[Semi-Open] All the Little Angels

[old_stoneface]

Who: Sam Vimes
When: May the 25th
Where: Curti Centre, Dream Width
What: The morning of May the 25th, Lietenant Vimes has gone missing. He's not at home, and he's not at work, but later that day he seems to have been detected in the Cloud.
Warnings/Notes: Death, war, torture, quantum, a distressing lack of truth, freedom, justice, reasonably-priced love, or boiled eggs.



There was a song that he'd sung, on occasion, when things were going bad. It was never really audible, just something he'd mumbled under his breath. He hadn't ever explained it, really, just that it was an old soldiers' song. Where Vimes would have picked up a soldiers' song, when he'd pointedly explained that he'd never been a soldier and was proud of it, was anybody's guess. But it went a little something like this:

All the little angels, rise up, rise up
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up
How do they rise up, rise up high?

And it was a funny thing, the bits those little angels rose up by. Hands, feet, heads, arse- that was a soldier's song for you. A cadence you could march to, with dirty bits. Somehow, something in the cloud, small as it was, brought the song to mind, and as the mists swirled below the airship's deck there were already fleeting bits of memory taking root. A song, and the scent of lilacs in bloom.

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[tiredcharmer]

"Nah. Got a better idea," Tyzias says, stepping forward and assuming a wide stance. Then, bellowing as loud as her respiration sacs will allow (which is pretty damn loud, considering all of the debate she did on Alternia and her troll physique in general), Tyzias roars, "ATTENTION, OPERATORS OF THE SIEGE WEAPON KNOWN AS THE BIG MARY! FOR DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY, CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY, THE HIGH CRIME OF TREASON, AND FOR BEING A BLOODY GREAT NUISANCE TO THESE POOR PEOPLE, I USE THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY THE CITY GUARD TO PLACE YOU ALL UNDER ARREST!

"YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO LEAVE THAT BLASTED CONTRAPTION BEFORE LIEUTENANT CORRIN AND I DRAG YOU KICKING AND SCREAMING OUT OF THERE OURSELVES!"

There. That should get Vimes's attention.

[defenestraighttomyheart]

Richard is already on it.

Richard is no longer equipped with his normal sobriquet of kit, which came as a horrendous surprise. He no longer has his gun, only some weird tube with a trigger on it like some sort of deadly telescope or a particularly extravagantly built baton. No magic crystals. No magic pants.

His boots were hobnailed so that when he struck the ground hard enough with his foot, they sparked, though. So that was nice. And his hat stayed mostly the same, just made out of leather and a tad floppy. There was a belt buckle on it, because even in another world from the other world, people wear too many belt buckles.

Everything said, he looked relatively suspicious, but normal in his long, brown leather coat.

Which made the fact that he'd found a prybar and a couple of grime-encrusted rocks to be sort of suspicious as he ducked back behind an alleyway.

[old_stoneface]

The results of these actions, it seemed, were utter chaos. There was a chorus of shouting as several tons of wood and steel slammed into the mother of all pot-holes, and Tyzias' shouting was not quite lost to the crowd, but certainly attracted a great deal of attention-

At least some of which came from a man that looked... frankly, like he'd been through hell. He was wearing an eyepatch over his right eye, and he looked like he hadn't slept properly in days- but the face was, unmistakably, Sam Vimes. And... there was Sam Vimes next to him, a good thirty-five years younger and looking terrified.

"I told you, Sarge, they're bringing up a siege weapon or something, that's what I said to these two, er-" he faltered, seeing the look of confusion on 'Sarge's' face.

"Er. Lance Constable Vimes, these are desperate times and..." Well, time to tell a lie. "This lot are old friends, from Pseudopolis. We need the 'elp, and they happened to be in the neighborhood." He looked up, meeting the gaze of the three. He realized he was in a memory. How else would these specific three people be here? But how the hell to explain this?

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias snaps into a salute to Vimes as soon as he comes into view. There he is. Figured this had to be some manner of time shenanigans. She could ask the precise nature of it later, though. If they disrupted the memory too much, it could break apart violently, and then they'd all be lost in their own memories. "Captain, sir! Ten seconds until the criminals' warning is up! Breach is imminent!"

[bladeofconquest]

Corrin also slips into a salute as Vimes and Vimes approach. Memory flicks a card; hadn't Vimes mentioned something like this to her, that time over coffee after Great McGard? Something about...being his own sergeant? It had been kind of vague, but...yeah. This has gotta be it. At least Vimes recognized them all; that would make it easier.

"Sorry we didn't get here sooner, sir. Came as fast as we could."