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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.


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)

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.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:20 am (UTC)
Light of Justice

Bizarro's braying laughter is abruptly cut short when Ice dodges his second swing, and turns into an angered shout when she immobilizes him with an icy barrage.

"This will hold Bizarro FOREVER!" the villain shouts defiantly, inhaling for another gout of fiery breath.

And then the breath is abruptly exhaled in a cry of pain, as a plasma blast cuts into his chest. He is knocked free of the icy restraints, flying into and through a monument. Magog follows him, exhibiting surprising speed for a man so big, and continues the assault. Bizarro's down again, crumpled at the foot of a walkway, and from the top step Magog points his lance at him, heedless of the brute's pained yelling as he renews his own barrage on Bizarro.

"How does it feel?" he shouts down at Bizarro, not knowing or caring what his answer will be. "How do you like it?!"

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:24 am (UTC)

"What the..." Tora flies up behind him and attempts to pull the lance up, tugging on his arm.

"Are you trying to kill him??" Her voice is incredulous and full of surprise.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:37 am (UTC)

He's so surprised, he actually lets her pull the lance up.

"Yeah, what else would I be trying to do to him?" He says it so calmly, so easily, that there's no question as to whether or not he's even thought about whether it's right or wrong. Bizarro's a bad guy. And where he's from, you kill bad guys, before they kill you. To Magog it's just that simple.

Smoke rises from Bizarro's scorched body, but he doesn't get up. He's either unconscious or doing a really good job at faking it.

"He almost took your head off." He looks at her quizzically. "Is he someone important to you or something?"

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)

His tone, the utter surprise at being asked a question that to Tora should be easily answered, gives her pause, and she just looks at him, keeping one hand on the lance.

"He's... what we do is take him in and put him in a cell. We don't kill."

Over her shoulder he can see faces pressed against the windows of the McDonald's, children and adults gaping at the spectacle.

"Not like this, never like this."

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
Kiefer David - Omen

He follows her gaze, sees the kids gaping at them, not even half a block away. Kids staring transfixed in horror as he stands over a man who looks just like Superman, poised to murder him. It touches him somewhere he hasn't felt for a long time.

And yet...

He lifts his hands and pulls the helmet from his head, revealing his face fully to Tora for the first time. He's young, younger than his build would suggest. But his eyes seem older than the rest of him.

"You don't understand." There's an urgency in his voice that almost borderlines desperation. "That's why they win. Why they destroy the Watchtower. The Justice League. Everything you stand for."

Behind him, Bizarro stirs.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 02:47 pm (UTC)

Her confusion only grows at this statement, adding to an already surreal afternoon. Almost without thinking her hand cups his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin lightly, almost as if she wishes to smooth away the hurt.

"But you're wrong." Tora's voice is quiet, everything in her focusing on him with those blue eyes searching his face. "The League... I'm part of the League. They represent everything that I stand for."

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
Kiefer David - Pain

He flinches at her touch, clearly not used to the contact. If there were any lingering doubts about her identity before, they're gone now.


And then... he feels it. A warmth, like the sudden rush one gets from hot chocolate on a cold day, spreading from his cheek where she touched him, down to his arms. Dazed, he wonders a moment if the sensation is a conscious act on her part... but she's stumbled back, and she looks confused as well. Did she feel it too?

The feeling... he's felt it somewhere before, and it takes him a moment to place it. The day he lost his arm... no, the day he got his arm. His new one. The power he felt then, barely conscious... it's the same power he's feeling now.

Unfortunately for Magog, he's forgotten about Bizarro, and the bloodied villain takes full advantage of that. He barely has time to form an expression of surprise as he's suddenly encased in ice, catching a full blast of Bizarro's ice vision right in the back.

Behind the now-frozen Magog, Bizarro floats into the air, wiping black blood from his lip and grinning a yellow-toothed grin.

"Bizarro am never number one!" he shouts triumphantly, clenching his fists as he prepared to dive down and finish the immobilized Magog off.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)

Blue eyes suddenly flash to silver, and Tora flings out her hand, releasing a thick spike of ice that hits Bizarro square in the stomach, driving him backwards and into the side of a minivan. Steel crumples and the windows shatter into showers of sparkling glass.

She turns to face Magog, and with a muttered word and a flick of fingers the ice flows away from him and slides along the ground back to Bizarro, encasing him in the same manner.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
What I Have Wrought

It took a second, maybe two at the most. Alertness returns to Magog's eyes as the ice recedes, and he whirls, ready to return Bizarro's attack in kind...

Only to see that the chalk-white villain is on ice, literally. He looks back at Tora, who looks none too good - pale (well, paler), and winded. He starts to ask if she's all right, when he hears the all-too-familiar sound of ice shattering. Magog whirls, pulling his lance up again. He's just about had it with this guy.

But then, to his total astonishment, Bizarro turns tail and runs. He doesn't even look back or offer a parting shot - just turns tail and flies away, his cape between his legs.

"Damn." he mutters. The false Superman was a tough foe, and his escape only means that he'll have to face him again one day.

He turns back to Tora. "Are you okay?"

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 10:34 pm (UTC)

She can only look at him, blinking those shining silver eyes slowly, swaying on her feet.

"Bróðir?" There is a strange tonal resonance behind the word.

"I..." What little color left in her skin drains away and with a sigh she falls, eyes closed like she has fallen asleep.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
A Step Too Late

The woman gets out one word, then crumples, and Magog quickly catches her. She's so light in his arms...

He's interrupted by his reverie by the sound of cheering, and turns, utterly shocked to see a small crowd has gathered, clapping and showering the pair with words of encouragement. He's utterly on the spot, and the deer-in-the-headlights look is priceless.

Rather than face the crowd, he takes off further into the park, quickly losing the few fans who decide to try to catch up to him.

The last thing he or his unexpected companion needs right now is an entourage.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 11:20 pm (UTC)
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)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

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)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
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.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

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.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
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."

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 03:01 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

She stays as she is for another moment, tensed and ready to bolt. But there's something there, something that tells her that she's safe.

Both hands wrap around the mug, and she takes another sip, relaxing back onto the couch.

"My name's Tora. It's nice to meet you, David."

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 04:19 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
Keifer David - Omen

Satisfied she's not going to attack him, Magog takes another peek out the window.

Still clear. He returns to Tora on the sofa, standing by the armchair.

"That guy I was fighting in the park... you know who he is?"

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 04:39 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

"I do. That was Bizarro. He's a duplicate of Superman..." Cocking her head to one side, she seems puzzled. "It's a little odd that you don't know who he is, actually. I don't suppose you've been hiding under a convenient rock for the past decade... or two?" A dimpled smile as she sips again from the coffee -- having determined that he's not going to try to hurt her, she's going to make herself comfortable.

Edited at 2009-05-05 04:39 am (UTC)

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 05:04 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
Keifer David - Omen

"Ah..." Tora hit awfully close to the truth there, and while he's pretty sure she's not a double agent, he's still not sure he can trust her yet. No matter what Superman did, here he's still a hero. Or at least believed to be a hero.

"I lived on a farm in Iowa." he confesses, preferring to go with as much of the truth as possible. "Didn't get out much."

Better to steer the conversation back to less treacherous waters. "You said you were part of the League, right?"

From the armchair he picks up her phone, emblazoned with the symbol of the League. It's still flashing.

"I'm surprised they haven't sent someone after you by now, to be honest." Well, now it's clear why he's been checking the windows.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 05:23 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

"Oh no... how long was I out?" One hand is outstretched for the device.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 06:41 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
Wash It Away

"Just under half an hour."

He seems to hesitate for a moment, but he gives her back the device.

In truth, he wants to ask more. To find out who's on the League with her. To ask about Superman. But he doesn't want to do anything that might cause any more trouble. He reminds himself that this isn't the world he came from. He can't just charge in and beat Superman to a pulp. He has to be careful. He's here to stop the future he lived from happening, not to create a worse one.

Donning his helmet again, he looks back to Tora on the couch. He can hear a tinny female voice from her machine. Sticking around would almost certainly lead to another fight. He picks up his lance, planning to leave before she finishes her call.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 07:27 am (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

A blue light blinks in her ear as she flips open the device and listens for a moment.

"No, I'm fine. Bizarro got away, though." Another pause. "No, there's no need. I'll be fine." A glance over at her rescuer as she listens.

"I'll make a full report, sir. Thank you." The device is snapped shut and clipped back onto her belt.

"You don't have to worry -- they're not going to send anyone to look for me now." He seems to be trying to leave, presumably to avoid interaction with anyone else from the League. And this makes Tora a little curious.

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...
The Atoner

Well, damn. Caught dead to rights. He looks somewhat embarrassed to be put on the spot.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? That Bizarro thing we fought might come back..."

His attempt to make an excuse is painfully transparent. Deception is clearly not Magog's forte.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 04:56 pm (UTC)
Re: A Few Hours Later...

"I'm pretty sure he's not going to come back. I mean..." Looking down, she tries to remember what exactly happened, frowning as she thinks.

"What exactly happened? I remember talking to you, something about the League, and then it all goes fuzzy. Did-- Did he get away?"

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

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)

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."

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 11:18 pm (UTC)

"I can't let you do that, I can't stand by and watch you try to kill him."

If this is where he's going now... Tora takes a deep breath and stands, setting the coffee mug down and tossing the blanket over onto the couch.

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

"I can guess that wherever you're from, you've had to learn to react with lethal force."

Wherever, or whenever.

"But if that is what you are about to go and do... I have to try and stop you. I'm sorry."

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
What I Have Wrought

"I'm not going to fight you." he says bluntly. "You still haven't recovered from expending all that energy in your last fight. And you're not my enemy."

He understands her convictions. But he has his own.

"The Justice League aren't my enemies either. You're the world's light. I'm just making sure that light doesn't go out."

David walks away, not looking back. He's wide open, should she choose to call the bluff.

Posted by: Tora (toraolafsdotter)
Posted at: May 5th, 2009 11:38 pm (UTC)


I can't stop you.

Her voice is quiet, just loud enough for him to hear if he stopped.

"I can't fight you. Can't and--and won't. So let me go first, and I won't know where you go."

Tora steps towards him, stopping by his side to look up into his face. Again, she reaches up, strokes across his cheek with one hand. Smoothing away whatever it is that she can see there.

"If-- if you need someone... leave a message for me at Warriors. It should be pretty easy to find."

Edited at 2009-05-05 11:39 pm (UTC)

Posted by: David Reid (newtomorrowman)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 12:10 am (UTC)
Wash It Away

He nods. Allows her to come close, doesn't flinch this time as she runs her hand down his cheek. Feels a rush of remorse course through him at the callous way he acted, when it's obvious all she wants to help.

She just doesn't know how high the stakes are. And for her sake, she won't know. He lost his faith in the defenders of justice; she doesn't have to.

"Thanks, Tora." he murmurs quietly, lifting his hand to her own cheek, ever so briefly. His human hand. He lifts that hand to her, holding it tightly for a few moments.

Then he drops his hand and in a few steps is gone from the roof, leaving Tora alone with her thoughts.

Well, not just her thoughts.

Left in the palm of her hand is a worn dime, composed from gold rather than silver. The date emblazoned there is 1946, and the face is that of deceased President Franklin Roosevelt - the man who organized the very first incarnation of the Justice Society of America.

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