Vina gives a half-smile and adjusts her Thanagarian space scanner to register/track yellow energy as Sinestro prepares to fly away. Do Thanagarians ever act as parole officers? she muses.
"So hey," Quinn turns to Chin-Su, "I don't suppose you've seen a jackass dressed like Joker flying around anywhere?"
"All's well that ends well, I guess," Ian says, materializing with extinguisher in hand.
"Still, didn't we put that guy in the Ghost Zone? I guess we're going to have to find out if the Watchtower does have holding cells. Also, some place to hold this," he says, brandishing the Aquaman icon.
It has a strange shininess to it, as though one could look deeply into its surface into another realm of possibility. The Batman icon, which Lady Hawk is currently holding, and the Cyborg and lightning-bolt icons, which are still strapped into the ruins of Libra's machine, have that same sheen.
And several of the heroes' cell phones are chirping, indicating a news bulletin which your software thinks is important to see.
Two, actually:
FLYING MAN INVADES WASHINGTON -- A man flying at Superman-like speeds was shot down by jet fighters near Washington, DC. After shooting down the jets with heat vision, the man demanded to know the way to the White House, eventually finding someone who knew the way. He is now approaching the White House which is defended by tanks and battlesuits. President Luthor is believed to be inside.
METROPOLIS FREEZES SOLID -- Thick sheets of ice have formed over downtown Metropolis, trapping thousands of bond traders and stockbrokers inside their Tower Street offices. Metro Police have been turned back by gigantic mosquitoes, the size of jumbo jets.
"You're right about the Ghost Zone. Sinestro can definitely get out of it, and so can any villain with a decent grasp of the scientific method." So says Vina, a 20-something blonde dressed in a LOTR elf outfit of the woodsy variety. She has some futuristic equipment as well as a standard bow with odd arrows. She's farm-girl fit. "I'm Vina. Or, Lady Hawk, I guess. On our way back from a con when this happened..."
ReplyDelete"Who wants to go where for the next one? We'd best make it snappy... maybe my Thanagarian equipment knows something about these guys..." She checks it for villains who can do a lot of ice and/or command giant insects. Don't suppose Sinestro made a line to to the White House, did he? She was tracking him.
"I guess I should introduce myself as well. I'm Ian, the not-Martian Martian Manhunter." Ian changes back to his original form, which was a constant fixture at sci-fi and fantasy conventions selling hand-carved replicas. Kind of thin without the artificial muscles.
ReplyDelete"Of the two, I'd rather go to Washington. This sounds like a real life 'Take me to your leader' situation, so we could be talking about actual aliens!" Lost on him perhaps is the fact that he just witnessed a red-skinned alien fly away hardly a minute ago.
Chin-Su greets Vina the way he greets all attractive cosplayers - he curtseys his Chin-Su costume and delivers an extremely-awkward "M'Lady."
ReplyDeleteRegarding the task at hand, he looks around. "Can we maybe do a powers-check and figure out who would be most useful where? Because I can say from experience that I'm not much good against ice. Speaking of, I am Chin-Su;" he pats his beer belly three times, then ties himself into a knot. "The soft pretzel!" Untying himself, he continues: "I might be able to do something about those mosquitos, though..."