Sometimes a cigar... [Closed]

[imperious_lex]

This had been a rare find. During all of his wheeling and dealing while on shore leave, he never expected to come across a box of Monte Crisco cigars. Cuban Monte Crisco premium cigars. Even back on his earth, those were difficult to get a hold of, though far from impossible for a man of his resources.

He decided that he would enjoy it in the crew lounge. Partially because the one bottle of brandy that he knew would go best with it was there, and partly because a cigar like this should be enjoyed in good company. Unfortunately, at this hour, the lounge was mostly empty, most of the crew busy licking their wounds from the recent fight.

Still, he knew eventually, someone would show.

In the meantime, he took a seat near one of the windows. The light from the Bleed filtered in, giving him a red tint. He asked Stacy to play some jazz for him, and lit his cigar. He took the first deep drag and held it in, taking a moment to truly taste all of the flavors, then exhaled.

Truly excellent work. He was going to savor this.

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[imperious_lex]

He seemed a bit put off by that. But only because... "I would hope for something more dramatic in my final moments."

argh why is this so short ugh what is wrong with meeee

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"You don't think that's dramatic?"

[imperious_lex]

"For the sniper, perhaps. For the target? No. There's no flair, no tension for them. They're blissfully unaware of their impending demise until--" he snapped his fingers. "Then just like that, it's all over." He shrugged.

"It's a tactically sound way to go about things, admittedly, but I like to think my death warrants a bit of theater." He smiled a bit around the tip of his cigar. "Perhaps I'm something of a 'supervillain' after all."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"That's pathetic," She couldn't help it, really, but then Motoko had always had a fairly clear idea of how she'd die, "I can tell you from experience, it's not as simple as that."

[imperious_lex]

"Nothing ever is." After all, he knew how he would die. His own broken body, blown up by Oliver Queen. It was all rather undignifying. "But a man can dream."