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17 November 2006 @ 11:54 pm
Ric sat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by lists.

"Yo, 'Star? If Jean comes back before the wedding where are we going to seat Emma? Should we just figure she won't be in any condition to come after Jean gets through with her?"
15 August 2006 @ 11:16 pm
Ric climbs the stairs like he is a dying man in a desert and there is water at the top. Like he is an exhausted, dying man in a desert, which is more or less what he feels like. Exhausted. Half-dead. Not for the first time during the past month, he is incredibly grateful to how much of an ass Cable was throughout his teen years. Otherwise, he would probably be dead several times over, including dying, right now, from exhaustion, while climbing these stairs.

He hopes 'Star is home. He hopes the bed is made. He hopes the stairs don't go on forever, like in a horrible myth or one of his nightmares. He is aware that he is rambling, inside his head. He hopes he hasn't gone insane. Or dead.

It takes a few minutes to realize that the reason why he has stopped climbing is because the stairs have, in fact, ended, like all stairs that are not in his nightmares do, and he is confronting the door to his apartment without any real remembrance of what one does with such things as doors.

Possibly you open them?

He falls against it, instead. Whoops.
16 May 2006 @ 08:22 pm
Rictor got home by staring resolutely out the passanger side window while 'Star drove, silent.

They moved about their nightly routine, not speaking, until Rictor found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for 'Star to get out of the shower, and completely at a loss as to how to proceed. All he knew was that he had just completely ruined everything.
27 April 2006 @ 12:17 am
Ric's routine when he comes home hasn't changed much, from an apartment in the X-Factor building in New York to a tent in the Cadre's base camp on Mojoworld. He comes in the door (flap), and leaves a trail of bags, weapons, shoes, socks, and eventually clothes all the way to wherever 'Star is, or, if 'Star's not home, to the bed.

Right now they're the same thing. Ric is shedding his shirt when 'Star wakes up and looks at him.
25 March 2006 @ 06:40 pm

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05 March 2006 @ 06:53 pm
Julio spreads papers out in front of him. Why did no one tell him this was difficult?

"Look. Baseline list, we have all of X-Force -- that's Terry, Tab, Sam, Jimmy, Dani... Have you kept up with 'Berto? I haven't heard anything from him since he ran off to take over the Hellfire Club, the idiot. Anyway, and Nate and Dom. We won't get away without inviting everyone from work, so, Jamie, Guido, Rahne, and Monet. And then Terry's family, so, Sean and Moira, Tom but we have to keep him away from Sean, Rahne's already taken care of... Hmm. That's the absolute minimum, I think.

But I doubt we'll be able to stop everyone else from coming, so we might as well invite them. It's not like we're paying for this... So, Ororo, cause she's promised to keep the weather nice if we let her come, and the rest of the X-Men... You realize I don't even know who's hanging around the mansion any more? Things were a lot simpler when we were fighting them. Scott, hopefully we can come up with an excuse not to invite Emma, Jeannie if she's alive by then, Dios I hope she is, Alex, that means Lorna too, crazy bitch, Hank, Bobby, Warren, it's not like we can get away without inviting Paige, and Jay if he's able to travel, Betsy's alive again, isn't she? Kitty, Piotr is definitely alive again, Kurt, Logan, Dios, Gambit and Rogue... I'm missing people here. Nick and Val and Natasha, obviously... Come on, there's got to be other people that are going to come. Weddings don't happen that often around here. Funerals are much more common. Jono. Jubilee. Is anyone else from Gen X still alive?"
22 February 2006 @ 08:18 am
Variations on a theme.

X-Force. The morality of raising children as soldiers.

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30 January 2006 @ 06:43 pm
((Ficlet. Ric this time.))

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27 January 2006 @ 06:23 pm
Rictor was sitting on the kitchen table while 'Star made dinner. It was a good spot to be in, he could lean over and kiss the back of 'Star's neck while he worked over the stove, or run his hands over his back if he was chopping things. Now he was telling 'Star about his day.

"And Madre de Dios I don't think I've ever seen anyone knee someone else in the crotch so hard, and she does this at least once a day. Although Guido says it's been worse, he only made eighteen dupes from the pain this time and once when he called Rahne Irish back on the old X-Factor she kneed him so hard he made thirty-three."

Ric pauses. Anything else interesting happen? "Rahne and Terry said Sean and Moira might actually be talking about marriage. Seriously this time." He waits for some kind of response to that.
20 January 2006 @ 07:36 pm
((Another ficlet -- this time involving both my pups. Came to me during a discussion of quantum mechanics over the lunch table, yes, I am a geek in the company of geeks.))

Cable: Huntress, I'd like you and Rictor to make sure you get all the data off the computers before we blow this place up.
Huntress: With all due respect, sir, Rictor is an idiot, sir.
Rictor: But a devilishly handsome idiot.
Huntress: A delusional idiot, sir.
Cable: I won't deny that Rictor's ego could power small countries--
Rictor: I object! My ego could power small solar systems.
Huntress: His ego is the perfect blackbody. It emmits radiation over all frequencies.
Rictor: You could use my ego to define Planck's Constant. Sir.
Cable: Just do it, you two.