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Adventures In The Bizarre

Bizarro hasn't been on the tail of end of such a nasty beating in a long time.

Then again, the supervillain never really saw it coming. For reasons known only to Bizarro himself, he decided to raid a local McDonalds, making off with not just a giant satchel of breakfast burritos but also a life-size statue of Grimace. He got ten feet into the air when a plasma blast knocked him to the ground, the Grimace statue shattering and his precious breakfast burritos quickly dragged away by an enterprising hobo. At that point, Bizarro had other problems to worry about.

"Me love you, horny gold guy!" Bizarro roars, charging down at Magog again. In response, Magog only plants himself firmly and waits for Bizarro to reach melee distance. After enough blasts, the big brute learned to dodge them, at least when he has time to.

By now, Magog's figured out something's up. He thought it was Superman when he blasted him from behind, but now he's not so sure. Superman was much stronger than this guy, and suffered no speech impediments. The chalk-white skin is also a giveaway. But whoever he is, he's dressed in Superman's livery, and victimizing people the way Superman did. Reid won't hesitate to put him down.

"Feeling's not mutual..." Magog growls, catching Bizarro right in his chalk-white jaw and bodily hurling him to the ground. Bizarro's eyes flash as he uses his ice vision, but Magog simply twists his head to the side, grabbing Bizarro's face and slamming it into the dirt roughly. Straddling the villain, he slams his face again and again. Bizarro struggles to rise from under him but can't throw off Magog's considerable weight. He has Bizarro pinned.

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Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 06:26 am (UTC)

A message from the Watchtower pinged on Tora's comms.

Disturbance involving Bizarro at a McD's near you, Tora. Need you to go check it out. Call if you need backup. Moments later Tora's in the air.

On the way over she has a quiet conversation with herself.

"OK, So this won't be that hard, right? Bizarro, strength of Superman, ice vision, heat breath..." A sharp turn around a building, startling a few people standing close to the windows.

"I can take him. Of course I can. Backup." A snort. "Like I'll need backup. Guy doesn't ever need backup."

A few moments pass, and Tora sees the familiar golden arches coming closer.

And the pileup on the ground becomes clearer -- Bizarro on the ground, getting held down and beaten on by a stranger.

Tora sets down on the low stone wall that lines the walkway out of the restaurant, and clears her throat, not sure of what exactly to say in this sort of situation.

Halt, evildoer!
You really ought to pick on someone your own size, buster.
Let that evil villain up off the ground so that he can fight you man-to-man.

She settles for a warning shot of ice above the guy's head.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 06:39 am (UTC)
Reflection

His hand grips Bizarro's hair, ready to slam the bloody face into the ground again, when a shard of ice cuts right across his field of vision, coming within inches of his face.

Reflexively Magog rises, coming to his feet quickly, lance in hand, one foot planted on Bizarro's back.

His assailant... a woman? His mind flashes to one of Alex Luthor's cronies, a woman named Killer Frost. But this woman... she doesn't look like Killer Frost. But then, maybe she's who Killer Frost will become?

Ice is gathered in her hands, her stature one of defense. Magog pulls his lance up, ready to meet her attack should it come.

"Who are you?" he demands, but before he can ask more, Bizarro throws him off. The black blood on Bizarro's face has dried, but he has no regenerative capabilities like Superman. Moreover, he's pissed.

"Freeze TO LIFE!!!" yells Bizarro, ignoring Ice completely. He opens his mouth and, dragonlike, unleashes a gout of flame upon Magog.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 06:45 am (UTC)

Reflexively Tora acts, a sheet of ice flying from her hands and in front of the flame, catching most of it before it can reach the other man. She hovers off of the wall and speaks to the stranger in gold.

"Back away from him! I'll have him taken up to the Watchtower and detained there." He'd been pounding Bizarro's head into the ground, and even though it would take more than that to have any sort of effect, it was an action that lacked empathy of any kind.

Edited at 2009-05-04 06:47 am (UTC)

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 06:57 am (UTC)
Golden Warrior

The Watchtower?

That earns her an incredulous stare. He should have known the Watchtower was still around, of course, but it'd been destroyed for so long where he'd been, he'd forgotten all about it.

Killer Frost was a murdering monster who took pleasure in using her powers to kill. Everything from this woman so far has been the exact opposite.

"I've got this... LOOK OUT!" Magog shouts, too late. Bizarro's fast, faster than him and faster than Ice. He closes in on Ice, aiming a chalk-white fist at her face.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:07 am (UTC)

He hits, and she goes flying, stopping abruptly upon hitting a nearby tree.

Breath whooshes out of her, puffing out as a gasp of white and snowy air.

This was a little more than she expected. And if the other man joins forces with Bizarro... Tora struggles to her feet, cradling one hand against her cheek, and takes back to the air.

She deftly swoops out of the way of another swing, and replies with a barrage of ice, piling up and around his feet to hold him still for hopefully long enough.

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A Few Hours Later...
Keifer David - Omen

Magog glances out the window, for the tenth time now, before returning to the coffee he's making for the girl.

After losing the kids, he took Tora to the safest place he could find - an old library, mercifully closed for the weekend. He has no illusions about the library's safety if the Superman doppelganger comes back - the doorknob snapped off in his hand when he tested it - but it's the closest safe haven he could find.

He laid Tora down on a sofa, and managed to find a blanket for her too. Thirty minutes have passed, and she still hasn't awoken, but at least her heartbeat is regular. She just seems to have worn herself out.

Sitting in an armchair beside her, he considers his next move. He still doesn't know what the bizarre Superman doppelganger was. Not Superman, he's pretty sure about that, but maybe some kind of student? This is the world he was born in, but it feels almost alien to him. The realization isn't a welcome one.

If this woman is with the Justice League, she probably knows Superman. But she reacted so vehemently against even his efforts to stop the false Superman. Can he really trust her?

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 11:42 pm (UTC)
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It's the smell of the coffee that registers first. And which causes some confusion -- Guy usually has coffee ready in the morning, but it wasn't morning, and last she can remember she wasn't at home...

Blearily opening her eyes, unfamiliar surroundings slowly come into focus. Books, dark shelves, a smell of dust and paper in the air -- with a gasp she sits bolt upright, clutching the blanket to her.

"What's going... Ohhh..." The room spins for a second, and Tora squints her eyes shut against the vertigo.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 01:20 am (UTC)
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Kiefer David - Pain

"Steady, don't try to move yet." He crosses the room in a moment, gently guiding her back onto the sofa. His left hand reaches out, finds the coffee, glad it didn't get the chance to cool, and lifts it to her lips.

"Drink this, you'll feel better." he urges her softly.

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Posted at: May 5th, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
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The cup burns hot against her lips for a moment until reflexively she blows on it to cool it, causing a thin layer of frost to appear around the rim.

A swallow, a few sleepy blinks, and she turns her head to look at him with some confusion.

"Who-- who are you?" She's poised, ready to attack if necessary, with one hand wrapped around the mug. Back muscles tense under his hand.

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Posted at: May 5th, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
Keifer David - Omen

He sees her hesitation, feels her tension, and he spreads his hands, showing he's unarmed. The lance can be seen over his shoulder, leaning against a wall, the golden helmet nearby.

The blonde man still cuts a fierce figure. There's a gun holstered near his chest, within easy reach, and out of combat his right arm can clearly be seen as the thing of gleaming metal it is. But as dangerous as he clearly is, his face is open and honest.

"My name's David... call me Magog." he says in introduction. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."

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Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
Judgment

At the mention of Bizarro, Magog's face breaks into a scowl.

"Yeah. After you thawed me, he turned tail and ran. Took a few shots at him, but I can't fly. So he got away."

He's clearly none too happy about that.

"Do we know anything about the guy? If we know where he's at, we can track him down, finish him off..."

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 10:34 pm (UTC)

"Finish hi-- kill him, you mean?"

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 10:44 pm (UTC)
Light of Justice

The scowl transitions into a frown. He'd let himself forget about Tora's actions during the Bizarro fight.

"What else would we do? Lock him up, he'll just escape again. Whoever he is, he's got all the powers of Superman. How can you keep a power like that contained?"

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 10:50 pm (UTC)

"If he escapes, he escapes."

His frown is matched by hers, as she crosses her arms and scowls back at him.

"We don't kill. Period. And if that's something you're going to have a problem with, then maybe I ought to call back up to the 'Tower and have you speak to someone there."

Even though there is a part of her that agrees with him, deep down and buried where it cannot escape.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
Judgment

He admires her idealism. But it got stomped out of him a long time ago.

"I'm not part of your 'we.' I didn't come back to join the Justice League. I came back to save it."

He picks up the lance again, preparing to go.

"I'm not going to ask you to kill. Just don't get in my way. You can tell the rest of the League that too."

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