[Video]
[An image clicks on, with shadows over what appears to be a man or woman. The face and body are hidden from the camera. Only a smile is visible, teeth brilliant in the darkness.]
It seems like it would be polite to say hello, since that is the custom here. Greetings and salutations. My name is J’onn J’onzz. I’ve been here a few days and have observed a few who I know using this method of communications. It is odd, in a way, to hear and see familiar voices and faces in this city, which is so much different from home.
[A pause, and the voice turns more intent, and a little happier, a little higher volume.]
And it is good to see them happy here. It’s not every day that a second chance to build lives and create homes is given. Having recently been given a second, I almost feel as if this is a third life. A third start anew. Something to talk about later, I assume.
My appearance may startle some, but I assure you, I mean you no harm. They called me the Martian Manhunter because I caught criminals, not harmed civilians. Justice is served by all those who are willing to stand for it, to fight for it. I do so proudly, and will continue to do so beside all those who do the same.
In other places, we were legion, and I am sure, in time, we will be the same here. Those who seek justice are never alone...
[He leans forward, and the light rises, revealing a figure standing tall in a normal room. He stands like a man, and resembles one vaguely, but his green skin, the odd shape of his head, and the red of his brilliantly hued eyes put the lie to any assumption that he is one. A light wind obviously is there, for the cape that hangs from his shoulders moves slightly in it, and the harness he wears is as red as his eyes.
The sheer alienness of the man, and the sheer normality of the room and the smile on his face are lit by warm lighting.]
It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I will see you in the city.
It seems like it would be polite to say hello, since that is the custom here. Greetings and salutations. My name is J’onn J’onzz. I’ve been here a few days and have observed a few who I know using this method of communications. It is odd, in a way, to hear and see familiar voices and faces in this city, which is so much different from home.
[A pause, and the voice turns more intent, and a little happier, a little higher volume.]
And it is good to see them happy here. It’s not every day that a second chance to build lives and create homes is given. Having recently been given a second, I almost feel as if this is a third life. A third start anew. Something to talk about later, I assume.
My appearance may startle some, but I assure you, I mean you no harm. They called me the Martian Manhunter because I caught criminals, not harmed civilians. Justice is served by all those who are willing to stand for it, to fight for it. I do so proudly, and will continue to do so beside all those who do the same.
In other places, we were legion, and I am sure, in time, we will be the same here. Those who seek justice are never alone...
[He leans forward, and the light rises, revealing a figure standing tall in a normal room. He stands like a man, and resembles one vaguely, but his green skin, the odd shape of his head, and the red of his brilliantly hued eyes put the lie to any assumption that he is one. A light wind obviously is there, for the cape that hangs from his shoulders moves slightly in it, and the harness he wears is as red as his eyes.
The sheer alienness of the man, and the sheer normality of the room and the smile on his face are lit by warm lighting.]
It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I will see you in the city.