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"Soooo..." Richie kicks back in one of the chairs he's made, which immediately begins massaging his back while grabbing an ice-cold Coke from the fridge with a long mechanical arm and handing the beverage to him. "Now that you're back... how was New York, bro?"
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Date: 2007-11-15 05:07 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-15 05:39 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2007-11-15 05:17 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-15 05:50 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-15 05:55 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-15 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-15 06:04 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2007-11-15 06:24 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-15 06:31 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-16 04:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-16 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 05:16 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-16 05:27 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-16 05:38 am (UTC)"...Macho Man? Gear, what the hell is wrong with you?"
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Date: 2007-11-16 05:45 am (UTC)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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Date: 2007-11-16 06:11 am (UTC)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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