Marathon drabblage 3
I seem to be writing a marathon of marathon-prompt fics...or at least, three. Its fun exercise, these things. Three drabs, Buffy-centric, one involving the comicverse, one minor Firefly x-over.
A marathon of madness. All because some librarian couldn’t stop opening portals. I’ll fix this.
“...some sorta quantized vibration gone all kablooey, that’s what it is, superstring theory with monsters plunking the strings...”
“Winifred...”
“...lovely bones in the wind, oh yes, smiling like cows dancing to the slaughter...”
“Drusilla...”
“...hard to compute, the differentials, but...sickness everywhere, exponential. Worlds plus worlds...”
“River..! Please...”
Their madness drew them together, somehow, to these Pylean lands. I followed Dru. Now I would fix it. Get them home (except Winifred...Angel would find her, soon enough).
No trouble. I am, after all...
...The Immortal.
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“My assistant has filled me in on the gist of your proposal. A Marathon..?”
She tried to stay cool. “Yes, sir. Sunnydale’s first ever. Only we use the route to feed your soldiers...I’m seeing ambushes under bridges, spiked water bottles, maybe electronic tagging...”
“Yes, thank you, Miss...Morgan, is it? But I’m afraid it’s just not what I’m looking for right now. Nifty as heck, but...”
“Sir...”
“Now, don’t fret. Tell you what...I know the senior partners at an LA firm...always recruiting. I could give you a recommendation..?”
“...Thank you, Mayor Wilkins.”
And Lilah Morgan’s run began.
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“...did you know we’re running along the same road that...*huff*...that Pheidippides is supposed to have taken when he ran from Marathon to Athens to tell the assembly...”
“History lesson LATER,” Buffy shouted from ahead, “...Greco-Roman Grappler demon horde first! Try and keep up, okay? I want to end this quick.”
“...Yes, Ma’am.”
And she ran, ran like she couldn’t a year ago. Before she met HER. Before she knew her.
Before she loved her.
Satsu ran. Ran after Buffy, knowing she would never catch her. But she ran anyways.
At least the view was nice from back here...
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Comments? Beatdowns? Directions to the local pie farm? I'm open for anything. Oh, and SON OF RAMBOW was a charming flick.
A marathon of madness. All because some librarian couldn’t stop opening portals. I’ll fix this.
“...some sorta quantized vibration gone all kablooey, that’s what it is, superstring theory with monsters plunking the strings...”
“Winifred...”
“...lovely bones in the wind, oh yes, smiling like cows dancing to the slaughter...”
“Drusilla...”
“...hard to compute, the differentials, but...sickness everywhere, exponential. Worlds plus worlds...”
“River..! Please...”
Their madness drew them together, somehow, to these Pylean lands. I followed Dru. Now I would fix it. Get them home (except Winifred...Angel would find her, soon enough).
No trouble. I am, after all...
...The Immortal.
********
“My assistant has filled me in on the gist of your proposal. A Marathon..?”
She tried to stay cool. “Yes, sir. Sunnydale’s first ever. Only we use the route to feed your soldiers...I’m seeing ambushes under bridges, spiked water bottles, maybe electronic tagging...”
“Yes, thank you, Miss...Morgan, is it? But I’m afraid it’s just not what I’m looking for right now. Nifty as heck, but...”
“Sir...”
“Now, don’t fret. Tell you what...I know the senior partners at an LA firm...always recruiting. I could give you a recommendation..?”
“...Thank you, Mayor Wilkins.”
And Lilah Morgan’s run began.
*********
“...did you know we’re running along the same road that...*huff*...that Pheidippides is supposed to have taken when he ran from Marathon to Athens to tell the assembly...”
“History lesson LATER,” Buffy shouted from ahead, “...Greco-Roman Grappler demon horde first! Try and keep up, okay? I want to end this quick.”
“...Yes, Ma’am.”
And she ran, ran like she couldn’t a year ago. Before she met HER. Before she knew her.
Before she loved her.
Satsu ran. Ran after Buffy, knowing she would never catch her. But she ran anyways.
At least the view was nice from back here...
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Comments? Beatdowns? Directions to the local pie farm? I'm open for anything. Oh, and SON OF RAMBOW was a charming flick.