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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Win!
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none, vague timeframe
Warnings: creepy imagery, reference to the drug trade, mild language (thanks Eddie)
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 403
Summary: Eddie buys them some breathing room to handle the Phantasm.
Word of the Day: gambit, noun:
1. A remark made to open or redirect a conversation.
2. Chess. An opening in which a player seeks to obtain some advantage by sacrificing a pawn or piece.
3. Any maneuver by which one seeks to gain an advantage.
Part One (Run!) here
Part Two (Spill!) here
Win!
Eddie ran another manual check on the containment field, grinned, and activated the protocol for automatic status checks every fifteen minutes. It was holding. He thrust both fists into the air and demanded, "Who -- is -- the man?"
Jason raised an eyebrow and (because he was clearly expected to) asked, "Is it you?"
Eddie whirled on Jason, pointed at him, and declared, "You're damn right it's me! Who cooked up an ectoplasmic containment field on the fly? Me! Who figured out how to account for the variables in a semi-living gestalt entity and stopped it from overriding the field? Me!"
"Who's talking in terminology I can't follow again?" Jason wondered, then answered himself, "You."
"Phantasm isn't able to fry us because I'm awesome."
Jason grinned. "That, I understand. And I agree. So where do we go from here?"
The two former superhero sidekicks both turned, without a word, to look at the creature behind the containment field. The shredded, ragged ends of Phantasm's red cloak waved and writhed of their own accord as the creature glided back and forth in the space afforded to it -- giving the impression of a pacing predator. Overall, it looked dirty and dark, save for the blank white mask that floated within the hood. That was unnervingly pristine, the same pure white as the pinpricks of light that shone from the void of the mask's empty eye holes. And it was watching them.
Eddie couldn't suppress a small shudder at that realization, but he said with the same bravado as before, "Now we assemble a brilliant team of scientists to separate out the spirits and save Danny!"
Jason nodded, never doubting for a second that such a team could succeed with Eddie as the leader. "I'm sure one or two of the folks I got out of Gotham by paying for their college tuition ended up working for S.T.A.R. Labs... not sure which facilities, though." He racked his brains, but the memory of that information -- if he'd ever had it -- refused to surface. Jason sighed. "When security comes to check that we haven't wrecked the whole level, I can ask."
Surprised, Eddie asked, "You paid for people's college tuition?"
Jason shrugged, a little embarrased. "With what's left from maintaining my operations. The drug trade in Gotham City is huge. I can't spend all the money I launder from it."
Eddie snorted. "Not even on ammo?"
"Not even on ammo."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none, vague timeframe
Warnings: creepy imagery, reference to the drug trade, mild language (thanks Eddie)
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 403
Summary: Eddie buys them some breathing room to handle the Phantasm.
Word of the Day: gambit, noun:
2. Chess. An opening in which a player seeks to obtain some advantage by sacrificing a pawn or piece.
3. Any maneuver by which one seeks to gain an advantage.
Part One (Run!) here
Part Two (Spill!) here
Win!
Eddie ran another manual check on the containment field, grinned, and activated the protocol for automatic status checks every fifteen minutes. It was holding. He thrust both fists into the air and demanded, "Who -- is -- the man?"
Jason raised an eyebrow and (because he was clearly expected to) asked, "Is it you?"
Eddie whirled on Jason, pointed at him, and declared, "You're damn right it's me! Who cooked up an ectoplasmic containment field on the fly? Me! Who figured out how to account for the variables in a semi-living gestalt entity and stopped it from overriding the field? Me!"
"Who's talking in terminology I can't follow again?" Jason wondered, then answered himself, "You."
"Phantasm isn't able to fry us because I'm awesome."
Jason grinned. "That, I understand. And I agree. So where do we go from here?"
The two former superhero sidekicks both turned, without a word, to look at the creature behind the containment field. The shredded, ragged ends of Phantasm's red cloak waved and writhed of their own accord as the creature glided back and forth in the space afforded to it -- giving the impression of a pacing predator. Overall, it looked dirty and dark, save for the blank white mask that floated within the hood. That was unnervingly pristine, the same pure white as the pinpricks of light that shone from the void of the mask's empty eye holes. And it was watching them.
Eddie couldn't suppress a small shudder at that realization, but he said with the same bravado as before, "Now we assemble a brilliant team of scientists to separate out the spirits and save Danny!"
Jason nodded, never doubting for a second that such a team could succeed with Eddie as the leader. "I'm sure one or two of the folks I got out of Gotham by paying for their college tuition ended up working for S.T.A.R. Labs... not sure which facilities, though." He racked his brains, but the memory of that information -- if he'd ever had it -- refused to surface. Jason sighed. "When security comes to check that we haven't wrecked the whole level, I can ask."
Surprised, Eddie asked, "You paid for people's college tuition?"
Jason shrugged, a little embarrased. "With what's left from maintaining my operations. The drug trade in Gotham City is huge. I can't spend all the money I launder from it."
Eddie snorted. "Not even on ammo?"
"Not even on ammo."
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Date: 2018-04-11 11:26 pm (UTC)