@Blackstripe I mean this would be a rework of the first character I put on NuGuild about 5 years ago, but go off.
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I suppose I was expecting something more confrontational.
No need to edit, really. We can always substitute in my favorite writing trick: if you don't know how to progress a scene, have someone burst in with a gun.
Or we can have aliens attack or something. Up to you, all the same to me.
I'm still working on a second character. I know I want to do something more magic, but my current two concepts are a chaos space wizard, or a magic pharaoh disguised as a rap star.
No need to edit, really. We can always substitute in my favorite writing trick: if you don't know how to progress a scene, have someone burst in with a gun.
Or we can have aliens attack or something. Up to you, all the same to me.
I'm still working on a second character. I know I want to do something more magic, but my current two concepts are a chaos space wizard, or a magic pharaoh disguised as a rap star.
@Blazion Unsure. "I'm going to keep you on our porch until you give me a thesis dissertation" isn't giving me a lot to work with.
Feel like I've written myself into a really boring corner with Zeka. It's also worth noting that he doesn't actually constantly exude dangerous radiation, he just has a passive amount of low-level radiation. No worse than you'd get from being a plant worker.
January 1st, 10:28 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space
Zeka ignored Grim's weak joke and immediately pressed her to business. "This is the Justice League, yes?" His voice, heavily tinted by a Russian accent, had a distinct sense of artificiality to it, but besides that sounded like a fairly typical adult man. "If I am understanding correctly, your organization's mission is saving the Earth. This may have evaded your notice, but the Earth currently fares quite poorly. I have come to discuss this."
He looked about, briefly glancing at the Green Lantern who was doing... something. Turning back to Grim, he clapped his hand to his forehead in a show of forgetfulness. The gesture made the sharp sound of metal striking metal. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am part of the Joint Institute for Nuclear Research, project code 0302007. My friends call me Zeka." He stuck out his black, glassy hand, offering a handshake.
Justice Station, Space
Zeka ignored Grim's weak joke and immediately pressed her to business. "This is the Justice League, yes?" His voice, heavily tinted by a Russian accent, had a distinct sense of artificiality to it, but besides that sounded like a fairly typical adult man. "If I am understanding correctly, your organization's mission is saving the Earth. This may have evaded your notice, but the Earth currently fares quite poorly. I have come to discuss this."
He looked about, briefly glancing at the Green Lantern who was doing... something. Turning back to Grim, he clapped his hand to his forehead in a show of forgetfulness. The gesture made the sharp sound of metal striking metal. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am part of the Joint Institute for Nuclear Research, project code 0302007. My friends call me Zeka." He stuck out his black, glassy hand, offering a handshake.
Conceptualizing a chaos mage character. Not quite a villain but possibly an antagonistic character.
Anyway yeah poast so we can get on with our lives.
January 1st, 10:27 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space
Zeka did not have a chance to respond in any way to the glowing green man that flew up alongside him next to the space station before the exterior airlock opened. Waiting within was the most curious thing; a man wearing some sort of metal suit that resembled a dog. He had always been told that Americans were extravagant and eccentric but this seemed to push beyond even that.
Stepping into the still-spaced airlock, Zeka noticed the green man speaking to the dog-head-man. Did he have some kind of communicator that Zeka could not see? He was reliant on speaking normally, as he couldn’t carry a communicator of his own. Hopefully he could get that across to the two of them.
Looking between the two other men, Zeka tapped at his throat, trying to indicate that he could not speak in the vacuum of space. To emphasize this, he mouthed some meaningless syllables. The vocalization did not carry, but the small burst of radiation from his open mouth caused a brief electromagnetic feedback over their communication channel, sounding like harsh static.
Justice Station, Space
Zeka did not have a chance to respond in any way to the glowing green man that flew up alongside him next to the space station before the exterior airlock opened. Waiting within was the most curious thing; a man wearing some sort of metal suit that resembled a dog. He had always been told that Americans were extravagant and eccentric but this seemed to push beyond even that.
Stepping into the still-spaced airlock, Zeka noticed the green man speaking to the dog-head-man. Did he have some kind of communicator that Zeka could not see? He was reliant on speaking normally, as he couldn’t carry a communicator of his own. Hopefully he could get that across to the two of them.
Looking between the two other men, Zeka tapped at his throat, trying to indicate that he could not speak in the vacuum of space. To emphasize this, he mouthed some meaningless syllables. The vocalization did not carry, but the small burst of radiation from his open mouth caused a brief electromagnetic feedback over their communication channel, sounding like harsh static.
Will have a post up today. Conceptualizing my second character. Thinking of perhaps a psychic space-wizard.
Yeah I don't know who else is strictly part of the Justice League that wants to get in on the hullabaloo in space before I respond.
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