They were in the middle of gathering people for that rabbit run, right? Do they get stored down in the main base to?
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Well that seemed incredibly pertinent to what he was just thinking.
He looked to Light, and shrugs again. Something had apparently moved the scheduled up quite bit. He stood up, threw on his hat, and made his was over to the community fridge to grab a bottled water and a whole carton of orange juice. Then he tore of the top the same way most people would open up a cereal box and stuck his whole beak into the opening to lap the liquid up. The water he tossed to Light. What he was doing was crude, embarrassing, and probably wasting a lot of orange juice, but if he was going into combat he needed to be hydrated.
When Light left, he'd follow her to the helipad.
He looked to Light, and shrugs again. Something had apparently moved the scheduled up quite bit. He stood up, threw on his hat, and made his was over to the community fridge to grab a bottled water and a whole carton of orange juice. Then he tore of the top the same way most people would open up a cereal box and stuck his whole beak into the opening to lap the liquid up. The water he tossed to Light. What he was doing was crude, embarrassing, and probably wasting a lot of orange juice, but if he was going into combat he needed to be hydrated.
When Light left, he'd follow her to the helipad.
I'm just waiting for someone to sound the alarm.
He put two talons on the table a mimed walking to show that he was mostly out and about. That was the whole point, being out amongst normal people. He kind of wished he had more opportunities to fight crime, because you didn't find crime while out walking around nearly as much as comic books lead you to believe. Sometimes the council would call, turn him on to a crime in progress, but unless it was Meta-crime the cops were usually better equipped to handle it so that didn't happen often.
He'd never really had anyone swing by and give him a mission, send him jetting off to someplace out of town. He supposed he didn't have enough local stuff under his belt yet.
He'd never really had anyone swing by and give him a mission, send him jetting off to someplace out of town. He supposed he didn't have enough local stuff under his belt yet.
Bristlebane grinned, "Well from what I can see." he said thoughtfully using his tongue to free the last vestiges of food and swallow. "We got some guys who want One Piece over there." Bristlebane said pointing at the Silver Eyes. "We got some uppity newcomers who managed to make just about everybody mad." this time pointing at the La soul Pirates. "And pretty soon here some marines are gonna show up and they're probably gonna bring at least a high ranking lieutenant or something. So you should probably bail before that happens." Bristlebane said finishing his quick summary.
This was a lot to take in, at least until the pirate blew everything up ans screamed run. He really didn't have anything to fear from the Marines, he wasn't a pirate, but he also didn't want to risk getting trampled. He looked over at Bristlebane. Was he a pirate? Probably. But he'd tried to compliment him on his cooking, and that was something that Remy couldn't forget. "This way! Let me handle everything." He said, taking off past the ruins of the execution platform toward the row of buildings behind it. He gave his makeshift wok a spin before sending it careening through one of the buildings windows, where it spun to a stop on what looked liked a writing desk.
He was lucky. It looked like everyone had taken off from work on account of the commotion in the plaza. He leaped in through the window and took cover as he listened to the panic outside.
"Sure fing boss." Drubbins replied, taking up his tuneless whistling again.
It was slow going. He had to shuffle to avoid stepping on any of them, barely picking up his feet as he moved, but they eventually reached the house that Saha pointed out to him. Stopping his whistling, he sucked in his breath and yelled out at the house, "Oi! You was the ones what wanted dogs?"
It was slow going. He had to shuffle to avoid stepping on any of them, barely picking up his feet as he moved, but they eventually reached the house that Saha pointed out to him. Stopping his whistling, he sucked in his breath and yelled out at the house, "Oi! You was the ones what wanted dogs?"
So, it seems like Olivia has popped this cork two weeks early. There's no way the SWAT team dosen't roll in on the terrorist cell when they start flying around throwing light at people in the open.
Light found a table for the two of them to sit at, and while there was a couple agents interested in the pair, most ignored them doing their own thing. Light pointed out this fact and explained that she is here all the time so the non-meta agents were used to her. And she also pointed out if they were scared of Owlman and his... interesting... eating habits they wouldn't be agents in the first place because they'll see far, far worse.
"But I'll tell you, it sucks not being able to use most technology." Light said, glancing at the few agents having fun texting on their phones. "No computers, I've gotta use a 50's remote for my TV, and I can't play video games! No internet or video games makes me very angry sometimes." She finished, puffing a bit of smoke out of her mouth as she exhaled. She recomposed herself soon after while she a waffle.
"But I guess being a superhero is pretty cool. You should come on one of my missions when a zombie virus pops up. You'd probably enjoy it, I know I do! Zombie parts, everywhere!" Light said, a bit too excited while she remembered the mission she was assigned to 8 months ago when a town in Sweden fell out of contact with the rest of the world and she found a town of zombies. She began explaining the story, complaining at times about some weird zombies she had fought, one of them that ate her for a good couple of days and the like.
When she was done, she asked Owlman if he had any good stories or something.
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The Owlman did recall a fond encounter with what he supposed counted as his nemisis, The Goatman. What he thought must be a homeless guy that lived in the park, the Goatman had the lower body and horns of a goat and had been terrorizing the area for months. A mugger and carjacker, his MO had been to leap from the park onto a passing car and beat on the roof until they stopped and got out. Anyone who didn't run got a swift kick to head before he'd either loot the car of all its valuables or just take the whole thing.
It must have been fate that The Owlman had been taking his evening stroll and caught sight of one such incident, and from there it had been a fight. One hell of a fight, actually. Shirts had come off. Wings had come out. That scraggly hobo had really been able to jump, charge, and kick. One of his wings had been broken in the scuffle, which lead to a really long and awkward recovery process, but he'd torn enough holes in his leathery hide that blood loss took him down.
He still got letters from prison vowing revenge when he got out. He really wasn't sure how to feel about that, but he knew it wasn't supposed to feel as cool as it did.
This was of course all mimed out by, for example, making finger horns and throwing mock punches between strips of bacon ripped to pieces and messily devoured by his beak.
Got writers block.
If you find yourself in a corner have a man burst into the room with a gun in his hand.
"Oh... fun." Light said, watching Owlman's reaction as he pointed to a phrase in his book. "A smart phone would work just as well too I'd think. You can at least use one." Light said, giving him a playful raspberry.
Remembering why she chased him in the first place, she asked. "Why don't you bother staying in the cafeteria? Socalize a bit? Its fun!" Light said excitedly at first, then trailing off with "Well, until you turn them into a living cartoon and they run away from you in fear. But don't tell my fans that. Though knowing a few of them, I'm sure some would like that..."
The Owlman looked at his big wicked talons and tried to imagine texting with them, or what they'd do to a touchscreen when applied regularly. If Light was trying to make him laugh she would have succeeded if it didn't required active effort on his part to do so.
He nodded in sympathy at her comment about weird fans. He'd dealt with some people who were scarily into owls, so he could imagine what someone who was really famous had to deal with when it came to freaks and weirdos. Thinking more about her, he relized he was lucky. His strangeness didn't have a chance of rubbing off on someone else. Maybe it was this thought that prompted him to hang around a bit. He nodded his huge head again, and followed her back into the cafeteria.
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