Megamind [AU] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sympathyforblue) wrote2011-07-29 08:57 pm
sympathyforblue) wrote2011-07-29 08:57 pm
Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need?
Who: Megamind (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notpredictable ) and Ark (sympathyforblue )
What: After Roxanne escapes from the lair, Megamind gives into his guilt and patches Ark up.
Where: Evil Lair
Between the two of them, Megamind and Miss Ritchi had actually managed to knock Ark out. He had laid splayed out on the floor of the lair for a good ten minutes before he started to come back to consciousness and when he did, he almost wished he hadn't; his broken hand seemed to pulse with pain, enough to make even him - with his heightened pain tolerance inherited from his original - feel sick from the intensity of it. Of course, his entire head, especially his nose, seemed to have been attacked by hammers - or, at least, what he imagined that would be like - making thinking beyond the most basic level impossible.
Even basic thought, though, told him he shouldn't have woken up. He had been unconscious, for the love of science; what the hell had stopped his original and Miss Ritchi finishing the job off? Had they gotten squeamish? It wouldn't surprise him, but he knew neither of them were too squeamish to at least tie him up. Was he tied up? No, a quick - and painful - wriggle of his extremities told him he was free.
It made no sense and given that he was in too much pain to so much as open his eyes at this precise moment - if he wasn't already dead or bound, he supposed there was no immediate danger - he couldn't assess the situation for himself.
Ark did know one thing, though; he despised mysteries.
notpredictable ) and Ark (sympathyforblue )What: After Roxanne escapes from the lair, Megamind gives into his guilt and patches Ark up.
Where: Evil Lair
Between the two of them, Megamind and Miss Ritchi had actually managed to knock Ark out. He had laid splayed out on the floor of the lair for a good ten minutes before he started to come back to consciousness and when he did, he almost wished he hadn't; his broken hand seemed to pulse with pain, enough to make even him - with his heightened pain tolerance inherited from his original - feel sick from the intensity of it. Of course, his entire head, especially his nose, seemed to have been attacked by hammers - or, at least, what he imagined that would be like - making thinking beyond the most basic level impossible.
Even basic thought, though, told him he shouldn't have woken up. He had been unconscious, for the love of science; what the hell had stopped his original and Miss Ritchi finishing the job off? Had they gotten squeamish? It wouldn't surprise him, but he knew neither of them were too squeamish to at least tie him up. Was he tied up? No, a quick - and painful - wriggle of his extremities told him he was free.
It made no sense and given that he was in too much pain to so much as open his eyes at this precise moment - if he wasn't already dead or bound, he supposed there was no immediate danger - he couldn't assess the situation for himself.
Ark did know one thing, though; he despised mysteries.
/turns Ark into a woobie ffffffff
Well, that had not been kept properly, but there was an essence of it still guiding Ark. If he harmed Megamind - if he sedated him, if he locked him away, if he tied him up - it was only for his own benefit in the long run. Nobody else would reach him, nobody else would hurt him, like the wretched Ritchi woman inevitably would; like Metro Man so often did.
They would never lay a hand on him again.
When Megamind stumbled ahead of him, Ark - without even thinking about it - stepped forward and reached out with his good hand to steady him, a million terrible thoughts all flashing through his mind in less than a moment and only when his double was steady again did the fleeting panic die down, Ark's heart slowing once again.
Looking at his double, how he was struggling on to help Ark after everything... Ark felt guilty. Just a little - well, perhaps more. This was his original, his creator, the one who at first he had been so utterly dedicated to. There was no way for such idolization to not leave a mark on him.
He just wanted to keep Megamind safe while he finished what his original was incapable of doing. Was that truly such a terrible thing?
Ark had no answers and so he was silent as he followed Megamind to the machine.