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asgardmeridiem2014-02-06 12:23 pm
cryingontheinside) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-02-06 12:23 pm
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[ closed ] we know the fire awaits unbelievers all of the sinners the same.
Who: Dexter & Connor
What: two shadow guys getting their shadow on (what).
When: Day 399, 2 pm.
Where: Hel Hardware
Rating: PG
Dexter edged into the store with his hood up under his new gifted leather jacket, hoodie dampened by the rain outside. He was still not acclimating very well to the cold, but at least sudden downpours were familiar. Tropical storms were just slightly different from rain in the middle of a 40 degree day, however, and he found himself shivering as he moved through the store. He shouldn't even be in here, it wasn't as if he could use his only skill in this stupid place. Not only would he instantly be found out and -- well, that was the question, wasn't it? Dexter didn't exactly know what the justice system was like in Asgard, but that didn't mean he had any desire to discover it from the inside.
The thing that bothered dashing-though-currently-dour Dexter more than even that, however, was that the bad person he made quick and clean and beautiful work of would only spring back up with our delightful protagonist's name on his filthy lips. Soon our hero was shuddering for a whole different reason as he picked up a screwdriver idly and twirled it in his hand.
Which was precisely when he recognized a commotion from the front of the shop. A customer, in attempting to get down a toolbox from too high a shelf to reach, had brought the whole shelf down. While usually Dexter would grimace at the sound and merely walk out, what happened next was most interesting. One of the store clerks directed his hand -- was that shadow? like Dexter of the dark himself possessed -- and stopped the chaos before it could make a startling mess. There were few things he appreciated more than organization; than things put in their rightful places.
Dexter emerged from the shelf he was scouting from behind and placed his screwdriver on the counter for Connor to ring up. Not only had this boy saved the day, but he seemed to have done so without much of a thought to it at all; as if his god-given power were entirely second-nature by now. And surely, it must have been. The natives and foreign customers like himself carried on without much reaction, as if they too were used to this phenomenon.
Trying for his most human smile, Dexter's hands went back into his pockets as he waited for the total. "The force is strong with this one," he recited cheerily, eyes shifting to the shelf that had almost fallen, and then back to his cashier.
What: two shadow guys getting their shadow on (what).
When: Day 399, 2 pm.
Where: Hel Hardware
Rating: PG
Dexter edged into the store with his hood up under his new gifted leather jacket, hoodie dampened by the rain outside. He was still not acclimating very well to the cold, but at least sudden downpours were familiar. Tropical storms were just slightly different from rain in the middle of a 40 degree day, however, and he found himself shivering as he moved through the store. He shouldn't even be in here, it wasn't as if he could use his only skill in this stupid place. Not only would he instantly be found out and -- well, that was the question, wasn't it? Dexter didn't exactly know what the justice system was like in Asgard, but that didn't mean he had any desire to discover it from the inside.
The thing that bothered dashing-though-currently-dour Dexter more than even that, however, was that the bad person he made quick and clean and beautiful work of would only spring back up with our delightful protagonist's name on his filthy lips. Soon our hero was shuddering for a whole different reason as he picked up a screwdriver idly and twirled it in his hand.
Which was precisely when he recognized a commotion from the front of the shop. A customer, in attempting to get down a toolbox from too high a shelf to reach, had brought the whole shelf down. While usually Dexter would grimace at the sound and merely walk out, what happened next was most interesting. One of the store clerks directed his hand -- was that shadow? like Dexter of the dark himself possessed -- and stopped the chaos before it could make a startling mess. There were few things he appreciated more than organization; than things put in their rightful places.
Dexter emerged from the shelf he was scouting from behind and placed his screwdriver on the counter for Connor to ring up. Not only had this boy saved the day, but he seemed to have done so without much of a thought to it at all; as if his god-given power were entirely second-nature by now. And surely, it must have been. The natives and foreign customers like himself carried on without much reaction, as if they too were used to this phenomenon.
Trying for his most human smile, Dexter's hands went back into his pockets as he waited for the total. "The force is strong with this one," he recited cheerily, eyes shifting to the shelf that had almost fallen, and then back to his cashier.