Geneva - "Funny coming from you, little miss 'Alison Way'. Your father owned this complex you know, by very distant proxy. Which you just turned over to this quite contrary little bitch right here."
Parasol - "I do wanna kill the bad guy now."
Parasol and Mary - "! HEY !"
Alley - " 'My father' knew your predecessor 'you know'. I wonder if that's related."
Parasol - Suspiciously, "As did mine, 'along the way'."
Mary - "And I met him just one time ... in an alley."
Parasol - "I do wanna kill the bad guy now."
The beast sits in the center on the fountain's edge, all a more calm feeding off their bodies and waiting for more to come, the beast is eating an apple from a sack at his feet. "Well aren't you a glitch of a man."
Clyde - "Is that true ? Am I the faux pas ?"
Beast - A laugh, he tosses the core. "Can I help you ? You look lost. Or rather, you look like you think you've found something, and now you realize how lost you truly are. Just now, in that twitch of a brow."
Clyde - "Well. Truth be told I was expecting the Bela."
Beast - "Guess you got you the Boris instead."
Clyde - "Hm. Still ... I did come to do a thing." Smiles.
Clyde - "Hm. Still ... I did come to do a thing." Smiles.
The pieces of the city pass through the tunnels arm in arm, if arms are what you'd call their transient connections between, passing their parts and pieces of apartment scenery overhead like batons, a family having dinner, another watching TV as the Starfire drives with the police in tow unknown beneath them.
Clyde
rises arms crossed, as the city reforms around them, platform carrying
him, moving side to side as the beast fires and flies.
With a very
serious look on his face in his very pale suit which seems tailored for
a televangelist while newly formed city begins crashing on the beast.
One the beast burst through, another dodged by the wing and another
still swats him from the air.
Clyde
side hovers to dodge the beast's returned blasts, stupid tie flapping
in the wind under his high crossed arms and triumphant glare. He's loving this shit.
Until the beast spots how it works with the parts through the tunnels and flies with a boom beyond the sky.
Until the beast spots how it works with the parts through the tunnels and flies with a boom beyond the sky.
As
the Starfire drives, they see the other tunnel fall a distance away.
Then another closer ... top going up ... then the road ahead wrenched
away.
Alley
skids to use the flushing of air to toss the car like a Frisbee to
where she hopes the other side drifts. Spinning through before the
emergency airlock closes, she straightens the path.
The
beast descends on his wings back down to the fountain, looks around.
Clyde nowhere to be seen. A laugh, he grabs another apple from the sack
and takes a bite.