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Dinah Laurel Lance ([personal profile] raptorcanaria) wrote2013-04-22 09:20 pm
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Labyrinth

Here's the thing about Milliways: It's not the Real World. Dinah has a very clear delineation in her mind: there're things that happen in the bar, and there are things that happen at home, and even if people visit from one to the other, they're very different places.

Justice League, supervillains, Oliver. Those things don't follow her in. Which is good and bad, because it becomes a place to escape. And escape becomes too safe, somewhere where actual threats aren't real. That's the problem with the place. It's not home, and it doesn't touch home, and if she wanted, she could stay in the bar, rent a room, and never have to worry about outside. And that's what's so dangerous.

Not that she's thinking of danger right now, even deep in the forest where there might be demon rabbits. She's just thinking of the run, and the exercise, and also where she wants to take Ollie for dinner tonight. That's how she manages to get lost.

And how she finds herself facing a rough hewn stone wall, with a door cut into it.

Dinah stands in front of it, stretching out her warm muscles, staring at the door. Has that always been here?
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-03 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but-"

-another ninja gets their balls stomped and leg fractured, in that order, and Voodoo pivots to engage the next one-

"-it'd be a whole lot easier if I could use my freaking gun!"

Srsly. No guns. What the fuck.
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-03 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometime Voodoo's going to have to sit Dinah down and explain to her that using a firearm in self defense does not work like that.

Now is not the time. Now is the furthest possible moment from that time.

"Yeah," Voodoo says, putting his back to the wall, "distract away."
Edited 2013-06-03 18:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-04 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
But can she run Crysis?

Voodoo dashes out of the fight, feeling his way along the wall. None of it feels familiar, until -

- he reaches a corner and his hand comes across a triangle indentation in the wall. He pounds it with his fist.

"Dinah!" he yells, "door's open!"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-04 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Better hurry, Dinah - Voodoo's preparing a nasty-looking stun grenade. Once she's close enough, he lets it fly toward the closest bunch of ninjas.

"Banger out!"

(He's still irked over how he has to let them all live, but what're you gonna do.)
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-04 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Voodoo gets up and looks around. Sure, it looks like the forest out back, but....

"I don't know."

He unslings his gun.

"I'm guessing not."

Because something like this doesn't end that easily.
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-06 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)


"Uh - hey," Voodoo echoes, waving. "We're - pretty fuckin' lost. Does the name 'Milliways' mean anything to you?"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-25 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
:D!

"How long you been out here?"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-25 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Voodoo glances back and shrugs. The only Claymores he knows of are the antipersonnel mines. And the Scottish longswords.

"You found anything besides us? Booby traps, ninjas...


...homicidal rabbits?"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-26 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Cue shrug.

"Ain't gonna argue that."

She doesn't look like a total fuckup, at least. +3 Trust.
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-26 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
SHIT. -9,000 Trust.

Voodoo steps to the side, lines up the sights on the Claymore's head, and flicks the fire selector to semiauto.

"Drop her and put your hands on your head! Do it now!"
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-26 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Voodoo's too slow. The SAPIs are like tissue paper against the blades, and they plunge into his torso with a sickening SHICK. Pain lances up his body, and for a few precious moments he's in shock, staring at the blades going into his gut.

Then he looks up into the creature's eyes and takes a shaky breath.

"Nah. No blade."

He jams the muzzle up underneath her chin.

"Just a trigger."

Three pounds of pressure, and-

BANG
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-26 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He's doubled over, clutching at his abdomen. Blood spreads across his sleeve as his other arm hangs limp at his side. His breaths are shaky are irregular as he looks down at the corpse of the Claymore.

At Dinah's voice, he looks up and nods. "Hey," he says.


Slowly, he takes his arm away from the wound, revealing a massive blotch of blood spreading fast over his abdomen.

He looks at Dinah again, his eyes blank from shock.

"I think it's pretty bad."
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[personal profile] boston_bruiser 2013-06-26 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Voodoo nods, puts his hands in just the right places, and pushes-

-and then there's a loud POP.

"That better?"

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