Want me to just drop whatever I'm doing and be at your beck and call huh? I might have been busy.
[He's not though, and he heads that direction. He recognizes those as coordinates but like hell he can navigate by longitude and latitude like he's a fucking naval captain. Kano liked to use those to make them sound fancy for their meeting locations but it's all bullshit to Kabal.
Fortunately he can just click on a map and get there that way.]
You can keep doing what you're doing, or you can keep doing me.
Your choice.
[Len's super fancy top-secret location is a utility closet, and not a particularly roomy one. Other than the service bots, no one has a reason to be open the door.
It's far too small for a quickie, and doesn't have the good mops.
He's sitting on the floor with one arm inside of his jacket, holding a wad of paper towels against his sliced up chest. This isn't the worst position Len's found himself in, but it sure as fuck isn't the best.
Something something Icarus harassing a giant robot and getting bitch-slapped out of the sky, tragically ruining his sweet leather jacket.]
I tangoed with a two-story can opener, and it didn't have a sense of humour.
[Len rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. Arms tightening around his torso. He's looking a little pale, but he's not croaking anytime soon. Starscream wishes.]
Someday I'm going to rip the missiles off of that thing and be a millionaire.
[That's a decent amount of blood Len. And you're in a closet.]
I'm not a doctor but pretty sure you're supposed to keep all that shiny red liquid inside you. Come on, lets get you outta the closet and somewhere a little more comfortable.
[Len accepts the help, not making a fuss about it. It's all he can do to not look absolutely pathetic right now.
He could stand on his own two feet, should, but Kabal is both solid and strong, and for a moment it feels good just to stand and soak in the warmth of his body. Kabal is easy to lean against.
Far too easy.]
And I thought I was special.
[Is Kabal the type to have a food-fight with the first random guy or girl off the street?]
Was Hannibal Lecter using the kitchen?
Hm... s'pose I can see the appeal.
[An appraising glance over him (who doesn't love beef jerky?), his eyes catching on Kabal's injury. Not exactly a paper-cut.
Len attempts to pull away, and nearly slips in his own blood. He catches himself by the strap of Kabal's harness.]
Apparently my job is to carry you back to my room when you get the shit kicked out of you. Working my way up in the world. Black Dragon enforcer, NYPD, saver of the entire world, enforcer again and now your personal assistant.
[He'd been enslaved to what was effectively a super villain once he died, but that wasn't quite the same. Especially since he wanted to kill that fucker most of the time.]
You know the deer lady? She decided maybe it was time to expand her culinary horizons.
[For being a big, hefty, immovable rock, that grab for his harness nearly downs him. The only tangible evidence so far of how injured he is. Hissing through his teeth he braces one hand on the wall, the other around Len to keep them both from crashing into the ground.]
We need to stop doing this. Can we skip this part next time and get right to the naked in the tub part?
[Wait, did he heard that right? Len's head snaps to the side, eyes boring holes into Kabal's mask. He would kill to see his face right now.]
NYPD? You were a cop?
[Len pulls away from him, in part because he nearly sent them both crashing to the ground, and also because this is something of a revelation coming from a man he assumed to be a fellow crook.
Not a crooked cop.
He holds onto the nearby shelving, trying to look less dizzy, confused, and alarmed than he actually is, but his poker-face isn't at its best right now. He needs a little more blood and a lot less shock for that.]
And no, I don't know the deer lady, she a cannibal or a bisexual?
[With more than a slight sneer, because Len doesn't like that particular tidbit of information, either. Not that this is anything, or he had any real expectations regarding exactly who Kabal is 'feeding'.
For a few months yeah. Badge is in my room somewhere if you don't believe me.
[He doesn't follow Len's train of thought, assuming that like most people he thinks Kabal is lying.
But this is someone who knows him a little better. Maybe he deserves the full explanation.]
Told 'em I'd give them dirt on the Black Dragon and they bought it hook, line and sinker. Thought I'd turned traitor and everything. Cept I was just letting the Black Dragon know their patrol routes and where they'd be setting up checkpoints.
Gave the cops a few leads and they gave me a badge and a partner. Dumb shits.
Fuck. I wonder if they're still paying me. I might be a fucking millionaire twenty years later.
[Once he regains his footing he reaches out to Len to pull him back and help him down the hall again, not getting the hint something might be wrong.]
She's probably both. But yeah, I found her at the end of a trail of blood and she tried to eat me. Not in the cute way.
I'm starting to think the market for heirloom sterling silver teaspoons is a little dried up in space and this outfit doesn't have enough pockets for me to make off with the serving trays.
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Date: 2020-04-08 03:39 am (UTC)[Said location is in longitude and latitude. Does Kabal even know what those are?
If he doesn't, he can probably locate Len vua his fancy-pants device.]
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Date: 2020-04-08 03:56 am (UTC)[He's not though, and he heads that direction. He recognizes those as coordinates but like hell he can navigate by longitude and latitude like he's a fucking naval captain. Kano liked to use those to make them sound fancy for their meeting locations but it's all bullshit to Kabal.
Fortunately he can just click on a map and get there that way.]
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Date: 2020-04-08 04:11 am (UTC)Your choice.
[Len's super fancy top-secret location is a utility closet, and not a particularly roomy one. Other than the service bots, no one has a reason to be open the door.
It's far too small for a quickie, and doesn't have the good mops.
He's sitting on the floor with one arm inside of his jacket, holding a wad of paper towels against his sliced up chest. This isn't the worst position Len's found himself in, but it sure as fuck isn't the best.
Something something Icarus harassing a giant robot and getting bitch-slapped out of the sky, tragically ruining his sweet leather jacket.]
Five minutes and fifteen seconds. You're late.
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Date: 2020-04-08 04:33 am (UTC)Course it can get you OUT of a lot of trouble too...
[That... that sure is a closet Len. What are you doing in there.]
Even speed demons get distracted. This doesn't look like the typical high end thievery I'd expect from you. The market on mops real good right now?
[He squats down to look at the mess Len has gotten himself into, half mask of teeth leaving his eyes exposed so he can squint at him in confusion.]
The fuck happened to you?
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Date: 2020-04-08 05:46 am (UTC)[Len rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. Arms tightening around his torso. He's looking a little pale, but he's not croaking anytime soon. Starscream wishes.]
Laugh it up. I dare you.
[He'd have to be dead to stop talking shit.]
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Date: 2020-04-08 05:52 am (UTC)[That's a decent amount of blood Len. And you're in a closet.]
I'm not a doctor but pretty sure you're supposed to keep all that shiny red liquid inside you. Come on, lets get you outta the closet and somewhere a little more comfortable.
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Date: 2020-04-11 01:43 am (UTC)[Len arches a brow at Kabal, eyes flicking over him.
His bed-partner isn't looking so pristine himself.
They really are two of a kind.]
You're one to talk. Looks like you sprung your own leak.
[Len makes to grip onto the nearest utility shelf, attempting to haul himself to his feet, but his hand is slippery with blood.
He's not coming out of the closet with his pride intact.]
Gonna help me up, or are you gonna stand there contemplating your failed career in medicine?
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Date: 2020-04-11 04:32 am (UTC)[Ignoring the wounds in his own chest, he leans down to give Len a shoulder to support himself on.]
Almost had another food fight with someone. I think you started a trend. Except this time I was the meal.
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Date: 2020-04-20 04:02 am (UTC)[Len accepts the help, not making a fuss about it. It's all he can do to not look absolutely pathetic right now.
He could stand on his own two feet, should, but Kabal is both solid and strong, and for a moment it feels good just to stand and soak in the warmth of his body. Kabal is easy to lean against.
Far too easy.]
And I thought I was special.
[Is Kabal the type to have a food-fight with the first random guy or girl off the street?]
Was Hannibal Lecter using the kitchen?
Hm... s'pose I can see the appeal.
[An appraising glance over him (who doesn't love beef jerky?), his eyes catching on Kabal's injury. Not exactly a paper-cut.
Len attempts to pull away, and nearly slips in his own blood. He catches himself by the strap of Kabal's harness.]
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Date: 2020-04-21 04:44 am (UTC)[He'd been enslaved to what was effectively a super villain once he died, but that wasn't quite the same. Especially since he wanted to kill that fucker most of the time.]
You know the deer lady? She decided maybe it was time to expand her culinary horizons.
[For being a big, hefty, immovable rock, that grab for his harness nearly downs him. The only tangible evidence so far of how injured he is. Hissing through his teeth he braces one hand on the wall, the other around Len to keep them both from crashing into the ground.]
We need to stop doing this. Can we skip this part next time and get right to the naked in the tub part?
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Date: 2020-04-22 05:41 am (UTC)[Wait, did he heard that right? Len's head snaps to the side, eyes boring holes into Kabal's mask. He would kill to see his face right now.]
NYPD? You were a cop?
[Len pulls away from him, in part because he nearly sent them both crashing to the ground, and also because this is something of a revelation coming from a man he assumed to be a fellow crook.
Not a crooked cop.
He holds onto the nearby shelving, trying to look less dizzy, confused, and alarmed than he actually is, but his poker-face isn't at its best right now. He needs a little more blood and a lot less shock for that.]
And no, I don't know the deer lady, she a cannibal or a bisexual?
[With more than a slight sneer, because Len doesn't like that particular tidbit of information, either. Not that this is anything, or he had any real expectations regarding exactly who Kabal is 'feeding'.
Len knows he isn't special.]
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Date: 2020-04-22 06:12 am (UTC)[He doesn't follow Len's train of thought, assuming that like most people he thinks Kabal is lying.
But this is someone who knows him a little better. Maybe he deserves the full explanation.]
Told 'em I'd give them dirt on the Black Dragon and they bought it hook, line and sinker. Thought I'd turned traitor and everything. Cept I was just letting the Black Dragon know their patrol routes and where they'd be setting up checkpoints.
Gave the cops a few leads and they gave me a badge and a partner. Dumb shits.
Fuck. I wonder if they're still paying me. I might be a fucking millionaire twenty years later.
[Once he regains his footing he reaches out to Len to pull him back and help him down the hall again, not getting the hint something might be wrong.]
She's probably both. But yeah, I found her at the end of a trail of blood and she tried to eat me. Not in the cute way.
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:16 am (UTC)It stinks, and it eats people.
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:43 am (UTC)I'm gonna use it to dispose of a body someday, just wait.
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:55 am (UTC)What invitation?
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:58 am (UTC)Did you think it was X-mas?
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Date: 2020-04-29 05:13 am (UTC)That's how a bunch of my clothes showed up last time. Thought it was like that again.
Why you want to go to this thing?
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Date: 2020-04-29 05:20 am (UTC)I bet they're busting out the good china.
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Date: 2020-04-29 10:52 pm (UTC)That said.... there's gonna be food.
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Date: 2020-04-30 03:04 am (UTC)What else could you want?
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