Warhead On Legs

Title: Deja Vu
Fandom: Push/The A-Team (movie)
Characters: Cassie/Murdock
Word Count: 3,088
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cassie runs into an old acquaintance, literally. And then some. Written because gusthemoose is a horrible, horrible enabler.



The worst part about this, she decided, was that Watching was a passive power. The most she could do was shoot someone. Nick had helped her figure out a way to use her visions so that she got a few pieces of information from them, pieces that would help her make general decisions but nothing specific, and then winging it the rest of the way so the Watchers wouldn't find her. And they hadn't. It was the Sniffers and one Division snitch who'd sold her out this time.

Cassie had, at least, gotten the language right on the signs behind her. She thought. It was German and French, which meant that she was now tear-assing her way through Vienna trying to get to somewhere safe without making any decisions on where that was and dammit, this shit was hard!

She had to leave a message for Nick so he'd know she was okay at some point. But she had no idea how she was going to do that, so that was all right to think about. Maybe.

She didn't trust, well, okay, she didn't trust most kinds of people with powers, because you never knew who was working for Division and most kinds of powers could hurt you. A Stitch could heal you, yeah, but she could also tear you apart. A Shifter could make you think the ground was solid when it wasn't, and Movers and Bleeders and Pushers.

Yeah. The less said about Pushers, the better.

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Sharlto Copley is my new crush. Screw Liam Neeson (who I've already drooled over) and Bradley Cooper (who I'm kind of enamored of now and randomly encountered last night on The Midnight Meat Train), Sharlto Copley was the best Murdock since Dwight Schultz. I want one for my room.

Although, yeah. That's another thing, we were up last night after game writing and doing other things, and the boy was flipping channels and landed on SyFy. Which had some strange blue-tinted film on involving a subway, so I clicked on the channel guide to see what it was. And the first thing I see is "The Midnight Meat Train (2008) Bradley Cooper..." and some other names, and I bust up laughing. I hadn't seen him on the screen at that point, all we knew was that it involved a train, Vinnie Jones doing his Vinnie Jones thing (hurting people), and lots of blue. And the only thing I knew Bradley Cooper from was A-Team. Which is still one of the only things I know him from, although now I also know him as the poor bastard from that Clive Barker film. Oh, and the boy reminds me that it had space aliens, although I think they were eldritch abominations.

Anyway. It was actually very well put together, well done. Vinnie Jones and Bradley Cooper both turned out good performances, along with that other chick whose name I don't remember. The reporter Everhart from Iron Man 1&2. It was a little terrifying and very much head-tiltingly WTF, which I've come to expect from Clive Barker. Stephen King will give you ordinary things and then turn them around back to front so that you see the seamy, terrifying underbelly. Clive Barker just presents you with something terrifying, ordinary enough that you can relate to it, and out of the ordinary enough that your mind can't entirely cope with it and so the sense of surreal does as much damage to your peace of mind as the outright horror.

Stephen King gives you a lamp monster. Clive Barker gives you the demon-infested pulsating goop-lamp from hell with a chestburster egg for a lightbulb.

I'm trying to remember what else I needed to do, apart from answer the one question that was asked on my last post. But I have not the mental capacity to make words order properly, so that will come tomorrow.

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Starting off slowly. Again. As much to get back into the mindset where I can do languages in routine as to get back into the mindset where I can do Japanese. Oi.

On the plus side, I got a fairly sizable chunk of Barton Hall organized and plotted out, and some editing done on Long Road. Not as much as maybe I should have, but it's a Monday, and those are always a little weirdly busy at work.

Watching The A-Team some more as soon as I get home. Oh my god do I want this series. I want it for Christmas. True to my goal, I'm putting aside any money I really want to spend on frivolities on Dragon*Con if it looks like I'm really going to spend it, so probably the money for the DVDs will go there too, but damn. I want. So much. Grabby hands. I love it, both the movie, which wasn't nearly as cringe-y as I feared it would be, and the TV-show. Want so much.

Yeah, tomorrow looks like a much slower UPS day, so hopefully it'll be a slower day all around and I'll get some more editing done. Right now, dashing off to go shoe shopping till my soles are more hole than sole. And sheet shopping, so we don't keep peeling the fitted sheet off the bed every time we so much as twitch. Seriously, that's just ridiculous.