Ian's distraction seems to be working. Quinn figures it might be better to let it play out. His decision definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he just took a severe beatdown.
He slowly approaches whatever part of JimBob is closest, as carefully and quietly as he can. He will then rub his hands together to try and generate some heat, and thaw out his ally. Hopefully Ian can keep Bizarro occupied, and/or the sounds of traffic and panic and buildings collapsing will cover any noise he makes.
Jimbob MELTS.
Which would be horrifying, if he didn't just get right back up again.
The unsuspected horror-causing angle of Jimbob's powers has yet to be fully explored ...
"Hey," Quinn whispers to the JimBob puddle-turned-man-in-girl-clothes, "can you imitate people? You know, look like anyone? Like, say, Superman?"
Jimbob reconstitutes into a man-like shape. "Haven't really experimented with colors..." he says uncertainly. "I'm sure there's some scientific combination of stretching and layering that I could manipulate that. For now, the best I could do is probably Superman in a pretty blue dress. Alternatively..."
JimBob aims a pointer finger at Bizarro. He's going to attempt to stretch a single finger straight into Bizarro's ear (the "safe orifice") and poke his brain. Hard.
Meanwhile,
Ian tries a gravelly voice to imitate the villain he heard cackling only briefly.
"Bizarro, you lummox!" he says, hoping this approach doesn't get him smashed into paste. "You took long enough dealing with those heroes."
"Ahem. The next step is cl-er... vague. Bizarro, what I am about to say is not important at all. You must forget every word I say. You see, it is important that you return to Libra's hideout as quickly as possible! You must fly faster than you have ever flown before. And you must not stop for any reason! Do you not understand?"
Jimbob pokes Bizarro in the brain, hard.
"Clear as mud, Crowy!" he giggles, and floats off the ground. He is flying very, very slowly, pausing frequently to look around, or sometimes for any reason.
Quinn relaxes. It looks like the others have this figured without the need for any brawn. He stays put, observing the area.
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ReplyDeleteScarecrow, er Ian, displays the trident icon, so that Bizarro won't complain again about not having it. Flashing both JimBob and Quinn a hand signal, he retreats towards the gym, waiting until Bizarro is out of sight before reaching for his phone to see if he can call Vina and Ray to let them know they were successful. Does he have a message from Greg?
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