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The New Guy (DC Comics Quest)

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[X] "Thanks. You said I would have been in the hospital for months, and, judging by what you said about Floros, it hasn't even been a day. So thanks, I appreciate it."
-[X] "Also what the hell was with that dragon roaring at me?"
 
[X] "Thanks. You said I would have been in the hospital for months, and, judging by what you said about Floros, it hasn't even been a day. So thanks, I appreciate it."
-[X] "Also what the hell was with that dragon roaring at me?"
 
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Issue 1, Part 3
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    • "You slipped something into the water, didn't you."

    Feels like you're seven and getting screwed with by your parents again.

    Yeah, tell your kid he's got superpowers for his birthday-- totally won't end with him jumping off the nearest ledge, eager to test them, or anything. Made opening Christmas presents a real mean bitch.

    Dan gets up, back cracking, and grabs a shattered bottle of brandy from where it lies on the floor, hoists a chair up from it had laid on the floor and tilts it up, setting it back on its feet. He hoists one of the men who attacked you all, sticks him net to the chair, roughly, hands bound with duct tape. "You know, my father always said there was a seat at Satan's right for anyone who wasted good brandy." He leans back, sorrowful. "I don't agree with him, but that was still utterly barbarous."

    "French swill. What do the surrender monkeys know about good spirits?"

    "As opposed to rotted leaves, traitor?" Dan looks up, suddenly very tired. "Alright. I see you do not agree with me, my boy, and I do not blame you. I ask, though, that you do me just one favor, if it so pleases: there are going to be questions from people who can make both our lives difficult. Though Ms. Floros' testimony will, of course, be sufficient, it would be very good to have a third pair of eyes."

    As though summoned, you hear Floros grabbing something off the ground and see her popping open a bottle of whiskey and grab a glass from the bar. You rise up on unsteady legs, walking swiftly once you arise. You stomp over, quick, and snatch the bottle away from her, along with the glass, tossing it over to Dan.

    "Pfft. Okay, thanks ma."

    "It's not like yours is doing the job."

    "So uh," Dan speaks, "am I the only who's going to point out that you just demolished that chair on the way over just by walking on it, or is that just not a thing you're concerned about."

    You turn around-- and indeed the shattered, broken remnants of what looks like a metal stool are on the ground, ignored in the haze of waking up from what was, apparently, a very nice trip if it's leaving you ignoring crushed metal under your foot.

    [] "Alright, alright, you made your point, I'll go. Even if you did probably move it." He's bullshiting. He's definitely bullshiting, especially about the superpowers thing. On the off chance you're wrong, though, it would maybe probably be a good idea to go with, just to make sure you don't, like, accidentally pop somebody's head or something.
    [] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
    [] "No. Nope. I got struck with lightning today. Do not, really, feel, like messing with this." This is crazy. He's crazy. Every facet of this is crazy. You are not a superhero. Guys like you don't get to be Superheros. You're gonna wake up tomorrow, and this is just gonna be a dream.
     
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    • [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [x] "Alright, alright, you made your point, I'll go. Even if you did probably move it." He's bullshiting. He's definitely bullshiting, especially about the superpowers thing. On the off chance you're wrong, though, it would maybe probably be a good idea to go with, just to make sure you don't, like, accidentally pop somebody's head or something.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    I'm late to the party, but I have two comments.
    As a Chicagoan, and a Northsider to boot, I am obligated to complain that we are in the Cardinals hometown.
    Also, if you guys had chosen Des Moines we could have lived vicariously through our character by sending him to Zombie Burger. for shame fellow Midwesterners.
     
    As something of an apology for dropping off the face of the planet for five months, some timeline stuff, just the basics of the trinity:

    - Justice League has been around for 20 or so years, and has around 300 members.
    -Batman's been Batmanning for 20 years, Bruce Wayne married Selina Kyle last year, and Damian is not very happy about that.
    - Superman's been around for 25 years, and Jon's around and somewhat older than the mainline universe.
    - There've been rumours of Wonder Woman since WWI. They're accurate on time. She went public with the League, though.
     
    [X] "Alright, alright, you made your point, I'll go. Even if you did probably move it." He's bullshiting. He's definitely bullshiting, especially about the superpowers thing. On the off chance you're wrong, though, it would maybe probably be a good idea to go with, just to make sure you don't, like, accidentally pop somebody's head or something.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "Alright, alright, you made your point, I'll go. Even if you did probably move it." He's bullshiting. He's definitely bullshiting, especially about the superpowers thing. On the off chance you're wrong, though, it would maybe probably be a good idea to go with, just to make sure you don't, like, accidentally pop somebody's head or something.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "No. Nope. I got struck with lightning today. Do not, really, feel, like messing with this." This is crazy. He's crazy. Every facet of this is crazy. You are not a superhero. Guys like you don't get to be Superheros. You're gonna wake up tomorrow, and this is just gonna be a dream.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    [X] "Is it alright if I go check with my parents first?" You're uh, not an expert in what looks very much like some sort of gang-war between French...pagans or something and actual literal Nazis Confederates (Really what's the difference) but if he's telling the truth you should go with and...testify? Gotta tell the parents you aren't dying though, first. And maybe get ready for a lecture, 50/50 on that.
     
    Voikirium said:
    You look Dan in the eye, looking for any crack in his face to suggest a prank. There is nothing; he is stone cold, brown eyes not breaking for even a moment. Even as you look at him, he hands you the bucket, filled with water again. You just hold it again, look down vacantly, then look up again.

    "What the shit?"

    He nods, then throws back a shot you just noticed he had before finally speaking. "Yeah, that's uh, that about what I expected."

    "What do you mean, 'awoken my soul'? Where's Agathe? Am I drunk?"

    "No. No, this is all very real and all very out of hand. Miss Floros is currently calling your parents and explaining why you did not come home at the usual time."

    As for awakening your soul...well, do you want the long pitch or the basics?"

    "Long. Pitch."

    "Alright. Settle in, cause this might get a bit wordy.

    A very long time-ago-- prehistoric, at least -- humanity was dying, slowly, miserably, and surely. This world was not meant for man, and it showed. We were being killed, slowly, but surely, by nature; the cold was killing us; animals were killing us-- literally, everything was killing us. Plants were killing.

    But we had somebody in our corner. Someone who cared: Promethus, yes-the-titan-Prometheus." He winces as though expecting you to lose your cool. When you don't, he deflates. "Really, no response?"

    "Last I checked, Wonder Woman exists." Listening to the conversation between your sister and your dad this Halloween had been...interesting.

    "Alright. Alright. Well, to make a long story short, Prometheus gave us a gift-- beyond just actual fire. He gave us a little spark of genius-- a little bit of oomph in our corner. In every corner of the world, they have known of it, and it has gone through many different name-- Arrete, ki, Âme, the spirit-- whatever the case, it can be...awoken. It takes time- years, even decades-- to do it by yourself, because if done wrong, there are consequences. But it can be done for you, or to you.

    And as the spirit awakes, it does...things. Miracles happen- the body can be drawn back from the brink of death." He looks over his shoulder at someone. "Even if it was sent there by cheap magical tricks!"

    "Deal with it, old man!"

    "I swear to God I'm going to punch your teeth in once I'm done talking to the boy." He shakes his head then turns back to you. "You were going, at least, to be in the hospital for months if I didn't do something. In any case, I can understand if you don't believe me- I did not believe it either, when it was done to me- though I imagine that you will believe it the first time you break a doorknob just touching it. You can cut off all contact with me, and I will even leave the city if you would be more comfortable not having to see me at any point; I hear Paris is lovely this time of year. Or we can pretend this never happened, I remain Dan, and you remain James, my favorite customer.

    What do you say?"

    [] "Why have you lied to me?"
    [] "Why have you called it a gift?"
    [] "You slipped something into the water, didn't you."
    [] "I'm gonna go home and try and pretend this didn't happen."
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    [x] "Alright, alright, you made your point, I'll go. Even if you did probably move it." He's bullshiting. He's definitely bullshiting, especially about the superpowers thing. On the off chance you're wrong, though, it would maybe probably be a good idea to go with, just to make sure you don't, like, accidentally pop somebody's head or something.
     
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    • "Alright, alright. I'll go. I- well I don't believe you, but hell-- I've got a free Saturday tomorrow. Is it alright if I speak with my parents first?"

    "Go. These scumbags will hold."

    You nod and turn to Floros. "Alright. You willing to give me a ride, or do I have to walk?"

    She pokes at a glove with a strange symbol on it-- fire?-- and picks it up, before turning to you and shrugging. "Well, Mrs. I sounded about ready to come down here and nobody wants to see that happen. Come on."

    She begins to race for the door. You follow after her, only stopping just before the exit. "Dan, thanks for...whatever you did to keep me out of the hospital."

    He waves his hand. "I might not be the kindest man, but even I would not see your mother unleashed on my vilest foes."
    --
    The ride home was short, a brief thing. Ten minutes. The sun's going down, making its long, low arch through the sky-- seems you

    You stand before the door to your house, straightening your shirt. You think your parents might still be in their room, talking. Hoping that, at least.

    Opening the door, the lights are off. Good. If you can make it back to your room-

    "MA! James is home!"

    Sister snitch why!

    "There will be a reckoning demon child-"

    And then's she's on you, poking at your wounds, checking them. Your mother pokes at burns and scars until she has examined you for a good half-minute, hugs you, then pushes you away, spitting mad. "What were you thinking, boy?" At some point

    "I was thinking my friends were threatened by two scumbags and I wasn't just gonna sit by and let my friends get their fool throats slit when they needed me!" Like you haven't gone through this song and dance before-- hell, like her and dad haven't gone through this song and dance before. Wasn't so long ago he was the one getting into fights. "And they still do!"

    "Yeah well I need to know my son's not getting his head cut off every time I turn around! You ain't leaving this house outside of school for at least two weeks, boy! Getting into fights, getting knocked out, feh!" She stomps off, mad as a bull and about half as subtle.

    At some point your father entered your room in that little... examination.

    "Kind of figured you, of all people, might've taken my side in that little show."

    "I did. Why do you think it was only two weeks, instead of two months? Now go hit the hay-- your mother'll be more reasonable in the morning."

    In the morning?

    In the morning you'll be gone.

    Or at least on the way.

    Walking swiftly, you begin to hatch a plot.

    [] You go to your sister's room. "Alright demon child, you've broken the rules enough. Tell me how to get outta here afore I tell mom and dad about the thing."
    [] Grab your tablet from under the bed. Alright Buhr, I need you to come spout a story so I can get out of here.
    [] Paging Dr. Floros, is there a Dr. Floros in the building? (But no really, it's a literal pager. One for when you need her to bring her a-game of bullshit. Like you do right now.)
     
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    • [x] Paging Dr. Floros, is there a Dr. Floros in the building? (But no really, it's a literal pager. One for when you need her to bring her a-game of bullshit. Like you do right now.)
     
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