Re: What Fate had in Store (Duke, Altamira, Sakume)
So I'm sittin' here, right, and I'm just watching the show. It's a good one. I don't really remember how I got here. That building. With the doors. Yeah. That's it. Open the door and you're down the rabbit hole with the hares and the hats and the crazy, drugged out caterpillars...
I saw this face, right. Beautiful. Bright, blue, an' shimmering. I see it when I go on my little trips. It misses me. It told me so. I dunno. It makes me...relax, right? Calm the f*** down already, you know? And I chill, and the face kind of morphs into this shape of something that I long for so much that it hurts. But the colors got in the way. They always do. And I know I want it, but I still have no idea what the hell it is...
And that's not it.
Who're you...uhh...
***
A scream woke him up. Crimson eyes stared through a transparent viewport into the swirling infinity of the universe. Funnily enough, they were in space and he had, in fact, heard the woman scream. Familiar voice, too. Johnny shunted those thoughts aside. Maybe this was an afterimage. Post hallucination. That'd make sense. The zombie reached for the healing magic to clear the LSD from his system, but nothing came.
Hm. No magic. He was still "alive," though, so no matter what kind of trouble he was in, God wins.
"Awake, are you?"
Really, now? Seriously? Maybe he was dreaming. The person he wanted to be with was separated from him by a wall he couldn't break, and the person he leasted wanted to be with was right beside him.
"One can only imagine," Johnny replied enigmatically, sitting upright and leaning against the bulkhead. Zorlo looked back at him with his irritating, permanent smile. Johnny sighed. "Well, this is a first. Hard to imagine you getting arrested."
"On the contrary, many people seem to harbor less-than-favorable thoughts about me." Oh, yes. Johnny noted the significance of that sentence.
"No, I mean it's hard to imagine you physically being arrested. I was drugged."
"They drugged you?"
"Good Lord, semantics are really nailing us today, huh? No, I mean I was drugged out. Where are we? Beyond the obvious."
"Space jail, waiting to be executed."
"Same old song and dance in a different theater." Johnny stretched, thick muscles straining against the cheap black fabric. He grimaced and tore the sleeves off. Magic or not, he was still a strong mofo and his biceps had been complaining about the lack of room. "Well, this blows like a sophmore whore. A sophwhore, if you will. Got a plan?"
Zorlo's smile lessened slightly. "No. Our powers--"
"I'm aware. Just because I go from tripping to unconciousness to regular, snoring sleep doesn't mean when I wake up I won't be totally aware of things. God will show us the way. Preferrably a way that involves you being left behind as a decoy while I bail."
Zorlo grinned.