Daemon Rising, part 4b

[a1enzo]

[Due to the wonders of Millitime, this takes place the morning after this thread, yet at the same time is happening right now. Whoa.]


Contrary to his own expectations, Enzo slept pretty well last night. No nightmares, although he did have a weird dream in which Hex turned into a pile of nulls with Mike the TV's voice. At any rate, he's well rested and ready for some world-saving.

But first, breakfast. He's at the Bar, eating a large waffle with far too much Maple syrup. Frisket has a bowl of something you're probably happier not knowing about.


[Leading to a supply run, mass digitization and mission briefing, and divers excitement and alarums.]

[First two subthreads are plotlocked. Enzo, at least, would welcome greetings in the third.]

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Harper?" Things look a bit odd through the interface the door provides between Mainframe and Milliways, but she can still recognize him. "I'll be stepping through on 'zero'."

She takes a deep breath and methodically counts down, each number spaced out perfectly because nanoseconds count here. "Three... two... one... zero."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

The spaces between numbers were counted. Everything was counted.

On zero.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

The digital form steps through the doorway, flickers, and disappears. An enormous, almost startled gasp comes from Barbara where she sits. She blinks a couple of times and looks up at Harper with a shaky grin.

"Apparently you are as good as you think."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper would have helped her take off the mask, especially if it meant he got a glimpse of that pretty face underneath, but there was an unwritten rule about touching other people's interface equipment.

...Mechanical or biological. Haha!

Anyway, he hated when people poked at his dataport, so he didn't touch her mask, but he stayed there, leaning over her, making sure she was okay.

"You should hear the other stuff I brag about, pretty lady. I'm just as good at all that, too." He waggled his eyebrows.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Coming down from a stimulant like this one always gives Barbara the shakes. This time it's pretty bad. It takes a decent amount of concentration to still the trembling in her arms enough to reach up and remove the mask.

With a snort of amusement she sets the mask in her lap, "I can tell you're an engineer, Mr. Harper. It's the ego."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"The completely justifiable ego."

"And hey, I know you've got your own stuff worth bragging about. I was watching on the kid's screen. You're obviously quick with the mental footwork. There would be nothing wrong with you saying out loud, 'I, Oracle, am really freakin' smart. Oh, and a babe.'"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

One eyebrow arches as she grins up at him. "You don't ever shut it off, do you? I bet you drive your friends crazy." Her tone is slightly at odds with her words, teasing and suggesting she's not averse to a little flattery.