almosthonorable: (mine is an evil laugh)
Ben Wade ([personal profile] almosthonorable) wrote2012-02-27 09:07 pm
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[[ milliways // el paso, texas ]]

[ "Now, Sparklehead, don't you know it's armageddon out here?" ]

Ben's tired.

His arms are heavier than iron, and his breathing is labored.

But Jesus Christ and all twelve disciples, it's not like he can just quit fighting these swarms of monsters and demons.

So he fires every bullet he can finagle; he attacks with the pike until it snaps in a mammoth, razored mouth; he resorts to fists and elbows and feet; and, when he's driven back, and back, and back by a fire-spitting serpent, he finds himself near the forge once more.

He dives inside, and hefts the first weapon his fingers close around: a samurai sword, as beautiful as it is deadly.

But Ben has precious little time to appreciate the aesthetics. He has a serpent to behead.

He doesn't expect to be thrown backward upon the kill stroke, as if he's ignited a powder keg by mistake.

Hurtling through the air, Ben twists, and — 

shit damn shit shit shit shit

— he's sailing into the forge, headed for a workbench covered in all manner of sharp, certain death.

Two heartbeats later, he blinks in the Texas sun.

He's standing just outside the Acme, sword still in hand.

He doesn't feel like an overgrown pin cushion, but he takes stock of himself, all the same.
lasthalfmile: (thought process)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-02-28 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Dan, having been up the street at the mercantile on the corner to pick up a few things, is on his way back to the Acme when he notices that Ben is standing outside on the wooden sidewalk.

With a sword.


Why in the heck does Ben have a sword?
lasthalfmile: (seriously?)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-02-28 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"...I thought we were takin' a break from..."

He motions at the sword.

"That sort of thing."

He looks around to make sure nobody is staring, before he peels out of his coat. That blood is going to stain the cloth, but it's better than Ben continuing to wave a piece of ninja-weaponry around in the street.
lasthalfmile: (thinking about this)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-02-28 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You ain't been gone for very," he agrees, as they make their way inside.

They're keeping separate rooms, of course - but that doesn't stop Dan from following Ben up to his - and once the door is closed behind them, Dan leans against the frame and really looks at Ben.

"You hurt?"
lasthalfmile: (slightly off guard)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-03-11 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Dan sets his jaw.

"Y'see my boy?"

He has to ask.
lasthalfmile: (head down)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-03-11 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," Dan says.

(If William had been there, he's pretty sure that he would have been getting himself into the fray of the battle or something else dangerous and ridiculous - so the fact that Ben didn't see William is a good thing, as far as he's concerned.)

Ben doesn't look injured - though he could use a visit to the bath house.
lasthalfmile: (thought process)

[personal profile] lasthalfmile 2012-03-11 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
A smirk pulls at one corner of Dan's mouth.

"Civilized folks," he agrees.

A dead man and a famous outlaw, locked out of their favorite transdimensional watering hole.

One coated in the guts and slime of demons.

One with a pet pig, sitting beside him.

It won't take every door in Texas...but it'll take quite a few in El Paso proper before they find their way back.

(After dinner, of course. Dan does appreciate a good steak, even if Ben Wade's table manners are a bit on the primitive side.)