Slam, sprawl, and roll. It hurt, of course, but that wasn't really something that registered for him most of the time, especially when he was otherwise distracted, and he was very angry now. He had been angry like this only a handful of times in his life.
("So... What do we do?" Black Alice's voice was nervous, and she raised it loud enough to try to get them to hear it through their earplugs, as she looked at the stars appearing in the suddenly-wavering sky. It was like a hallucination or a mirage or something, and she really didn't like it. "...Guys?"
"If he will not stop singing," Bane said, serious, "we will make him stop. Regrettably."
"What?! No, we can't..."
Scandal only hesitated momentarily. She didn't like Bane's idea any more than Lori did, most likely, but it was obvious they were going to have to do something. "All right. Come on.")
Attacking straight-on wasn't working, and too many acolytes were coming for him to be able to spend any time concentrating on them. He needed to do something to that head acolyte, or snap William out of his obvious spell somehow, but if he couldn't get over there physically--
Well. There was always one way to appeal to the Music Meister, wasn't there? He might not know the words or the proper tune to this song, but if he has to think of a different one, there is one that springs quickly enough to mind.
"The Music Meister sings the song that the world wants to hear..."
It's not the most beautiful voice in the world; he is no star of the theatre or opera. But it's clear, and loud, and he meets William's eyes.
"Let's not fight, let's get along," irony of ironies, "for your hypnotic profiteer...!"
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Date: 2013-05-25 03:05 pm (UTC)("So... What do we do?" Black Alice's voice was nervous, and she raised it loud enough to try to get them to hear it through their earplugs, as she looked at the stars appearing in the suddenly-wavering sky. It was like a hallucination or a mirage or something, and she really didn't like it. "...Guys?"
"If he will not stop singing," Bane said, serious, "we will make him stop. Regrettably."
"What?! No, we can't..."
Scandal only hesitated momentarily. She didn't like Bane's idea any more than Lori did, most likely, but it was obvious they were going to have to do something. "All right. Come on.")
Attacking straight-on wasn't working, and too many acolytes were coming for him to be able to spend any time concentrating on them. He needed to do something to that head acolyte, or snap William out of his obvious spell somehow, but if he couldn't get over there physically--
Well. There was always one way to appeal to the Music Meister, wasn't there? He might not know the words or the proper tune to this song, but if he has to think of a different one, there is one that springs quickly enough to mind.
"The Music Meister sings the song that the world wants to hear..."
It's not the most beautiful voice in the world; he is no star of the theatre or opera. But it's clear, and loud, and he meets William's eyes.
"Let's not fight, let's get along," irony of ironies, "for your hypnotic profiteer...!"