All apologies to Arne Saknussemm
Apr. 20th, 2010 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamyThis is a topical (at least for those of us on this side of the pond) and almost painfully obvious Buffy/Evil Dead crossover. 200 words.
Hey! You! Get Off Of My Cloud!
The thick black cloud stretched six miles into the air over the crater of Eyjafjallajökull.
"It's coming out," Willow murmured, her eyes closed. "Whatever caused this, it's coming out… now."
A man, dressed in rags and gripping a shotgun and a chainsaw, emerged from the crater and came stumbling down the mountainside towards them. Buffy pulled out the scythe.
"Woah!" The man held up his hands, but didn't drop his weapons. "Easy there, sweetcheeks."
"'Easy'?" Buffy coughed. "You've stopped air travel all over Europe! Spike was supposed to be in Rome 48 hours ago, now he's stuck at LaGuardia and I'm in Iceland. I don't feel very easy right now."
"Oh, boo hoo." The man was briefly interrupted by a coughing fit. "So I had to set off a tiny volcano to get out of hell. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and if I'm not around to fight deadites you'll be a lot worse off. Who are you anyway, the tree-hugger brigade?"
"Who are - I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Well excuuuse me, Miss Manners." The man gave a sarcastic salute with his shotgun, pointed to the sky and grinned. "Name's Ash, and this is my cloud."
Hey! You! Get Off Of My Cloud!
The thick black cloud stretched six miles into the air over the crater of Eyjafjallajökull.
"It's coming out," Willow murmured, her eyes closed. "Whatever caused this, it's coming out… now."
A man, dressed in rags and gripping a shotgun and a chainsaw, emerged from the crater and came stumbling down the mountainside towards them. Buffy pulled out the scythe.
"Woah!" The man held up his hands, but didn't drop his weapons. "Easy there, sweetcheeks."
"'Easy'?" Buffy coughed. "You've stopped air travel all over Europe! Spike was supposed to be in Rome 48 hours ago, now he's stuck at LaGuardia and I'm in Iceland. I don't feel very easy right now."
"Oh, boo hoo." The man was briefly interrupted by a coughing fit. "So I had to set off a tiny volcano to get out of hell. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and if I'm not around to fight deadites you'll be a lot worse off. Who are you anyway, the tree-hugger brigade?"
"Who are - I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Well excuuuse me, Miss Manners." The man gave a sarcastic salute with his shotgun, pointed to the sky and grinned. "Name's Ash, and this is my cloud."
