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It doesn't really matter how one gets where they are in dreams; one second you're nowhere and the next somewhere. This particular somewhere is a place Raph would know from anywhere, it's Milliways...and yet not. The overall layout is the same as it has always been; the front door, the tables and chairs, the bar. Something isn't right though, and as Raph walks into the room he becomes very acutely aware of what that something is: all of the chairs have been placed seat down on the table tops. It's almost as if The Management is trying to give the one lone patron the not-so-subtle hint that it's closing time and that while he doesn't have to go home, he can't stay here. That patron in question isn't Raph, it's the tall pale man in black seated at the bar. He's leisurely nursing his beverage, a nameless drink that Raph can't identify but something in the back of his mind believes it to be a White Russian.
"Yo, buddy. I think they want us gone."
The man says nothing. He doesn't even turn to acknowledge Raph's existence.
"Hello? You deaf or somethin'? I said they want us outta here. Looks like they're closing shop."
Out the window the universe appears to bruise. Now angry, Raph crosses the space between them at a march.
"What the fuck, man. You blowin' me off?" The moment he lays a hand on the pale stranger he knows him to be the Dark God, and that drink he's holding isn't a White Russian at all, but wine so dark it looks freshly bled.
Raph staggers back a few steps, swallows hard, and finds himself giving voice to a fear he's long held.
"This is the end, ain't it. It's the end and...she....she ain't comin' for me, is she? Ain't ever."
The man, still looking forward, sighs.
He regains his bravado.
"Yeah, well that suits me just fine. I don't need her anyway."
Now the man swirls his drink, watching as all the liquor forms legs which slowly form and ooze down their way down the inside of his glass.
"No, you know what? It ain't fine. It sucks, is what it does. I waited for her! I spent an entire year waiting for her. Just waiting for her to come and make it all stop. Oh I could have made her, but...I didn't want to have to have to seem me like that. It was bad enough I was broken as I was...as I am. I didn't need her to see me wanting to be out of my misery, even though...that's all I fucking wanted at all!"
The man holds the glass to the light now, admiring the jewel tones of the liquid.
"IT AIN'T FAIR, YOU HEAR ME? What they did to me wasn't fair! I didn't do nothing to them. I fuckin' saved them. All I do is fucking save them, people....HUMANS, time and time again. From themselves. From each other. And it still ain't enough. Still a freak no matter what I do, or what I look like, or where ever the fuck I am! Nothing ever changes! Nothing's ever right! And they ain't got no fucking right to do what they did to me! I was there to HELP them! Tie me to a table. Cut me up inside. Two years of my life they took! Two! Two I'll never get back! And for what? Because I was different!? And now this?! Stuck in your fucking dimension just because? What gave you the right to do that, huh? I ain't some pawn for you to fuckin' toy around with! What's the matter, got tired of actually playing with people who actually believe in you? Felt like you had to branch out?"
Slowly, as if completely immune to the ranting beside him, the man raises his glass to his lips and drinks.
"HEY! Don't you fuckin' ignore me! I'm right the fuck here! I'm not going anywhere! I'm staying right the fuck here! I'm staying here until I get some fucking answers!"
And with that Raph knocks the glass out of the man's hand.
Time passes slowly as the glass flies through the air and crashes down on the floor behind the bar. It's only after the last shatter of glass has come to rest that the man turns towards Raph. There's no anger in the God's face, in fact there's really no emotion at all.
Get over it.
The words aren't said so much as imprinted in Raph's mind. Actually, with the force they are received it's possible the words have been imprinted down to his very DNA.
The dark god stands and claps Raph on the shoulder....hard.
Get over her.
He passes the ex-turtle and makes his way for the door, pausing only to issue his last command once his own hand is on the doorknob.
And yourself.
The Dark God shuts off the lights and exits, making sure to close the door behind him leaving Raph alone in the dark.
Raph shudders as the dark swallows him whole, voice lost to the vacuum of time itself.
A sliver of light appears where there was once the memory of a door. The Dark God leans back through the portico.
AND CUT YOUR HAIR, HIPPIE.
It doesn't really matter how one gets where they are in dreams; one second you're nowhere and the next somewhere. This particular somewhere is a place Raph would know from anywhere, it's Milliways...and yet not. The overall layout is the same as it has always been; the front door, the tables and chairs, the bar. Something isn't right though, and as Raph walks into the room he becomes very acutely aware of what that something is: all of the chairs have been placed seat down on the table tops. It's almost as if The Management is trying to give the one lone patron the not-so-subtle hint that it's closing time and that while he doesn't have to go home, he can't stay here. That patron in question isn't Raph, it's the tall pale man in black seated at the bar. He's leisurely nursing his beverage, a nameless drink that Raph can't identify but something in the back of his mind believes it to be a White Russian.
"Yo, buddy. I think they want us gone."
The man says nothing. He doesn't even turn to acknowledge Raph's existence.
"Hello? You deaf or somethin'? I said they want us outta here. Looks like they're closing shop."
Out the window the universe appears to bruise. Now angry, Raph crosses the space between them at a march.
"What the fuck, man. You blowin' me off?" The moment he lays a hand on the pale stranger he knows him to be the Dark God, and that drink he's holding isn't a White Russian at all, but wine so dark it looks freshly bled.
Raph staggers back a few steps, swallows hard, and finds himself giving voice to a fear he's long held.
"This is the end, ain't it. It's the end and...she....she ain't comin' for me, is she? Ain't ever."
The man, still looking forward, sighs.
He regains his bravado.
"Yeah, well that suits me just fine. I don't need her anyway."
Now the man swirls his drink, watching as all the liquor forms legs which slowly form and ooze down their way down the inside of his glass.
"No, you know what? It ain't fine. It sucks, is what it does. I waited for her! I spent an entire year waiting for her. Just waiting for her to come and make it all stop. Oh I could have made her, but...I didn't want to have to have to seem me like that. It was bad enough I was broken as I was...as I am. I didn't need her to see me wanting to be out of my misery, even though...that's all I fucking wanted at all!"
The man holds the glass to the light now, admiring the jewel tones of the liquid.
"IT AIN'T FAIR, YOU HEAR ME? What they did to me wasn't fair! I didn't do nothing to them. I fuckin' saved them. All I do is fucking save them, people....HUMANS, time and time again. From themselves. From each other. And it still ain't enough. Still a freak no matter what I do, or what I look like, or where ever the fuck I am! Nothing ever changes! Nothing's ever right! And they ain't got no fucking right to do what they did to me! I was there to HELP them! Tie me to a table. Cut me up inside. Two years of my life they took! Two! Two I'll never get back! And for what? Because I was different!? And now this?! Stuck in your fucking dimension just because? What gave you the right to do that, huh? I ain't some pawn for you to fuckin' toy around with! What's the matter, got tired of actually playing with people who actually believe in you? Felt like you had to branch out?"
Slowly, as if completely immune to the ranting beside him, the man raises his glass to his lips and drinks.
"HEY! Don't you fuckin' ignore me! I'm right the fuck here! I'm not going anywhere! I'm staying right the fuck here! I'm staying here until I get some fucking answers!"
And with that Raph knocks the glass out of the man's hand.
Time passes slowly as the glass flies through the air and crashes down on the floor behind the bar. It's only after the last shatter of glass has come to rest that the man turns towards Raph. There's no anger in the God's face, in fact there's really no emotion at all.
Get over it.
The words aren't said so much as imprinted in Raph's mind. Actually, with the force they are received it's possible the words have been imprinted down to his very DNA.
The dark god stands and claps Raph on the shoulder....hard.
Get over her.
He passes the ex-turtle and makes his way for the door, pausing only to issue his last command once his own hand is on the doorknob.
And yourself.
The Dark God shuts off the lights and exits, making sure to close the door behind him leaving Raph alone in the dark.
Raph shudders as the dark swallows him whole, voice lost to the vacuum of time itself.
A sliver of light appears where there was once the memory of a door. The Dark God leans back through the portico.
AND CUT YOUR HAIR, HIPPIE.
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Date: 2008-07-21 04:37 pm (UTC)Aaaaaand yet.
(Oh, Raph.)
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Date: 2008-07-21 04:58 pm (UTC)Or...well, maybe it is, but I find it funny as hell.