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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:30 pm
About fifteen minutes after Terry started working, Alfred came downstairs. "Master Terry, dinner will be a bit later than... Are you alright?" The teenager looked very, very annoyed, and was staring at the suit like most people would stare at a yappy little dog that had just peed all over an expensive carpet.
"Fine," he muttered.
"... I see. Well then, dinner will be a bit later than first anticipated, and--"
"HOW am I supposed to fix this thing with THESE?" Terry suddenly spat out, picking up a top of the line set of tools. "HOW?! It's like asking me to fix a circuit board with ROCKS."
"... I'm not--"
"It's like being back in the DARK AGES and having to build a CAR!" With that, he sat down at the table and put his head down on the cold stone with an audible 'thunk'.
...Neither of the men noticed as the tiny red lights on the serviceable and early alarm systems winked off.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:39 pm
Gossamer carefully made her way inside, then carefully drifted to a dark corner to solidify herself again. Grant, she was still invisible, but she wasn't taking any chances. She glanced around the incredibly large room a moment, then spotted a rather large computer. Quietly, she made her way towards it.
From what she could tell, there were only two people in here. A kid and a butler. Fine by her. She could eviscrate them without a problem. First, she wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to get caught. No recordings of any kind.
Once she was at the computer, she placed a hand on it to let some of her magic set into it. While she waited, she glanced back to keep an eye on the other two.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:48 pm
"Perhaps," Alfred replied hesitantly, "It would be better if you took a break and came up for dinner."
Terry sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair. "... Yeah. I guess that makes sense," he said after a moment, his tone subdued. Shooting a last disgusted look at the tools, he got to his feet and walked over to the stairs, where Alfred stepped out of the way to let him pass. "... What's for dinner, again?"
"Steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beens, and tomato soup," Alfred replied, "I thought it was a comfort food sort of night."
Terry flashed a grin despite himself and started up. "Shway. I wonder if cable's back up, yet?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:01 pm
Gossamer, satisfied that anything electronic should be delt with now, stepped away from the computer and watched the two a moment. Steak and mashed potatoes, huh? Suppose she could simply poison their food. Give herself another fun little show.
Then...she noticed what exactly the boy was trying to work on. Her eyes flashed in anger a moment, and she snapped her attention back to the other two. Well now...forget poisoning. She'd make things a little more personal.
Then, she began mouthing the words to a spell. One that would put anyone with a weak or old heart into cardiac arrest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:11 pm
"I would think that--Agh!"
Something very hard shot into the pit of Terry's stomach. He immediately swung around and saw Alfred clutching his chest, his eye squeezed shut in pain. "ALFRED?!" Oh, God! Was he having a heart attack? Immediately, he shot back down the stairs and caught the older man before he could fall. "Okay. Stay calm, alright? Just breathe." Gently he lowered him down onto a step, and then checked his pulse as his own heart hammering away in his ears. There... there wasn't one? He didn't have a pulse! Right then, Alfred's body went completely limp. s**t. s**t!
Immediately, Terry started performing CPR. One, two, three pause... check pulse... breath, breath, One, two, three pause... Dammit, where was the defibrillator, again? He'd never had to use it...
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:21 pm
Soon, Terry found it rather hard to move. Hard, but not impossible.
"Don't bother with it." Gossamer said outloud...directly behind Terry by this point. "Opens up a job for someone else now, doesn't it?"
A second later, Gossamer drifted into a tangeable state again. And she did not look happy.
"As for you..." she growled.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:27 pm
Terry started panicking when it started becoming difficult to continue the CPR. What was wrong? It felt as though he was fighting against something just to move. Even pressing down those few inches was...
And then she spoke, and the only thing he could really think was, Oh crap. With enormous effort, he managed to turn his head to look at her. The feeling of being completely screwed increased.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:37 pm
"...I think we should find someplace where we'll have a bit more privacy to 'talk'." she continued.
She'd seen the suit the boy was trying to work on, and as much as she hated the thought, that didn't nessessarily mean he was the Bat. Could just be someone who worked on the costumes and computers.
Nevertheless...she could just as easily pretend it was him, even if it wasn't. If it was him, she'd have her payback. If it wasn't, well, she'd get to practice some anger management at the least.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:43 pm
Terry didn't say anything. For one thing, even moving his mouth was difficult. For another... What was there to say? She had him, and they both knew it. Would she let him save Alfred if he said please? No. So... Nothing to say.
However, with great effort, he slowly reached out for Alfred's pocket, found his cell phone, and pressed #1 and send. He knew exactly who was on speed dial, and... hopefully he'd get here in time. The whole series of actions was rather easy to cover up; he simply pretended that he was trying to get up, only to slip and fall back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:56 pm
Gossamer grimmaced a bit as the boy fell backwards, then bent down and latched onto his neck, yanking him to his feet. She then picked him up enough that he was off the ground, then walked forward...steping on the butler rather than over him.
Without saying another word, she teleported both herself and Terry out of the building.
EXIT Gossamer and Terry to WAREHOUSE IN SAN FRANSISCO
A second later, a black smokey cloud busted open in the air around Alfred. The cat looked down at the poor man, then shook his head and tisked. "That was almost better than I pictured it was going to be." he grinned.
Then, he poofed away to watch the fun Gossamer was about to have.
EXIT to WAREHOUSE IN SAN FRANSISCO
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:42 pm
{Enter Deadpool from Hell}
Deadpool appeared in a flash of yellow light, and immediately locked on to Alfred's prone form. "Uh... Old guy? Jeebs? Butler... thing? You oka--"
{Exit to Hell}
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 10:31 pm
{Enter Batman from Gotham}
The Batmobile sped in from one of the many available tunnels, coming to an abrupt stop in its circular parking spot. As the top slid back, Batman jumped out, grappled up to the main area instead of taking the stairs, and looked around, his heart hammering in his chest.
Clinically, his eyes took in details even as the more emotional part of his mind looked for some sign of Alfred. Someone had been there. Several someones. The place had been cleaned up a bit, and there were medical supplies next to one of the stone slabs he used in place of cots. Noting the sleek but damaged suit laid out on his worktable, he surmised that one of his guests had been the eerily skilled, young Bat he'd fought as Deathstroke. Could he have been the one who--
Batman's heart, which had been beating so fast, seemed to stop.
Alfred lay prone on the stairs, face up. He was very, very still. Too still. Just like--
Part of his mind immediately went reeling down into a shocked sort of numbness, seeing two bodies instead of one. Not again. I can't do this. Not again. Please, God, no... I just can't. The rest of it, the practical, emotionless part, got him over to his fallen friend, made sure that he checked for a pulse (there, but weak and uneven), scooped up the body, and carried it upstairs.
{Exit Batman and Alfred to Gotham City}
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 6:44 pm
All JLA communicators suddenly recieved this message--"This is Zatanna Zatara to all JLA core and reserve members; keep an eye out for a little girl, about five years old, red hair, red eyes, Caucasian, likely wearing a red and white dress. Answers to Rosie. ... Could be multiple versions of subject. If found, please bring back to watchtower. Repeat, bring to watchtower. And yes, Flash, I'm aware that this sounds like a lost kitten poster. Shut up."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:11 pm
{Enter Terry (Batman) from Gotham}
As Terry walked in from one of the tunnels, his eyes automatically went to the spot where Alfred had collapsed.
He was gone.
Relaxing a little bit, he checked out the rest of the cave. The Batmobile was parked, and his suit was right where he'd left it. At the sight of it, he relaxed the rest of the way. If Wayne had Alfred, he was probably fine. Almost definitely. ... Unless...
In any case, there was no point in worrying about it right then. He had to fix his suit and get out of there before Wayne got back.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:23 pm
ENTER Alex from Gotham
Alex followed in after Batman, and glanced around the large room once they were further inside. She never really got to look at this place the last time she was here. Place was pretty impressive. A lot different from an upgraded building she was so used to seeing.
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