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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2011 20:37:02 GMT -5
"Because when faced with Dr. Manhattan-"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Mar 16, 2011 21:56:46 GMT -5
The eerie sound effect that highlighted Jon's arrival was heard, and a temperature-less wind swept through the great hall. Somehow Jon, with the markings about his eyes, looked more like a man to command the souls of dead Egyptians than Adrian did. If he could even be called a man.
"Adrian," he intoned. It would have been a casual greeting from anyone else, but it seemed as though Jon did not see it as an acknowledgment; it was almost as though now that the name had been spoken by Jon's lips it had been inscribed into some secret guestlist for either heaven or hell where it would be kept for safekeeping.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2011 21:58:52 GMT -5
"Speak of the devil."
Adrian gently patted Adrien on the back one last time and approached Jon.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 16, 2011 22:15:13 GMT -5
Adrien tried to hold onto his arm needily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2011 22:18:35 GMT -5
Adrian glanced back at him.
"Just a moment."
He spread his arms and actually smiled as he approached Manhattan.
"Jon..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 16, 2011 22:22:41 GMT -5
Adrien looked slightly googly eyed at the image of Adrian spreading his arms, one of which ended in the bloody knot of his own cape, to Jon as though Jon were an old friend. The feeling that Adrian had snapped was bad enough, but he felt positively faint with this combined with the realization that Adrien had thrown his lot in with him permanently.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Mar 16, 2011 22:24:44 GMT -5
Jon's reaction to this sign of human friendliness was not even a tilt of the head. He emanated blue light and the complete lack of response, understanding, or the care to understand equally.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 16, 2011 22:30:33 GMT -5
Dan seethed.
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Post by Rorschach on Mar 16, 2011 22:36:35 GMT -5
For once, it was Rorschach holding Dan back.
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Post by Megan on Mar 16, 2011 22:39:09 GMT -5
Megan's eyes had now widened like a spooked animal's. She didn't move.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2011 22:40:53 GMT -5
Adrian's face became a bit more solemn the closer he got to Jon.
"Well?"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Mar 16, 2011 22:44:42 GMT -5
"It is done," and the voice was more echo than ever; in fact it seemed not to come from Jon. Laurel was having a startling effect on him. "It is all as you asked. As long as they believe me to exist, they will not desire to tempt me. My success is yours."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 16, 2011 22:47:56 GMT -5
Trying to wretch out of Rorschach's grip Dan wanted so badly to charge at Jon, he knew damn well however, the good doctor could explode him with a wave of his hand, he didn't have a chance.
So instead he proceeded to scream "How could you!? God damn you Jon, how could you!?"
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Post by Megan on Mar 16, 2011 22:53:26 GMT -5
Megan finally emitted a choked sob.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Mar 16, 2011 22:54:20 GMT -5
Jon appeared both to look right through him and to look directly at him, turning his head in a disturbingly casual and human-like way to turn his attention on Dan.
"The Soviet Union and the United States were on the brink of a war that would have eliminated all life as we know it," said Jon. "Was that not why you came here tonight? To prevent that earth-shattering tragedy? It is prevented already. Are you not pleased? Already they are broadcasting their intentions for peace. They have not wanted peace in all these years. Now they are eager for it."
He looked about. "Does this make you happy?"
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