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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: 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?"

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