Time Crunch [DCU; Alfred Pennyworth]

Title: Time Crunch
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set in a vaguely preboot (1985-2011) universe
Warnings: none
Prompt/Fill: “How long will this take? I got to pick up my dog from the salon.”
Word Count: 302
Summary: A few moments in the day of a butler living in Gotham City.

Time Crunch

Alfred Pennyworth stepped back from the kerb, one arm swept to the side to usher a nearby small child back toward her mother. Moments later, a garishly painted vehicle came roaring down the roadway, heedless of any obstacles in its path.

A breath later, several motorcycles zipped by in pursuit. Alfred took a breath and said a silent prayer upon the sight of the small form crouched low on one motorcycle, cape snapping in the wind and alternately showing its black and its yellow sides. Other pedestrians shrieked and pressed close to the buildings or dodged down into alcoves, alleyways, or open doors.

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Overconfidence [Ghostbusters; Ray Stantz]

Title: Overconfidence
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, set in a vague timeframe of the first two movies
Warnings: mild language
Prompt/Fill: "Please tell me that was just the wind"
Word Count: 694
Summary: No matter how mild the haunting, ghost busting is a two-person job.

Overconfidence

Janine had said it sounded like the usual low-grade haunting – temperature dips and spectral manifestations the peak of what this particular spook could do. Ray saw no reason to delay. While Peter stomped up the stairs for yet another shower, Ray picked up an empty trap and double-checked the charge on his proton pack. He was at about seventy percent. Plenty of power to bring against a fairly weak ghost.

Now, dodging a heavy glass ashtray flying at his head, Ray internally cursed his hubris. He should have asked Winston or Egon to come along as backup, if not waited for Peter to finish washing up. (He’d felt bad about accidentally putting Peter in the line of fire for an ectoplasmic attack from the last ghoulie, wanting to spare the man yet another disgusting encounter.) The ghost in question was a full fledged poltergeist, and struggled hard enough against Ray’s single proton beam to drain the pack’s power dangerously low.

The hinged panes of the window in front of the ghost flew open, swaying wildly. Despite the howl, despite the chill in the air, Ray knew it couldn’t be caused by the wind. Not a natural wind, anyway. The ghost beckoned with one thin hand, curling its rotten-looking fingers like claws – Ray gave a startled shout as his feet slid along the wooden floor toward the open window. He was on the top floor of a six-story walkup. A fall from this height would be deadly!

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Prelect [Ghostbusters; Egon Spengler]

Title: Prelect
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, set in a vague timeframe of the first two movies
Warnings: mild language
Prompt/Fill: “Okay, who threw the pencil at me?”
Word Count: 320
Summary: Egon lectures. The usual culprits misbehave.

Prelect

Egon was in the middle of expounding on a particular parallel between Etruscan polytheism and the later Roman religion as it related to certain design elements as seen in their current case – all signs pointing to an accidental summoning at the Museum of Arts and Design. Perhaps a dry subject, but undeniably important at the moment.

Something small hit the back of his head when he looked to his chalkboard again. Someone snickered.

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Steel [The Arcana; Apprentice]

Title: Steel
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Asra route (Wheel of Fortune, Rise and Fall)
Warnings: first attempt at writing "The Arcana" fiction
Prompt/Fill: “These shoes? They are steel toed, why?”
Word Count: 335
Summary: The Apprentice is, as usual, feeling a bit lost. They'll make their own way, though.

Steel

Part of me wants to run.

I see the hope that they all regard me with, the magician’s apprentice, and I could almost choke on the fear. I will let them all down. I don’t know anything about this plague, and I don’t know how to help them.

Part of me wants to scream.

There’s violence simmering under my skin. I have been patient. Haven’t I been patient? And I have been oh so careful, at the behest of my Master –

Except he doesn’t want to be called Master. Except he thinks that’s “beneath” me, even though making do with the barest crumbs of the truth about my own life is not beneath me, apparently.

No, I... I care for Asra, and I know he’s only worried about me. But he doesn’t really trust me, and that hurts.

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