Monday: Stepping up to the Plate
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comment_ficHello Monday. It sucks to see you too... Sorry about the delayed pinch hit, here, I only just woke up and found out there was a problem! (I keep very odd hours, personally. Always try ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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So for our pinch hit theme... we'll try Pinch Hitting on for size. One character has to step into another character's role (or pretend to be that character, etc) because the second character isn't there. Maybe he's sick, or maybe she's away on vacation. Maybe the first character is the only person in to the office that day, so to speak, and has to pretend to be everybody. A few dopplegangers wouldn't go amiss either. ;) Any fandom and characters will work today.
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cyphersushi first, then ravensword, then me.)So for our pinch hit theme... we'll try Pinch Hitting on for size. One character has to step into another character's role (or pretend to be that character, etc) because the second character isn't there. Maybe he's sick, or maybe she's away on vacation. Maybe the first character is the only person in to the office that day, so to speak, and has to pretend to be everybody. A few dopplegangers wouldn't go amiss either. ;) Any fandom and characters will work today.
Please remember to follow our usual rules!
ø No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
ø No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
ø Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Leverage, Hardison, can't be the mastermind, hacker, and thief all at once!And don't forget to show our smaller fandoms some love, ok?
X-Men: First Class/Wanted, Charles, Xavier makes kind of an odd substitute for Wesley, but somehow he makes it through mostly intact
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:55 pm (UTC)Untitled Fake Forger Fic 1/2
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It isn't hard to know how to hit the marks, how to place himself in the line of sight for the client and move his body just so. Nor is it hard to anticipate the language Mr. Eames uses instead of himself, Arthur.
The hardest part is fighting his natural inclinations to do the complete opposite.
Oh, Mr. Eames is polite, but in a way that only exist when you first meet him. Then he gauges you and adjusts his personality accordingly. He never lies. Doesn’t cover up who he his, merely lets facets show when he knows what kind of person you are and how you would react to him.
That’s Mr. Eames as Mr. Eames.
Arthur knows he can waltz through the steps with a fabricated ease. Only someone who knows both would comprehend a difference.
But Arthur struggles with Mr. Eames being someone else, which is what the client asked for, what the client just so happened to kidnap him for, their Intel pointing to him, Arthur, being Mr. Eames, an incredibly talented Forger.
Right before the blindfold comes off, and just after he’s called Mr. Eames, Arthur has a moment of pride knowing he would have never made a mistake as terrible as they made now.
The blindfold comes off and he looks his “clients” in the eyes.
“You come highly recommended in the Industry.” They say, “Mr. Eames, we would like to see for ourselves your skill, but unfortunately this is a delicate matter which requires discretion.”
Arthur sets his shoulders, feeling the bindings rub against his wrists.
“Naturally,” Arthur says, inciting a crisps approximation of Eames’ accent. He even throws in a sliver of a smirk.
Their interpretation of discretion is kidnapping those they need before they can say no.
“We require you to find information for us in a swift manner.”
“Swift enough to call for kidnapping, I imagine your situation is quite dire.” Mr. Eames supplies from Arthur’s mouth.
“They said he was smooth.”
“I’m much better without the restraints.”
He gets a chuckle from that, Arthur notes. He much rather tell them how he can disjoint his thumbs and slip the binds and have them all on the floor before anyone could raise their guns. Mr. Eames would not do that, however, much too tactical.
Here he needs to be diplomatic, play the part and get out without doing too much fighting. This is a game of words.
“We need you to work your magic on sleeping beauty in the next room.”
Arthur almost shakes his head at how little these people seem to think ahead, and wonders how they even managed to wrap their claws around him. Oh right, tranquilizer darts, the great leveler of men.
“What I do isn’t magic, my dear, I can’t pull things out of thin air,” Arthur coughs through his dry throat, “I can very well see this requires discretion, but I can’t do anything of value with ‘work your magic’ and ‘sleeping beauty’. I do hope you know that.” He holds back a wince knowing he went too sharp at the end, pulling back his Eames and letting himself have a go at them. They don’t seem to notice.
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Date: 2011-09-05 08:02 pm (UTC)Fill (Soft R for nudity)
Date: 2012-06-17 08:35 pm (UTC)She had not expected him home so early, but she should have known by now that Charles Xavier was anything but predictable. He was also the kindest, most generous man she had ever known, giving her a home here in the States and a chance to use her powers not just to help her people in Africa but to help the world. They had already saved the world more times than Ororo would have ever thought possible from herself, and yet he asked so little of her. Indeed, not going out naked was one of the few requests he had made, and she was ashamed to recognize her failure in keeping even that simple promise to the man who had done so much for her and her kind.
She was in such a rush, as she flew, that she forgot to pause to pick up her cape and didn't realize that she was no longer the only one up until she zoomed into the mansion and almost collided with the surly man from Canada. "Wolverine!"
"Yeah, babe, that's my name." Logan grinned and popped open another can of beer with his claws. Unlike Ororo, who had simply awakened before any one else, Wolverine had never been to bed the night before. He had been out picking fights, solving fights for others, and bar crawling and had arrived home mere minutes before he started hearing Charles' car make its way up the lane.
Ororo's big, blue eyes zipped between Logan's big, wide, and thoroughly appreciative grin and the front door opening. "You . . . You must not breathe a word -- " she started, but Logan's grin only grew larger.
"Don't worry, darlin'. Yer little secret's safe with me. I'm not about to help the old man keep you contained when I've been appreciatin' th' view every time yer've gone out."
"You . . . " Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning chased through the early morning sky. "You've seen me?!"
Logan's flashed his fangs; he was enjoying this moment and far too amused for Ororo's liking. Heat crawled up her dark and lovely body. "I'm seein' ya right now, babe, an' if ya don't get movin', th' old man's gonna see ya too."
Ororo made a clear, but wordless, sound of indignation. The door to the kitchen started to open. Her eyes turned to it while Logan's stayed feasting upon her body. She screeched again and rushed to her attic, mentally kicking herself for failing to leave a window open the night before. It was a long time before Ororo set foot naked outside again, but when she finally did, Logan was still there, waiting, ready, and enjoying every moment of her wild and beautiful freedom.
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