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a1enzoThe 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: 2007-07-13 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.