Джеймс за волосы развернул Брюса к себе и снова толкнул его вперед, заставляя того упасть лицом к то самое кресло, на котором Уэйн нашёл нижнее белье проститутки.
Сам же Гордон буквально впечатал собой парня в несчастный предмет интерьера.
Было мягко и горячо.


Брюс, казалось, протрезвел в ту же секунду, как ощутил себя вдавленным телом Джима в кресло. В какой-то книге из родительской библиотеки Уэйн прочел, что лучшее средство угомонить заигравшегося щенка — это прижать его за шкирку к полу. Похоже, именно этот прием Гордон и решил применить к Брюсу. Что ж, подействовало.

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Superheroes do not use portals

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“Everything's going along as usual and then all shit breaks loose.”

Superheroes do not use portals
участники: James Barnes, Revus Demnevanni, Claire Temple
время и место: 2012, somewhere in America

For a Telvanni mage it was just another experiment gone wrong. For a couple of people in America it was an absolutely unexpected disaster. It was fun, though.

Отредактировано Revus Demnevanni (2017-07-31 14:43:28)



    The Winter Soldier dislikes New York. He dislikes the smells on the streets, the noisy people, the onslaught of advertisement on every corner, the way he had to get here—and his current targets he dislikes too. However, his personal feelings have never mattered to anyone, and he learnt long ago that it’s better to put them aside and forget they ever existed. The Winter Soldier watches as an ambulance takes three badly wounded men to the nearest hospital in the lights of the latest Coca-cola ad. His job is not done, he has to make sure the men are dead. Same old, same old.
    The Winter Soldier follows the ambulance effortlessly jumping from one rooftop to another, climbing fire escapes where necessary. This area is easy to parkour around: the buildings are standing close together, there are lots of ladders everywhere and the streets are narrow enough to jump over. There is no place for enjoyment in his line of work but if he had to tell anyone his favorite part, it would be the parkour. He stands on the edge of the last rooftop as the ambulance goes down into the garage. Once it disappears, he takes a few steps back to make the final jump.
    The hospital has a classical American layout, dozens of them memorized by him in the course of his training. The Winter Soldier waits out good three hours sitting on the rooftop before going in. An explosion was powerful enough to knock all of his targets out and tear some of them to pieces—he could have used a rifle but it would give out the assassination—and the surgeons here probably had much trouble piecing them back together. If anyone survived the surgery, the Winter Soldier is here to make sure it was their last. Luckily for him, it’s 3am.
    He climbs the outside of the building, methodically checking every room before finding the needed one. Three men, all unconscious but stable, judging from the signals on the apparatuses they all are connected to. The Winter Soldier quietly gets in, using his metal arm and a knife to gently push the glass out of the window into the room. The only thing he has to do is to let a bit of air into every single IV in the room. It reaches their bodies—they all die, his job is done. There is no way of stopping it. He mutes the medical tech to be sure no nurse is going to burst in to save them.
    It goes without as much as a scratch. None of them even regain consciousness.
    The Winter Soldier watches as the last bit of air goes into the last man’s vein, the room blissfully quiet at this late hour. As the man dies, the Winter Soldier doesn’t smile, doesn’t feel any remorse or pleasure, nothing. It’s all the same to him. He doesn’t know why HYDRA wanted them dead and, frankly, he doesn’t care. All three of them dead, he has nothing else to do here. It’s time to disappear.
    Suddenly something changes in the air ever so slightly, and feeling it under his skin, the Winter Soldier turns. There is a person there, in the room with him. A nurse? A doctor? This is an unfortunate and unexpected complication. He has never left witnesses alive. He isn’t about to start now.
    It’s a pity, really, that this quiet assassination should turn out loud and messy after all.
    The Winter Soldier doesn’t even say anything. He draws the battle knife from its holster and steps forward, ready to attack whoever happened to be unfortunate enough to come into the room at this hour.

Отредактировано James Barnes (2017-07-31 19:36:25)



"For the third time, Vigard, it's absolutely safe!" Revus waved his hand in the direction of the portal. "I admit, I have not practiced daedric magic for quite some time, but it is a simple portal. I need to go to the daedric planar, grab some herbs, and then I will be back again. Nothing can possibly go wr..."
Revus stepped into the portal, and the blazing circle closed behind his back, although it was not supposed to. It was just the first thing that had gone wrong that day.

Through the fire and clouds he went, not for an eternity, but close to a half hour. A ridiculously long time for a portal, the hole point of which was to allow you to travel instantaneously! Revus had almost become bored, that is, some time after his mortified heart had started beating again. Never mind.

At last, he stepped... all right, he stumbled out of the portal, fell on a smooth, cold floor and huffed heavily.

"Not my best landing," he announced to the world, and the world immediately responded. A low hiss was not exactly the thing Revus wanted to hear right now, especially accompanied with a familiar enough "cling-cling" of for pairs of legs. He raised his head. He was in a tiny room full of unrecognizable things: there was some kind of bathtub, and lots of metal pipes on the walls, a mirror, more pipes and something that looked like an altar with a bowl for a sacrifice blood. Revus frowned. He was definitely in a daedric planar, but he could not recognize the style. There were no books in the Telvanni library depicting an altar like this. He frowned more deeply.

Then the hiss sounded again, and Revus suddenly recalled that he was going to find a way to escape. It was, actually, easy enough, because there was only one door in this room. Thanks the Tribunal, at least, he could recognize a door. But there was a problem: the hissing sound was coming right from behind the door.

"The portal must have shattered," Revus realized. He had read about such things: the portal would break into pieces, loose the vector, the unfortunate souls inside would be scattered all over Nirn, and some shards may even affect other creatures around the world. A very bad luck, indeed.

If Revus' prediction was correct, on the other side of the door, that did not look all that strong, was a daedric spider, a nasty creature with the upper half of the body of a woman and the lower half - of a spider. Those things could be anything from a size of a palm up to the size of a giant, and their web was really hard to wash from clothes. Not to mention the holes from the claws. Oh, and also they could hide form view under the cloak of illusion magic. Revus was not at all happy to meet one of those creatures, but he was not kin on staying in this sacrifice room either, so he carefully pushed the door.

Отредактировано Revus Demnevanni (2017-08-01 16:45:24)



    Well, that certainly wasn’t any nurse or doctor. Frankly, whatever it was, the Winter Soldier isn’t sure he has seen anything like it, ever. He turns swiftly and sees it for a split second, a weird creature with spider legs and a woman’s torso, and then it’s gone. It just vanishes right before his eyes before he has a moment to do anything.
    The hell is that thing?
    The Winter Soldier grips his knife tighter and thinks of it. Why is it here? Did he really see it or was it a mirage, some sort of post-cryogenic sleep nonsense? He’s never got hallucinations before. Then, say, he did really see it and it really exist—where did it go? Things don’t really just vanish into thin air. What does it need here? Did it come for the bodies? Did it guard them? The Winter Soldier has never felt quite so unsettled and puzzled. All his usual enemies were humans. Thus predictable and understandable. But this?
    The room is dreadfully quiet. The Winter Soldier sees the side door to the bathroom being open and someone coming out—what, another agent? Someone who controls this freaky spider thing—or a weapon that makes him see it? Some sort of gas? The Winter Soldier rushes towards the door to grab whoever exits it but before he can reach it, something hits him hard. He flies across the room, crushes through the door to a corridor and lands there, hitting his back on the wall and planting face-first on the floor.
    Okay, now he knows for sure that whatever this thing is, it exists and apparently, it’s strong enough to send a full-grown man with a metal arm flying.
    The Winter Soldier gets up quickly, still clutching his battle knife, and wishes he had his gun. But then again, who would expect a giant spider... lady?.. to interrupt a routine mission. He considers his next move. He could rush into the room, find that person who controls the thing and find out what he wants, or he could just vanish himself. Whatever happens to the bodies, he doesn’t care. His mission is complete.
    “Who are you?” he says more to himself than to anyone.
    He can hear something crawling up to him from the room, and so he shifts, moving away from the broken door quickly enough to not be hit the second time. Now he repeats his question loud and clear, “Who are you?”


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