The Matrices' upstairs hall closet creaks slowly open, and Enzo pokes his head out. Seeing the coast to be clear, he opens it fully and emerges, looking around with mounting distress. The walls, the floor, the furniture are all patched with pulsing green light-veins.
He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.
He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.
Re: Grand Theft Icon
Date: 2007-07-12 02:56 pm (UTC)Re: Grand Theft Icon
Date: 2007-07-12 03:02 pm (UTC)Re: Grand Theft Icon
Date: 2007-07-12 10:49 pm (UTC)They zoomed in right through the wall of Enzo's house into his room, and Danny made them both go solid and visible as he set Enzo down.
"Enzo, close the door after you so time stops here. I'm going to start heading back. It'll only give me a few seconds head start before everyone comes through with the time freezy thing the bar does, but every second counts."
Bob had looked in very, very bad shape. As in, every second--or rather nanosecond counted.
He floated up, about to zoom back off.
Re: Grand Theft Icon
Date: 2007-07-13 12:26 am (UTC)Now that he's visible, Danny looks in pretty bad shape, too. Enzo hadn't realized how much extended use of powers might wear out even a stable superhero, but after flying around invisible with a passenger, plus phasing through assorted walls and things, Danny is clearly tired.
"No!" yelps Enzo, and jumps to grab Danny by the ankle.
Re: Grand Theft Icon
Date: 2007-07-13 05:22 am (UTC)He tried to phase his foot free...and found that he couldn't.
Which was about when he understood that that Enzo had realized something he hadn't quite realized--how tired he was.
Making a very frustrated, "Man-I-Just-Wanna-Go-Kick-Butt-Noise," he was able to yank his foot free, but he grabbed Enzo's arm and yanked through the open doorway in the closet, into the bar.