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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 21, 2012 10:14:15 GMT -5
OOC: M7, W3, D7. Open thread.
It was dark outside. Valerie could see her reflection in the cockpit glass, lit a dim green and blue by the instruments on the dashboard and tinted red by her visor. She’d parked the heli in a small parking lot next to a bait store with a tacky neon green sailfish hanging off its roof. A dozen feet away was a black stretch of water, almost mirror flat despite the overcast, starless night. The city lights lit the underbelly of the grey clouds a sickly orange color and occasionally the blurred outline of a half moon shone through.
The buildings around her were silent and unlit, although occasionally she could see the soft glow of a flashlight from some of the windows in the warehouse not too far away. Octavian had sent them to steal a something or another and she was just guarding the getaway vehicle for the time being. Back in her first gig she would have been with the rest of the goons, undoubtedly doing something exciting.
Valerie snorts at the prospect and leans out the door. One of the goons had been left behind with her, guarding the rear of the heli. She could see him with the dorky goon uniform, standing under the rotor, a gun under one arm.
“You got a cig?” she tosses at him, chuckling in amusement at the jump of surprise that elicited.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 21, 2012 16:00:56 GMT -5
Suddenly, there's a little man on the windshield, and while he's certainly not pixie size, he lands with a light 'plink' more suited to a bug than a full-sized human being.
Wednesday wasn't sure he could absorb the force of him hitting the helicopter when he jumped off the the bait store roof, and really, that could have had some hilarious and painful results, but his risk has paid off in the form of an absolutely bodacious entrance. He is so rocking this super-hero gig!
Rocking it in a flame-theme speed skating outfit - with his long hair braided, wrapped around his skull, and tucked under the hood - covered with orange boxer shorts, an orange crop-top with two B-shaped patches crudely sewn onto the chest, black gloves and goggles, and a pair of those shoes with all the separate little toes. Plus his handy-dandy utility belt, of course. A superhero's gotta have some pouches.
Having made his grand entrance - and seriously, he snuck around that fishy store and climbed onto it purely for the sake of doing that - he tugs an object out of his belt and slaps it against the cockpit glass with a grin as he slides down it. It's a children's playing card of some sort of fire-breathing lizard, which is easy to make out despite the dark given that it's started glowing with its own inner light.
Pushing off the helicopter he ducks and rolls away, awaiting the fireworks.
"Badaboom, baby!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 21, 2012 18:23:57 GMT -5
The ‘plink’ registers as a bug flying really hard into the cockpit window more than a human and when Valerie turns around, it was a bigass bug she’d expected to see. The gaudy orange man slowly sliding down the window catches Valerie off-guard enough that she just... stares.
And then he slaps a Pokemon card onto the glass and it’s glowing and he’s running away...
“Sh*t!” Valerie, a veteran of meta weirdness and being a meta herself, connects the dots and quickly scrambles hell out of her heli. The moment her boots hit the ground, she sprints toward the nearest cover-
She barely makes it, ending up behind a jersey barrier just as the helicopter goes up in flames with a deafening explosion. The force of it rattles her teeth even through her helmet. Pieces of metal and glass fly overhead and a thick cloud of smoke and dust chokes the air.
When it was all over, there was only the crackling of fire, the loud ringing in her ear and the frantic beating of blood rushing into her head. Val carefully turns and peeks over her cover to survey the damage and... Well, looks like their getaway vehicle wasn’t going to be their getaway vehicle anymore. The skeletal remains of the helicopter glowed orange in the fire that’d been ignited in its cockpit. A rotor blade snapped and fell off, bouncing once before ending up on the steps leading into the bait store.
Something bubbly and dangerous rises from inside her chest and the woman almost laughs. She muffles the sound behind her glove and keeps looking around. She then tries her radio but it seemed to be broken from the impromptu getaway.
The good news was she could see the goon peeking up bewilderedly from behind a bush. He spotted her too a moment later and made some frantic gestures. She waved cheerfully back to him and mouthed ‘call boss’.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 21, 2012 18:36:12 GMT -5
Wednesday Gilgamesh, aka Badaboom, doesn't care to smother his laughter, even though he put most of his bubbly feeling into the children's trading card - dangerous stuff, children's trading cards. Placing his hands on his hips, he throws back his head and laughs maniacally - no wait, villains laugh maniacally, Badaboom laughs heroically. Heroically like a hyena - and basks in the blaze of the now ex-helicopter.
He bets he makes a rather juicy target just standing there in the parking lot, hypnotized by the dancing flames. He hopes he does. He dares someone to shoot him. In fact, if nobody shoots him by the time he's done laughing he will dare them. Double dare them even!
Tonight is truly a good night to thwart crime.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 21, 2012 19:00:58 GMT -5
Valerie has a gun holstered against her thigh. The goon also has a gun and at the laugh, he hauls it up and takes aim, but she waves at him again and makes a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture. He gives her a decidedly odd look even through the orange visor.
‘Call boss’, she repeats, grinning as her eyes turned white. He seemed to get the message and disappeared into the bushes. She draws in a breath and holds it, focusing on the air around her.
A moment later, the burning corpse of the helicopter lurches forward with a groan of metal and the dull roar of hurricane-force winds. It rolls onto its side, warped metal screeching over the tarmac as it is hauled in Wednesday’s direction.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 21, 2012 19:38:52 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Wednesday shouts as wailing wind suddenly whips past him. He didn't expect them to shoot him with the helicopter, and for a moment he loses his zen-like happy state and his grip on his power with it. Wind buffets his body, threatening to send him tumbling and incoming helicopter right there.
Concentrating on the swirl of flames, fanned into a brilliant fury by the raging gusts, Wednesday manages to blank his mind once more, and though the wind continues to scream past his ears, the air stops moving the moment it contacts his skin. Then the helicopter follows suit, slamming to a sudden halt, as if it had hit a mountainside rather than a scrap of a man. Metal groans and fire cracks and licks his skin, but doesn't burn. Wednesday's blood fills with fireworks.
Calmly, he sidesteps the burning wreckage and lets it blow past him, a point of calm in a storm.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 13:41:12 GMT -5
So a hero wannabe or just crazy? Or both of the above? Or maybe a goon from a rival villain team; that maniacal laugh hadn’t exactly been heroic. Valerie arches a brow, watching the man stride through the maelstrom. Well, whoever this was could potentially be a bit of a problem.
The wind dies down as she stands, gusting out over the water and through the trees before fading into the quiet night. The bait store was on fire, the neon green sailfish looking decidedly less neon.
“Hey,” she says conversationally, dusting herself off as she swings a leg over the concrete barrier. “You broke my helicopter.”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 22, 2012 14:58:39 GMT -5
"Aw gee!" Wednesday says, rubbing the back of his head an pouting apologetically. That burning building sure lights up the area! "I'm real sorry, miss- you are a miss, right? You certainly missed me, haha! Well, no, wait you kind of didn't- Ahem!" Clearing his throat, he spreads his hands placatingly. "I'm real sorry, I can totally pay for that..."
Turning his frown upside-down, he stretches it out into another wild grin and puts his dukes up, bouncing from side-to-side on his toes. "...In ass-whuppin's!"
He feels amazing after the boost from that helicopter. Like a balloon full of bees! And the bees are full of nitroglycerin.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 17:22:45 GMT -5
“Well, yours ain’t the cutest ass I ever whupped,” Valerie says, taking a step back with a smirk on her face. “But I guess it’ll do.” She raises a hand and the bait store explodes into a vortex of wood, metal and glass as the wind rips through it. She clenches her hands and pushes the mass at him.
He stopped a helicopter from landing on him and made a card explode. Telekinetic? Energy director? It was better to find out earlier than later, and trying to overwhelm opponents with debris was generally a good way to find out.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 22, 2012 18:04:59 GMT -5
"No, see, I whup your-" Oh look, incoming debris! Wednesday quickly blanks his mind, throwing up his arms in front of his face, just in case. He gives a bubbly giggle at the soft brush of high-velocity debris coming to a sudden halt as it contacts him before dropping in a pile at his feet. Each averted impact is like a burst of carbonation inside him, and he's starting to feel a bit full.
Peeking up, he says, "Oy, you're supposed to wait until after I finish my hilarious comeback to attack! What kind of lousy supervillain are- ow!" A trailing bit of wood ricochets off his forehead, and he makes a mental note to himself: Concentrating and quipping at the same time is difficult. Time for a different strategy!
Stooping down, he grabs one of the chunks of woods piled at his feet, and begins to gift it with some of his sparkling effervescence. "And I'll have you know that mine is the finest rear in this arm of the galaxy!" That said, he tosses the now-glowing hunk of wood back at the strange, blustery woman.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 18:38:10 GMT -5
“Well, I was happy just bein’ a pilot. None a’ this stupid meta fightin’ villain nonsense.” She could just keep dumping things on him. He seemed only to be able to stop them, not necessarily move them. “But someone had t’ come along and ruin a perfectly nice heli and that jus’ really pisses me off.”
On the other hand, giving him more things to explode was probably a bad idea. A quick gust of wind redirects the glowing plank onto a distant roof. A loud crack later and the roof wasn’t much of a roof anymore.
Valerie quickly backs up, hands lifted in anticipation of more and considers her options.
“Well, if you got that fine of a rear you’re obviously usin’ the wrong superpowers,” she laughs in the meantime. “Terrible costume choice too. Chaps’d be much better!”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 22, 2012 19:05:13 GMT -5
Wednesday watches with fascination as Valerie deflects his improvised explosive, giving a little 'tee-hee!' as the poor bait shop explodes some more. He should probably feel bad about the poor owner, but he's not an especially good superhero. Maybe they bought meta-insurance or something.
"I thought about it," he replies, picking up another chunk of debris and idly charging it in one hand. "But I figured all the ladies and gents what couldn't keep their hands off my super-derrière would probably get in the way of fighting crime ya know? Pull!" With the shout he tosses the newly made explosive in Valerie's direction.
"And why the crust would you want to do something boring like that when you have wicked-sweet wind powers? You could, like, jump out of helis for a living! That would be super cool."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 19:32:07 GMT -5
“You’d think that,” Valerie snorts derisively and deflects that piece of debris into a tree. There was a park nearby. There probably wasn’t going to be much of a park anymore tomorrow. “But it ain’t like I even got a heli to jump out of anymore seein’ as a certain Mr. Fantasstic blew it up!”
Dumping a whole load of debris was just asking for trouble, but what if she used something he couldn’t hold? And could he pull the same trick with water as he did with the wind?
She had to find some weakness quick. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate and she was already feeling the first signs of fatigue burning through her arms. But she drags another massive gust of wind over the nearby water, pulling it up and over the docks in a massive wind-swept wave.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 22, 2012 19:53:09 GMT -5
"Whoops," Wednesday says as the tree burst into flaming splinters. Stooping for another piece of debris, he yells, "Hey, come on! Only you can prevent forest fires!"
He begins charging the chunk of wood - he'd go with metal, but he can't throw it as far. "Hehe, Fantasstic, good one... I mean, if you didn't want people popping your chopper, you shouldn't have been using it for nefarious purposes!"
Wait, what is she doing? Oh sh-! Wednesday can only stare at the approaching wall of water with eyes wide behind his goggles. Can't absorb energy, busy putting it in wood! He sucks in a breath of air right before the wave knocks him off his feet and sends him tumbling head over heels in the wash of water. The glowing piece of wood goes spiraling away from him to explode about half a minute later.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 20:19:42 GMT -5
The water washes over her knees, and Valerie grabs onto the concrete barrier, panting as she watches the wave crash through the parking lot. She utters a breathless laugh at the utter chaos of a scene, wiping the water spray off of her visor.
“Well, jeeze,” the woman marvels as the water drains away leaving fish flopping around over the tarmac. “Why didn’t I jus’ do that first?”
After a moment, she straightens up and trudges through the debris and water to see where her unfortunate opponent had ended up.
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