so i was wandering around my flashdrive
Jun. 18th, 2013 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
splinteredstarand found random things I forgot I wrote! Like this, which is still hilarious!
Watchmen/X-men: First Class.
Does not correspond to any known timeline, and flagrantly gives no fuck about any of them.
Rorschach doesn't really play nicely with others. Erik doesn't either. They are now in the same room.
Charles scanned over the masks, stared at Rorschach for a long moment, and then recoiled, mumbling, “Gah, his *brain*.”
That should have been the first hint.
Fifteen minutes later, Rorschach made a less-than-polite comment about Jewish wealth that made Dan wince and Erik stand up, very slowly.
Another three minutes and the two men were growling at each other, Rorschach’s mask shifting angrily and metal shifting in a hostile aura around Erik. Dan was sighing into his hands and Charles was behind Erik, attempting to calm him down carefully and utterly failing at it.
Eddie watched the metal rippling and grinned. “Twenty bucks on the German kid.”
Dan was torn between being appalled at the idea and being offended at the slight to his partner. Eddie smirked, like he knew something others didn’t. But he usually looked like that.
That was when the fist fight started.
A few minutes later, Dan blinked several times, reached into his wallet, pulled out a $20 and handed it to Eddie.
Eddie grinned and tucked it into a pocket. “Told ya.”
To be entirely fair, Rorschach hadn’t technically “lost”. He had merely seen the mass of knives, forks, and other assorted metal objects flicking around him and grumbled something about a “tactical retreat.”
It was close enough.
Watchmen/X-men: First Class.
Does not correspond to any known timeline, and flagrantly gives no fuck about any of them.
Rorschach doesn't really play nicely with others. Erik doesn't either. They are now in the same room.
Charles scanned over the masks, stared at Rorschach for a long moment, and then recoiled, mumbling, “Gah, his *brain*.”
That should have been the first hint.
Fifteen minutes later, Rorschach made a less-than-polite comment about Jewish wealth that made Dan wince and Erik stand up, very slowly.
Another three minutes and the two men were growling at each other, Rorschach’s mask shifting angrily and metal shifting in a hostile aura around Erik. Dan was sighing into his hands and Charles was behind Erik, attempting to calm him down carefully and utterly failing at it.
Eddie watched the metal rippling and grinned. “Twenty bucks on the German kid.”
Dan was torn between being appalled at the idea and being offended at the slight to his partner. Eddie smirked, like he knew something others didn’t. But he usually looked like that.
That was when the fist fight started.
A few minutes later, Dan blinked several times, reached into his wallet, pulled out a $20 and handed it to Eddie.
Eddie grinned and tucked it into a pocket. “Told ya.”
To be entirely fair, Rorschach hadn’t technically “lost”. He had merely seen the mass of knives, forks, and other assorted metal objects flicking around him and grumbled something about a “tactical retreat.”
It was close enough.
