#11 Old - No DoubtsslackerspiceJanuary 29 2011, 03:47:42 UTC
He should be dead.
Ten years dead now, by his count.
It's hard to notice anything else when he looks at himself in the mirror, bemused at gray hairs and thinking about when Brigid will come home, when he should be ash several times over.
If he'd let himself stop and think about it, he'd admit that it feels like someone made a mistake.
Sander would have waxed poetic about how Fate is a strange mistress who abides by no mortal sense of right and wrong and sees more than any mere mortal.
Bill might have said that Fate is a dizzy twist with no damn sense.
Jack thought about it for a minute, decided that "Shit happens", and Andrew left it at that. He understood better than most about that.
No doubts, he'd said. He knew he'd made the right choices then, and he knew that he'd damned everyone because of it.
Too late, now, he thinks, the candle fluttering in the plastic bowl as he places it in the water. He'd fled Rapture, leaving it to rust, helped care for the children, watched them live what he'd promised their families
( ... )
#16 goodwill - A man chooses...slackerspiceJanuary 30 2011, 03:47:35 UTC
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This "Jack" is a mystery. By all rights, he should have been cut down by the first security bot he met, but he makes his way towards Hephaestus as I speak!
Even stranger is how he deals with the children. Atlas's thugs usually show no mercy, gutting them like trout for a few points of ADAM. But now, thanks to Jack, almost a third of the ones are free. Tannenbaum's influence, no doubt. Das Wunderkind has finally grown a conscience...
ADAM is everything down here - before the war, he would have been laughed out of Rapture. Now, you need every drop just to survive.
Who would risk death - or worse - just to save one little girl, or avenge a parasite like Atlas?
...It seems that I might need to look into Suchong’s little pet project for Fontaine...
#21 warm - Since We've No Place To Go...slackerspiceJanuary 30 2011, 07:02:37 UTC
NOTES: SEX. No. Seriously.
Dani smiled to herself as she looked out the window. Snow flaked from the inky branches, helped along by the wind.
God, she'd missed snow - white and gleaming, like the world had been covered in flour and glitter. Hell, she'd even missed hiking in it; the cold had only added to the beauty (for all of thirty seconds.) Waking up next to someone at that point was a bonus
( ... )
#1 present - Just In CaseslackerspiceJanuary 30 2011, 21:59:10 UTC
"Fired?!"
Farley heard Daniel jerk the phone away.
"No - not officially, anyway. Officially, you're taking an extended sabbatical until we can replace the Bastards That Be. No one knows that you were involved with Shiwan, but since he used the very project that you were pushing..."
"I see..."
"If you're allowed to come back, you'll probably be put in a low-profile group, most likely with Dr. Lane."
"Joy..." He wasn't sure if Dr. Lane knew about him, but he wasn't about to risk it, not after leaving him to die, and not with Margo on the watch for future backstabbing.
"If something happens, I'll send Harry with a message. Sorry."
click
He scowled, not looking at the receiver as he dropped it onto the floor. Seven years, seven goddamn years of working with those bastards, and this was how it ended - a half-assed attempt at rebellion and winding up a bigger pariah than before. Yes, he was finally done with them, and he'd deserved every second, but-
knok knokThe package was simple white cardboard, a blank piece of paper stuck
( ... )
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Ten years dead now, by his count.
It's hard to notice anything else when he looks at himself in the mirror, bemused at gray hairs and thinking about when Brigid will come home, when he should be ash several times over.
If he'd let himself stop and think about it, he'd admit that it feels like someone made a mistake.
Sander would have waxed poetic about how Fate is a strange mistress who abides by no mortal sense of right and wrong and sees more than any mere mortal.
Bill might have said that Fate is a dizzy twist with no damn sense.
Jack thought about it for a minute, decided that "Shit happens", and Andrew left it at that. He understood better than most about that.
No doubts, he'd said. He knew he'd made the right choices then, and he knew that he'd damned everyone because of it.
Too late, now, he thinks, the candle fluttering in the plastic bowl as he places it in the water. He'd fled Rapture, leaving it to rust, helped care for the children, watched them live what he'd promised their families ( ... )
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This "Jack" is a mystery. By all rights, he should have been cut down by the first security bot he met, but he makes his way towards Hephaestus as I speak!
Even stranger is how he deals with the children. Atlas's thugs usually show no mercy, gutting them like trout for a few points of ADAM. But now, thanks to Jack, almost a third of the ones are free. Tannenbaum's influence, no doubt. Das Wunderkind has finally grown a conscience...
ADAM is everything down here - before the war, he would have been laughed out of Rapture. Now, you need every drop just to survive.
Who would risk death - or worse - just to save one little girl, or avenge a parasite like Atlas?
...It seems that I might need to look into Suchong’s little pet project for Fontaine...
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Dani smiled to herself as she looked out the window. Snow flaked from the inky branches, helped along by the wind.
God, she'd missed snow - white and gleaming, like the world had been covered in flour and glitter. Hell, she'd even missed hiking in it; the cold had only added to the beauty (for all of thirty seconds.) Waking up next to someone at that point was a bonus ( ... )
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Farley heard Daniel jerk the phone away.
"No - not officially, anyway. Officially, you're taking an extended sabbatical until we can replace the Bastards That Be. No one knows that you were involved with Shiwan, but since he used the very project that you were pushing..."
"I see..."
"If you're allowed to come back, you'll probably be put in a low-profile group, most likely with Dr. Lane."
"Joy..." He wasn't sure if Dr. Lane knew about him, but he wasn't about to risk it, not after leaving him to die, and not with Margo on the watch for future backstabbing.
"If something happens, I'll send Harry with a message. Sorry."
click
He scowled, not looking at the receiver as he dropped it onto the floor. Seven years, seven goddamn years of working with those bastards, and this was how it ended - a half-assed attempt at rebellion and winding up a bigger pariah than before. Yes, he was finally done with them, and he'd deserved every second, but-
knok knokThe package was simple white cardboard, a blank piece of paper stuck ( ... )
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