Had the pair been just a few steps to the right, or lingered for a moment longer in that exact spot, the poisoned arrow that shot across the narrow hallway and lodged itself in the door casing, swaying back and forth, would have more than likely found a meaty home in Snake’s shoulder.
Its source was immediately obvious: the slightly-ajar door on the other side of the hall; the distinct sounds of a violent struggle, cursing, and psychotic giggles of sadistic delight.
“Get that fucking crossbow away from him, and hold his head so he can’t bite me again!”
“I’m trying, he’s too quick.”
Like a bad omen, several large hornets took the next loud crash as a sign it was time to leave, and took off down the hallway just as quickly as their wings could carry them, showing little interest in Voyevoda, Snake, or anything else besides getting out the main doorway with all of their legs and antennas still attached.
Just about the time it was determined, through nervous, confused glances, that one of the two should investigate the disturbance, something spilled from the open doorway and out into the hall -- a writhing ball of standard issue drab sheets on the wooden floor, and a certain cosmonaut struggling simultaneously to unwrap whatever creature was tangled in the bedding, and keep from falling over.
“You’ve been sleeping all day!” The Fury declared, finally finding a corner of the sheets and pulling. “It’s time you got up and did something useful!”
“I already did something! I had three breakfasts and even found the spare time for a nap.” The writhing form protested, “that should count for something!”
With one final, sharp yank, The Fury unraveled the remainder of the blanket cocoon, and the Fear spilled out onto the cold floor, flailing, shrieking, naked.
“Help me carry him to the door.” The Fury ordered of the Pain, lingering in the doorway, “we’ll toss him out into the snow and leave him there. Maybe then he’ll wake up.”
It wasn’t until they had mostly secured the struggling spider soldier that they noticed the Boss and her pupil watching from the other end of the hall -- an observation which made both of them drop the Fear, who only growled to himself and took the opportunity to scuttle back into his quarters and lock the door.
The silence that followed was deafening, until the Fury couldn’t take it any more, and pulled off his helmet to address them. “Joy! Apathy! It’s good to see you’re awake! Good morning.” Blessed insanity; the cosmonaut was eternally unaware of proper social conduct.
The Pain only smirked behind his balaclava, a generally gruesome gesture, but all in good nature. The hornet charmer wasn’t prepared to kidnap either of the two soldiers and dump them into the snow bank outside; it was a damn good thing they were awake. “Sorry about the arrow, Boss.”
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Date: 2006-10-19 07:46 pm (UTC)Its source was immediately obvious: the slightly-ajar door on the other side of the hall; the distinct sounds of a violent struggle, cursing, and psychotic giggles of sadistic delight.
“Get that fucking crossbow away from him, and hold his head so he can’t bite me again!”
“I’m trying, he’s too quick.”
Like a bad omen, several large hornets took the next loud crash as a sign it was time to leave, and took off down the hallway just as quickly as their wings could carry them, showing little interest in Voyevoda, Snake, or anything else besides getting out the main doorway with all of their legs and antennas still attached.
Just about the time it was determined, through nervous, confused glances, that one of the two should investigate the disturbance, something spilled from the open doorway and out into the hall -- a writhing ball of standard issue drab sheets on the wooden floor, and a certain cosmonaut struggling simultaneously to unwrap whatever creature was tangled in the bedding, and keep from falling over.
“You’ve been sleeping all day!” The Fury declared, finally finding a corner of the sheets and pulling. “It’s time you got up and did something useful!”
“I already did something! I had three breakfasts and even found the spare time for a nap.” The writhing form protested, “that should count for something!”
With one final, sharp yank, The Fury unraveled the remainder of the blanket cocoon, and the Fear spilled out onto the cold floor, flailing, shrieking, naked.
“Help me carry him to the door.” The Fury ordered of the Pain, lingering in the doorway, “we’ll toss him out into the snow and leave him there. Maybe then he’ll wake up.”
It wasn’t until they had mostly secured the struggling spider soldier that they noticed the Boss and her pupil watching from the other end of the hall -- an observation which made both of them drop the Fear, who only growled to himself and took the opportunity to scuttle back into his quarters and lock the door.
The silence that followed was deafening, until the Fury couldn’t take it any more, and pulled off his helmet to address them. “Joy! Apathy! It’s good to see you’re awake! Good morning.” Blessed insanity; the cosmonaut was eternally unaware of proper social conduct.
The Pain only smirked behind his balaclava, a generally gruesome gesture, but all in good nature. The hornet charmer wasn’t prepared to kidnap either of the two soldiers and dump them into the snow bank outside; it was a damn good thing they were awake. “Sorry about the arrow, Boss.”