MIRROR PREFECT RIDES

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[Video in motion! Prefect is roaming the halls as he makes this post, filming the corridors ahead of him as he paces through them. His voice is breathless and happy, excited.]

Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!

[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]

Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!

[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?

[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]

So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?

[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]

And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!

[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]

Comments

spaaaaaaaaam.

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[It's pretty much to be expected that Rinzler is waiting to intercept a hunting Warden before they can find more innocent prey. He'd done it before and would do it again, damn the consequences it bought him from his own Warden.

This time he's wedged himself up in a corner of the corridor, no more than a shadow in the shadows, waiting to drop on Prefect like a hungry spider once the man gets close enough. That's right, stay engrossed in the filming.

"And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!"

Rinzler leaps.]

spaaaaaaaaam.

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[Prefect had made the classic adventurers error of failing to look up, so he didn't even have an instant to brace himself before the program struck him. He dropped the communicator, and swung one arms around wildly, trying to catch whatever had just beset him with at least a glancing blow of metal before he was overcome!]

spaaaaaaaaam.

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[On the other side of the multiversal sheaf, where Rinzler didn't have a habit of jumping on random Wardens and Prefect went clean-shaven, the Program would be cobra-swift and able to dodge the wild flailing. That Rinzler didn't have a Warden trashing his disc on a regular basis, however.

On this Barge, Prefect smacks him solidly across the helmet, drawing a shower of red sparks and provoking a digitized snarl. Rinzler forgoes any pretext of grace, going for Prefect's neck with both hands while trying to jam a knee anywhere convenient--solar plexus, back, groin.]

spaaaaaaaaam.

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[And Prefect is grinning, from ear to ear, in what's as much just a baring of his teeth as it is anything else. The screwdriver drops from his hand as his wrist jars from the collision between it and the inmate's helmet, and Prefect mirrors the other man's motion, reaching for Rinzler's neck with both hands as well, rather than bothering to protect his own.

The knee strikes home, slamming into his solar plexus and forcing Prefect to gasp for air, but he doesn't drop from his new found task. He wants to see if you've got a face for him to claw at under that helmet, Rinzler.]

spaaaaaaaaam.

[ifightfor]

[Ffffff--Rinzler could protect his face but what's the use in that, though his constant growl gets louder as Prefect's hands close around his throat, clutching at the collar that rings it and provides some protection against choking.

The helmet release shouldn't be too hard to find with a little groping, a tiny stud just above the bright markings on his chest. Springing it unfurls that shiny black mask like a flower, revealing a red-eyed face ravaged by code corruption and still completely devoid of emotion as the Program is totally focused on shutting Prefect down.

He jams both hands up under Prefect's chin, aiming to snap his head back. Choking off his air seems like the fastest way to go here.]

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You're clearly still yourself.

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[A little later.]

Oh, of course. You know how I hate people who can't be consistent, don't you?

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[In a small, quiet, scared voice.]

N-no horns or being old over here...

...that read as so dirty /o\

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And where is 'over here'?

[TELL HIM SO HE CAN COME STAB YOU WITH A SCREWDRIVER, DOCTOR >C]

it really did. :P

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It's over here.

Lololol, Prefect will screwdriver you some other time, Doctor :c

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Why don't you come and somewhere else then? Like, out in one of the corridors?

[Pause, then practically barked:]

Coward! It's not like I can kill you!

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

I don't care! I'm not going anywhere near you! If being a coward keeps me alive then I'm a coward!

Useless spammishness

[timesbureaucrat]

[And Narvin sighs, takes his plasma rifle off from where it hangs on the wall of his quarters, and goes looking for Perfect. Not out of any sense of altruism or need to protect the innocent, but because, evil or not, Narvin wants *order* dammit. And rampaging wardens upset order.

By the time he finds him, however, the altercation between Rinzler and Prefect will have already concluded.]

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No horns, no wrinkles, just me. Maybe we're actually supposed to have horns and wrinkles but we just...don't remember.

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Maybe. Do you feel like deep down in your heart you should be horny right now?

[CACKLE CACKLE HYENA LAUGH!]

Like a bull in a china shop, or a rhinoceros in a boudoir...

...Not that we'd need a flood for that.

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I don't understand half of what you say.

But no. We don't really need a flood for that. In fact, we'd be better with no floods at all.

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Like a hurricane in a prison.

How are you, Jane? Are you happy? Are you lonely? Are you restless? Are you bored?

[darknessb4me]

[Dispassionate:] You're a disgusting shell of a human being.

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I love you too, Arthas, and speaking of disgusting shells of human beings, how is your rehabilitation coming?

[darknessb4me]

I will not be broken. I suppose that's a foriegn concept to you people.

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No, you'll just spend the rest of eternity as someones project. Because being an inmate is definitely better than being a warden.

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What the hell?

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Barron! [Prefect's glee is so great here! It's almost like he'd forgotten he had his own personal inmate to harass!] I think you and I should embark upon a group project together! You really are under-utilizing your power!

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That's not funny, man. You took my power away, remember?

[Private]

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I don't remember. Not that my not remembering should seem all that strange to you, Comrade. Still, we have a job to do, don't we?

[AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS NOW:]

ADMIRAL, I INSIST YOU RESTORE BARRON SHARPE'S ABILITIES TO THEIR PEAK!