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Threads from this post can be made game canon if players agree upon it. To facilitate this, this log has no new arrival prompt. Please see the PREVIOUS CONFLUENCES for general ideas as to how characters may have arrived. New characters will be arriving with the March 27th arrival log.
For players who do not want to thread out an arrival, they may backdate their characters' arrival to a previous Confluence. These characters were not picked up by the transportation spell used by the Alliance. These characters will have been living on their own for the last few months, so please address this in the 'Brainstorming' section of the application.
metaheroes! As the game is invite-only, please bear in mind that new players must have an invitation from a current player to apply. Interested players who do not know anyone in the game can reach out to the mod team HERE to request an invite for the March app round. These invitations will be processed the day before reserves open. However, no invitation is necessary to play on the this test drive.Threads from this post can be made game canon if players agree upon it. To facilitate this, this log has no new arrival prompt. Please see the PREVIOUS CONFLUENCES for general ideas as to how characters may have arrived. New characters will be arriving with the March 27th arrival log.
For players who do not want to thread out an arrival, they may backdate their characters' arrival to a previous Confluence. These characters were not picked up by the transportation spell used by the Alliance. These characters will have been living on their own for the last few months, so please address this in the 'Brainstorming' section of the application.
01. METASTRAVAGANZA — everywhere.
Things haven't been the same since Confluences started again. The last two months have been more exciting than the last twenty years! The skies are full of new heroes, the day is saved and threatened by unfamiliar faces, the media is having a field day trying to report on every single new face while companies try to snag them for brand deals.
But not everything in this world centers around costumed combat. Today is a perfectly normal day and you're tasked with the most dangerous mission of all - leading an every day life. Maybe you go to a perfectly normal job to maintain your secret identity - or maybe you've already abandoned that, living full time as your metahuman self.
The sun is shining, and even in the early hours of the morning, parties in the DOWNTOWN STREETS of those CITIES STRUCK BY THE RECENT CONFLUENCES are disrupting the reconstruction efforts that have gotten well underway. These parties celebrate meta efforts to save the day! The streets are full of booths selling food and hastily made knock-off toys of the newest heroes who haven't yet put a copyright on their costume.
But not everyone looks so thrilled about this celebration. Many people look disgusted at this celebration of metahumans interrupting their commute to work, muttering under their breath about what a pain in the ass metahumans are and how much destruction they've wrought in these few short months.
Meanwhile, school-aged metas board the bus to LOFTY HEIGHTS META SCHOOL, hidden somewhere in the sky. There, in-between learning about grammar and punctuation, they are trained to use their new abilities ... Notably, when powers training arrives, the new arrivals outshine the metas native to this world. Very few seem to have any powers on par with the new comers.
Later in the day, the Student Council holds an assembly dedicated to the responsible use of powers. They award any students who have helped save the day with accolades — as well as detention for skipping class to help out as an unlicensed hero. Whoops!
Maybe you should just skip today.
But not everything in this world centers around costumed combat. Today is a perfectly normal day and you're tasked with the most dangerous mission of all - leading an every day life. Maybe you go to a perfectly normal job to maintain your secret identity - or maybe you've already abandoned that, living full time as your metahuman self.
The sun is shining, and even in the early hours of the morning, parties in the DOWNTOWN STREETS of those CITIES STRUCK BY THE RECENT CONFLUENCES are disrupting the reconstruction efforts that have gotten well underway. These parties celebrate meta efforts to save the day! The streets are full of booths selling food and hastily made knock-off toys of the newest heroes who haven't yet put a copyright on their costume.
But not everyone looks so thrilled about this celebration. Many people look disgusted at this celebration of metahumans interrupting their commute to work, muttering under their breath about what a pain in the ass metahumans are and how much destruction they've wrought in these few short months.
Meanwhile, school-aged metas board the bus to LOFTY HEIGHTS META SCHOOL, hidden somewhere in the sky. There, in-between learning about grammar and punctuation, they are trained to use their new abilities ... Notably, when powers training arrives, the new arrivals outshine the metas native to this world. Very few seem to have any powers on par with the new comers.
Later in the day, the Student Council holds an assembly dedicated to the responsible use of powers. They award any students who have helped save the day with accolades — as well as detention for skipping class to help out as an unlicensed hero. Whoops!
Maybe you should just skip today.
02. SEEDY UNDERBELLY — central city.
Central City is a hard place to live. The city is in almost constant peril, with constant power vacuums in organized crime and city government being filled by worse and worse people. Despite having the Guardian Alliance stationed at its center and doing their best to uplift the people and their citizens, the city suffers from a corruption so deep that it seems to be baked into the very concrete.
The Alliance does what it can to make the city a better place but it's a bandaid over a bigger wound. Because the nigh constant metahuman-centered destruction is the source of so many of Central City's problems - meta organizations are often the last resort for its people. Still, the Alliance makes sure to keep heroes on hand to punch muggers as well as run soup kitchens. Their healers provide healing free of charge, and many of their psychics are trained therapists who use their powers to soothe the citizens' many traumas.
But the real power in the city is held by people like FRANK KAFKA, a crime lord with a finger in every pie. Both guilds leave Kafka to his own devices because he officially possesses no metahuman abilities and he avoids any dealings with them. Tonight, his goons are running their favorite extortion scheme with a twist. A group of them marches through a run-down street, shaking down vulnerable families and businesses for protection money. If an individual resists, the gang threatens to bring the spectre of newly created metahumans down upon their head. Though Kafka himself is not present, his goons will give up his location under enough pressure.
The Alliance does what it can to make the city a better place but it's a bandaid over a bigger wound. Because the nigh constant metahuman-centered destruction is the source of so many of Central City's problems - meta organizations are often the last resort for its people. Still, the Alliance makes sure to keep heroes on hand to punch muggers as well as run soup kitchens. Their healers provide healing free of charge, and many of their psychics are trained therapists who use their powers to soothe the citizens' many traumas.
But the real power in the city is held by people like FRANK KAFKA, a crime lord with a finger in every pie. Both guilds leave Kafka to his own devices because he officially possesses no metahuman abilities and he avoids any dealings with them. Tonight, his goons are running their favorite extortion scheme with a twist. A group of them marches through a run-down street, shaking down vulnerable families and businesses for protection money. If an individual resists, the gang threatens to bring the spectre of newly created metahumans down upon their head. Though Kafka himself is not present, his goons will give up his location under enough pressure.
03. NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM — excelsior.
With how often the city is destroyed, one wouldn't expect the MUSEUM OF EXCELSIOR to get much in the way of priceless artifacts, but the museum's basement vault is one of the most well guarded facilities in all the country. Practically impenetrable, it stores every conceivable relic of value. But today, thanks to some villainous meddling, there's a lapse in their security that aligns perfectly with the planned time for the changeover of an art exhibit, affording some enterprising thieves a chance at millions of dollars in priceless artwork.
Heroes affiliated with the Guardian Alliance are asked to patrol and keep these relics safe, while the members of the Society of Villainous Reformation are called upon to pay favors forward by getting in their way. As the untested new kids on the block, player characters draw the short straw and are sent in pairs to complete their task, regardless of whether it's to steal these artifacts or guard them.
Villains, now's the chance to get rich quick! Heroes, protect these treasures from falling into the wrong hands!
Heroes affiliated with the Guardian Alliance are asked to patrol and keep these relics safe, while the members of the Society of Villainous Reformation are called upon to pay favors forward by getting in their way. As the untested new kids on the block, player characters draw the short straw and are sent in pairs to complete their task, regardless of whether it's to steal these artifacts or guard them.
Villains, now's the chance to get rich quick! Heroes, protect these treasures from falling into the wrong hands!
04. DINOTOPIA — excelsior.
Confluences are back.
And that means new unaffiliated supervillains are running rampant in the streets, causing the kind of directionless, clumsy chaos that the Guild typically frowns at. A little mischief is good if it serves as distraction for a heist, but this is...
Well...
This a very large velociraptor with human arms standing in the middle of Excelsior. If anyone asks, he calls himself DINO DAN. But why would you ask when he's busy transforming people into dinosaurs - or partially into dinosaurs - using his aptly named Dino-Ray? The people of Excelsior are used to a lot of chaotic shenanigans, but this is a little much even for them. The newly transformed dinosaur-people are losing themselves to their instincts and charging at bystanders. Of those that retain (or regain) their senses, some appear strangely delighted to have this new experience, while others wail in horror at their lost humanity.
As heroes line up to stop him, he'll tell anyone who listens about his displaced rage and the revenge he seeks on an unfair world that let him turn himself into a dinosaur. Not surprising, out of an Excelsior local. However, confronted by metas who can stop him, Dino Dan hooks the Dino-Ray on his belt and grabs a second ray-gun. Anyone he shoots with this one disappears with a comical POP!
Those unfortunate enough to be hit by this ray will find themselves standing in a land before time, right beside a research station. Those clever enough to pull out their cell phones will notice that they still have reception, and rule out time travel.
In addition to clippings of ancient and extinct plants, characters who venture inside will find a half dozen prehistoric humans have apparently been displaced through time and held captive in Dino Dan's remote island research station. If that wasn't obvious enough, his research notes suggest the use of time travel — though like all other dimensional travel, it stopped working in January.
Characters may trigger a trap in the research station and find themselves also temporarily transformed into reptiles, or they may take it upon themselves to rescue the poor folks this mesozoic maniac has been holding hostage! Whatever the plan: if he's causing havoc in the city, that has to mean there's there's a teleporter in his lab to get back. But there's no shortage of Guard T-Rexes blocking the path.
And that means new unaffiliated supervillains are running rampant in the streets, causing the kind of directionless, clumsy chaos that the Guild typically frowns at. A little mischief is good if it serves as distraction for a heist, but this is...
Well...
This a very large velociraptor with human arms standing in the middle of Excelsior. If anyone asks, he calls himself DINO DAN. But why would you ask when he's busy transforming people into dinosaurs - or partially into dinosaurs - using his aptly named Dino-Ray? The people of Excelsior are used to a lot of chaotic shenanigans, but this is a little much even for them. The newly transformed dinosaur-people are losing themselves to their instincts and charging at bystanders. Of those that retain (or regain) their senses, some appear strangely delighted to have this new experience, while others wail in horror at their lost humanity.
As heroes line up to stop him, he'll tell anyone who listens about his displaced rage and the revenge he seeks on an unfair world that let him turn himself into a dinosaur. Not surprising, out of an Excelsior local. However, confronted by metas who can stop him, Dino Dan hooks the Dino-Ray on his belt and grabs a second ray-gun. Anyone he shoots with this one disappears with a comical POP!
Those unfortunate enough to be hit by this ray will find themselves standing in a land before time, right beside a research station. Those clever enough to pull out their cell phones will notice that they still have reception, and rule out time travel.
In addition to clippings of ancient and extinct plants, characters who venture inside will find a half dozen prehistoric humans have apparently been displaced through time and held captive in Dino Dan's remote island research station. If that wasn't obvious enough, his research notes suggest the use of time travel — though like all other dimensional travel, it stopped working in January.
Characters may trigger a trap in the research station and find themselves also temporarily transformed into reptiles, or they may take it upon themselves to rescue the poor folks this mesozoic maniac has been holding hostage! Whatever the plan: if he's causing havoc in the city, that has to mean there's there's a teleporter in his lab to get back. But there's no shortage of Guard T-Rexes blocking the path.
Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
[Kon waits until they're out on the street to divebomb them, to avoid wrecking the interior of a shop. Then he yells for everyone to take cover, sending bystanders scattering indoors.]
[Kon hits the thugs with superspeed first because he's not as durable as usual. His natural Kryptonian invulnerability is gone. Fortunately, a few of his other powers are intact, like his superspeed, and of course his ever-versatile, always impressive ~*tactile telekinesis*~.]
[There's always a risk that guns aren't what they look like, and he can't afford to bank on his usual invulnerability. If it turns out they shoot energy blasts or something, he'll be vulnerable. Besides, as cool as it is to do the whole bit where you stand there and let bullets fwaping off your chest, you always have to worry about ricochets. This area is too crowded with civilians, even if they're hiding indoors now.]
[So he disarms them all at superspeed first, breaking their weapons, noting that he's a lot slower than usual, too. One of them manages to get several shots off and the bullets graze an arm and a leg. (Not un-survivable but...bad. Being slower is not good.) He walks it off. After he stops moving, he tosses the last twisted weapon to the side.]
So what were you saying about the new metas showing up? 'Cause all of us being on the side of a bunch of a thugs is news to me.
[He lays on the speed again to knock out a few of them, then holds the last one aloft by the collar. The mook kicks at him futilely.]
[They mentioned something about a boss named Kafka. Kon's not a reader; most of the literature in his head was programmed in by Cadmus nerds (which means fantasy and sci are a little disproportionately represented, because...nerds) but he has a few of the classics rattling around his head. Cadmus wanted a well-rounded little Superman robot.]
What did you say your boss's name was when you were shaking that humble shopkeep down? Kafka? Pretty appropriate name for a roach.
[Nice and thematic.]
You might want to tell me where he is. Unless you want to be the one to get the boot.
[He's mostly cleaned shop here (kinda literally), but if he finds out where this guy is, he'll probably need some backup tracing the scum to its source. Then he'll deal the head gangster a mighty blow...]
[...by surveilling the place a little with his super-hearing and X-ray vision, so he can bring what he sees to someone a lot smarter than him. It's been a long time since he's been dumb enough to just cannonball through a gang leader's roof. They never go away to prison without solid proof. If he tried to just punch his way through it, he'd never hear the end of it from Robin.]
[Still, even if you're not going to Kool-Aid man through a wall, it never hurts to have backup while you're sneaking around, so you don't get jumped. Anyone that wants to help him find the mob boss's base and snoop can jump on board the Justice Express, toot toot.]
003 - Open the door, get on the floor
[There are a lot of dinosaurs. There are so many dinosaurs.]
[At least this isn't as bad as the time he and his friends crashed in their plane on Dinosaur Island. This is fewer dinos, so it's way better than usual, he thinks, as he sneaks behind some cars to try to get an opening to jump the dino guy without getting hit with a ray gun. With only his TTK protecting him, ray guns = bad.]
[Right then he hears the tiniest scritch scratch of a claw against the sidewalk, and turns to see a velociraptor has snuck up on him right in his blind spot. She still has a purse haphazardly caught on one arm and the tattered scraps of some Jimmy Choos on her feet. One of the poor bystanders.]
Clever girl.
[The dino pounces on Kon, biting his arm so hard he can feel the sustained pressure despite the teke. That was one of the downsides of TTK vs. the raw Kryptonian invulnerability that had kicked in not long before he joined the Titans. Sure it gave him a hard candy shell, but there was still a gooey center. King Shark had always been able to bite down hard enough to bruise him, and even break through and reach skin.]
[The dino can't quite manage it but between that and kicks with toe claws, she's leaving Kon in a bit of trouble. He keeps trying to punch her but he's got a bad angle and she's stubbornly holding on. It seems like she won't let go unless he really hurts her, which he's trying to avoid.]
Let! [Punch.] Go! [Punch.] This! [Punch.] Is! [Punch.] My! [Punch.] Only! [Punch.] S-jacket!
[This leather jacket (with an S-shield patch on the back, natch) survived Gemworld and he doesn't intend to allow it to get wrecked now. He'd have to give the thing a Viking funeral after all they've been through together.]
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Tim isn’t exactly following Superboy around Central City, but this is definitely an official unofficial joint patrol. They don’t know the city, and it’s some weird Gotham/Metropolis hybrid. Metahumans everywhere, but no one’s taking on the base problems. Protection rackets aren’t splashy.
So when Kon swoops in on the thugs, Robin follows the scattering civilians into the shop, scooping up a kid to get him inside faster when the gun goes off. ]
Is there a back door?
[ Tim hands the little boy over to his mother, who nods and gestures to indicate where it is. He checks the store and tries the door - the alley beyond looks clear. ]
Stay towards the back of the shop and stay down. If anything else happens, go out the back and take the alley to 3rd, get lost in the crowd.
[ He heads back out into the streets quickly while Kon makes very helpful suggestions about how the last man standing should point the way to the fat roach at the top. Takes in the men in individual heaps on the ground. Kon’s leg is bleeding, and it absolutely shouldn’t be.
That’s about the end of Tim’s patience for tonight. ]
You know what helps me when I can’t think? A little - perspective.
[ He glances up to roof of the shop, and resumes fitting the downed goons with flex cuffs. ]
And making sure the brain’s getting enough blood flow. Very important.
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[Kon flies up and finds a convenient open alley, rather than doing it over the edge of the roof visible from the street. He doesn't want to scare the locals by dangling a dude where they can see. Intimidation is for bad guys, not innocent people who are already scared.]
It's a bad day for you because we're doing bad cop, bad cop today. I'm not normally a dangling people off roofs kinda guy...
[He tosses the dude so he can grab his leg and floats over the drop, dangling him upside down.]
Buuuut there were little kids in that crowd so I think I can make an exception.
Tell me who sent you or you're going to have a very close and intimate relationship with the pavement.
["I ain't telling you nothin,'" says the mook, with that full Gotham-esque mobster drawl. Classic.]
[Kon drops him and then catches him again. The thug yells in alarm.]
You sure about that?
["You're a superhero. Or with the other guild. You can't -"]
Well, see the thing is, I'm still a free agent. I haven't really signed on for either of the home teams yet. [His eyes glow with little sparks of red.] So try me.
[The red eyes push him over the edge. "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you! Just please don't drop me!" He sings like a canary after that, giving away his boss's location.]
[Kon feels vaguely guilty. This tends not to be how Superman handles most things, but... he isn't Kal. And his patience has run thin when it comes to the local mob running a racket like this. In Gemworld, he had to constantly run off the local thugs from Lophi's farm, because they were always pushing for collection money for Lord Opal. Lophi didn't deserve that and Martha especially didn't deserve people taking food out of her mouth.]
[(Man, he misses them both.)]
Guess the ground isn't gonna get a new friend after all.
[He flicks the guy in the head with just enough teke for a minor KO. He's learned over the years how to avoid any serious head trauma. It'll just be nighty-night for a few minutes, long enough for Robin to truss him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.]
[He returns and tosses the guy on the pavement, none too gently but not enough to cause any serious damage.]
Turned out he was feeling chattier than he thought.
[He finally eyeballs the grazes, wincing. They don't hurt that much, but they really shouldn't be there. On top of losing his natural invulnerability, his teke requires so much direct concentration now. Using superspeed at the same time made that concentration a bit harder.]
[God, if he winds up being all Ultra Boy about this and only being able to really use one power at a time, it's gonna suck.]
[He takes some bandages from his pouch and focuses on his leg first, just tying it right over his costume.]
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[ Tim will be bad cop, although it's definitely simpler to let Kon handle it. That took so much less time than it would've taken Tim. He checks the last guy's pulse and, satisfied that he's fine, cuffs him, before moving him to the sidewalk with the others. All nice and neat with their heads carefully turned to one side. ]
Do you want me to look at your leg while you tell me where we're going?
[ He frowns at the bandage job, which is going to have to get removed when Kon changes, isn't remotely sterile, but Tim left his kryptonite sewing needle in his other universe so it's not like he can do anything besides tie a better wrap. ]
We need to find the bullet.
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[His teke shouldn't be the only thing defending him, but...welp. It is what it is.]
[He uses his TTK to tie off the bandage on his arm, as well. Otherwise he'd have to get help or use his teeth.]
[He looks around to see if he can spot any bullet holes.]
What do you need the bullet for? CSI stuff?
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[ Because he's supposed to be invulnerable, and Tim doesn't want to adjust his plans because of things like "The universe downgraded Conner's powers." That doesn't even make sense; they've been to other universes - plural - and Conner was fine. It's annoying. (It's terrifying.) ]
CSI stuff if I ever get the right equipment. Short term, I don't want to leave your DNA if it can be avoided.
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And my teke is weaker. I have to focus a lot.
[He knows it's not what Tim wants to hear.]
[He scans the nearby walls with X-ray vision and then goes over to two little pockmarks, pulling the bullets out with his teke.]
Normally, I'd say you're being paranoid about the DNA thing but it feels like if you're a meta it's illegal to just exist in this world.
[Having to sign onto a government registry like some kind of creep and being forced into a guild rather than choosing makes it feel a little like his entire existence is illegal. He's always had a rebellious streak and he's considering somehow just...not doing it.]
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(And he's been pretty scowly.)
Tim gives him a long look. The scowl and mask can't fully cover the worry, and then he presses his mouth into a thin line. They are going to train until he's figured out what Kon's new normal looks like, if they're here for more than a week. ]
That's because it essentially is. And this?
[ Tim is shaking out a plastic bag that he pulled out of his utility belt, waving it at the goons. ]
Is definitely illegal.
[ He holds the open bag out for the bullets to be dropped in. ]
Welcome to "we were never here."
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[He voice goes hushed in fake awe.]
Woooow, I'm a secret vigilante now. Fading into the night. When do I get my domino mask and subterranean training regime?
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Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
Until there is.
Right behind him.]
So, what's your plan here?
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
Dude.
[But other than that, he doesn't yell. The other dude isn't attacking him, so he must be another hero and -]
[Okay, the suit. The suit is new, but the theme is super obvious. Bat ears, all black, a symbol that looks a bit like a mix of Nightwing's and Batman's, but in Robin red...]
My plan is to use my X-ray vision, superhearing, and superspeed to basically case the place without getting caught. So I know where any shady stuff is in his base or can overhear any plans for illegal biz.
Then I'm gonna hightail it to some people I know that are way smarter than me and used to fighting mob guys like this so they can take him down in a way where he can't wiggle out of any charges.
[He is not clever enough to put away guys like this. Not without guidance from someone like Agent Makoa. But he is smart enough to find out some useful stuff to pass to someone like Robin.]
PS, who are you? It's obvious you're one of the bats, but I've never seen you before.
[Maybe he's someone that popped up while Kon was stuck in Gemworld? Or came into the picture because of all the time reboots?]
[When he turns a little more so Terry's got a better angle, he'll see an S on Kon's chest. Unless he's seen Kon/Clark's version in the history books, the one Terry's possible seen in his time is a lot more stylized and monochromatic, though.]
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
I'm Batman.
[He's not going to explain anything about how he's Batman, especially not to some guy he met on the street. Even if that guy is apparently Kryptonian and wearing the old S-shield. Speaking of which...]
What's with the retro Superman-slash-fashion disaster outfit?
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[He's been too lazy to update it and hasn't gone back to the super t-shirt in part because of Match running around causing trouble waring it, and partly because it's comfortable to go around in your jimjams.]
Secondly, how's this symbol retro? Big Blue's sporting one just like it as we speak.
Thirdly, you're not Batman. [He effects a really good Batman impression, definitely recognizable to Terry.] Batman talks like this and never smiles ever.
[He drops the impression.]
Plus, between Bats' ears [He holds his hands up to his head and points both index fingers upward, then points to the design on Terry's chest] and the Nightwing vibe, you look like a dollar store knockoff action figure that merges two other real toys.
[Batwing. Nightman.]
You're a Teenage Mutant Power Ranger.
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
[People giving him grief for not being Bruce was old hat by now. Not that it didn't annoy him, but they had bigger fish to fry.]
Superman, at least where I'm from, hasn't worn that symbol before I was born.
Now, do you want to take this guy down, or do you want to keep doing this all night?
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
[Kon shakes his head.]
I've been eyeballing the place since we started talking. There are too many lead pipes to get a good look from outside. I need help getting in.
But we're being sneaky, okay? Robin'll kill me if he finds out I just busted down a wall and tried to solve it with my fists.
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
[Terry activates the suit's camouflage.]
-now you don't.
Re: Superboy / Kon-El | DC Comics
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She's clearly not a fan of your fashion sense, brah.
[It was Kon, but the look wasn't one he remembered, even if it did start to look like the old one.]
Need a hand?
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[That's a yes on needing a hand.]
Also, bee-tee-dubs I am so glad you're here.
[He punctuates his words with more punches.]
You - know - I - hate - this - interdimensional - bullshit.
[And it's way less of a pain in the ass with a friend.]
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[Bart glances around, and soon zips off to come back with some heavy-duty cord that was being used to rig up stuff at a nearby construction site, and blurs back.]
Think I can lasso a raptor-lady in Prada?
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[The repeated punching is because she won't let go and he's not willing to hit her harder in case he hurts her.]
Please stop talking and start channeling the embodied consciousness of a Texas rodeo already.
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[A quick knot and twist to create the lariat and Bart has it spinning and released right at the once and future fashion plate. Then he lets the coil continue to slide through as he starts wrapping her up in a way that should hopefully keep things under control until the ray can be reversed.]
Did you miss the other dozen of me leading the charge?
[He isn't usually this casual about using his scouts, not since Apokalips, but he isn't about to let people get transformed when he has instant crowd removal as part of his skillset.]
get on the floor
Animals move on instinct instead of logic which limits her abilities as well, but she's learned one very true rule. Everything reacts when you hit it in the face. A sudden black blur slams foot first into the 'raptor causing it to release Kon as it screams in pain.
Cass jumps back watching for another attack.]
Need a hand?
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[He throws up both hands in delight.]
'Eeeeey!
[When he puts his hands down again, he sends TTK along the ground to knock another raptor over.]
How are you? S'been a while! How's the alternate dimension treating you?
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Alternate dimensions and the idea of multiple timelines are so far beyond her.]
Lots to catch up on. Not here. Not now.
[Banter is one thing. All the things she wants to say to him and hear from him would take too long.]
Taking down the dino people comes first.
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You're right, let's clean up shop.
We need to go to the source and get that dude's dino gun or whatever. See if there's a reverse button.
[That means sneaking up on him.]
You're better at being sneaky than me. How about I go big, bright, and loud and give you a diversion so you can clock him?