Adventskalender: Türchen 9
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120_minutenChallenges: Licht gegen Dunkelheit
+ Der Beschluss, sich gegenseitig nichts zu schenken (angedeutet)
Fandom: Sentinels of the Multiverse (-inspiriert)
Charaktere: Devra (Unity) Caspit, Dr. Meredith (Tachyon) Stinson (+ Gastauftritt des Argent Adept)
Wörter: 774
A/N: Ich habe letztes Wochenende zum ersten Mal eine Runde SotM gespielt und es war großartig. So großartig, dass ich nicht mal den Canon recherchiere bevor ich dumme Fanfictions schreibe.
Zur Erklärung: Es sind Superhelden. - Tachyon ist geniale Wissenschaftlerin und Speedster und Unity ist Technopathin, Tachyons Praktikantin und baut die niedlichsten Roboter-Dinos. Mehr braucht ihr nicht wissen, mehr weiß ich auch nicht. (Und der Bösewicht ist ausgedacht, aus Gründen.)
With an ear-splitting screech, Devra’s last mechanical golem vanished in the black pit that just seconds ago had been good, firm concrete. “Holy fucking… I hate magic”, she exclaimed, ducking behind one of the pillars that had not vanished. Yet.
“Hey, Adept, can’t you just magic this shit away?!”
The Argent Adept, standing on some debris above the blackness protecting himself and the load-bearing walls with the green glow emanating from his lyre, shot her a dirty look. “It’s magic, not a joke.”
“Could have fooled me.” With a little gush of wind, Tachyon had appeared behind Devra, red goggles firmly in place and a frown on her face. Of course, she disliked magic probably even more than Devra did. She disliked everything that disregarded the laws of physics and didn’t originate from her lab.
Devra shrugged. “Of course magic’s gonna ruin the first day of snow!”, she complained. Tachyon just gave her a blank look. “You know, snow, December, Christmas, spending time with the family! Or… partner. Or, you know, whatever.”
She had heard all the rumours about Tachyon, the man-eater, and Tachyon, doting wife of a supermodel, and Tachyon, the nerd, married to science, and of course, Devra couldn’t care less which of those was true, only, of course she cared, everybody wanted to know these things about their boss, and if had just the slightest crush on the speedster… well, nobody had to know, like, ever, so… Yeah. Devra was pretty much fucked. And would be devoured by a fucking patch of sapient darkness two weeks before Christmas. Superheroing sucked.
“I didn’t know you were into… that.”
Devra shrugged, again. “Ah, no, Christmas is totally overrated. But also kind of fun, so… let’s kick this thing’s ass and go home to gingerbread and eggnog?”
That had Tachyon smiling. “Sure. Any bright ideas?”
“Skipped class on the day we discussed fighting living shadows, sorry...”
Behind the red goggles, something lit up. She threw a quick glance over to the Argent Adept and the green light that was getting paler by the second and a wicked smile spread over Tachyon’s face. “Not bad, kiddo, not bad. - Wanna build something?”
“I’m fresh out of metal scraps...”
With a Whooosh! straight out of a comic book, Tachyon vanished.
“Unity! Where did she go?”, the Argent Adept’s face was contorted, and the harmonies he played had begun to sound kind of strained a while ago, but Devra had been distracted.“I can’t keep it at bay much longer!”
“Don’t worry, we have a plan!”, she called out, adding the “I think” only under her breath. But before she could even start to worry about that, Tachyon was back with another whiff of wind and dropped metal parts, cables and a few transparisteel containers from the lab at her feet. In her left, she was holding a small metal cylinder, maybe the size of Devra’s pinky. She knew that cylinder from the lab...
It took her maybe half a second to figure out the plan, and when she did, she thought her face would split apart from grinning so much.
“Oh, I thought we were not going to give each other presents!”
“What can I say, I like to spoil my interns...” Tachyon’s grin was almost as wide as Devra’s. “You know what to do? Good. - I’ll get the Argent Adept out of here, be back in a flash!”
Another burst of wind and her boss and the lyre play vanished, but Devra hardly noticed, because there was electronics to connect and wires to fuse and a fucking antimatter bomb to build. Best. Christmas. Ever.
When Tachyon reappeared at her side, mere seconds later, a pink and gold snowman was waiting for her and her inconspicuous specimen container. It was wearing a little metal Santa hat.
“Cute.”
“No point in building anything that’s not cute.”
Tachyon handed her a spare pair of goggles before kneeling down and carefully, carefully inserting the antimatter container into the snowman’s midsection. “Too bad we can’t watch.”
“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Devra knew that theoretically speaking the explosion would result in a blinding flash of light, but, yeah, that was theory. And beating magic with physics never really worked.
“Only one way to find out”, Tachyon declared and then Devra could feel her stomach dropping to her feet and then accelerating back up and before she knew what had happened, she was leaning against a Megalopolis street lamp, retching and heaving. Speed travel sucked. Tachyon awkwardly patted her back and above them the midnight sky lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Merry Christmas, kiddo.”
“Oh that’s so cool...”
+ Der Beschluss, sich gegenseitig nichts zu schenken (angedeutet)
Fandom: Sentinels of the Multiverse (-inspiriert)
Charaktere: Devra (Unity) Caspit, Dr. Meredith (Tachyon) Stinson (+ Gastauftritt des Argent Adept)
Wörter: 774
A/N: Ich habe letztes Wochenende zum ersten Mal eine Runde SotM gespielt und es war großartig. So großartig, dass ich nicht mal den Canon recherchiere bevor ich dumme Fanfictions schreibe.
Zur Erklärung: Es sind Superhelden. - Tachyon ist geniale Wissenschaftlerin und Speedster und Unity ist Technopathin, Tachyons Praktikantin und baut die niedlichsten Roboter-Dinos. Mehr braucht ihr nicht wissen, mehr weiß ich auch nicht. (Und der Bösewicht ist ausgedacht, aus Gründen.)
With an ear-splitting screech, Devra’s last mechanical golem vanished in the black pit that just seconds ago had been good, firm concrete. “Holy fucking… I hate magic”, she exclaimed, ducking behind one of the pillars that had not vanished. Yet.
“Hey, Adept, can’t you just magic this shit away?!”
The Argent Adept, standing on some debris above the blackness protecting himself and the load-bearing walls with the green glow emanating from his lyre, shot her a dirty look. “It’s magic, not a joke.”
“Could have fooled me.” With a little gush of wind, Tachyon had appeared behind Devra, red goggles firmly in place and a frown on her face. Of course, she disliked magic probably even more than Devra did. She disliked everything that disregarded the laws of physics and didn’t originate from her lab.
Devra shrugged. “Of course magic’s gonna ruin the first day of snow!”, she complained. Tachyon just gave her a blank look. “You know, snow, December, Christmas, spending time with the family! Or… partner. Or, you know, whatever.”
She had heard all the rumours about Tachyon, the man-eater, and Tachyon, doting wife of a supermodel, and Tachyon, the nerd, married to science, and of course, Devra couldn’t care less which of those was true, only, of course she cared, everybody wanted to know these things about their boss, and if had just the slightest crush on the speedster… well, nobody had to know, like, ever, so… Yeah. Devra was pretty much fucked. And would be devoured by a fucking patch of sapient darkness two weeks before Christmas. Superheroing sucked.
“I didn’t know you were into… that.”
Devra shrugged, again. “Ah, no, Christmas is totally overrated. But also kind of fun, so… let’s kick this thing’s ass and go home to gingerbread and eggnog?”
That had Tachyon smiling. “Sure. Any bright ideas?”
“Skipped class on the day we discussed fighting living shadows, sorry...”
Behind the red goggles, something lit up. She threw a quick glance over to the Argent Adept and the green light that was getting paler by the second and a wicked smile spread over Tachyon’s face. “Not bad, kiddo, not bad. - Wanna build something?”
“I’m fresh out of metal scraps...”
With a Whooosh! straight out of a comic book, Tachyon vanished.
“Unity! Where did she go?”, the Argent Adept’s face was contorted, and the harmonies he played had begun to sound kind of strained a while ago, but Devra had been distracted.“I can’t keep it at bay much longer!”
“Don’t worry, we have a plan!”, she called out, adding the “I think” only under her breath. But before she could even start to worry about that, Tachyon was back with another whiff of wind and dropped metal parts, cables and a few transparisteel containers from the lab at her feet. In her left, she was holding a small metal cylinder, maybe the size of Devra’s pinky. She knew that cylinder from the lab...
It took her maybe half a second to figure out the plan, and when she did, she thought her face would split apart from grinning so much.
“Oh, I thought we were not going to give each other presents!”
“What can I say, I like to spoil my interns...” Tachyon’s grin was almost as wide as Devra’s. “You know what to do? Good. - I’ll get the Argent Adept out of here, be back in a flash!”
Another burst of wind and her boss and the lyre play vanished, but Devra hardly noticed, because there was electronics to connect and wires to fuse and a fucking antimatter bomb to build. Best. Christmas. Ever.
When Tachyon reappeared at her side, mere seconds later, a pink and gold snowman was waiting for her and her inconspicuous specimen container. It was wearing a little metal Santa hat.
“Cute.”
“No point in building anything that’s not cute.”
Tachyon handed her a spare pair of goggles before kneeling down and carefully, carefully inserting the antimatter container into the snowman’s midsection. “Too bad we can’t watch.”
“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Devra knew that theoretically speaking the explosion would result in a blinding flash of light, but, yeah, that was theory. And beating magic with physics never really worked.
“Only one way to find out”, Tachyon declared and then Devra could feel her stomach dropping to her feet and then accelerating back up and before she knew what had happened, she was leaning against a Megalopolis street lamp, retching and heaving. Speed travel sucked. Tachyon awkwardly patted her back and above them the midnight sky lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Merry Christmas, kiddo.”
“Oh that’s so cool...”
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Date: 2017-12-10 12:46 pm (UTC)“No point in building anything that’s not cute.”
ICH UNTERSTÜTZE DAS SO HART AHHH!!!!!1
And beating magic with physics never really worked.
Ich weiß nicht wie der Argent Adept so tickt, aber ich hoffe, dass er sich ein bisschen ins Fäustchen lacht deswegen.
With a Whooosh! straight out of a comic book, Tachyon vanished.
AHAHKSHAHAH ALLES KLAR DER SATZ GEWINNT. :)))
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Date: 2017-12-20 07:04 pm (UTC)Aber die Geschichte hatte dafür einen niedlichen Schneemann mit explosivem Kern, yeah! :D I approve!
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Date: 2017-12-24 01:14 pm (UTC)WITH A WHOOSH! *g*
Love it.
Frohe Weihnachten, du!