ADP fic: Preemptive Strikes
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sylph_ficsTitle: Preemptive Strikes
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merfilly
Characters: The DCU, turned sideways
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2300
Continuity: A Darker Path
Disclaimer: DC Comics owns
Notes: Sorry this took so long again, guys. Life? Not so much with the nice lately.
Slade gave the woman joining him the barest of nods, before pushing a photo her way. She kept her composure, but looked very alertly at him, then tapped the coordinates he had marked in at the top.
"Pretty far off the beaten path," she said casually. "What does it do?" Her eye lingered on the unmistakable form of Breach hanging from some kind of tower.
"I have no firm idea, but I think it has something to do with the space war we keep getting rumors of." He sat back in his chair. "You will find a way to tip its existence to the heroes, without tipping them to your own."
She glared at him in exasperation. "And just how do you expect me to do that?!"
"I expect you to use your brain, filter through your contacts, and figure out a way. Or am I giving you too much credit, Little Bird?" His one eye matched her indignant glare, and was satisfied to see her settle on the edge of his desk to consider the matter.
"I'll need a voice filter... but I think I can go through Savant." She met his eye frankly. "I'll need to lay out a few of the pieces that should be obvious by now, to make him see it as a puzzle. He'll be unable to resist having a piece Oracle does not, and make her aware of the fact."
"Without recognizing you?"
"He doesn't exactly appreciate me for my brain; I'm the bitch he tried to break who went back and broke him," she pointed out. "Voice filter should cover it nicely."
"Take care of it." He pointed to the secured communication equipment on his side of the desk, and she nodded, sliding off the desk to do as he asked.
Slade was satisfied with that piece out of the way; now, he needed access to Black Adam, and to find out what his boy had learned from Cheshire. He never doubted that he had made the right choice; the impostor Luthor's plans, even still obscured by missing pieces, implied a world order that Slade would find less than profitable or safe for the family he had made. His score with the League could be evened as soon as possible, but the immediate threat was Luthor and whatever he was planning.
`~`~`~`~`
Oracle fell back in her chair after closing the communication channel with Savant. He had been insufferable in gloating that he had a piece of the puzzle she had not foreseen.
A tower in the Arctic wastes.
She had no idea what it meant, but she knew she had to dispatch a task force to investigate, possibly deal with it. Only, who could she send? So many of the heroes were contending with Brother Eye, in space, or injured from recent bloody altercations with villains and OMACs alike.
Superman would have to respond to this call; as thinly spread as they were she had to risk sending him alone, and hope he was up to the task of whatever awaited him there. If he wasn't...
`~`~`~`~`
Black Adam looked disdainfully at the force that had been sent to gather him in, then amusedly spoke back into the phone. He gave a grateful smile to his 'family', made up of Captain Marvel, Mary, and the young CM III as they finished the cleaning up.
"I appreciate the warning, but they have been dealt with." The nigh-immortal warrior, recently returned to the graces of the Wizard, smiled to himself. "I also found a piece of the puzzle to wrest Vandal from Luthor's side."
"That will be an asset, Adam," Slade told him, as he watched his own two operatives return from their excursion with the Secret Six. "I will be in touch."
"Of course."
`~`~`~`~`
Slade's good eye took in the pair, satisfied that neither seemed to have taken injuries on this one. He then looked expectantly at Dick for the report.
"Keep Ragdoll far away from me," was the half-amused, entirely serious first reply to that look, before he started to answer fully. "They got her talking after a while... and we've got trouble. Every last meta prison has someone under Luthor's thumb in it. They're all going to break wide open when he gives the call. Cheshire didn't know when that was planned to be. That's a lot of chaos..."
God, he hated the thought. So damn many of those were his collars, Titans or Outsiders or working solo over the years... it set hard to have them all suddenly poised to escape all over again to make more hell of this world that had gone so mad //make more hell for my family...//. And Roy... Roy had seethed the entire way home, even though he'd helped talk him through just how they could present this with the most disadvantages.
Slade leaned back, considering that, considering the ramifications if he just let that part run unchecked.
Dick looked back at him from bared blue eyes, apprehension for everyone he'd left behind mostly masked by frustration at the situation itself. "Everyone you used us to put away, Slade... Out again. And if they all break free at once, there's no way the heroes can hold them, you know how hard they're running... Which leaves us with the same damn problem of Luthor running the damn show because too many of them owe him for getting them out."
Slade looked toward Roy first, his single eye thoughtful in the extreme. "Any contacts at CBI, still?"
"There are a couple of people still talking to me, despite how many favors I burned..." the redhead nodded once after thinking for a few moments. "One of them Luthor had his hooks into, but the other... She'd probably still listen to me."
"Drop one hint that way. Kid, you need to drop a hint somewhere else, somewhere that won't trace right back to us," Slade told them. "Figure it out, and we'll worry about the fallout after we see which way the other side jumps."
Roy nodded, a little of the tension easing out of his shoulders at the confirmation that they were going to do something about it. Figuring out how to word that hint was going to take him a bit, but... anything was better than nothing.
"Alright." Dick tapped his fingers against his thigh as he thought through who the heck he could drop a word to... and how to do it without being known... //Known... Anonymity... Anony-- Got it. Amy.// "I got it. Need your computer and a couple programs that shouldn't exist, but I got it."
//Now... if I phrase the heading like... that, bounce the message through that relay, strip the codes off with that... send it to her personal from a blind account... that should work. Best send a second copy through to the department fax, just in case...//
***
He could see the tower rising up from many miles away. His impulse to fly right into it, when his long range vision told him Breach was strapped to one side, was curtailed sharply by Oracle demanding to know what he saw. He circled at a distance, naming the individuals chained to it; living batteries, it seemed, for what nefarious purpose he could not begin to think of. Then he saw the man in armor, and vague, uneasy memories that could not exist crowded out most of his rational thought.
//Images of holding Supergirl, dead or dying, in his arms. Barry, his face set in grim determination, ready to make a run that would be his last. Worlds without end, worlds where the JLA and the JSA only met four times a year...// "I see a wrong in the making," he managed.
"Details, Superman. Talk to me." Oracle's voice held perfectly steady despite the exhaustion that laced it.
In a voice that grew quieter as he went, he described the tower, everyone he could see, the man in the Anti Monitor armor, and the sheer weight of the moment to her. He was intuitive enough to know this was the focal point of Something Big.
//Who can I send? Even he can't take this on alone, not if...// her fingers ran hard down her face, over her closed eyes as her exhausted brain scrambled to figure out who she could possibly pull away from their current situations to help him, even as she fought a tremble of relief at knowing where their missing were.
"Send me J'onn, Captain Marvel, if you can raise him...actually, all the Marvels. Even Black Adam if they will bring him. After that Rock thing..." Superman was reasserting his heroic nature, but applying his mind to it as well. He hated to pull J'onn into battle; the Martian was absolutely worn to nothing from coping with all the grief and anger in the aftermath of the Outsiders' murders. "It looks like they had room for more, maybe two. That might explain the attack on Power Girl."
//...I definitely need sleep... and thank God they didn't get her.// The thought was somewhat wry at being out-thought. "I'll get them, Superman. Don't get spotted, please..." She shifted, reached for a different bank of computers and tuned another frequency up, hoping the man was still carrying his JSA communicator.
"Captain Marvel," came from a voice that spoke of Mom and apple pie even more than Superman's did.
"Oracle here. Superman has a situation in the Antarctic. You're needed... all of you. Black Adam, if he will go. Can you?"
There was a pause, not long, as a conference was quickly held. "We will be there," he soon said. Anything that had Superman asking for the entire Marvel family had to be worthy of immediate consideration, even for Black Adam.
"Thank you. Oracle out." She switched back to Superman. "The Marvels are on their way," then switched to the JLA band, tuning the frequency for J'onn's communicator, thanking Paranoia for that the communications bands had never been routed through the Watchtower itself.
"J'onn?" she asked as the frequency went live.
"Here, Oracle." The Manhunter sounded as strong as ever, but she had actually seen him when he passed through to talk to Dolphin, and she knew it was at least half front.
"You're needed, J'onn, if you can... There's something in the Antarctic. Superman found this... Tower, in the wastes..." //Tell me if you can't...// it was probably a forlorn hope.
"I'm on my way to him, Oracle." He would fight to the end.
"Thank you." //I wish there was someone else I could send... Bruce, damn it, get that thing taken down and get back here! They'll need your head!// She knew it was taking time to find the satellite, he'd protected it entirely too well, but...
"Oracle...get some sleep. I have a bad feeling you will need it soon."
"Taking up premon--I'm sorry, J'onn. I'll try." //How can I sleep, with no-one I can trust here to handle dispatch?// She wished she had at least Helena, but Huntress was needed out there far too much.
"Good." J'onn clicked off then, and Barbara struggled to figure out who she could hand control over to for an hour or two.
"Martian Manhunter said you might need me," Arthur said as he walked in. "I just got in an hour ago, but I think I see why he suggested it."
She lifted her eyes to his face and tried not to look as relieved as she felt. "Thank you, Arthur... Get me up in two hours, I'll take back over. You're probably going to be needed out there by then..."
She nodded, bit back the heavy breath that wanted to fall, and told him what the current situations were before heading for her bed.
***
"Kid!" The harsh voice, abrupt and very command-like, broke up Dick and Roy's sleep. "Into gear; one of those prison breaks needs the three of us."
Dick was up, moving, and to the door before his eyes even came fully open, Roy barely a moment behind him as he pulled the door open.
"What about me, Daddy," they could both hear Rose asking from the hallway.
"Kitten, I need you to concentrate on your premonitions, hard. I can feel all this shaping up to a battle, but where? Think about what you've seen and figure that part out." He moved on, going to ready his own gear.
They were right behind him, Roy trailing him as they went down. He slid into the orange and blue as swiftly as he could, checking over all of his gear with swift fingers, blades settling into place over his shoulders. "Which one?"
"I'll tell you the why, Harper, since you know the man's 'arch-enemy' so well." Slade's mouth had a grim twist to it. "Hector Hammond. And no, I'm taking no chances...long range shot, first opportunity. He can't affect all three of our minds at once, not fast enough to stop the shot."
Roy shuddered once, remembering just how badly Hammond had screwed with Hal all those times... and nodded once. "You're right."
Dick's mind started flashing though every file Batman had on the thoroughly evil telepath, and he gave a very similar shudder. "Agreed. At least he's easy enough to spot..."
Slade actually smiled. "Here's to hoping he's not scanning as he steps out," the man told them as they left for the car.
"Here's to shielding exercises," Dick replied, thinking very hard about some of the ones he'd learned over the years, his hand reaching for Roy's once they settled into the car.
Slade nodded. There was just no way in hell he was going to risk a man more powerful than the Martian in mind abilities deciding to join a team with Psycho on it.
***
CoWriter:
merfillyCharacters: The DCU, turned sideways
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2300
Continuity: A Darker Path
Disclaimer: DC Comics owns
Notes: Sorry this took so long again, guys. Life? Not so much with the nice lately.
Slade gave the woman joining him the barest of nods, before pushing a photo her way. She kept her composure, but looked very alertly at him, then tapped the coordinates he had marked in at the top.
"Pretty far off the beaten path," she said casually. "What does it do?" Her eye lingered on the unmistakable form of Breach hanging from some kind of tower.
"I have no firm idea, but I think it has something to do with the space war we keep getting rumors of." He sat back in his chair. "You will find a way to tip its existence to the heroes, without tipping them to your own."
She glared at him in exasperation. "And just how do you expect me to do that?!"
"I expect you to use your brain, filter through your contacts, and figure out a way. Or am I giving you too much credit, Little Bird?" His one eye matched her indignant glare, and was satisfied to see her settle on the edge of his desk to consider the matter.
"I'll need a voice filter... but I think I can go through Savant." She met his eye frankly. "I'll need to lay out a few of the pieces that should be obvious by now, to make him see it as a puzzle. He'll be unable to resist having a piece Oracle does not, and make her aware of the fact."
"Without recognizing you?"
"He doesn't exactly appreciate me for my brain; I'm the bitch he tried to break who went back and broke him," she pointed out. "Voice filter should cover it nicely."
"Take care of it." He pointed to the secured communication equipment on his side of the desk, and she nodded, sliding off the desk to do as he asked.
Slade was satisfied with that piece out of the way; now, he needed access to Black Adam, and to find out what his boy had learned from Cheshire. He never doubted that he had made the right choice; the impostor Luthor's plans, even still obscured by missing pieces, implied a world order that Slade would find less than profitable or safe for the family he had made. His score with the League could be evened as soon as possible, but the immediate threat was Luthor and whatever he was planning.
`~`~`~`~`
Oracle fell back in her chair after closing the communication channel with Savant. He had been insufferable in gloating that he had a piece of the puzzle she had not foreseen.
A tower in the Arctic wastes.
She had no idea what it meant, but she knew she had to dispatch a task force to investigate, possibly deal with it. Only, who could she send? So many of the heroes were contending with Brother Eye, in space, or injured from recent bloody altercations with villains and OMACs alike.
Superman would have to respond to this call; as thinly spread as they were she had to risk sending him alone, and hope he was up to the task of whatever awaited him there. If he wasn't...
`~`~`~`~`
Black Adam looked disdainfully at the force that had been sent to gather him in, then amusedly spoke back into the phone. He gave a grateful smile to his 'family', made up of Captain Marvel, Mary, and the young CM III as they finished the cleaning up.
"I appreciate the warning, but they have been dealt with." The nigh-immortal warrior, recently returned to the graces of the Wizard, smiled to himself. "I also found a piece of the puzzle to wrest Vandal from Luthor's side."
"That will be an asset, Adam," Slade told him, as he watched his own two operatives return from their excursion with the Secret Six. "I will be in touch."
"Of course."
`~`~`~`~`
Slade's good eye took in the pair, satisfied that neither seemed to have taken injuries on this one. He then looked expectantly at Dick for the report.
"Keep Ragdoll far away from me," was the half-amused, entirely serious first reply to that look, before he started to answer fully. "They got her talking after a while... and we've got trouble. Every last meta prison has someone under Luthor's thumb in it. They're all going to break wide open when he gives the call. Cheshire didn't know when that was planned to be. That's a lot of chaos..."
God, he hated the thought. So damn many of those were his collars, Titans or Outsiders or working solo over the years... it set hard to have them all suddenly poised to escape all over again to make more hell of this world that had gone so mad //make more hell for my family...//. And Roy... Roy had seethed the entire way home, even though he'd helped talk him through just how they could present this with the most disadvantages.
Slade leaned back, considering that, considering the ramifications if he just let that part run unchecked.
Dick looked back at him from bared blue eyes, apprehension for everyone he'd left behind mostly masked by frustration at the situation itself. "Everyone you used us to put away, Slade... Out again. And if they all break free at once, there's no way the heroes can hold them, you know how hard they're running... Which leaves us with the same damn problem of Luthor running the damn show because too many of them owe him for getting them out."
Slade looked toward Roy first, his single eye thoughtful in the extreme. "Any contacts at CBI, still?"
"There are a couple of people still talking to me, despite how many favors I burned..." the redhead nodded once after thinking for a few moments. "One of them Luthor had his hooks into, but the other... She'd probably still listen to me."
"Drop one hint that way. Kid, you need to drop a hint somewhere else, somewhere that won't trace right back to us," Slade told them. "Figure it out, and we'll worry about the fallout after we see which way the other side jumps."
Roy nodded, a little of the tension easing out of his shoulders at the confirmation that they were going to do something about it. Figuring out how to word that hint was going to take him a bit, but... anything was better than nothing.
"Alright." Dick tapped his fingers against his thigh as he thought through who the heck he could drop a word to... and how to do it without being known... //Known... Anonymity... Anony-- Got it. Amy.// "I got it. Need your computer and a couple programs that shouldn't exist, but I got it."
//Now... if I phrase the heading like... that, bounce the message through that relay, strip the codes off with that... send it to her personal from a blind account... that should work. Best send a second copy through to the department fax, just in case...//
***
He could see the tower rising up from many miles away. His impulse to fly right into it, when his long range vision told him Breach was strapped to one side, was curtailed sharply by Oracle demanding to know what he saw. He circled at a distance, naming the individuals chained to it; living batteries, it seemed, for what nefarious purpose he could not begin to think of. Then he saw the man in armor, and vague, uneasy memories that could not exist crowded out most of his rational thought.
//Images of holding Supergirl, dead or dying, in his arms. Barry, his face set in grim determination, ready to make a run that would be his last. Worlds without end, worlds where the JLA and the JSA only met four times a year...// "I see a wrong in the making," he managed.
"Details, Superman. Talk to me." Oracle's voice held perfectly steady despite the exhaustion that laced it.
In a voice that grew quieter as he went, he described the tower, everyone he could see, the man in the Anti Monitor armor, and the sheer weight of the moment to her. He was intuitive enough to know this was the focal point of Something Big.
//Who can I send? Even he can't take this on alone, not if...// her fingers ran hard down her face, over her closed eyes as her exhausted brain scrambled to figure out who she could possibly pull away from their current situations to help him, even as she fought a tremble of relief at knowing where their missing were.
"Send me J'onn, Captain Marvel, if you can raise him...actually, all the Marvels. Even Black Adam if they will bring him. After that Rock thing..." Superman was reasserting his heroic nature, but applying his mind to it as well. He hated to pull J'onn into battle; the Martian was absolutely worn to nothing from coping with all the grief and anger in the aftermath of the Outsiders' murders. "It looks like they had room for more, maybe two. That might explain the attack on Power Girl."
//...I definitely need sleep... and thank God they didn't get her.// The thought was somewhat wry at being out-thought. "I'll get them, Superman. Don't get spotted, please..." She shifted, reached for a different bank of computers and tuned another frequency up, hoping the man was still carrying his JSA communicator.
"Captain Marvel," came from a voice that spoke of Mom and apple pie even more than Superman's did.
"Oracle here. Superman has a situation in the Antarctic. You're needed... all of you. Black Adam, if he will go. Can you?"
There was a pause, not long, as a conference was quickly held. "We will be there," he soon said. Anything that had Superman asking for the entire Marvel family had to be worthy of immediate consideration, even for Black Adam.
"Thank you. Oracle out." She switched back to Superman. "The Marvels are on their way," then switched to the JLA band, tuning the frequency for J'onn's communicator, thanking Paranoia for that the communications bands had never been routed through the Watchtower itself.
"J'onn?" she asked as the frequency went live.
"Here, Oracle." The Manhunter sounded as strong as ever, but she had actually seen him when he passed through to talk to Dolphin, and she knew it was at least half front.
"You're needed, J'onn, if you can... There's something in the Antarctic. Superman found this... Tower, in the wastes..." //Tell me if you can't...// it was probably a forlorn hope.
"I'm on my way to him, Oracle." He would fight to the end.
"Thank you." //I wish there was someone else I could send... Bruce, damn it, get that thing taken down and get back here! They'll need your head!// She knew it was taking time to find the satellite, he'd protected it entirely too well, but...
"Oracle...get some sleep. I have a bad feeling you will need it soon."
"Taking up premon--I'm sorry, J'onn. I'll try." //How can I sleep, with no-one I can trust here to handle dispatch?// She wished she had at least Helena, but Huntress was needed out there far too much.
"Good." J'onn clicked off then, and Barbara struggled to figure out who she could hand control over to for an hour or two.
"Martian Manhunter said you might need me," Arthur said as he walked in. "I just got in an hour ago, but I think I see why he suggested it."
She lifted her eyes to his face and tried not to look as relieved as she felt. "Thank you, Arthur... Get me up in two hours, I'll take back over. You're probably going to be needed out there by then..."
She nodded, bit back the heavy breath that wanted to fall, and told him what the current situations were before heading for her bed.
***
"Kid!" The harsh voice, abrupt and very command-like, broke up Dick and Roy's sleep. "Into gear; one of those prison breaks needs the three of us."
Dick was up, moving, and to the door before his eyes even came fully open, Roy barely a moment behind him as he pulled the door open.
"What about me, Daddy," they could both hear Rose asking from the hallway.
"Kitten, I need you to concentrate on your premonitions, hard. I can feel all this shaping up to a battle, but where? Think about what you've seen and figure that part out." He moved on, going to ready his own gear.
They were right behind him, Roy trailing him as they went down. He slid into the orange and blue as swiftly as he could, checking over all of his gear with swift fingers, blades settling into place over his shoulders. "Which one?"
"I'll tell you the why, Harper, since you know the man's 'arch-enemy' so well." Slade's mouth had a grim twist to it. "Hector Hammond. And no, I'm taking no chances...long range shot, first opportunity. He can't affect all three of our minds at once, not fast enough to stop the shot."
Roy shuddered once, remembering just how badly Hammond had screwed with Hal all those times... and nodded once. "You're right."
Dick's mind started flashing though every file Batman had on the thoroughly evil telepath, and he gave a very similar shudder. "Agreed. At least he's easy enough to spot..."
Slade actually smiled. "Here's to hoping he's not scanning as he steps out," the man told them as they left for the car.
"Here's to shielding exercises," Dick replied, thinking very hard about some of the ones he'd learned over the years, his hand reaching for Roy's once they settled into the car.
Slade nodded. There was just no way in hell he was going to risk a man more powerful than the Martian in mind abilities deciding to join a team with Psycho on it.
***
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Date: 2007-03-24 05:42 am (UTC)Why isn't there more?! I'm--I'm--argh!
*breathes*
It's all coming to a head, I could feel it even if I didn't know the canon. Canary--Dick (AMY!) and Roy and Slade--Superman and J'onn and BABS! I'm pretty much flailing. And really into this plot, what will HAPPEN when the heroes realize exactly what's going on. Because there are so many people who are going to be freaked the heck out by Dick, Roy and Dinah.
So. Um. Yes. As soon as things cooperate, I would love to read more.
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:02 am (UTC)Yes, all coming to a head, with it looks like two more fics. Sorry to keep this one so short, but the wrap up...it's going to be painful to write in effort and impact, if we don't want to blow the whole thing.
And yes, a lot of that has to deal with the reactions to the three mentioned.
We promise to finish this by year's end...
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:03 am (UTC)Don't SAY things like that! It challenges the Powers Of Worse!!!!
*tries to figure out appropriate ritual to appease said Powers*
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 06:05 am (UTC)There isn't more because my overall Verse-muse is being bitchy. But we're working on it.
*grin* Yeah, it is coming to a head. And yes, there are lots of people who will, as you said, be freaked the heck out.
*nodnod* *prays quietly for muses to behave*
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Date: 2007-03-24 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 09:32 am (UTC)Roy shuddered once, remembering just how badly Hammond had screwed with Hal all those times... and nodded once. "You're right."
Oh, ROY.
As always, look forward to more in this verse.
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:57 pm (UTC)Is that grief for his lost 'innocence', that he is so able to do the final justice solution?
This one is finally looking like it might very well wrap up for us, nice and neat. *sighs sadly at the carnage of broken characters it has left and will make*
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Date: 2007-03-24 02:02 pm (UTC)Is that grief for his lost 'innocence', that he is so able to do the final justice solution?
Hm. A little, I think, as I grieve for each of their lost innocences, even as I revel in the darkness of this 'verse.
But my initial 'oh, ROY' reaction was more. . . that even though he's completely turned his back on everything that the Hal/Dinah/Ollie era represents, that line still felt to me as though he was taking just a bit of delight in his task because of all that Hammond had put Hal through. Sure, it's an order from Slade. And sure, they have reason to do what they're doing that has nothing at all to do with Hal, but the line just felt to me, like a twinge of 'this one's for the man who taught me not to be afraid.'
Possibly I infer too much. But that's the way it struck me. And when combined with the complete loss of every other trait that defined Roy for so long, grabbed my throat. And squeezed.
Which is a very good thing, indeed.
*snuggles this dark little universe some more before running off to hide from it.*
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Date: 2007-03-24 02:05 pm (UTC)And I'm glad it hit that way...It was part of the reason I chose Hammond to be the sacrificial lamb that required the blue and orange ones to intervene.
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Date: 2007-03-24 03:29 pm (UTC)*checks comments down-thread, as was curious as to the "oh, ROY" as well.*
Aaah. Yes. It was very much a 'this's for the man that taught me not to be afraid' for Roy.
Glad you're looking forward to more of it.
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:08 pm (UTC)I love this story so much, the plot so intricate, so right, Slade so right. Sending you lots of dark muses.
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 03:34 pm (UTC)Crazy damn intricate plot, what the heck did we think we were doing trying to rewrite InfC, gotta be insane--oh, wait. Of course we are. And thank you again!
Given my muses problems, maybe yours will be better for me!
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Date: 2007-03-24 09:27 pm (UTC)*whines about the shortness of it all, pouts a little* but understands in the end. Lovely, lovely, lovely work ladies! Can't wait for the fallout.
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Date: 2007-03-24 10:52 pm (UTC)Next update will be longer, I bet. Several scenes mapped, some written.
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-25 02:09 am (UTC)Notice that I never took mine so far. It was the two of your who took it and ran like insane people, not that I don't love both of you for it of course, because I do! So much!
I can't wait for the next chapter. I really can't, and I'm glad you have things partially planned out and written. Hopefully it will be much longer than this the wait won't be too terribly long.
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Date: 2007-03-25 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 02:01 am (UTC)I am a sucker for well done dark fics. And this is the definition of the phrase. How you two manage to write both the happyverse and this just goes to prove how incredibly talented you are, and I am in so much awe of you both.
And this... I am TERRIFIED for when we reach the end. Because... oh my god, there is so much to deal with. So much betrayal and everything for people to cope with and I just... I am in awe of you.
I can't wait until everyone pieces it together. Excellent excellent job. *loves*
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Date: 2007-03-25 02:28 am (UTC)I'm glad you consider this well-done. And...I'm going to accept the compliment on ADP vs HV as showing off skill.
Hon, I am terrified of the ending. My little decision to toss Canary to the wolf here is about to kill me.
And I feel so BAD for the heroes, as well as the three fallen ones.
Thank you.
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:05 am (UTC)oh dear, oh dear, what happens next?
As always, a good chapter!
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Date: 2008-04-20 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-20 03:25 pm (UTC)*pets*
Well, I do think you found what happens next...