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smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 08:37 pm
smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 08:37 pm
Donighal
The bolt flies true, and there is one final cry. It echoes, lingering weirdly in the air...
... but then again the gunship itself is lingering in the air, even as the light drains from everything else around. As the once-beast shimmers into translucence a thin line of light draws a doorway in mid-blackness, giving way to a door, and then to a figure.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Donighal," says the pale, gaunt, grey-suited man whose face Donighal might well remember. "I mussst admit, I wasn't expecting you here. You do have a knack for wreaking havoc, don't you?"
He glances over his shoulder briefly at the fading gunship.
"Then again... who better?"
... but then again the gunship itself is lingering in the air, even as the light drains from everything else around. As the once-beast shimmers into translucence a thin line of light draws a doorway in mid-blackness, giving way to a door, and then to a figure.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Donighal," says the pale, gaunt, grey-suited man whose face Donighal might well remember. "I mussst admit, I wasn't expecting you here. You do have a knack for wreaking havoc, don't you?"
He glances over his shoulder briefly at the fading gunship.
"Then again... who better?"