Dan Dreiberg (dreibergd) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2009-03-30 11:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan dreiberg, laurie juspeczyk |
Who: Dan Dreiberg (Nite Owl)
What: Dan's arrival and frantic search for his friend
Where: Mortuus
When: Monday night
Status: Open
It was horrible. Terrible. The rows and rows of television screens before him all broadcasted the same images. New York was in shambles, destroyed by the force of the blast. The streets were littered with the bodies of innocent men and women whose only crime was living within the city. This was a joke, this had to be some kind of joke. He’d known Adrian Veidt for years. He was a kind man, a business man. This wasn’t something he could honestly do. It had to be some kind of a joke. Beside him he felt Rorschach tense, there was a squaring of the shorter man’s shoulders as he focused upon Adrian. He didn’t need to look at the shorter man to know just was he was getting ready to do. He wanted to attack Adrian again. The first couple of times it had proved useless. Adrian had been too fast for him, too strong. It was amazing how a simple businessman could move like that. Apparently, Adrian had managed to keep himself in shape over the years since his retirement.
Reaching out, Dan placed a hand upon Rorschach’s shoulder. No, now wasn’t the time. They had to give him a chance to explain himself. Adrian seemed so pleased with himself, so happy by the death and destruction he’d caused. Sure, he’d averted nuclear war… but at what cost? How could anyone make that decision? Stepping forward to speak, to once more beg Adrian to tell him this was a joke but the action had left enough room for Rorschach to charge again and before Dan knew it the two of them were on the attack, attempting to avenge all of those who had died. Again, Adrian was too strong for them and he knocked both men back. Dan landed on his back on the floor , eyes fluttering momentarily shut.
When he opened them again neither Rorschach nor Adrian were anywhere to be found. He was in a room, laying upon the bed. Had Adrian put him here? Was this some kind of fancier prison? Was Rorschach trapped in one of these rooms? If he was the shorter man was probably charging at the door or clawing up the walls. It was almost a funny image… except for the fact that Dan couldn’t hear anything outside. No screams, no sign of anyone ramming against the door, nothing. Frowning, Dan pulled his door open and was vaguely surprised to see it open. Walking through the door and into a foyer of sorts, Dan was surprised to see three other rooms and a rather comfortable looking environment. Peeking into a room he spotted a man he didn’t recognize sleeping peacefully in his own bed. He was sure the other rooms were full too. What was this? Adrian had no reason to keep these people prisoners. Was this a dream? Had his time in Antarctica been a dream? No, neither explanation seemed reasonable. If he was dreaming it would’ve just been he and Laurie, no one else. If Antarctica had been a dream he wouldn’t be in his Nite Owl costume now and he wouldn’t be seeing everything so well since the room was nearly pitch black.
Walking into the hallway so he wouldn’t disturb his sleeping roommates, Dan began to wander the halls and then down the stairs to the floor below him. As he walked he began to realize that this wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t Antarctica. He was somewhere different all together… which meant. His eyes widened in fear behind the goggles. “Rorschach?!” he called, frantically hoping the shorter man was somewhere in the building. He couldn’t have left him! He couldn’t have abandoned his friend during a battle with Veidt! He’d never forgive himself if something happened because he wasn’t there to stop it.