ohhh fun~
“Quite Me”
The sound of smashing was the first thing Lance heard. He only realized after he started running towards the noise, that it sounded like breaking glass.
Arriving the sounds had dulled into sobs. There in the middle of a room original covered in reflective surfaces, was Jack. Broken just like the shards of glass and broken mirrors that surrounded him. Lance rushed to kneel besides him making sure that the man wasn’t hurt but the others skin was shockingly free of any cuts or gashes that might have been caused but the sharp objects around him.
“Jack,” He tried at first quietly speaking over Jack’s broken sobs. “Hey, what happened?”
“Not real, ‘s all not real. Nothing. Nothing at all,” Jack murmured so low Lance barely caught it. He was shaking, the glass on all sides of him shimmering the reflection of tears on his face. They dropped and seemingly melted back into the mirrors.
“What’s not real?”
“Everything, it’s all wrong. Shouldn’t be here-” the blond choked again refusing to look at Lance.
He reached out to touch Jack, a hand of comfort when the other lashed out at him, swatting his hand away with more force than was probably necessary.
“No! Don’t touch me… I’ll break… shatter…” Jack hissed curling back into himself. “Just a reflection.”
Heat didn’t know what the blond ment. He was making no sense. Not real? “Listen here, Jack. You are real. Your all heart with a smile that even melts the Commander’s heart. That’s very real.”
“But its not me…”
“It is. It’s you here right now who just last week cheered the task force up with jokes and smiles. Who I chased down the halls for teasing me… Who the Commander is very much in love with.” Heat reached out again, pulling the teen into a close hug. “Thats all you. You’re real and here and we’re not going let you break.”
“…really?”
“We all like you kid. All of us.” They staied like that for a while longer; Jack still tearing up and Lance holding him close. As they got up to go get something to eat, Lance didn’t fail to notice the bits of glass and mirror as they melted into Monarch hand.
Another time.
“Get Me”
Where was he? Heat ran through the burning building with haste. He was the only one who could. Commender Cold and Warlock were trying to contain the fire caused by a chemical explosion. Trixster was helping people from windows. And Monarch had slipped into the Mirror Dimension to help other get out and fell out of radio contact.
They told him to wait for the fire to get smaller. But Heat knew better. It wouldn’t stop till it was all burned to the ground. Taking Monarch with it.
The suit protected him from the flames and heat more so than any of the others would be protected. His experience helped him avoid fallen beams and burned out floors. But running through the halls he still couldn’t find- there!
Huddled in a corner was Monarch, cut off from the reflective surfaces he needed to escape.
“Monarch!” He shouted over the crackling flames.
“Heat!?” Monarch looked around finally seeing the older member of the renegades coming closer. The young man tried to say something else but choked on smoke and began couching violently. There was too much smoke.
“Hang in there Kiddo. I got cha.” Throwing his teammate over his shoulder fireman style, Heat got them both out and Monarch right over to the paramedics. His team, his family was safe again.
OOC: Well I’m going to partly blame Ohhicas for this because its kinda her fault for awesome head canons.
Heat was the one I had the more ideas for. His personality compaired to the others and his past. With Ohhicas’ orginial headcanons, the ideas grew into what I thought Heat should be like. And I didn’t want someone to change him when they rped him. XP So thats my stupid reason why.
Bekka was also Cas’ fault. She was the one who original said Heat would be married and honestly, I ran with it. And who doesn’t like a bad ass lady? I also might be a sucker for happy marriages… 8P
Bawww, Poor Jack. Can’t speak or write not in rhyme.
However will you pass the time?
* Nothing said his gestures had to be in rhyme so he gives Heatstroke a rather rude one. *
… Flipping me off? How rude.
Got nothing?
not even trying?
*Nope, he’s just going to keep on silently glaring*
Bawww, Poor Jack. Can’t speak or write not in rhyme.
However will you pass the time?
I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it sometime.
You know, before I’m past my prime.
When this spell runs out I’ll be the one laughing
because you’ll be uh….annoying?
Is that the best you got, really?
*Jack just went silent and glared*
Got nothing?
not even trying?
I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it sometime.
You know, before I’m past my prime.
When this spell runs out I’ll be the one laughing
because you’ll be uh….annoying?
Is that the best you got, really?
*tilts head* well that was better than the last one.
You keep saying that but I don’t see you doing anything.
I”l get you later when I don’t have to rhyme.
Have I mentioned how annoying it is to do this all the time?
I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it sometime.
You know, before I’m past my prime.
therenegadeheatstroke replied to your post: M!Anon: This one might be fun for you! For 24h you can only communicate through rhymes. Be it speaking, typing writing… you must rhyme it.
oh this going to be amusing.This is not funny, it’s actually kind of annoying frankly.
i think its pretty funny. *grins*
I hate you so much.
I’ll get you back and uh…. such?
*tilts head* well that was better than the last one.
You keep saying that but I don’t see you doing anything.
oh this going to be amusing.This is not funny, it’s actually kind of annoying frankly.
i think its pretty funny. *grins*
