capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

WHO: Jenny Quantum (

century_girl) and the Midnighter (

wardelivery)
WHERE: Near the Porter's island.
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Midnighter is a dad.
FORMAT: Prose.

She already didn't like this at all. She couldn't feel anything around her and it was all wrong. It was hard to explain, because it was not something concrete like the Door not appearing when it should have. Jenny was... a part of the world, she had always been, and it felt like she wasn't, anymore.

At least, Daddy Midnight was there, and had answered fast, so she wasn't alone. If everyone was also here, it couldn't be bad. They'd find a way to make things okay again. That's what they always did, and Angie had told her stories about worse situations they had been in, when she was smaller. She could remember part of that time with Seth even if she'd been young. They were all used to this.

Jenny was going to wait for her dad and not move (or move just a little and fly to the other side of the water), and they would find out what to do; they always did.

Threaded | Flat

Jenny had sounded so young. That wasn't the voice of the teenager he'd left on the Carrier-- full of teenage sulk and sarcasm. That was the little girl he'd left behind.

Was she really younger? Had something de-aged her, or was she from a different time period?

But that filtered through his head without slowing him down as he crossed The City by the streets and rooftops, moving like a parkour runner at super-human speeds until he had to slow down to scout the coast near the island.

He'd thrown on the mask-- Lucas Trent, currently a box-slinging yokel, couldn't move like he had to move. And he couldn't blow his 'secret identity.'

He would have, though, in a heartbeat, for Jenny. It was just luck that had put his apartment in the path of his mad dash across the city. He hadn't actually ever planned on returning to That Fucking Island for some time.