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gear_parts) wrote2007-11-14 07:23 pm
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Meanwhile, At the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude...
"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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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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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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"...Macho Man? Gear, what the hell is wrong with you?"
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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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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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