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[andyougoleft]

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     [Well.  Slevin said he was going to chuck this thing overboard, and one can be certain it will be happening after this flood is over, but by this point in the flood odd behavior isn't out of place.  What might be out of place is a 6'4" normally standoffish young American assassin suddenly wandering around in a red and tan spandex superhero suit and mask, a rather lewd emblem on its chest, and speaking in a British accent when he flips on the feed to address the network.

    That's right.  The Revenge Boner is on duty.  This is absolutely being deleted after the flood is over.]

     Why doesn't there ever seem to be any fucking balance in this place?  Isn't that kind of what it's about, balancing karma and shitty deeds and every other goddamn thing under the sun, but the Admiral can't fucking figure out how to drive this shitbird?  It's always pantswetting, actually legitimately torturous terror or absolutely fucking harmless.

     [And now he's yelling at the ceiling.  Oh good.]

     How about some goddamn moderation!


     [ Valentines ]

     To Chris: You are one tenacious little douchebag.  That, at least, I can respect.    - H.M.

     To Mindy: You've got fire.  Learn to put a cork in it and you'll have one hell of a molotov.   - S.K.

     To Kylar: Thanks for the assist.  I owe you.   - S.K.

     To Francis:  We don't know each other yet, but something tells me I might want to eventually.   - S.K.

     To Cassel: Thanks for trying to keep the gun out of my hands.  I'm sorry it was inevitable.  - H.M.

      To Kara: I hope you're as right as you think you are about being bulletproof.  I really do.  - S.K.

Comments

[robinwishes]

Are... you okay, Slev?

[ Concerned, more compassionate, tweed-wearing Mindy is a thing. ]

[andyougoleft]

Are any of us fucking okay?

{Heeeee's... shockingly calm for whatever is coming out of his mouth.]

[robinwishes]

Some days are better than others, aren't they?

[mistconduct]

Oh. My. God.

[andyougoleft]

What?!

[mistconduct]

You look amazing!

[patheticvillain]

. . . Nice mouth.

[andyougoleft]

You too, sugarlips.

[patheticvillain]

Sugarlips.

[spam]

[fridgetothefire]

[Guess who is on the ceiling. With bright reflective eyes, staring at him silently.]

[spam]

[andyougoleft]

[There's something strange about this.

Hold on, he'll get it.

There it is.]

What?

[spam]

[fridgetothefire]

Maybe we learn to practice our own moderation, because it is not provided.

[fire_punk]

[Kevin's just going to gape a bit before he says anything.]

What the fuck, Slevin?

[andyougoleft]

What what the fuck?

[He's not actually putting his hands on his hips. It wouldn't look out of place, though.]

[fire_punk]

What the hell are you wearing?

video;

[notdreaming]

Hmm. Don't take this the wrong way, Slevin, but you look terrible in spandex.

video;

[andyougoleft]

[He knows, okay. Normally he knows.]

I look magnificent in spandex.

[Just not right now.]

video;

[notdreaming]

You look like you're wearing a full-body condom.

[ She knows what those are! ]

[pvtparts]

Interesting choice.

[andyougoleft]

I'm fucking fascinating.

[pvtparts]

Clearly. I don't believe emblems like what you've got would come without qualifications like that.

[mightthinkthat]

You're 'S.K.', are you?

[andyougoleft]

Now that Selina Kyle's gone, I guess so.

[this_corrosion]

Oh my God. What is that, what are you wearing?

[andyougoleft]

It's a costume, you barbarian.

What's that on your face?