John feels like he’s in an episode of Scooby Doo. Still, way better than the usual, harrowing, downright grim adventures they’ve been having lately. From what they’ve been investigating, it looks like this entire witch thing is just some kids. Somebody in a mask, ready to be uncovered by a band of plucky mystery solvers and a forever-hungry Great Dane, and they would have gotten away with it too.
The unfortunate and quite on-brand twist in all this is it’s activating John’s hunt instincts and he might be just pursuing these terrible criminals with a little too much enthusiasm. Coupled with his general unease and Dogtown-related trauma, plus all the other trauma, he might not be in the…best place for doing this.
“There’s one!”
John points to a ghostly, glowing figure quickly scaling a fire escape. It’s obviously a person, and they’re quite good at parkour, they way they’re flying across the grating and rooftop.
Fortunately or unfortunately, John is also good at parkour, or maybe it’s also his beastly Avatar abilities making themselves known.
“Come on!”
Hope you can keep up.
B. And You Must Ask Yourself Part A- closed to Rodney - cw: PTSD, mention of cosmic horror, death, spiders/spider swarms
John groans, rubbing the side of his face. Didn’t he just rest his eyes a moment while watching TV? Wasn’t he just on the couch?
This is very much not the couch. It’s only lucky that he’s not actually in his pajamas, and has his boots on, because this looks an awful lot like…
…Dogtown.
His spider tattoo tingles uncomfortably and he looks at it, almost expecting to see tiny spiders swarming across it. He’d been suffering from the compulsions before but they’d never been dangerous. In fact, they’d actually been mildly helpful? Like making breakfast? This…however, is new. And potentially much more dangerous than toast. (Then again, he’d been attacked by too many toasters so maybe that wasn’t the best analogy.)
“Crap.” He pats himself down-no weapons, except his now-glamoured crab claw. Which, honestly speaking, wasn’t a bad weapon, all things considered. Plus he could beast-out if he really needed to. He was probably more dangerous than half the things in here which was…slightly comforting. And slightly discomforting. But he really wished he had his P-90 right now and feels unprepared and vulnerable without it.
Wait. He’s not alone.
“Rodney?!”
C. And You Must Ask Yourself Part B
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Lt. Col. John Sheppard | Stargate: Atlantis | OTA
John feels like he’s in an episode of Scooby Doo. Still, way better than the usual, harrowing, downright grim adventures they’ve been having lately. From what they’ve been investigating, it looks like this entire witch thing is just some kids. Somebody in a mask, ready to be uncovered by a band of plucky mystery solvers and a forever-hungry Great Dane, and they would have gotten away with it too.
The unfortunate and quite on-brand twist in all this is it’s activating John’s hunt instincts and he might be just pursuing these terrible criminals with a little too much enthusiasm. Coupled with his general unease and Dogtown-related trauma, plus all the other trauma, he might not be in the…best place for doing this.
“There’s one!”
John points to a ghostly, glowing figure quickly scaling a fire escape. It’s obviously a person, and they’re quite good at parkour, they way they’re flying across the grating and rooftop.
Fortunately or unfortunately, John is also good at parkour, or maybe it’s also his beastly Avatar abilities making themselves known.
“Come on!”
Hope you can keep up.
B. And You Must Ask Yourself Part A- closed to Rodney - cw: PTSD, mention of cosmic horror, death, spiders/spider swarms
John groans, rubbing the side of his face. Didn’t he just rest his eyes a moment while watching TV? Wasn’t he just on the couch?
This is very much not the couch. It’s only lucky that he’s not actually in his pajamas, and has his boots on, because this looks an awful lot like…
…Dogtown.
His spider tattoo tingles uncomfortably and he looks at it, almost expecting to see tiny spiders swarming across it. He’d been suffering from the compulsions before but they’d never been dangerous. In fact, they’d actually been mildly helpful? Like making breakfast? This…however, is new. And potentially much more dangerous than toast. (Then again, he’d been attacked by too many toasters so maybe that wasn’t the best analogy.)
“Crap.” He pats himself down-no weapons, except his now-glamoured crab claw. Which, honestly speaking, wasn’t a bad weapon, all things considered. Plus he could beast-out if he really needed to. He was probably more dangerous than half the things in here which was…slightly comforting. And slightly discomforting. But he really wished he had his P-90 right now and feels unprepared and vulnerable without it.
Wait. He’s not alone.
“Rodney?!”
C. And You Must Ask Yourself Part B
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