amstard
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 15:05:48 GMT -5
Sentient identified as "Reed" located. Fluctuations in DNA suggest that he has modified his appearance at the genetic level.
<<All right>>, thought Torch as he flew through the air...but with no blue aura this time. He spotted a store sign below him. <<Oops! Got to make a stop!>>
Knock, knock.
As the door was opened, a young man, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt stood outside it, holding a quart of mint chocolate chip and a quart of cookies-n-cream ice cream.
"Good evening! I hope I'm not bothering anyone..."
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Post by gg on Feb 26, 2010 15:33:48 GMT -5
OT: omigosh he remembered the ice cream hehehehehehehehe
Booster grinned appreciatively, "Seelie? I see, said the blindman." It was the last thing he had to smile at that night.
He threw a worried glance at Skeets when Red mentioned that Oracle probably even had access to their bank accounts. Skeets hurriedly threw in some reassuring words over the comm link. Booster leaned back against a crate, heels crossed and arms akimbo, watching the conversation like a game of pong.
Oracle shot from the hip, Red appeared trying to score, and Blue.... well, he just seemed way too Green, in many ways.
But what really made Booster see red was the explanation for all the covert measures. "A rogue group of oustiders? Outcasts, I imagine," he used his private comm link to converse with Skeets.
"The Oracle - "
"And our town?" he silently replied to Red's impassioned channeling of Thornton Wilder, "This isn't my town."
"All the better, sir, they don't know you here, they haven't kicked you out yet?"
"Aww, Skeets, she wants to make us laughingstocks - or worse - grunts and Star Trek red shirts; let us do the heavy work and let the big guns swoop in when the dust has settled and take all the credit, all the while we are no doubt being mocked and I am sure unfairly compensated. It's Max all over again!"
"I would never compare slime like Maxwell Lord to the Oracle, Michael."
"That's not what I'm saying, Skeets, it's just - "
"I know," he descended to the floor and picked up the fallen business card with a retractable pincer.
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 18:43:38 GMT -5
Reed's House
Owen opened the door, a leg of fried chicken in his mouth. He looked at Tim, and than he spied the ice cream. He took the leg of chicken out of his mouth, and than looked at Tim again.
"They deliver ice cream now. .? Or was I not imagining the ice cream talk in my head?" He grinned, and gestured with the chicken leg, allowing Tim entrance to his simple home.
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 19:08:19 GMT -5
Tim walked into Owen's house, shaking his hand.
<<My name is Tim...but my friends call me...Tim.>>
"Good to see you! Thanks for inviting me over. I didn't know your family was going to be here!"
Tim disengaged from Owen and walked over to his host's mother.
"Hello. It's good to meet you. Your son has told me so much about you...but he neglected to mention how good your cooking is! I could smell it from down the hall...oh, where are my manners? I'm Timothy Ferguson, and I work with your son..."
Subject is employed in the Gotham City Hospital Emergency Room.
"...down at the hospital!"
"Oh, goodness...are you a doctor?" she asked.
"Oh, no, no...I'm the coffee boy."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 19:24:58 GMT -5
Owen grinned, and fought to keep from laughing. "Apparently he also now delivers ice cream. Thanks Tim. Help your self, there is chicken in the kitchen." He takes the ice cream and leads the way into the kitchen.
Owen's mother, who had come back over once she realised Owen had a visitor, smiled at Tim and extended her hand. "I am Anita Richards. Owen's mother. My boy has said many a times how the coffee shops large white chocolate lattes have made it possible for him to keep going." She scrutinized Tim carefully with her eyes. "Hmm. Handsome lad. Tell me, any cute nurses or baristas at the hospital have their eye on my boy?"
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 19:47:14 GMT -5
Tim grinned hugely, noticing a chance to cause good-natured trouble for his new associate.
"Oh, there have been a few...but there's this one...Redhead, glasses, real smart, computer whiz." He glanced sidelong at Owen, and continued. "She hasn't said anything...but you know how one can tell sometimes..."
Tim shrugged then. "So, tell me about him as a child. He obviously wasn't always this epitome of life-saving manliness, now was he? Bring out the embarrassing baby stories!"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 26, 2010 19:48:31 GMT -5
The Basement
Seelie smiled to Booster, watching him converse with Skeets and not interjecting for much of the conversation before finally speaking up. "Who says outsiders have to labor in secret? I mean... look at the old Grey Ghost show. Everyone loved him in spite of him not being all bright and in whatever his world's version of the Justice League was. I'm sure we could play working from the shadows for just the right amount of notice... remember those old Who Is The Batman headlines from when Batman was first getting started?"
The Kyle Residence
Barbara Gordon wheeled out of the elevator. Only two high-class twits staring at my chair as if it were Doomsday, and only one of them spoke to me as if I couldn't understand speech at a normal speed. Overall, a good ride in the elevator of a high-class residential complex. She brought her chair to the door of Selena's penthouse suite, lifting herself a bit from it to press the doorbell button. Please be home, Selena. I don't want to wait here...
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 20:15:40 GMT -5
Owen's House
Owen's face went bright red, and he would of buried his face in the bowl of ice cream he was making if he didn't think it would freeze his face.
Anita, however, suddenly looked sullen. "Owen. . Was sick a lot. He spent most of his time in the hospitals, and didn't have time for the normal embarrassments." Tears came to her eyes, and she withdrew a lace hankerchief from her back pocket and dabbed her eyes.
The Kyle Residence
Moments after the bell rang, a melodic tune, Barbara Gordon heard the padding of several tiny feet. Than she heard the padding of much larger feet, and than the familiar clicking of heeled shoes. "Who is it?" Selena asks over the intercom. Once she realised it was Barbara, Selena opened the door.
Selena was dressed in a white dressing gown with matching feathered robe and matching heeled slippers. Her Bengal tiger, always at her side, was purring contently as he rubbed his head against Selena's pristine gown.
"Barbara. Welcome. You hardly make the effort to come and see me. Have you ever came to see me?" Selena asks, a bit of humor in her voice. "No matter. Come on inside. And don't worry about Raheem. He's as harmless as a kitten." She scratched the tiger under the chin as she sauntered away from the door, allowing Barbara access to the whole studio penthouse. A brown tabby jumped onto Barbara's lap and began to purr incessently. "Now, that's Indiana. He get violent if he's not patted. He likes it behind the ears."
Without asking, Selena makes two drinks. Fruit juice cocktails over ice. She than brings them over to her coffee table and settles herself on her chaise lounge, Raheem settling his head on her lap, keeping an eye on Barbara.
"Be honest. This is not a social visit, is it Barbara?" Selena Kyle stated frankly, though a bit of disappointment was noted in her tone.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 26, 2010 20:26:39 GMT -5
The Kyle Residence
Barbara stroked the kitten slowly, paying close attention to the spots behind his ears. "Raheem is harmless as a kitten when you're around and relaxed, Selena... he's a beautiful animal, however. I've always admired him." She took a sip of her drink. "I should be here to visit more often, frankly... I have a habit of isolating myself, and you're one of the few with whom I am comfortable."
She sighed. "But you're right. This isn't a social visit. I need your help, Selena."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 20:45:19 GMT -5
Kyle residence
Raheem's ears perked up when Barbara said beautiful animal. In response, he lifted his head from Selena's lap and made his way to Barbara's side, lifting his paw and placing it on her lap like a puppy asking for attention.
Selena watched the tiger, a tender expression on her face. "Raheem likes you. That's a good sign. What do you need help with, Barb? I'm not into web design, so I assume its either feline related or deals with the capes and tights crowd. And I know you don't have cats."
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 21:07:13 GMT -5
Notification. Subject's DNA indicate various congenital defects, including immuno-deficiencies, bone structure defects, and hormonal issues. These DNA fragments have been deactivated by the supplementary DNA previously detected.
"Ah. Well, I'm sorry to bring up such a sore subject. I'm glad he seems to have recovered so well. Anyway, I'm not sure if he told you, but we have an...employee's meeting in about an hour, so we should get going...right, Owen?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 26, 2010 21:35:18 GMT -5
Kyle Residence
Barbara nodded. "Though maybe I should get a cat. But, no, this is capes and cowls." She sipped her drink, then carefully worked Indiana's claws back out of her blouse which he'd dug them into. "I've put together a new team... Booster Gold, a Blue Lantern, an invulnerable man, and a mage. They have the skills needed, but I need someone who can lead them on the ground, who can keep things under control without bruising their egos. I think you're the one for that job, Selena... the one to lead the new Outsiders."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 21:56:33 GMT -5
Owen's House
"Oh? A meeting? OH! A MEETING!" Anita squealed, obviously delighted. "Oh of course! Take a quick shower and hurry up! Bring that ice cream too, be friendly." Anita winked at Tim. "And maybe that redhead will be there. Invite her to coffee, don't be pushy!!" She demanded, and than made her way out of Owen's place and went back to her own.
Owen looked down at the bowl of ice cream he had just made with regretful eyes. ". . ." He than looked up at Tim. "I'll hop in the shower, and than we can head out. Looks like I don't have time for ice cream." He grins, still looking a bit sad and disappeared into a room off the hallway.
The Kyle Residence
"Barbara. I work alone. You know this. I should have a sign that says does not play well with others. And Booster Gold? Are you planning on paying him? I doubt he'll stick around otherwise." Selena Kyle says softly, than takes a sip of her drink. Her words might say no, but the tone of her voice suggests she just wants a bit more convincing.
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 23:11:47 GMT -5
As Owen got up to go take his shower, Tim called to him and said, "Hey, man. We've got time. Eat your ice cream."
He shook his head, laughing. "Anyone who doesn't have time to sit and eat their ice cream is overworked. It's our first day on the payroll...you don't want to be overworked already, do you? You'll be dead of a heart attack in 2 years!"
Then he seemed to consider what he had said.
"Instead, you can be dead of alien invasion, or massive bio-engineered plague, or nanorobot invasion, or the consumption of the very universe itself! Much nicer ways to go!"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 27, 2010 13:16:40 GMT -5
The Kyle Residence
Barbara considered Selena's words. "I know that you normally work alone, but... too many people doing that right now. There's more that can be done with people working together, and you've got the experience and discipline I need for this." She took one more sip of her drink. "I have to go soon, to meet the others at the headquarters I've established. I could give you a ride."
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