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gear_parts"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 05:58 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 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
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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Date: 2007-11-16 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 03:39 am (UTC)