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<blockquote data-quote="Davies" data-source="post: 8418318" data-attributes="member: 30538"><p><strong>Interlude</strong></p><p></p><p>"You know, the most absurd thing about all of this is that you actually thought <em>numbers</em> were going to make things go your way this time," says <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iRcZGjjQGo7kmZ8-StDTPtfhJ01BVdQH/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Abigail Mason</a>, staring across the dimly-lit public park (complete with statue of Thunder Dragon) at her assembled enemies, all collapsed on the grass and pavement. "Every time I've crossed any of your paths individually, I've made you do exactly what I wanted, and you thought there being a bunch of you would change that, somehow? Sheerest vanity, verging on hubris. And we all know how hubris gets punished, right, darlings?"</p><p></p><p>"Abby, please --" says <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T6nku1m4AoTFobOO1GNbJpO2p3khEMtG/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">her older brother</a>, managing to push himself up from the all-consuming sorrow she's made him feel.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, you are the worst of them, Earl. I mean, I know you've shot people from ambush with that stupid bow of yours, and that would really have ruined my day if you'd done that to me. But oh no, it's vital that you confront 'the bad guy', face to face. And here we are, and here you'll stay. All of you have gotten ideas that are <em>way</em> above your stations in life." She concentrates, momentarily, and the man who's called Robin Hood collapses beneath the weight of his grief once more.</p><p></p><p>But as he does so, something like sanity momentarily emerges from the fury that has consumed Patricia Mason, aka the Red Archer. Not enough to let her stand up and challenge her tormentor, but enough for her to speak a few words. "Why --"</p><p></p><p>"See, this is what I'm talking about. Art does not get to interrogate the artist, and that's what all of you are, in the end -- just raw materials for me to create something interesting. But putting you all back down like this has put me in a good mood, for once, so I'll tell you why I did so many awful things to you, personally, baby sis." Abigail takes a deep breath. "<em>You breathed <strong>my</strong> air.</em>"</p><p></p><p>Stunned by the petty cruelty, as much as by the anger that's far beyond her control, Patricia just stares.</p><p></p><p>"Well, now that we've got that all cleared up, I think I'll be leaving," Abigail says. "I finished my business here earlier today, and now I'm heading to Europe, where I'm going to contact some people who'll help me to finish destroying you, and all your friends, and, oh, I guess the entire superheroic community. This whole 'justice society' that the Institute started has gone on far too long, so we're going to tear it apart and --" For just a second, as she speaks, Abigail wonders if maybe their hubris has infected her, and considers that explaining her plans like this is a symptom. But then she reminds herself to remember her own place, high above them, and opens her mouth to continue.</p><p></p><p>That's when someone slams a rabbit punch into the back of her head that drops her to the ground, momentarily senseless and unable to continue projecting the emotions she has been. And Patricia surges up out of her fury to send a single arrow streaking in the direction of her right breast, hitting with a hiss.</p><p></p><p>"Ibuki?" gasps <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D-HtYIpiCwqlspBbnV0hd8njb6YZKyKI/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Maid Marian</a> as she also starts to come around from the frenzied lust that she'd been made to feel.</p><p></p><p>"Hi," says the German-Japanese girl, looking rather irate. "I'd say that I hope you're having a better day that I have, but it hasn't been much better, even if I got kidnapped <em>twice</em>."</p><p></p><p>"It's about to get worse," says Abigail, yanking the arrow out of her breast and speaking in a sing-song voice. And then she screams.</p><p></p><p>"Uh ... was that supposed to hurt?" asks Ibuki, stepping back and into a fighting stance.</p><p></p><p>"What -- what --" Abigail looks down at the arrow in her hand, and notes the syringe attached to its point for the first time. "What did you <em>do</em>?" she demands of her sister.</p><p></p><p>"Neurotoxin," Patricia says, coming to her feet. "It doesn't actually stop you from using psychics on people, but it will make doing so <em>hurt.</em>" She smiles, grimly yet triumphantly. "And you don't handle pain all that well, do you? The guy who makes my arrows put a lot of thought into this one. I'd tell you who that is, but I'm still not sure."</p><p></p><p>"I might have an inkling," says Lonnie, emerging from the lassitude that had engulfed him.</p><p></p><p>"And now I think it's my turn," says Leah Blade, likewise emerging from artificial amusement to authentic anger.</p><p></p><p>"No, please, don't kill me," Abigail says, all bravado gone.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, don't be silly," says the second Songbird, smiling brilliantly. "I don't kill people. I just beat the hell out of them and dump them in front of a police station. I'm not sure where we'll find a police station in this burg, but phase one seems doable." And with that she starts punching down.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Davies, post: 8418318, member: 30538"] [b]Interlude[/b] "You know, the most absurd thing about all of this is that you actually thought [i]numbers[/i] were going to make things go your way this time," says [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iRcZGjjQGo7kmZ8-StDTPtfhJ01BVdQH/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Abigail Mason[/url], staring across the dimly-lit public park (complete with statue of Thunder Dragon) at her assembled enemies, all collapsed on the grass and pavement. "Every time I've crossed any of your paths individually, I've made you do exactly what I wanted, and you thought there being a bunch of you would change that, somehow? Sheerest vanity, verging on hubris. And we all know how hubris gets punished, right, darlings?" "Abby, please --" says [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T6nku1m4AoTFobOO1GNbJpO2p3khEMtG/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]her older brother[/url], managing to push himself up from the all-consuming sorrow she's made him feel. "Oh, you are the worst of them, Earl. I mean, I know you've shot people from ambush with that stupid bow of yours, and that would really have ruined my day if you'd done that to me. But oh no, it's vital that you confront 'the bad guy', face to face. And here we are, and here you'll stay. All of you have gotten ideas that are [i]way[/i] above your stations in life." She concentrates, momentarily, and the man who's called Robin Hood collapses beneath the weight of his grief once more. But as he does so, something like sanity momentarily emerges from the fury that has consumed Patricia Mason, aka the Red Archer. Not enough to let her stand up and challenge her tormentor, but enough for her to speak a few words. "Why --" "See, this is what I'm talking about. Art does not get to interrogate the artist, and that's what all of you are, in the end -- just raw materials for me to create something interesting. But putting you all back down like this has put me in a good mood, for once, so I'll tell you why I did so many awful things to you, personally, baby sis." Abigail takes a deep breath. "[i]You breathed [b]my[/b] air.[/i]" Stunned by the petty cruelty, as much as by the anger that's far beyond her control, Patricia just stares. "Well, now that we've got that all cleared up, I think I'll be leaving," Abigail says. "I finished my business here earlier today, and now I'm heading to Europe, where I'm going to contact some people who'll help me to finish destroying you, and all your friends, and, oh, I guess the entire superheroic community. This whole 'justice society' that the Institute started has gone on far too long, so we're going to tear it apart and --" For just a second, as she speaks, Abigail wonders if maybe their hubris has infected her, and considers that explaining her plans like this is a symptom. But then she reminds herself to remember her own place, high above them, and opens her mouth to continue. That's when someone slams a rabbit punch into the back of her head that drops her to the ground, momentarily senseless and unable to continue projecting the emotions she has been. And Patricia surges up out of her fury to send a single arrow streaking in the direction of her right breast, hitting with a hiss. "Ibuki?" gasps [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D-HtYIpiCwqlspBbnV0hd8njb6YZKyKI/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Maid Marian[/url] as she also starts to come around from the frenzied lust that she'd been made to feel. "Hi," says the German-Japanese girl, looking rather irate. "I'd say that I hope you're having a better day that I have, but it hasn't been much better, even if I got kidnapped [i]twice[/i]." "It's about to get worse," says Abigail, yanking the arrow out of her breast and speaking in a sing-song voice. And then she screams. "Uh ... was that supposed to hurt?" asks Ibuki, stepping back and into a fighting stance. "What -- what --" Abigail looks down at the arrow in her hand, and notes the syringe attached to its point for the first time. "What did you [i]do[/i]?" she demands of her sister. "Neurotoxin," Patricia says, coming to her feet. "It doesn't actually stop you from using psychics on people, but it will make doing so [i]hurt.[/i]" She smiles, grimly yet triumphantly. "And you don't handle pain all that well, do you? The guy who makes my arrows put a lot of thought into this one. I'd tell you who that is, but I'm still not sure." "I might have an inkling," says Lonnie, emerging from the lassitude that had engulfed him. "And now I think it's my turn," says Leah Blade, likewise emerging from artificial amusement to authentic anger. "No, please, don't kill me," Abigail says, all bravado gone. "Oh, don't be silly," says the second Songbird, smiling brilliantly. "I don't kill people. I just beat the hell out of them and dump them in front of a police station. I'm not sure where we'll find a police station in this burg, but phase one seems doable." And with that she starts punching down. [/QUOTE]
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