JimBob scrambles to his feet and attempts to straighten his Chin-Su costume. "Wow, the real life Flash!" he gushes, walking over to Greg and holding out his hand. "It's a real honor to-..." He stops and squints. "Wait, you're not Flash! You're the guy from the hot dog line at the Con. What're you doin' out here?"
Glancing up, he sees the other arrivals. "Nevermind, we got company." He assumes what he hopes is some sort of fighting stance.
It's a really wobbly, as in oscillating Slinky, kind of fighting stance. Moving fast while stretchy is hard!
The figure in red and gold drops to the ground near Chin-Su and fat Flash. He tries to do it in a cool, "summoned from a bolt of lightning" pose, kneeling behind his shield and rising slowly like a badass.
"Hey guys!" he gushes, out of breath from excitement. "Oh man. This is so great!" He looks around. "Where's the bad guys?!"
JimBob points unsurely at the new arrival. "Not you? You missed the Octosaur, which I think I must have killed somehow. Maybe it breathed through it's tentacles, and I managed to smother it. Which... also disintegrated it..." He frowns for a moment, and then nods confidently. "Yeah, that must be it. Anyhow, the name's JimBob Dunkleman. Pleased to meet'cha!" He holds out a still stretched-out arm for a handshake the consistency of warm chewed gum.
"I'm Quinn!" says the warrior, unreservedly taking JimBob's hand and shaking it with enough vigor to make it wobble so fast it blurs. "But you can call me 'The Peltast'! I mean we're in costumes and all (and I love yours, by the way, though I prefer her alternate pink one) so it seems like hero names are the thing, right? I mean, the ring gave us powers, so it probably wants us to act accordingly? I think that's best." Quinn has the mildly unnerving habit of making excessive eye contact, and he's staring earnestly and maybe a little too personally at JimBob. "Oh man. OH MAN! I AM SO EXCITED RIGHT NOW."
JimBob's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. Literally. It would be comical if it wasn't horrifying.
He seems to be having a little trouble with power-control at the moment.
"Cooool name! I hadn't really thought about it. I guess I'll stick with Chin-Su, for now. And yeah, her pink one is good, but it's not this slimming." JimBob stretches his torso until it's as thin as the ridiculously-proportioned video game character.
"Oh! Where are my manners? Over here is Flash. Or, New Flash? DadBod Flash? What're you going by, guy?"
For once, the Flash is unable to respond in time, because the other guy in the sky streaks down!
"Goodbye, Peltast! Goodbye, Chin-Su. Goodbye, New Flash or DadBod Flash! Me am Bizarro. Me am imperfect duplicate of Superman," he explains.
"And Superman get along REAL WELL with other heroes!" he says.
WHISSSH! His eyes glare blue and everyone freezes solid, covered in several inches of ice!
"Superman have heat vision!" Bizarro cries cheerfully.
It is perhaps unnecessary, but certainly harmless, to note that Ian, the Martian Manhunter, is invisible on a rooftop, and is NOT greeted, or iced, by Bizarro.
ReplyDeleteQuinn tries very hard to smile a greeting while encased in ice. He tends to think of Bizarro as a lovable scamp rather than a troublemaker. Also he's starstruck. Yes, even for Bizarro.
ReplyDeleteIf possible, I'd like Jimbob to pull his arms out of the ice like sleeve, and into his own body. Then push forward on just the ice in front of his chest with both arms, trying to break through.
ReplyDeleteThe Flash was already saying,
ReplyDelete"Oh great. Bizzaro! Hey Bizzaro!
Me am no afraid of you! Me am never going to run away from you, because you am worst hero of all time! Me am going to stand right here and fight you and never use super-slowness to take what you hate and put it into middle of ocean"
Greg then zips off in a blaze of crackling red energy in a straight light, and then hides.