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blue_bells) wrote2006-06-21 04:10 pm
blue_bells) wrote2006-06-21 04:10 pm
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Hellboy += Oh, Glorious Hero Support (Myers, Gen) [G]
And this is how we stay awake!
» Title: Oh, Glorious Hero Support
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» Fandom: Hellboy
» Rating: G
» On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series Name: One-off
» Classification(s): Drabble (for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets)
» Warnings: None
» Pairing(s): None
» Summary: John T. Myers always dreamed of being a superhero.
Oh, Glorious Hero Support [G]
Strength and honour, honour and glory.
A myth of pop-culture is that all Asians really want is honour, even if it's just a brand you hand them on a paper hat.
Myers knew what he wanted wasn't only honour, but glory, respect and in some small part, resolution. Well, resolution may have been a larger part of his drive, but every day he searched for his parents and thought this *could* be the day, he never expected to find them. How many people are recovered when they remain missing after the first two years? He didn't want to know the statistics.
Black suits, black shades, black boots... The Federal Bureau was what Myers conceived of when he thought of power, influence and intrigue. If he was the sort to affect change he could have gone into politics -- hell if three of his professors didn't drive him towards political science every other week at the academy -- but Myers hated politics.
Being a part of the Bureau was the closest he could be to becoming a superhero. The possibility that he had said that aloud, like some comic-clutching seven-year-old, was embarrassing, but it might have been what landed him at the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence. Standing in the same room as red demon 6'5" tall, a woman who became the human flame and some sort of -- whatever Abe was -- Myers had a pretty clear idea of whom the heroes really were.
In the absence of light, darkness prevails.
At the end of the day, Myers was the one who lugged the flashlights and firepower, who called the round time when the superheroes were down for the count, who served damage control when Hellboy took to the city infrastructure with his battering ram. He wasn't the supehero, but he was still serving the cause.
And at the end of the day, it *was* an honour.
» Title: Oh, Glorious Hero Support
» Author:
_bluebells | k(at)noiresensus(dot)com | http://www.noiresensus.com» Fandom: Hellboy
» Rating: G
» On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series Name: One-off
» Classification(s): Drabble (for
15minuteficlets)» Warnings: None
» Pairing(s): None
» Summary: John T. Myers always dreamed of being a superhero.
Oh, Glorious Hero Support [G]
Strength and honour, honour and glory.
A myth of pop-culture is that all Asians really want is honour, even if it's just a brand you hand them on a paper hat.
Myers knew what he wanted wasn't only honour, but glory, respect and in some small part, resolution. Well, resolution may have been a larger part of his drive, but every day he searched for his parents and thought this *could* be the day, he never expected to find them. How many people are recovered when they remain missing after the first two years? He didn't want to know the statistics.
Black suits, black shades, black boots... The Federal Bureau was what Myers conceived of when he thought of power, influence and intrigue. If he was the sort to affect change he could have gone into politics -- hell if three of his professors didn't drive him towards political science every other week at the academy -- but Myers hated politics.
Being a part of the Bureau was the closest he could be to becoming a superhero. The possibility that he had said that aloud, like some comic-clutching seven-year-old, was embarrassing, but it might have been what landed him at the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence. Standing in the same room as red demon 6'5" tall, a woman who became the human flame and some sort of -- whatever Abe was -- Myers had a pretty clear idea of whom the heroes really were.
In the absence of light, darkness prevails.
At the end of the day, Myers was the one who lugged the flashlights and firepower, who called the round time when the superheroes were down for the count, who served damage control when Hellboy took to the city infrastructure with his battering ram. He wasn't the supehero, but he was still serving the cause.
And at the end of the day, it *was* an honour.