"Shit," Ariadne hisses, as the projections approach them menacingly.
"Right," Eames says grimly, conjuring a weapon, but his attention is derailed by the fact that Arthur darts, lightning-quick, and plants a kiss on Cobb.
Eames doesn't even have the time to say, "Really?" before the scenery... rises.
The polished marble floor turns into quicksand in patches, swallowing projections down. Perfectly innocent pieces of furniture suddenly develop tentacles (honestly, Arthur, tentacles?) and grab knife-bearing limbs.
After a few minutes, the lobby is empty but for the four of them.
"Holy crap," Ariadne says in a small voice. "I thought it was a joke."
"No joke," Arthur says, already distracted. "I have to be the dreamer and it doesn't work with everyone, but, as you see," he gestures at the empty hallway, "it's pretty effective when it does."
Eames glances at Ariadne, makes a quick calculation – right, during the inception job Arthur wouldn't have known about her girlfriend. Strange that it worked with Cobb, though.
Although, perhaps, not so strange as Eames would have liked to think, considering the way Mal's shade used to smile when she shot Arthur somewhere painful. Because Cobb was good at buildings but not so good with people, and Eames could spot the flaws in his projection of Mal, the way her expressions sometimes turned uncanny-valley wrong when his subconscious was trying for something he couldn't make from memory.
"Darling," Eames says under his breath, to himself as much as to Arthur, "If I should ever ask you about your past relationship with the Cobbs, remind me that I don't want to actually know."
Arthur, if he hears, ignores him utterly. Eames sighs and checks his weapon. They're here for a job, after all.
Not sure this even makes sense w/o context.
"Right," Eames says grimly, conjuring a weapon, but his attention is derailed by the fact that Arthur darts, lightning-quick, and plants a kiss on Cobb.
Eames doesn't even have the time to say, "Really?" before the scenery... rises.
The polished marble floor turns into quicksand in patches, swallowing projections down. Perfectly innocent pieces of furniture suddenly develop tentacles (honestly, Arthur, tentacles?) and grab knife-bearing limbs.
After a few minutes, the lobby is empty but for the four of them.
"Holy crap," Ariadne says in a small voice. "I thought it was a joke."
"No joke," Arthur says, already distracted. "I have to be the dreamer and it doesn't work with everyone, but, as you see," he gestures at the empty hallway, "it's pretty effective when it does."
Eames glances at Ariadne, makes a quick calculation – right, during the inception job Arthur wouldn't have known about her girlfriend. Strange that it worked with Cobb, though.
Although, perhaps, not so strange as Eames would have liked to think, considering the way Mal's shade used to smile when she shot Arthur somewhere painful. Because Cobb was good at buildings but not so good with people, and Eames could spot the flaws in his projection of Mal, the way her expressions sometimes turned uncanny-valley wrong when his subconscious was trying for something he couldn't make from memory.
"Darling," Eames says under his breath, to himself as much as to Arthur, "If I should ever ask you about your past relationship with the Cobbs, remind me that I don't want to actually know."
Arthur, if he hears, ignores him utterly. Eames sighs and checks his weapon. They're here for a job, after all.