-Scans the doorway with his screwdriver, then gets a hint of a smile. He opens the door a second time-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'm trying to find a way to save humanity... To be fair my superheroics haven't gone past one villain trying to do something like taking a mayor hostage, or robbing the bank. Well, there are some that seemed unstoppable, but then I use my secret weapon. Opening up an Ion channel.
"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."-Flexes his hands and makes sure he's got all his gear-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Points at the portal-
Because we're going after Mike.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The door opens to...-
-A back alley with a drunk guy asleep in it. The wind carries the sweet scent of smog and gasoline-
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away! (Prose mode, activate.)
"You're supposed to take a left up there."
"No I'm not."
"Yeah, yeah you are. Look, we need to get off at the next exit —"
"I know how to drive, get your hands outta my face, man!"
A lone car speeds down a dusty, desert road. The windows are tinted.
"Look, we go in, do the thing, find the other thing, and leave. That's it, right?"
"...Sure. Whatever you just said."
The car pulls up to an imposing looking building, and two men get out. They stroll casually through the door and walk past the front desk.
"Excuse me, sirs, you need an appoint —" BLAM
The driver of the car pumps his shotgun, ejecting the shell as alarms go off in the background. Guards begin to swarm down the stairs.
"...Well, they're gonna notice that."
"Yep."
"You ready?"
"Always."
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away! (Again)
"Sir, you're not gonna believe this! It's — it's —"
Biting back the urge to follow it up with "Monty Python's Flying Circus", the lead anthropologist on-site looked up tiredly from a bit of bone and raised an eyebrow. He found it somewhat hard to believe that anything could top yesterday's discovery — it wasn't every day you discovered a new civilisation, let alone one with a new, unique, unrecognisable language to boot. He'd spent all of last night with no sleep going over the new find, and his patience had been worn razor thin. "It's what, Jeanine?"
The young woman opened her mouth and closed it a few times, then shook her head, bewildered. "See for yourself!" she said, dropping a large chunk of stone in front of him.
The anthropologist stared.
He blinked.
He blinked again.
There, embedded in the stone, almost perfectly preserved, was...
"...You've gotta be fucking shitting me."
Deluge
-The drunk mumbles in his sleep-
Aaaand we're off!
edited 12th Dec '13 3:04:45 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-Time, no. Portal yes. Try opening it again. Also, I need to type a thing-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist