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INT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.

Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.

Date: 2006-12-05 08:27 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (blue lit)
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A group of passing pedestrians breaks into spontaneous applause at that, as their taxi pulls away from the curb.

Sometime in the past few ... minutes? hours? ... it's started to rain.

Date: 2006-12-14 03:34 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 1)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"Never get there in time if we walk."

Andrew's got a heavy leatherbound book out, and is leafing through it with an intent expression.

Date: 2006-12-14 04:12 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)
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"I know, but this is it. Sorry."

He glances up from the book. "Look, we've got the Really Big Sword and the Boots of Buttkicking, and if we can just collect the Spear-and-Magic-Helmet by the time we get there, we'll be golden."

Date: 2006-12-14 05:12 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (red lit)
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"Should be. And ... here we are."

The cab has pulled up outside of Tiffany's. Two heavily armed trolls guard the entrance.

Date: 2006-12-19 04:52 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 1)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Andrew plucks the rubber chicken out of his hand, and replaces it with the Really Big Sword.

"Save that for later," he directs.

Date: 2006-12-20 08:44 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (look!)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
The trolls start lumbering towards him, raising their battleaxes.

From the other side of the cab, Andrew yells something. It sounds like it might be nickel. Or necktie.

Date: 2006-12-21 04:28 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (intense)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
The cab shakes underfoot as Andrew climbs up next to him, brandishing a trash can lid by way of a shield and a glowing white baseball bat, and looking very determined.

"Let's do this thing."

Date: 2006-12-21 04:48 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (d20s)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"Could you be a little more specifi -- oh."

Andrew charges the troll on the left.

And the battle is joined!

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