If you filled the grand canyon with guts and set parts of it on fire, a little like that. It's got all these kind of rock formations and dirt. There's a beach but it's against a sea of blood so it looks and smells like ass.
You know that deer thing that follows me around? I had something similar back there. But bigger. And on fire. That's kinda a theme: blood and fire. But it's overdone - no imagination.
So me, but dead, and can't eat or sleep cuz you know, dead. And gotta do that assholes bidding. I'm still fucking pissed I didn't get to see Scorpion chop his head off.
Couldn't really feel pain though. So that's a plus.
[Couldn't feel anything but that's not the point.]
Unoriginal, much? Satan needs to hire an interior designer, because that's just sad.
I want to be shocked and appalled when I go to Hell. Not bored.
What's the point if you don't feel like you've earned it?
[There's a lot to unpack in what Kabal said. Len isn't directly approaching the worst of it on purpose. He can't imagine what that kind of helplessness would feel like.
Len's closest experience would be childhood, living under his father's thumb. A lock-picking puppet and convenient punching-bag. The difference being, his personal hell wasn't entirely without light. There were moments of joy with Lisa, and excitement in learning a trade he not only enjoyed, but was very good at.
Being able to talk back, or climb out the window when he wanted to, even if it meant he lost his baby teeth early, was its own kind of freedom.
He's quiet for a moment, but doesn't take too long to pipe back up. Doesn't let the moment fall into awkward silence.]
Maybe you didn't win his creepy little game of Dungeons & Douchebags, but neither did he.
There's probably some lower, crappier level of hell that's just waiting on hold with telemarketers, waking up naked in public, and being forced to watch all the ways you've ever embarrassed yourself on candid camera, with yakety-sax playing in the background.
That's where the real pricks gotta go. He's probably sharing a single with my old man.
It's probably shocking to ladies on the PTA, but not really for anyone who's ever killed someone.
Yeah, but it would be nice to see his head mounted on a wall somewhere. So I could piss on it.
[There's more to say there, like the fact that Quan Chi being dead means there's no way to reverse what was done to him. They need his magic to undo it. So Kabal is kinda.. stuck like this. Forever. Or until Raiden finds a way to fix it which hasn't been high on his priorities.
Even in death he's surrounded by assholes and morons.]
I'm definitely glad I sprung for the not-dead with hot roommate package. Significant upgrade over the last place.
Turn his head into a urinal. Put the tutorial on Pinterest. Start a side-hustle in humiliation-specific taxidermy. Get rich doing what you love.
Making every douche who's ever looked sideways at you regret the day they were born.
The simple things are what make life worth living.
[They're talking around the real ugliness of the situation, and that's fine with Len. He gets it. Kabal isn't looking to get his boo-boos kissed (though Len's done plenty of that at this point), he wants to get shit off his chest. Without the embarrassment and smothering attention of a pity-party.
Len knows because he's been there. Is still there, when something or someone ugly reminds him of his father, and life before he was independent.]
A hot roommate ain't a bad reason either.
Glad I didn't croak before we knocked boots. No one wants to die a virgin.
[He doesn't know what Pinterest is, the internet is pretty terrible in the Netherrealm, and he's 20 years behind on TV. His suffering is truly endless.]
I knew I liked you. Making 'em all regret it is high up on my to-do list for when I'm not trapped in Logan's Run or whatever this is. I was thinking of slicing them into chunks, but you might be onto something with the leather jackets out of their hide and poseable sculptures for people to admire.
[He's glad they're just.. avoiding all the deep shit he dropped a moment ago. Now it's out there and he can never talk about it again. Being dead wasn't fun, but he's not gonna mope over it (nor deal with it in any sort of healthy way) and now that he's alive again he's going to keep it that way. ]
Yeah just two guys in their forties having their first time. Nothing to see here.
You ever seen that Real Bodies exhibit? With the perfectly preserved bodies stripped down to the muscle?
I almost stole the cross-sectioned horse, because I thought it'd be a unique conversation starter, and because I could, but then I remembered I hate talking to people, and I can steal anything.
[A low snerk of laughter.
The solar wind is picking up outside. Stirring up the dust and making the sky-line red. Pretty, when you're watching it from a bubble.
Less pretty when you're in the middle of it, and you're tripping balls as your face melts off.]
Shits kinda gross. And I say that as someone who's chopped off plenty of arms. Something about how waxy all the veins are is really nasty. If you steal it won't it start smelling after a while? Or do you actually live in some ice fortress kept at the perfect temp to preserve bodies?
[Themes are important.]
Nah. That happened before. Also not how I died. I had someone cave in my entire chest. Which isn't a car crash. We can go do donuts outside the dome without fear of me driving us into a tree.
Or well.. a dirt tornado or something. Guess there's no trees.
That's the retirement plan. Buy an ice cream factory. Get fat, live the icy dream, and be lazy about hiding bodies.
[Themes really are important. That's the difference between a villain, and a SUPER villain. Going the extra mile for branding.]
That sounds fun. The donuts, not the chest-smash. My nails like your chest in one piece.
Heard there are mountains out there. And another city. The talking Porsche wants to go. I'll take any excuse to get outside and stretch my legs. I'm sick of being cooped up in here.
Who did your chest, and if they show up, would you be pressed if I took a shot?
My chest likes it better this way. Bleeding from you is a helluva lot better than any of the other ways to bleed.
[Is that romantic? He probably thinks it's romantic.]
You know he turns into a plane? But for some reason he can't just fly us out there. Something shady about that whole situation. Pretty sure he just wants to abandon us and take the place for himself which, you know, I appreciate the initiative. He's trying.
Sindel? You can rip her legs off and beat her to death with them like a piñata for all I care. Fair warning - she's super hot.
[He'd kill her in a heartbeat, but it's worth noting - she's real nice to look at.]
[It was kinda romantic. Len's going to keep that comment tucked away in his most private mental file-folder of things worth remembering. Photographic memory isn't have as useful if you're not organized.]
I did know. Talk about versatile.
My guess is he needs worker bees to accomplish whatever it is he wants to accomplish, and ditch us when he's done. Why waste the gas bringing us back to Anchor?
[A snerk in regards to Sindel, who better stay off Len's turf if she doesn't want her allegedly amazing tits stomped in retaliation. No one takes away what's his.]
[Now that's definitely romantic. This is the stuff sappy Hallmark cards are made of.]
Yeah I figure we'll have to slice off one of his limbs or something in order to keep him from abandoning everyone. Wonder if we can get a big ass shock collar.
[And there Len goes, increasing the romance level.]
I'm equal opportunity everything. Killing. Shanking. Robbing. Kissing. Why ignore fifty percent of the exploitable population? A wallet's a wallet.
[Leonard Snart for Mx America. Kabal knows how to pick them.]
This place is like Best Buy on crack. A little digging and I bet we could find an EMP strong enough to knock Screamy out and steal his figurative metal kidneys.
Or literal, if he has any. I bet those would go for a pretty plutonium penny.
Women's wallets probably smell less like ass sweat too.
[The real reason women's pants don't have pockets - to keep their wallets fresh and clean in purses.]
Who doesn't want some fresh robo-organs? But now that you say it, I think Qubit was making something like that. Or maybe Peter. One of the nerds was trying to do something for defense but it was months ago and I wasn't paying attention.
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Date: 2020-05-16 02:48 am (UTC)Mick and I had a bet. He said Skid-row, I said soccer practice for a Christian youth league.
[Len has folded himself up some way or another. He doesn't know how to sit like a normal human. Always has to have at least one leggy out.]
The hell is a revenant, anyway? A pissed off ghost? Was the worst part being stuck with those yahoos for the rest of eternity?
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Date: 2020-05-16 03:01 am (UTC)You know that deer thing that follows me around? I had something similar back there. But bigger. And on fire. That's kinda a theme: blood and fire. But it's overdone - no imagination.
So me, but dead, and can't eat or sleep cuz you know, dead. And gotta do that assholes bidding. I'm still fucking pissed I didn't get to see Scorpion chop his head off.
Couldn't really feel pain though. So that's a plus.
[Couldn't feel anything but that's not the point.]
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Date: 2020-05-16 04:01 am (UTC)I want to be shocked and appalled when I go to Hell. Not bored.
What's the point if you don't feel like you've earned it?
[There's a lot to unpack in what Kabal said. Len isn't directly approaching the worst of it on purpose. He can't imagine what that kind of helplessness would feel like.
Len's closest experience would be childhood, living under his father's thumb. A lock-picking puppet and convenient punching-bag. The difference being, his personal hell wasn't entirely without light. There were moments of joy with Lisa, and excitement in learning a trade he not only enjoyed, but was very good at.
Being able to talk back, or climb out the window when he wanted to, even if it meant he lost his baby teeth early, was its own kind of freedom.
He's quiet for a moment, but doesn't take too long to pipe back up. Doesn't let the moment fall into awkward silence.]
Maybe you didn't win his creepy little game of Dungeons & Douchebags, but neither did he.
There's probably some lower, crappier level of hell that's just waiting on hold with telemarketers, waking up naked in public, and being forced to watch all the ways you've ever embarrassed yourself on candid camera, with yakety-sax playing in the background.
That's where the real pricks gotta go. He's probably sharing a single with my old man.
And you're here, sharing a king with me.
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Date: 2020-05-16 04:28 am (UTC)Yeah, but it would be nice to see his head mounted on a wall somewhere. So I could piss on it.
[There's more to say there, like the fact that Quan Chi being dead means there's no way to reverse what was done to him. They need his magic to undo it. So Kabal is kinda.. stuck like this. Forever. Or until Raiden finds a way to fix it which hasn't been high on his priorities.
Even in death he's surrounded by assholes and morons.]
I'm definitely glad I sprung for the not-dead with hot roommate package. Significant upgrade over the last place.
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Date: 2020-05-16 04:48 am (UTC)Turn his head into a urinal. Put the tutorial on Pinterest. Start a side-hustle in humiliation-specific taxidermy. Get rich doing what you love.
Making every douche who's ever looked sideways at you regret the day they were born.
The simple things are what make life worth living.
[They're talking around the real ugliness of the situation, and that's fine with Len. He gets it. Kabal isn't looking to get his boo-boos kissed (though Len's done plenty of that at this point), he wants to get shit off his chest. Without the embarrassment and smothering attention of a pity-party.
Len knows because he's been there. Is still there, when something or someone ugly reminds him of his father, and life before he was independent.]
A hot roommate ain't a bad reason either.
Glad I didn't croak before we knocked boots. No one wants to die a virgin.
[Insert laugh track here.]
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Date: 2020-05-16 05:24 am (UTC)I knew I liked you. Making 'em all regret it is high up on my to-do list for when I'm not trapped in Logan's Run or whatever this is. I was thinking of slicing them into chunks, but you might be onto something with the leather jackets out of their hide and poseable sculptures for people to admire.
[He's glad they're just.. avoiding all the deep shit he dropped a moment ago. Now it's out there and he can never talk about it again. Being dead wasn't fun, but he's not gonna mope over it (nor deal with it in any sort of healthy way) and now that he's alive again he's going to keep it that way. ]
Yeah just two guys in their forties having their first time. Nothing to see here.
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Date: 2020-05-16 05:37 am (UTC)I almost stole the cross-sectioned horse, because I thought it'd be a unique conversation starter, and because I could, but then I remembered I hate talking to people, and I can steal anything.
[A low snerk of laughter.
The solar wind is picking up outside. Stirring up the dust and making the sky-line red. Pretty, when you're watching it from a bubble.
Less pretty when you're in the middle of it, and you're tripping balls as your face melts off.]
Was that Quan-Shitbag guy the one who burned you?
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Date: 2020-05-16 05:54 am (UTC)[Themes are important.]
Nah. That happened before. Also not how I died. I had someone cave in my entire chest. Which isn't a car crash. We can go do donuts outside the dome without fear of me driving us into a tree.
Or well.. a dirt tornado or something. Guess there's no trees.
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Date: 2020-05-16 06:26 am (UTC)[Themes really are important. That's the difference between a villain, and a SUPER villain. Going the extra mile for branding.]
That sounds fun. The donuts, not the chest-smash. My nails like your chest in one piece.
Heard there are mountains out there. And another city. The talking Porsche wants to go. I'll take any excuse to get outside and stretch my legs. I'm sick of being cooped up in here.
Who did your chest, and if they show up, would you be pressed if I took a shot?
[Not really a question so much as a statement.]
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Date: 2020-05-16 06:37 am (UTC)[Is that romantic? He probably thinks it's romantic.]
You know he turns into a plane? But for some reason he can't just fly us out there. Something shady about that whole situation. Pretty sure he just wants to abandon us and take the place for himself which, you know, I appreciate the initiative. He's trying.
Sindel? You can rip her legs off and beat her to death with them like a piñata for all I care. Fair warning - she's super hot.
[He'd kill her in a heartbeat, but it's worth noting - she's real nice to look at.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 02:03 am (UTC)[It was kinda romantic. Len's going to keep that comment tucked away in his most private mental file-folder of things worth remembering. Photographic memory isn't have as useful if you're not organized.]
I did know. Talk about versatile.
My guess is he needs worker bees to accomplish whatever it is he wants to accomplish, and ditch us when he's done. Why waste the gas bringing us back to Anchor?
[A snerk in regards to Sindel, who better stay off Len's turf if she doesn't want her allegedly amazing tits stomped in retaliation. No one takes away what's his.]
That's never stopped me from cutting a bitch.
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Date: 2020-05-19 06:26 am (UTC)[Now that's definitely romantic. This is the stuff sappy Hallmark cards are made of.]
Yeah I figure we'll have to slice off one of his limbs or something in order to keep him from abandoning everyone. Wonder if we can get a big ass shock collar.
[And there Len goes, increasing the romance level.]
Equal opportunity shanking huh? I like it.
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Date: 2020-05-19 06:35 am (UTC)[Leonard Snart for Mx America. Kabal knows how to pick them.]
This place is like Best Buy on crack. A little digging and I bet we could find an EMP strong enough to knock Screamy out and steal his figurative metal kidneys.
Or literal, if he has any. I bet those would go for a pretty plutonium penny.
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Date: 2020-05-20 05:31 am (UTC)[The real reason women's pants don't have pockets - to keep their wallets fresh and clean in purses.]
Who doesn't want some fresh robo-organs? But now that you say it, I think Qubit was making something like that. Or maybe Peter. One of the nerds was trying to do something for defense but it was months ago and I wasn't paying attention.
Probably in the lab.
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Date: 2020-07-10 08:04 pm (UTC)You can carry the bags.
[As a good criminal boyfriend should.]
Grand larceny gets heavy.
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:51 am (UTC)[Too bad they both know that he'll definitely carry 30 pieces of designer luggage if it comes down to it. ]
Guess we can see how he comes apart and try to find a buyer later.
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:56 am (UTC)[Low hum of consideration.]
And I'd love to watch you take him apart piece by piece.
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:07 am (UTC)Though I'm getting kinda fond of the victory celebration after.
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Date: 2020-07-13 05:35 am (UTC)[That's Len-speak for 'Me too'.]
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Date: 2020-07-13 06:35 am (UTC)