Misfits #2- Redemption
====Gar's Basement====
*Garfield Lynns made no secret of ransacking Mister Moth's lair in the wake of his death. He felt owed, having spent several hours anticipating a gruesome death at his hands. He found guns, bombs, moths. But his biggest find, the one that was undoubtedly the reason behind Carson's resurrection for the umpteenth time, was a Lazarus Pit. With Rigger's help, he baled the restorative waters into bottles, and poured them into a well at home. He had looked at his crackled skin too many times to resist the chance to rid himself of it. But when he rose from the pit, he was different, more erratic. For Volcana that meant a more exciting love life, for his friends, his behaviour was worrisome, and for others, his new pit was an opportunity to rid themselves of their own afflictions. When Gar announced he'd be hosting the Misfits games night, he was approached by all manner of C-Listers after his glowing cure*
Cobb- Lynns, I believe you're in possession of a Lazarus Pit.
Gar- Yep. You want to use it?
Cobb- I thought that went without saying. I do have cancer remember?
Drury- I remember, you wouldn't shut up about it.
Gar- Right, it's yours, but it'll cost you.
Cobb- How much?
Gar- Seven minutes in the closet with Orca... Kidding! Ah fuck, you should've seen your face. Two grand.
Cobb- Done.
Tockman- I was shot with a toxic arrow...
Gar- Two grand
Artie- Missing a hand..
Gar- Four grand. For being a dick.
Drury- Gar, Cobb nuked a city...
Gar- But he isn't a dick.
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*Gar answers the door*
Gar- Mick, buddy, you'll remember Volcana
Mick- Clair...
Volcana- Rory.
*Mick shifts about uncomfortably*
Mick- Are you two dating-?
Gar- Dating. Fucking...
Volcana- Mutineering.
Gar- We're gonna kill Snow Flame.
Volcana- Lazarus sickness, he's babbling, let's go over here sweetie.
Gar- Like the new mug? It's sexy again. I can hook you up with the same treatment-
Mick- Uhuh.
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*Sharpe looked around. Once he'd have loved this kind of party. Now he couldn't help noticing the looks people were giving him. His role in Drury's disappearance public knowledge, the C-Listers didn't know if he could be trusted. Neither did he. But Drury believed in him, for whatever reason. Perhaps he just needed another friend after Blaze, perhaps the fear gas had taken it's toll, but Drury was determined to bring Chancer back into the fold, and he'd heard from the Misfits that he could be relied upon*
Chancer- Drury, I swear to god, just piss off. I don't know what you were thinking bringing me here but-
Drury- Chancer, you saved my life. I don't know why, or why you tried to kill me, but we've got to get past
Miranda- Why is he here?
Drury- Sweetheart, you remember-
*Miranda pulls a gun out and points it at Chancer*
Miranda- Yep
Chancer- Ok, how about we go outside
Miranda- I think we should stay, don't you honey.
Drury- I- uh
Chancer- Listen, you might be overreacting-
Miranda- You tried to destroy my family. Drury went missing, my dad landed in Arkham, all because of you.
Drury- Chancer, just apologise.
Chancer- No, I won't.
Drury- She'll kill you!
Miranda- Yeah, so don't apologise.
Chancer- I'm sorry, you crazy bitch!
....
Chancer- I'm *sorry*! But I was in a coma for years because of this idiot! No one stayed by my bedside while I was under, nobody! I woke up, and the whole stinkin' world had forgotten me! I let this thing inside, and I wanted nothing more than vengeance on the guy who'd cost me my winning streak. Does that make me the villain? Probably! But I spent enough time in Arkham to accept that. I didn't even end up killing him, did I? He's alive isn't he?
*Miranda lowers the gun. Part of her knows he's sincere. The other part hoped she could have shot him*
Miranda- I'm not going to forgive you for what you did, I'm not my husband. You're going to have to fucking prove yourself if you want me to give a damn about you. Ever.
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Mick- Gar, we need to talk
Gar- Mick, can't you see I'm in the middle of something? This isn't a CW show, I'm not going to let a hallway chat change my ways.
Mick- Listen mate. This ain't healthy. Having sex, getting burned, using the pit, a never ending cycle. One of these days Ra's al Ghul's gonna come looking for that Fountain of Youth. What then?
Gar- Plastic surgery?
Mick- And then there's Volcana
Volcana- I'm still here
Mick- I know. It's very distracting. I'm trying to help my buddy and you're still... being distractive
Volcana- So I've been told
Mick- Right, I'm going to try and ignore you. You're conspiring against Snow Flame now Gar, are you mad?
Gar- If I was, would I be out of Arkham?
Mick- First off, you escaped. Secondly you have diagnosed pyromania. And thirdly he's a God powered by cocaine! How are you going to kill him?
Gar- With a really big stick
*Ding dong*
Mick- We'll talk about this later.
Gar- No, we won't. Drury go upstairs and answer the door will ya?
Drury- *grumble* didn't become mayor to be bossed around by my protégé. A load of bollocks that's what that is *grumble* goddamn baby won't stop crying *grumble* goddamn Axel won't stop crying
Codpiece- Sounds like you need to get laid
Drury- Happily married! *grumble* unappreciative Misfit mates *grumble* I made them moderately well known *grumble* I'm creating something beautiful between Chancer and my family, does anyone care? *opens the door* Hi! How can I... Help.
*Drury's stomach churned. There was only one other person who could do that, break his optimistic exterior. That was Thawne. The other, was standing in the doorway, a pie in hand.
Joker- Just the man I wanted to see! I brought dessert!
Misfits #2- Redemption
====Gar's Basement====
*Garfield Lynns made no secret of ransacking Mister Moth's lair in the wake of his death. He felt owed, having spent several hours anticipating a gruesome death at his hands. He found guns, bombs, moths. But his biggest find, the one that was undoubtedly the reason behind Carson's resurrection for the umpteenth time, was a Lazarus Pit. With Rigger's help, he baled the restorative waters into bottles, and poured them into a well at home. He had looked at his crackled skin too many times to resist the chance to rid himself of it. But when he rose from the pit, he was different, more erratic. For Volcana that meant a more exciting love life, for his friends, his behaviour was worrisome, and for others, his new pit was an opportunity to rid themselves of their own afflictions. When Gar announced he'd be hosting the Misfits games night, he was approached by all manner of C-Listers after his glowing cure*
Cobb- Lynns, I believe you're in possession of a Lazarus Pit.
Gar- Yep. You want to use it?
Cobb- I thought that went without saying. I do have cancer remember?
Drury- I remember, you wouldn't shut up about it.
Gar- Right, it's yours, but it'll cost you.
Cobb- How much?
Gar- Seven minutes in the closet with Orca... Kidding! Ah fuck, you should've seen your face. Two grand.
Cobb- Done.
Tockman- I was shot with a toxic arrow...
Gar- Two grand
Artie- Missing a hand..
Gar- Four grand. For being a dick.
Drury- Gar, Cobb nuked a city...
Gar- But he isn't a dick.
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*Gar answers the door*
Gar- Mick, buddy, you'll remember Volcana
Mick- Clair...
Volcana- Rory.
*Mick shifts about uncomfortably*
Mick- Are you two dating-?
Gar- Dating. Fucking...
Volcana- Mutineering.
Gar- We're gonna kill Snow Flame.
Volcana- Lazarus sickness, he's babbling, let's go over here sweetie.
Gar- Like the new mug? It's sexy again. I can hook you up with the same treatment-
Mick- Uhuh.
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*Sharpe looked around. Once he'd have loved this kind of party. Now he couldn't help noticing the looks people were giving him. His role in Drury's disappearance public knowledge, the C-Listers didn't know if he could be trusted. Neither did he. But Drury believed in him, for whatever reason. Perhaps he just needed another friend after Blaze, perhaps the fear gas had taken it's toll, but Drury was determined to bring Chancer back into the fold, and he'd heard from the Misfits that he could be relied upon*
Chancer- Drury, I swear to god, just piss off. I don't know what you were thinking bringing me here but-
Drury- Chancer, you saved my life. I don't know why, or why you tried to kill me, but we've got to get past
Miranda- Why is he here?
Drury- Sweetheart, you remember-
*Miranda pulls a gun out and points it at Chancer*
Miranda- Yep
Chancer- Ok, how about we go outside
Miranda- I think we should stay, don't you honey.
Drury- I- uh
Chancer- Listen, you might be overreacting-
Miranda- You tried to destroy my family. Drury went missing, my dad landed in Arkham, all because of you.
Drury- Chancer, just apologise.
Chancer- No, I won't.
Drury- She'll kill you!
Miranda- Yeah, so don't apologise.
Chancer- I'm sorry, you crazy bitch!
....
Chancer- I'm *sorry*! But I was in a coma for years because of this idiot! No one stayed by my bedside while I was under, nobody! I woke up, and the whole stinkin' world had forgotten me! I let this thing inside, and I wanted nothing more than vengeance on the guy who'd cost me my winning streak. Does that make me the villain? Probably! But I spent enough time in Arkham to accept that. I didn't even end up killing him, did I? He's alive isn't he?
*Miranda lowers the gun. Part of her knows he's sincere. The other part hoped she could have shot him*
Miranda- I'm not going to forgive you for what you did, I'm not my husband. You're going to have to fucking prove yourself if you want me to give a damn about you. Ever.
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Mick- Gar, we need to talk
Gar- Mick, can't you see I'm in the middle of something? This isn't a CW show, I'm not going to let a hallway chat change my ways.
Mick- Listen mate. This ain't healthy. Having sex, getting burned, using the pit, a never ending cycle. One of these days Ra's al Ghul's gonna come looking for that Fountain of Youth. What then?
Gar- Plastic surgery?
Mick- And then there's Volcana
Volcana- I'm still here
Mick- I know. It's very distracting. I'm trying to help my buddy and you're still... being distractive
Volcana- So I've been told
Mick- Right, I'm going to try and ignore you. You're conspiring against Snow Flame now Gar, are you mad?
Gar- If I was, would I be out of Arkham?
Mick- First off, you escaped. Secondly you have diagnosed pyromania. And thirdly he's a God powered by cocaine! How are you going to kill him?
Gar- With a really big stick
*Ding dong*
Mick- We'll talk about this later.
Gar- No, we won't. Drury go upstairs and answer the door will ya?
Drury- *grumble* didn't become mayor to be bossed around by my protégé. A load of bollocks that's what that is *grumble* goddamn baby won't stop crying *grumble* goddamn Axel won't stop crying
Codpiece- Sounds like you need to get laid
Drury- Happily married! *grumble* unappreciative Misfit mates *grumble* I made them moderately well known *grumble* I'm creating something beautiful between Chancer and my family, does anyone care? *opens the door* Hi! How can I... Help.
*Drury's stomach churned. There was only one other person who could do that, break his optimistic exterior. That was Thawne. The other, was standing in the doorway, a pie in hand.
Joker- Just the man I wanted to see! I brought dessert!