ChasNicollette
Allons-y Means Let's Go.
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Alfred, Gabe, Pete, Ceri, Bruce, Jamie, and Chloe
Standing out on the front porch, Alfred accepted the lead glove from Damian with a puzzled but gracious nod.
Isn't half inscrutable, this one, he mused, eying the glove. Was very nearly expecting him to slap me with it, challenge me to pistols at dawn. Something positively medieval about him.
There was something else about him, too. Now that Alfred could see his face.
He had the eyes of Thomas Wayne.
Dragonslayer eyes.
Alfred had just seen a ghost, though he didn't let this haunted feeling find his face.
Despite all this, he took that glove, and he tucked it into a pocket for the time being, and waited while Damian returned to the warm depths of the house.
Gabe was troubled by the thought of one of these so-called Kryptonians being immune to the effects of this so-called Kryptonite, simply because of his chosen morality.
Mind over matter can be a frightening thing.
Oh, so very frightening.
Because it sounds to me like 'Zod' doesn't have much room for grey, either. He does evil things but believes himself right and that's the most frightening absolute of all.
Maybe it's just this other 'Kryptonian' was immune to 'Kryptonite' from 'worlds' other than his?
No-one should have that manner of power unchecked.
"I always dug this show, 'Due South,'" Pete murmured, half to Bruce and half to Wraith. "Last episode had this great pep talk, this 'March The Eleventh' speech. Guess it was a parody of th' whole King Henry thing? But Leslie Nielsen delivered that baby and he owned it. It was silly as crap but it still managed t' be inspirin'."
"Rosy always liked the one from Serenity," Ceri noted. "She would rewind it and rewatch it so often I could almost recite it. I don't remember all of it now, but I like the way it ended: 'I aim to misbehave.'"
Bruce's face was unreadable. "I'll take your suggestions under advisement."
But he was more focused on Merick Tennylson, watching him all of a sudden like a hawk. (He would give Alfred one of the deadly rings, but first things came first.)
"Tell me," he murmured, getting intimidatingly close to the young man, "who did you say your grandfather was again?"
Ceri watched Merick, and she watched Bruce, and she said nothing, and her eyes gave nothing away.
"I wouldn't make too much noise," Jamie cautioned Odin, rubbing behind his ear with a fingertip as he talked, "Ragnarok, about the body and flying and things? Having a corporeal form has its share of headaches, many of which are literal. On top of this, the last man to propose a flying android and keep a straight face wound up in an institution in Central City, bloke by the name of Thomas Oscar Morrow. Stark-staring-bonkers. Too much television with that boy. Rots your brain, it does.
"(Well,)" he corrected himself, absently, "(it rots organic brains; I'm sure yours is fine.)"
"I've been trying to figure out where the worst damage was," Chloe frowned at Merick, "as part of an ongoing chronicle, but some idiot prankster has file-shredded the vast majority of satellite photographs of Smallville during the corresponding period."
Jamie blinked, hands in his pockets, and stared everywhere and nowhere whilst whistling "Waltzing Matilda."
"Fortunately," Chloe continued, Jamie's whistling having gone unnoticed, "while I don't have a record of the hardest meteor strikes from this most recent event, I do know that there's some pretty-hard hit areas still from the first shower that haven't been cleared. The Creekside Foundry, for one, and the old mill. Shuster's Gorge. Lemaris Pond, by the old folks' home, and Hob's Pond, neither of these were properly dragged because the caretakers thought the rocks were 'ornamentally appealing.' (I know, right?) And, of course, there's the new wing of the high school, I guarantee you that hasn't been properly cleaned up yet."
She smiled thinly.
"If we lose this thing," she murmured, "if we fail at this, and Zod manages to usurp control of the planet, at least we'll have enough firepower to mount a halfway decent attempt at a Resistance. But I just don't see how this helps us right now. There's no time."
Standing out on the front porch, Alfred accepted the lead glove from Damian with a puzzled but gracious nod.
Isn't half inscrutable, this one, he mused, eying the glove. Was very nearly expecting him to slap me with it, challenge me to pistols at dawn. Something positively medieval about him.
There was something else about him, too. Now that Alfred could see his face.
He had the eyes of Thomas Wayne.
Dragonslayer eyes.
Alfred had just seen a ghost, though he didn't let this haunted feeling find his face.
Despite all this, he took that glove, and he tucked it into a pocket for the time being, and waited while Damian returned to the warm depths of the house.
Gabe was troubled by the thought of one of these so-called Kryptonians being immune to the effects of this so-called Kryptonite, simply because of his chosen morality.
Mind over matter can be a frightening thing.
Oh, so very frightening.
Because it sounds to me like 'Zod' doesn't have much room for grey, either. He does evil things but believes himself right and that's the most frightening absolute of all.
Maybe it's just this other 'Kryptonian' was immune to 'Kryptonite' from 'worlds' other than his?
No-one should have that manner of power unchecked.
"I always dug this show, 'Due South,'" Pete murmured, half to Bruce and half to Wraith. "Last episode had this great pep talk, this 'March The Eleventh' speech. Guess it was a parody of th' whole King Henry thing? But Leslie Nielsen delivered that baby and he owned it. It was silly as crap but it still managed t' be inspirin'."
"Rosy always liked the one from Serenity," Ceri noted. "She would rewind it and rewatch it so often I could almost recite it. I don't remember all of it now, but I like the way it ended: 'I aim to misbehave.'"
Bruce's face was unreadable. "I'll take your suggestions under advisement."
But he was more focused on Merick Tennylson, watching him all of a sudden like a hawk. (He would give Alfred one of the deadly rings, but first things came first.)
"Tell me," he murmured, getting intimidatingly close to the young man, "who did you say your grandfather was again?"
Ceri watched Merick, and she watched Bruce, and she said nothing, and her eyes gave nothing away.
"I wouldn't make too much noise," Jamie cautioned Odin, rubbing behind his ear with a fingertip as he talked, "Ragnarok, about the body and flying and things? Having a corporeal form has its share of headaches, many of which are literal. On top of this, the last man to propose a flying android and keep a straight face wound up in an institution in Central City, bloke by the name of Thomas Oscar Morrow. Stark-staring-bonkers. Too much television with that boy. Rots your brain, it does.
"(Well,)" he corrected himself, absently, "(it rots organic brains; I'm sure yours is fine.)"
"I've been trying to figure out where the worst damage was," Chloe frowned at Merick, "as part of an ongoing chronicle, but some idiot prankster has file-shredded the vast majority of satellite photographs of Smallville during the corresponding period."
Jamie blinked, hands in his pockets, and stared everywhere and nowhere whilst whistling "Waltzing Matilda."
"Fortunately," Chloe continued, Jamie's whistling having gone unnoticed, "while I don't have a record of the hardest meteor strikes from this most recent event, I do know that there's some pretty-hard hit areas still from the first shower that haven't been cleared. The Creekside Foundry, for one, and the old mill. Shuster's Gorge. Lemaris Pond, by the old folks' home, and Hob's Pond, neither of these were properly dragged because the caretakers thought the rocks were 'ornamentally appealing.' (I know, right?) And, of course, there's the new wing of the high school, I guarantee you that hasn't been properly cleaned up yet."
She smiled thinly.
"If we lose this thing," she murmured, "if we fail at this, and Zod manages to usurp control of the planet, at least we'll have enough firepower to mount a halfway decent attempt at a Resistance. But I just don't see how this helps us right now. There's no time."
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