Hearing Jin deny Luke's offer to take her shopping hadn't changed Gabe's envious mood. Her response not only discouraged Luke, it discouraged anyone else from asking her to go shopping. So now not only did Gabe not confidence, he also didn't have a chance. And he thought girls liked shopping!
Looking down at the floor, the Bat-Prodigy thought of ways to get his mind off girls. There were movies to watch. Always movies to watch. There was a new addition to the Speedy and the Seething series, and Gabe was busting to watch that one. He'd gotten hooked on the series back in Gotham, and had watched all of the current movies a grand total of twenty-one times. But they weren't the kind of movies you'd want to watch alone, and Gabe was looking for a way to get girls out of his head, not in. So instead of searching for a girl other than Jin to ask to the movies, Gabe found himself turning towards Magnus, who was staring at his credit card in a confused expression.
"Hey, Magnus? Do you think you'd want to watch a movie? Just to, uh, hang out and stuff, y'know?" asked Gabe. Man. He was as awkward with boys as he was with girls.
The sound of someone else speaking his name brought Magnus out of his momentary reverie. He turned to look at the speaker, surprised to see it was Gabe. The fire-wielder hadn't really spoken to him much, and Magnus had always figured that he had probably been more preoccupied with Jin. Gabe always gave off a funny smell when he was around Batman's other ward. The sorta smell an alpha male would give off when approaching a suitable mate. The sorta smell that Plasticman had recently started giving off around her too, a situation which could get complicated fast.
Still, it had been so long since Magnus had experienced real human contact. His one sided conversations with Fate weren't exactly fulfilling, and Hawkman hadn't been the most sociable of late, ever since the death of Hawkwoman. Understandable, really. Bare seconds past before Magnus answered.
"Yes!" he almost barked it, not even bothered what they were going to see. Not that he had kept up to date with Hollywood's trends as Fenrir.
Gabe jumped back in his chair, momentarily taken aback by Magnus' excited reaction. He hadn't expected the former wolfman to be that enthusiastic about watching a movie, but hey, he'll take whatever he can get. And so it was then that the teen bolted up onto his feet, grimacing slightly at the pain that followed.
"Okay, awesome. Let's, um... Go to the movies now, buy the tickets there, save some time to buy snacks. That sound good?" he suggested between moments of discomfort.
Magnus looked on with concern. Gabe looked to be in some amount of pain still, grimacing as he got out of his chair. It was a trial that the savage metahuman had never experienced, even if he had put up with tortures that would kill a normal man. His super-human regenerative abilities usually had him healed up in no time. Still, it looked uncomfortable to say the least.
"Sounds good," returned Magnus. He hoped his short replies wouldn't cause offence. He still hadn't mastered English, but since he had become human again his taciturn nature could come across as churlish, when in reality it was because of his embarrassment at his lack of skill in communicating.
"You can lead. . .I don't know the town well," he continued with a shy smile.
Gabe broke into a grin. 'This... Is going to be fun,' he thought as he walked towards the hallway, occasionally limping from the pain that was emanating from his mostly-healed bullet wound. He signalled with his hand for Magnus to follow, also nodding at the rest of the team, in a moment of polite farewell.
"Alright Magnus, follow my lead. We're going to tear up this town," said he, a newfound confidence surging through his pain-filled body. The pain was suddenly masked by a feeling of light-heartedness, one which was only achievable in good company.
Magnus trotted behind obediently. The thought crossed his mind that he was behaving exactly as a well behaved dog might, following when beckoned and listening to commands. A slight smile spread across his face. All that time Granny wanted me to become a good little attack dog and all she had to do was turn me back into a human. The irony abounds.
He hoped it didn't get to hectic though. The last time the pair of them 'tore it up' their base almost got burnt to the ground, and Fate nearly died. Still, what's the chances of that happening twice?
The two metahumans walked out of the base together, already enjoying each other's company. And so sprung a friendship from the ashes of tragedy.
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
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How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
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The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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MrDidact said
Ha, to beat me it must also have copious amounts of pop-culture music choices.
Now its starting to sound like too much work for my lazy ass
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No one's post is lengthier than my second post haha. I'm somewhat busy at the moment and if i can't post in the next hour or so, expect one later tonight.
Challenge accepted!
Arthur returned Diana's grin, smiling even more at her mention of her bouts. The Amazonian's training matches against her Leaguemates were legendary, equal parts instuctive lessons and brutal humiliations for her friends. Aquaman himself had been known to test his skills in the leagues halls before, usually under the tutelage of Batman or Hawkman, but had been finding less and less time for it lately as his responsibilities as king of Atlantis began to pile higher and higher.
"I would enjoy that Diana, though I think any competition between the two of us would soon become slightly un-friendly. We both enjoy winning too much!" he winked, robbing the quip of any real venom.
Walt interjected with a story of his own, his mouth running a mile a minute. Arthur stood with a slightly bemused expression on his face, struggling to keep up with the shapeshifter. Finally Walt finished his story, but Aquaman was no more certain now of what had happened than he had been at the start of Shifter's story. Instead he settled for a good natured laugh.
"Outrageous," he chuckled. "Now, if you both excuse me, I need to see Jonn about the issue of a sinking drilling rig. Atlantis demands retribution, and I believe it could soon become a problem for the League, not just Atlantis's king. The work of Royalty never ends, eh Diana?" Aquaman left with another smile, walking through to meet with the Martian-Manhunter.
"I would enjoy that Diana, though I think any competition between the two of us would soon become slightly un-friendly. We both enjoy winning too much!" he winked, robbing the quip of any real venom.
Walt interjected with a story of his own, his mouth running a mile a minute. Arthur stood with a slightly bemused expression on his face, struggling to keep up with the shapeshifter. Finally Walt finished his story, but Aquaman was no more certain now of what had happened than he had been at the start of Shifter's story. Instead he settled for a good natured laugh.
"Outrageous," he chuckled. "Now, if you both excuse me, I need to see Jonn about the issue of a sinking drilling rig. Atlantis demands retribution, and I believe it could soon become a problem for the League, not just Atlantis's king. The work of Royalty never ends, eh Diana?" Aquaman left with another smile, walking through to meet with the Martian-Manhunter.
Sorry for the lengthy post guys. Hope you all don't mind big walls of text.
“This is a Goddamn terrible idea!” Silvertongue's griping was starting to wear something awful on Volt's nerves. After all, it wasn't like the hacker was in any danger, safe as he was sitting in his room in front of a computer screen. It wasn't like it was Silvertongue who had just walked past a police cordon carrying a stack of pizza's to a bunch of deranged, superpowered, killers, wearing the borrowed clothes and cap of a pizza boy. The icing on the cake had to be the live grenade sitting in his jackets pocket though, an intimidating weight to it even knowing it was just a flash-bang. Ah, the joys of being a superhero I spose.
Shank and Bouncer had spotted him now, a look of incredulity on their faces at the sight of him. Shank gripped the bank manager even tighter.
“What the fuck is this!” snarled the knife wielding teleporter. Bouncer looked on with the kind of detached curiosity that a cat would give a mouse just before it pounces. Looks like its show time. Volt tried to make himself look as timid and afraid as he possibly could (not the hardest of acts at that precise moment) as he edged closer to the villains.
“I dunno man, it's p-p-p-pizza's man. . . They told me you wanted p-p-p-pizza's man, told me to bring you p-p-p-pizza's man. . . “ Stuttered the Lighning-Slinger in his put upon Chicagoan accent, a convincing tremble to his voice. The act was easy to pull off, seeing as Tommy felt near terrified. The only thing that kept him from turning tail and running, the thing that always kept him from running, was the knowledge that this was his responsibility. People were in trouble and he had the ability to help.
“Fucking pizza! That was just a joke!” growled Shank. The teleporter shoved his hostage towards Bouncer and stalked towards Volt. The knife wielding crook grabbed the top box of pizza and tore it open. Hi-Voltage wasn't sure what the robber was expecting to find in the pizza box, but pizza didn't seem to be at the top of the list. Shank's jaw went slack in shock before he burst out laughing, laughing so much he had to hold his sides. The hostages looked on in apprehension, and Bouncer started to demand to know what was so funny.
“It is pizza! They've acceded to our demands, we're gonna be getting outta here after all!” cackled the teleporter in glee. His mirth disappeared in a heartbeat though, his scowl sliding back into place.
“Looks like its lunch time huh, you wouldn't mind joining us would ya?” The teleporter's hand shot out to grab a fistful of Volt's borrowed jacket. The Lightning-Slinger began to whimper, begging the crook to let him go, but was ignored outta hand. Which was good really, the plan wouldn't work half so well if the bad guys just sent Volt strolling back to safety.
"Nah ma-a-an, p-p-p-please let me go, I ain't n-n-n-nuffin to you man," begged Volt.
“Bring those snivelling fucks back inside Bouncer, we might as well eat this grub before it goes cold” called Shank, handily ignoring Volt's pleas. Tommy realised that could only mean one thing, that his entrance inside was gonna be a mite more sudden than he would like. There was a sharp popping sound, and suddenly the airy, sunny street changed into a cool, air conditioned bank building. Volt felt his stomach lurch, momentarily struggling to keep his breakfast from making a reappearance. God I hate teleporters. It looked like they were in the front lobby, as the tillers desks took up one entire line, and there was several seating areas and signage's for waiting lines. That was good, meant the heroes wouldn't have to look to hard to come and save him once things got dicey.
Shank grinned a predators smile at Volt as he forced the Lightning-Slinger into a desk-chair in the corner, before shouting to his comrades to come and get lunch. There was some choice responses from the other crooks, but sure enough they started to file into the room. None of the three had any hostages with them, which was a Godsend. Volt figured they each musta left their charges 'tied' up in their respective rooms, maybe Sarin had even left hers in the vault. This also told the Lightning-Slinger that the crooks weren't that smart, if that wasn't obvious enough from the fact that they attacked Chicago on a day like today. Bouncer came in the front door, her hostages and lackeys in tow One big lad, Volt figured him to be Boomer, looked at him and demanded to know who he was. Shank answered for him, saying that he was the pizza guy, and was stupid enough to get hauled in as another hostage. Volt felt that was a bit uncalled for, since Shank hadn't left him much choice in the matter. Didn't matter that Hi-Voltage did want to be here, the teleporter didn't know that!
“Hey Blondie, what's your measurements again? I'm ordering you're coffin now, it'll save me time later.” Silvertongue snarked in his ear, really what Volt wanted t hear just about now. The robbers were now gathered around the pizza's, tearing into the food and laughing about their supposed victory over the police and League. Volt decided they were now in the perfect position for his 'surprise'. After all, there's no time like the present, right? His right hand dipped into his right jacket pocket, retrieving the grenade, his left going for his goggles.
"Euch, pizza's gone cold" complained Sarin, turning her nose up at the offending slice, like it was the worst thing to ever happen to anyone in the world. Bouncer let go of her hostages -who both fled into the corner of the room- to grab a piece herself.
"Pizza's at its best when its cold, it . . . what the hell is that noise?" The noise in question was a faint tinkling, like a coin rolling across the floor. The villains stopped their eating to cast around, Boomer looking to the ground when he felt something knock into his feet. The exploding man felt his heart drop when he recognised the grenade. He looked up to who he thought was a pizza boy, only to be confronted by the grinning Volt who had shoved his fingers into his ears.
"Ah, damn" the big rogue managed to get out before the flash bang exploded with a deafening burst and a blinding flash of light. The room burst into confusion and chaos, the villains struggling to understand what had happened while Volt fired bolts of lightning wherever he thought he had last seen the crooks before the world had exploded into white, knowing how crucial it was for him to keep the villains on the back foot until his allies arrived.
The furious sounds of the melee could be heard from outside, telling the heroes gathered there that it was time to strike.
Shank and Bouncer had spotted him now, a look of incredulity on their faces at the sight of him. Shank gripped the bank manager even tighter.
“What the fuck is this!” snarled the knife wielding teleporter. Bouncer looked on with the kind of detached curiosity that a cat would give a mouse just before it pounces. Looks like its show time. Volt tried to make himself look as timid and afraid as he possibly could (not the hardest of acts at that precise moment) as he edged closer to the villains.
“I dunno man, it's p-p-p-pizza's man. . . They told me you wanted p-p-p-pizza's man, told me to bring you p-p-p-pizza's man. . . “ Stuttered the Lighning-Slinger in his put upon Chicagoan accent, a convincing tremble to his voice. The act was easy to pull off, seeing as Tommy felt near terrified. The only thing that kept him from turning tail and running, the thing that always kept him from running, was the knowledge that this was his responsibility. People were in trouble and he had the ability to help.
“Fucking pizza! That was just a joke!” growled Shank. The teleporter shoved his hostage towards Bouncer and stalked towards Volt. The knife wielding crook grabbed the top box of pizza and tore it open. Hi-Voltage wasn't sure what the robber was expecting to find in the pizza box, but pizza didn't seem to be at the top of the list. Shank's jaw went slack in shock before he burst out laughing, laughing so much he had to hold his sides. The hostages looked on in apprehension, and Bouncer started to demand to know what was so funny.
“It is pizza! They've acceded to our demands, we're gonna be getting outta here after all!” cackled the teleporter in glee. His mirth disappeared in a heartbeat though, his scowl sliding back into place.
“Looks like its lunch time huh, you wouldn't mind joining us would ya?” The teleporter's hand shot out to grab a fistful of Volt's borrowed jacket. The Lightning-Slinger began to whimper, begging the crook to let him go, but was ignored outta hand. Which was good really, the plan wouldn't work half so well if the bad guys just sent Volt strolling back to safety.
"Nah ma-a-an, p-p-p-please let me go, I ain't n-n-n-nuffin to you man," begged Volt.
“Bring those snivelling fucks back inside Bouncer, we might as well eat this grub before it goes cold” called Shank, handily ignoring Volt's pleas. Tommy realised that could only mean one thing, that his entrance inside was gonna be a mite more sudden than he would like. There was a sharp popping sound, and suddenly the airy, sunny street changed into a cool, air conditioned bank building. Volt felt his stomach lurch, momentarily struggling to keep his breakfast from making a reappearance. God I hate teleporters. It looked like they were in the front lobby, as the tillers desks took up one entire line, and there was several seating areas and signage's for waiting lines. That was good, meant the heroes wouldn't have to look to hard to come and save him once things got dicey.
Shank grinned a predators smile at Volt as he forced the Lightning-Slinger into a desk-chair in the corner, before shouting to his comrades to come and get lunch. There was some choice responses from the other crooks, but sure enough they started to file into the room. None of the three had any hostages with them, which was a Godsend. Volt figured they each musta left their charges 'tied' up in their respective rooms, maybe Sarin had even left hers in the vault. This also told the Lightning-Slinger that the crooks weren't that smart, if that wasn't obvious enough from the fact that they attacked Chicago on a day like today. Bouncer came in the front door, her hostages and lackeys in tow One big lad, Volt figured him to be Boomer, looked at him and demanded to know who he was. Shank answered for him, saying that he was the pizza guy, and was stupid enough to get hauled in as another hostage. Volt felt that was a bit uncalled for, since Shank hadn't left him much choice in the matter. Didn't matter that Hi-Voltage did want to be here, the teleporter didn't know that!
“Hey Blondie, what's your measurements again? I'm ordering you're coffin now, it'll save me time later.” Silvertongue snarked in his ear, really what Volt wanted t hear just about now. The robbers were now gathered around the pizza's, tearing into the food and laughing about their supposed victory over the police and League. Volt decided they were now in the perfect position for his 'surprise'. After all, there's no time like the present, right? His right hand dipped into his right jacket pocket, retrieving the grenade, his left going for his goggles.
"Euch, pizza's gone cold" complained Sarin, turning her nose up at the offending slice, like it was the worst thing to ever happen to anyone in the world. Bouncer let go of her hostages -who both fled into the corner of the room- to grab a piece herself.
"Pizza's at its best when its cold, it . . . what the hell is that noise?" The noise in question was a faint tinkling, like a coin rolling across the floor. The villains stopped their eating to cast around, Boomer looking to the ground when he felt something knock into his feet. The exploding man felt his heart drop when he recognised the grenade. He looked up to who he thought was a pizza boy, only to be confronted by the grinning Volt who had shoved his fingers into his ears.
"Ah, damn" the big rogue managed to get out before the flash bang exploded with a deafening burst and a blinding flash of light. The room burst into confusion and chaos, the villains struggling to understand what had happened while Volt fired bolts of lightning wherever he thought he had last seen the crooks before the world had exploded into white, knowing how crucial it was for him to keep the villains on the back foot until his allies arrived.
The furious sounds of the melee could be heard from outside, telling the heroes gathered there that it was time to strike.
Mistress Dizzy said
I dunno about anyone else, but the site's been real iffy for the past few days. It might be a matter of timing- maybe the site is down when someone's got the time to play, and then it's up but they have no time to check.
Yeah, I've been suffering that something awful right now.
MrD, do I have permission to 'control' the villains in my next post? Just gonna lead them into the bank, have them crowd Volt then have him ignite the flashbang, ready for the others all too rush in and save the day.
ah right, you meant in seven hours! Nae bother dude, We'll get something done at the weekend!
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