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"Oh, y'know, same ol', same ol'. The Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, badly dressed zombies rising from the grave." Virgil replies, magnetically pulling a can into his hand.

Edited Date: 2007-11-15 03:35 am (UTC)

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"Woah, zombies?" Richie blinks. "Bro, you were in a Romero movie?"

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"More like the afterlife's version of What Not to Wear. Some guy brought a bunch of models back from the dead to get revenge on this clothing designer who fired him.""

Edited Date: 2007-11-15 03:45 am (UTC)

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Gear blinks at him. "You're shitting me."

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"I am completely serious Richie. Fashion nightmares as far as the eye could see." Static gestures outwards. "So, anything interesting happen while I was away?"

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"Not as interesting as fashion zombies, bro... It's been dead around here. Uh... so to speak."

The police scanner suddenly jumps to life.

"...Rainbow Raider spotted on East 27th Street," it announces. "Attacking random civilians..."

It's a good thing the scanner was programmed to turn on when it hears mention of superhuman activity.

"Dude!" Richie blinks, hopping to his feet. He slips his helmet on over his head as his backback clambers onto his back. "What's he doing out here?"

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Virgil groans "Richie..."

He grabs his coat when the scanner goes on.

"I dunno, but we'd better go check it out." Static throws on his uniform.

"How about we go welcome him into town?"

Edited Date: 2007-11-15 05:41 am (UTC)

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To say that he was attacking people randomly would be a lie of the most horrid proportions.

Roy G. Bivolo was not attacking random civilians.

He had a reason for what he was doing.

Really.

See, his ex-girlfriend of a half-hour ago had accused Roy of being gay and had broken up with him. Really, she had no reason to accuse him of any such thing. Well, okay, there was the fact that he called himself the Rainbow Raider, but really, his powers were light-based and had to do with the rainbow. What else was he supposed to call himself?

And so, angry that yet another relationship of his had actually failed to work out, Roy had donned his special goggles and was now tearing it up in a city far away from the Flash, attacking lovers with his powers, turning them against each other by painting them angry shades of red and black, or making them sad and suicidal by coloring them different shades of blue.

There were riots on the street, as well as wannabe emo lovers.

He hoped his ex was watching.

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"Yo, Van Gogh! Knock it off before I go Pollock on your butt!" Static flies onto the scene.

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Roy looks up at the voice to see a young African-American male appear on the scene.

Black Lightning has a kid? The hell?! Who is he? Black Vulcan?

Narrowing his eyes, Rainbow Raiders takes aim at the mysterious boy, intent on turning him green and calming him down.

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"I don't think so," Gear replies, moving in from behind the brightly-clad villain. He tosses a sphere towards the Raider, which, in mid-air, unleashes a coil of tentacles which reach for the Raider, intent on wrapping him up...

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Roy narrowed his eyes.

Another annoying kid.

He missed the first one by mere inches.

He wouldn't miss the second one.

He had to make this kid feel sick.

It was the best way to get the kid off of him.

He shot at him with a nice, strong dosage of jaundice yellow.

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Which unfortunately leaves him not looking at Virgil, who launches a blast of electricity towards the villain.

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Bzzzt!

"Augh!"

Roy falls flat on his face, thankful that he's wearing a mask to save his already less-than-fortunate looking face.

He struggles for a moment, still going through shock, and scrambles to his feet, readjusting his goggles.

Then, after shooting off two wayward blasts of vomit green and gloomy, depressing gray, Roy ran and ducked for cover behind the counter of a sidewalk cafe, trying to find a place where he could attack both boys while keeping an eye on both of them.

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"Man, who designed your costume? Colorblind Man?" Richie snickers as he moves, looking for an opening.

This guy is fast. He's used to fighting the Flash. He dodged one Zap-Cap... and he can probably dodge a second one just as easily.

But...

Looking around, Richie is hit with inspiration.

"Keep him busy, Static!" he announces, then rockets away.

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"Yeah, you've got even worse taste in clothing than the zombies I fought in New York!"

Static nods towards Gear, and starts circling around the Raider's hiding spot, pushing aside the counter and laying down some cover fire with his powers.

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Roy scowled.

They were mean!

"My costume's way better than a ton of the other ones out there. Have you seen Trickster's outfit? Or Pied Piper's? Or, good god, the Creepers?!" He was blasting a very sleep-inducing blue at Static now. "Those are tacky costumes!"

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"Their costumes actually fit their names. Yours just gives me the impression that you lost a fight with some paint cans" Virgil says, dodging the blast easily.

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And Gear is back, carrying the prize he left to retrieve.

A disco ball.

He catches the blue light with the ball, holding it just so.

Much of the blast is refracted, creating a harmless lightshow around them.

But one fragment reflects a portion of the beam directly back at the Raider.

"Take that, Macho-Man!"

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Roy stops and looks at the disco ball.

The disco ball.

His most recent ex-girlfriend loved disco.

She'd had a disco ball in her apartment too.

In her bedroom to be precise...

He was just starting to tear up when a ray of his own blue color hit him.

Thud! Thunk!

Snore...

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Static facepalms.

"...Macho Man? Gear, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Edited Date: 2007-11-16 05:38 am (UTC)

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"It's a disco song!" he insists, gliding down towards the sleeping Raider. "But hold your applause... because the amazing Gear isn't done yet!"

As he moves in close, his backpack releases from his back and climbs towards the slumbering form. "Backpack," he orders, "hack his helmet and release everyone who he's affected!" He pauses, then adds, "uh... other than him, I mean."

The AI backpack whirs a moment, extending a cable into the Raider's visor... and a moment later, people across the city begin returning to their normal color.

Gear turns back to Static and bows. "And the crowd goes wild!" He adds in the sound of a large crowd cheering.

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"I bow to your superior brainpower, oh master of the mechanical," Static syas while giving the said motion.

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He basks in the self-made adulation for a moment, then steps back to let the cops restrain the villain.

He leans over to Static while they watch the officers work. "Be honest. You're secretly in awe that I managed to take out Rainbow Raider with a disco ball."

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"Okay, yes. I am in awe. The disco ball was both brilliant and funny."

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