DE: Fic Friday

[bjornwilde]

Post in for prompts.
Tag out and give prompts.
Prompt and be merry!

ETA: Still looking for someone to take over DE duties next week. And I've gotten coverage for Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Still need Monday and Wednesday. And the week is covered. Thank you!

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[protect_and_survey]

Fire away - my responses will come at lunchtime or after work, but they will come.

Sam Stewart
Katya
Jemma Simmons
Glorfindel
Oswin/Clara

[bjornwilde]

And thanks to the random word generator...
Sam Stewart - Publicity
Katya - Cloak
Jemma Simmons - Sunset
Glorfindel - Dove
Oswin/Clara - Spoon

Forced March

[protect_and_survey]

It was getting colder, darker. Somewhere to the west the sun was setting, somewhere behind the slate-grey of the clouds. It was going to freeze tonight, and freeze hard - technically she knows the can (will) survive with the supplies they have...

She just isn't so terribly clear on why they have to. Why they have gone to the hind end of nowhere, somewhere there aren't any known bases, not even a marker that might have once belonged to SHIELD. All she knows is they're following Coulson (and he's lied, or at least isn't telling the truth) and May (she shot at Fitz) through the Canadian forest, and for the first time since joining SHIELD, she isn't so sure she wants to go on being a good little soldier-scientist.

She would really like to be somewhere warm, where the sunset wouldn't be quite so dire.

Re: Forced March

[onceaviking]

{Oh, Jemma.}

[ceitfianna]

Sam-oil
Katya-fear
Jemma-sticky
Glorfindel-rain
Oswin/Clara-idiots

[bjornwilde]

I'll throw my lot in.
Jessica Drew
Hank McCoy
Quinlan Vos
Brimstone
Ethan Chandler
Andrea Nash
Isabella/Lady Trent
Sam Wilson

And two bonus pups:
Tybalt (from the Toby Daye series)
Selina Kyle (from Gotham)

[electro_kinetic]

Sam Wilson: the mechanics of flying and falling

Brimstone: doors

[notapilot]

He's falling and no matter how hard he tries, nothing is going to change that. Still he fights it. Fights to pull out of the spiral he's trapped in, fights to gain altitude and some measure of control, but with only one wing and a sputtering thrust, the mechanics just aren't there. Screaming in frustration, the wind tearing his raw voice away, he releases his remaining wing and activates the parachute.

"I'm sorry Cap, I'm grounded."

[wish_monger]

"Life is your master, or death is." He repeats as the door closes to allow another to open.

[ceitfianna]

Ethan-broken in
Hank-quiet
Sam-twisting

Tybalt-posture

I'm really enjoying both of our threads in the sandbox, Selina is fascinating.

[such_sins]

Ethan massages the wax into his gun belt like a benediction or the Ave Maria, penance for his crimes. He still remembers the day the holsters were new and stiff, before they were softened by the burning heat of his gun, the blood of innocents, and his guilt.

[no_more_hiding]

Sean and Alex are yelling at each other again and Hank for the life of himself cannot understand why they always come to his laboratory when they get like this. Their problems are always so simple and easy to solve if they could but quiet their hearts to see clearly.

"If I make a device to record Star Trek will you stop fighting over what to watch?!?"

[notapilot]

(OOC: Apologies to Bucky-mun for borrowing him. This is, of course, not canon.)

They had actually found him, Bucky. He was currently restrained as they tried their best to get through to him with little results so far.

Sam was tired, but he wasn't about to give up. Steve needed this too much. He tried every way he had been trained to reach out to those whose minds were clouded, whose hearts were torn or twisted, yet every millimeter of success was pushed back thrice over.

Rubbing at his eyes, Sam stood and faced the door to Bucky's bedroom. Once more into the breach. Except the restraints were empty and Bucky was gone. "Damn," Sam whispered, not acknowledging the hint of relief he felt. "STEVE!"

[shadowandsnark]

Rand, now Tybalt, stood before King Heydon's throne and inclined his head. Pretend until the end, he told himself, much as his dear friend William had told many a nervous actor. For good measure, he added a bland boredom and a slight frown.

"My people will return to Londinium when I decide and not sooner. When, how, and why is entirely my purview, not yours."

Courtiers gasped at Tybalt's audacity, but the King merely sighed. "Very well. We do hope you will inform Us when such an event occurs. As always, Our Court is open to you."

[OOC: I am loving them as well! I can't wait for Monday when we get to see more of Selina's story.]

[janebecomes]

These are all wonderful but I think Tybalt's is my favorite.

[shadowandsnark]

"Fake it till you make it" is what popped into my head with your prompt. =}

[last_kallig]

For Quinlan: Sith

[the_force_abides]

The choice wasn't a good one, nor an easy one, but he's been here before. This time there was so much more riding on the success or failure of his act; his return to the future, his family, and Ibani's life if he couldn't find her and rescue her.

"I will ask only once, worm, where is the inquisitor you betrayed?"

Funny how you never forget how to force choke.

[last_kallig]

Oh, I like this one!

Quinlan could be a very scary Sith if he ever fell too far.

[bjornwilde]

I wonder if it's cause I play him so fluid in his roles. Like he's accepted the universe doesn't care for good or fair and so will play whatever role is needed to bring such to whatever situation he's in. I've definitely made him more gray than his canon I think.

[last_kallig]

Hard to say, I think. We don't get to see too much of him when he's undercover. I think there's a mention of an explosion in a spaceport?

[ceitfianna]

Prompts, yay! I seem to have somehow severed my power cord, there's one I can borrow but I won't be on as much until I get a new one.

Will Scarlett
Charles Xavier
Ivan Vorpatril
William Evans
Sameth
Jane Austen
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter
Tumnus
The Pirate King

And Quentin from October Daye as I'm probably going to app him as he's loud.

[bjornwilde]

More random words...if they don't spark, let me know. = ]

Will Scarlett - Sled
Charles Xavier - Enzyme
Ivan Vorpatril - Fever
William Evans - Leader
Sameth - Mole
Jane Austen - Hand
Moist von Lipwig - Pincer
Demeter - Summit
Tumnus - Threat
The Pirate King - Sale

And Quentin - Olympics

Good luck with the power cord!

[last_kallig]

I'm throwing Ibani in the ring for this, late though I am.

And I could post a DE topic early, early Monday and Wednesday, but I won't be around to answer tags.

[the_force_abides]

"Oh yeah, you really told him, didn't you?"

(And thank you! Not all DE topic need replies or tags. =)

[last_kallig]

There are good parts of Nar Shaddaa, places that cater to tourists and the wealthy. This, this is the underbelly, a place where the poor and the desperate sink to. And sometimes it is a hunting ground for slavers.

T'sho knows this because he got caught by a couple of them when he was out scrounging for bits of metal in the rubble that could be traded for food. He huddles in a cage with other slaves, watching in terrified awe as a female in strange black armor and some enormous creature he can't identify rip through Harabba's thugs like they were flimsiplast.

Eventually, the screaming and the noise stops, and he risks uncurling a little. The others, the others in here with him don't look frightened. "The Prophet has come for us," they murmur to one another.

The woman eyes the corpse of Harabba's lieutenant. "What size box will he fit in, do you think?" she asks the enormous creature. "I want to make it VERY clear to Harabba that my people are off limits."

[bjornwilde]

Love it!

[last_kallig]

Thank you! Nar Shaddaa being what it is, sending body parts as a 'message' is probably not that out there.