People that I meet and pass
WHO: Bobby/Iceman (heartofslush), Kara/Supergirl (zequals18)
WHERE: A relatively peaceful part of the city
WHEN: Backdated (a;lskjd;lf and kjlakj;kljsdfeioe8uix ). After Bobby's recovered from polymorphs.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: There's a small yappy dog and then lazy conversation... /:
FORMAT: AIM-ish, then whatever we want.
It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. The sky's blue, the sun's shining and, surprisingly, nothing's blown up yet (a very important part of the definition of a beautiful day). Bobby's strolling down the street, loosening his tie with one hand and holding a hot dog in the other.
//Mm. Street meat and a sunny day. It doesn't get much better than this.//
Which, of course, was the world's cue to wreak havoc.
Havoc came in the form of a dog. It was a little, fluffy dog with a ribbon around its neck and a wild gleam in its eyes and a hunger for hot dogs. Bobby's was much too good to pass up.
The little dog ran down the street, gathering speed, then with a leap, it snatched Bobby's lunch out of the man's hand with a snap of its jaws and dashed down the street, smearing mustard in a long stripe down Bobby's sleeve as it did so.
"HEY!"
Bobby's eyes widened as the dog grabbed his food. After a shellshocked moment, he took off after it.
"Get back here, you crazy little furball!"
Kara had been wandering the streets for the better part of the morning as Supergirl (no one in this area seemed to care) when she decided that enough was enough and took to the air. Not that that changed very much. A switch in perspective did nothing to change the fact that this was going to be pretty much another quiet patrol. Not that that was a bad thing, mind - boring was often way preferable to exciting and if she wanted exciting she could probably just dig out her comm...
But in the end? The events in the immediate area could be much more absorbing. Say this guy yelling from the other end of the street chasing a... oh. Oh aww it was a puppy.
"Halt, miscreant!" With nothing better to do for the moment, Kara landed directly in the pathway of the small crazy dog and swept it up, holding the thing like an irritated cat. Smiling and addressing its rapidly approaching pursuer, "Hi there. Is this little guy yours?"
Bobby was... only a little out of breath. Really. He was actually surprised- A couple weeks ago he would have been bent over and panting. Now he was only leaning over a bit and gasping a touch. Hey, when you're an ex-hero who's been thrown back into heroing, you take what small miracles you can get.
"Yeah." Another short pause for breath, then he shakes himself and manages to go on. "Yeah... well, he's not mine per se, but he did take something of mine."
He gives the dog a Look as he holds his hands out to take it from her.
"And believe me, he's been a very bad boy."
Promptly handing it over; if it kept fighting like that, it would have ended up breaking a wee claw on her arm or something. And this guy looked normal enough. Not high on the list of people likely to brutalize small fuzzy animals and the like. "Has he?" A mock frown while looking the tiny canine over (very cute fuzzy things can have this effect on the bored), Kara wasn't able to spot anyth-- oh.
Stifling a giggle with one hand. "Uh, are you sure you want that back?"
Bobby takes the squirming dog and wags a finger at it.
"No. Bad."
With a grimace, he extracts the slobbery remains of the hot dog from the puppy's mouth, holding it between two fingers as if it were some sort of biological hazard.
"Eugh. No, it was just the principle of the thing, you know?" As an aside to the dog, he added, "I paid good money for that, did you know that, fuzzbutt?"
The dog didn't seem to care, focusing on wiggling its way out of Bobby's arms.
Kara folded her arms across her chest and floated slightly off the ground, making her best Justice! face as added reinforcement. It wasn't a bad impression, if a little absurd. Her voice, on the other hand, remained conversational with an undercurrent of laughter, "He probably belongs to someone in the neighborhood. I think I've seen him around before." So if you let him run off, he'll probably run home eventually.
"I'm Supergirl. Do you stay around here?" Headtilt - you're remarkably calm about the whole flying meta-person thing, so maybe you have seen her around? Most people would be a little more distracted from the dog.
"Good idea."
Bobby nodded, not meeting her eyes. He was more focused on the wriggly dog in his arms that was making a mess of his sleeves.
//Well, guess I'm going to the dry cleaner's earlier then i'd been hoping to. Oh well.//
He set the puppy on the ground and it raced off, yipping happily, then stood up, brushing dust off his pants. As he stood, he smiled.
"Thanks, uh, Supergirl." The name felt a little awkward, but he figured that teens would be teens. "I'm one of the ported-in heroes, if that's what you're asking about?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"You sorta caught me just as I got off my day job, though. Not a scarp of spandex on me right now. It's all at home."
Oooooor you could be another hero. Right, of course. That was totally what she was asking about. "Oh cool! So what do I call you? Or wait, maybe you shouldn't tell me..." Thinking. thinking. Oh well.
Kara shrugs and taps a finger against her chin haphazardly. "I haven't run into you over the comms, have I?"
And the name is perfectly apt, thank you very much. /:
"No, probably not. I've been a little lax with the comm. My buddy's on it almost all the time, so I get a lot of information just by asking him."
Bobby laughs.
"And as for my name... Well, here, how about we go over to that alley over there and I'll, uh, pull on my secret identity? My costume's less of a clothing change and more of a, uh, attitude change?" He laughs self-deprecatingly. "I swear, it'll make more sense when you see it."
He starts toward a nearby alley, looking over his shoulder to see if she's going to follow.
Cracking up a little.
"And the spandex is just for that extra kick? You know how suspicious that sounded, right?"
But she's totally following, and on foot. Curiosity and her ever-present fascination with superheroes in general (on top of her not-all-that-baseless faith in her own power) mean that she's not especially fazed by the invitation to follow a stranger into an isolated alleyway.
"Just warning you now: whatever this identity, I can totally kick your butt."
Bobby's eyes widen.
"Hey! I'm not pulling a Silver Streaker here or anything like that!"
There's a gust of cold air and then all of a sudden, the man of flesh and blood is replaced by an icy man wearing a rather frosted suit and a smirk.
"I just don't particularly need spandex to give myself a cover ID, see?"
Bobby rolls his shoulders, causing the frost on his suit to crackle (he's going to have this outfit dry cleaned anyway, so he may as well abuse it while he can), and little flakes of ice slough off and fall to the ground.
"So, I think we can both agree that you don't need to kick my butt?"
He holds out a hand for a shake.
"I'm Iceman, by the way. Nice to meet you."
Kara's eyes light up (not literally) at the transformation and she shakes his hand firmly. "Agreed. Uh, unless you turn out to be a supervillain or something, of course." Of course. "That is... That is pretty awesome."
Reaching over to sort of... tap your arm and yep, definitely staring. Sorry for the rude.
"Nice to meet you too, Iceman. Is it just your body or..." Vague gestures at the surroundings and mimicking shooting energy out of her hands. A lot of the, uh, villains she knows of have this sort of thing going on. She doesn't really bother questioning them.
"Nope, no supervillainy here! I'm very heroic... well, when heroing needs to be done."
Bobby's eyes crinkle up at the edges as he smiles. He does like showing off, though he'd never admit it.
"And as for my powers..."
He grins wide and holds out both hands-
"Nothing up my sleeves..."
Then snaps his fingers. A glittering cascade of cards falls from one hand to the other, disintegrating as they arrive. Finally, he catches the last card and flips it around, shifting the form of the ice into-
an icy rose.
Cliched, yes, but hey, it works.
He offers it to Supergirl with a playful smile on his face.
"For the lady?"
"Thanks! I bet you do this for all the girls back home."
Kara grins when she accepts the flower with as much dignity as she can muster. Between not laughing at the sheer corniness of the moment and not gaping like some kid from dumb kid. She's Supergirl, and thus, both polite and totally cool with receiving a really very pretty flower thing from a fellow cape. Right. Idly twirling the ice rose between two fingers. Not enough light in the alley to really get it sparkling.
"So is this the part where I pry about your backstory, or would you rather I leave that alone?" Casually. She honestly doesn't want to step on any toes.
Bobby grins proudly when she takes the flower.
//Hah. The flower's always a hit. Always.//
"My backstory? Huh. It's not a very interesting one, to be honest."
He shrugs and smiels ruefully.
"I'm a mutant and the ice is my power. No radioactive yetis in my history to spice things up, Im afraid... and should I be asking about yours? Or should I just change the topic and offer to get you ice cream because that dog? Sort of ate my lunch."
It's not like she's going to not take it or something. And it's pretty. Shut up, it's not shallow if it's true. Or. Whatever.
"Mine's pretty straightforward too. Alien, last survivor of Argo - that's my planet, and superpowers on arriving on Earth. Been vrooming around ever since. What made you take up heroing? And..."
"And ice cream sounds pretty appropriate. And delicious." Although she can pay for her own. Starting to walk off... but wait. "Can you, you know, de-power?"
"Vrooming, huh? Sounds pretty complicated, that."
He glosses over the whole "last survivor of my planet" thing, not wanting to get into an angsty discussion. It's not that he's not concerned, just that it's much too nice of a day to be gloomy about things in the far past that no one can change. It's for the same reason that he ignores her question about his reasons for heroing... there's enough anti-mutant feeling in the public that she'll find out anyway at some point.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure!" He de-ices easily, shrugging off his "costume" as easily as taking off a coat. "You'll have to call me Bobby when I'm like this, though. Just don't go screaming my secret identity off the rooftops, yeah?"
"Bobby, sure. I go by Kara, and I'll be sure to keep the name screaming to a minimum."
She doesn't really note the skirting around topics in any conscious way, but if she did, and if she knew why, it's almost certain that she would agree with his reasoning. It is a nice day, and it's a right pleasure to step out into the Sun again, even if it means her gift is going to start melting from more than just her hand.
"Vrooming's a lot of fun. Flight and speed are really the best." A laugh. She should start lowering her voice soon. "By which I mean the most fun. I'm getting the idea that those are pretty generic, but it's not like I mind or anything."
WHERE: A relatively peaceful part of the city
WHEN: Backdated (a;lskjd;lf and kjlakj;kljsdfeioe8uix ). After Bobby's recovered from polymorphs.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: There's a small yappy dog and then lazy conversation... /:
FORMAT: AIM-ish, then whatever we want.
It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. The sky's blue, the sun's shining and, surprisingly, nothing's blown up yet (a very important part of the definition of a beautiful day). Bobby's strolling down the street, loosening his tie with one hand and holding a hot dog in the other.
//Mm. Street meat and a sunny day. It doesn't get much better than this.//
Which, of course, was the world's cue to wreak havoc.
Havoc came in the form of a dog. It was a little, fluffy dog with a ribbon around its neck and a wild gleam in its eyes and a hunger for hot dogs. Bobby's was much too good to pass up.
The little dog ran down the street, gathering speed, then with a leap, it snatched Bobby's lunch out of the man's hand with a snap of its jaws and dashed down the street, smearing mustard in a long stripe down Bobby's sleeve as it did so.
"HEY!"
Bobby's eyes widened as the dog grabbed his food. After a shellshocked moment, he took off after it.
"Get back here, you crazy little furball!"
Kara had been wandering the streets for the better part of the morning as Supergirl (no one in this area seemed to care) when she decided that enough was enough and took to the air. Not that that changed very much. A switch in perspective did nothing to change the fact that this was going to be pretty much another quiet patrol. Not that that was a bad thing, mind - boring was often way preferable to exciting and if she wanted exciting she could probably just dig out her comm...
But in the end? The events in the immediate area could be much more absorbing. Say this guy yelling from the other end of the street chasing a... oh. Oh aww it was a puppy.
"Halt, miscreant!" With nothing better to do for the moment, Kara landed directly in the pathway of the small crazy dog and swept it up, holding the thing like an irritated cat. Smiling and addressing its rapidly approaching pursuer, "Hi there. Is this little guy yours?"
Bobby was... only a little out of breath. Really. He was actually surprised- A couple weeks ago he would have been bent over and panting. Now he was only leaning over a bit and gasping a touch. Hey, when you're an ex-hero who's been thrown back into heroing, you take what small miracles you can get.
"Yeah." Another short pause for breath, then he shakes himself and manages to go on. "Yeah... well, he's not mine per se, but he did take something of mine."
He gives the dog a Look as he holds his hands out to take it from her.
"And believe me, he's been a very bad boy."
Promptly handing it over; if it kept fighting like that, it would have ended up breaking a wee claw on her arm or something. And this guy looked normal enough. Not high on the list of people likely to brutalize small fuzzy animals and the like. "Has he?" A mock frown while looking the tiny canine over (very cute fuzzy things can have this effect on the bored), Kara wasn't able to spot anyth-- oh.
Stifling a giggle with one hand. "Uh, are you sure you want that back?"
Bobby takes the squirming dog and wags a finger at it.
"No. Bad."
With a grimace, he extracts the slobbery remains of the hot dog from the puppy's mouth, holding it between two fingers as if it were some sort of biological hazard.
"Eugh. No, it was just the principle of the thing, you know?" As an aside to the dog, he added, "I paid good money for that, did you know that, fuzzbutt?"
The dog didn't seem to care, focusing on wiggling its way out of Bobby's arms.
Kara folded her arms across her chest and floated slightly off the ground, making her best Justice! face as added reinforcement. It wasn't a bad impression, if a little absurd. Her voice, on the other hand, remained conversational with an undercurrent of laughter, "He probably belongs to someone in the neighborhood. I think I've seen him around before." So if you let him run off, he'll probably run home eventually.
"I'm Supergirl. Do you stay around here?" Headtilt - you're remarkably calm about the whole flying meta-person thing, so maybe you have seen her around? Most people would be a little more distracted from the dog.
"Good idea."
Bobby nodded, not meeting her eyes. He was more focused on the wriggly dog in his arms that was making a mess of his sleeves.
//Well, guess I'm going to the dry cleaner's earlier then i'd been hoping to. Oh well.//
He set the puppy on the ground and it raced off, yipping happily, then stood up, brushing dust off his pants. As he stood, he smiled.
"Thanks, uh, Supergirl." The name felt a little awkward, but he figured that teens would be teens. "I'm one of the ported-in heroes, if that's what you're asking about?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"You sorta caught me just as I got off my day job, though. Not a scarp of spandex on me right now. It's all at home."
Oooooor you could be another hero. Right, of course. That was totally what she was asking about. "Oh cool! So what do I call you? Or wait, maybe you shouldn't tell me..." Thinking. thinking. Oh well.
Kara shrugs and taps a finger against her chin haphazardly. "I haven't run into you over the comms, have I?"
And the name is perfectly apt, thank you very much. /:
"No, probably not. I've been a little lax with the comm. My buddy's on it almost all the time, so I get a lot of information just by asking him."
Bobby laughs.
"And as for my name... Well, here, how about we go over to that alley over there and I'll, uh, pull on my secret identity? My costume's less of a clothing change and more of a, uh, attitude change?" He laughs self-deprecatingly. "I swear, it'll make more sense when you see it."
He starts toward a nearby alley, looking over his shoulder to see if she's going to follow.
Cracking up a little.
"And the spandex is just for that extra kick? You know how suspicious that sounded, right?"
But she's totally following, and on foot. Curiosity and her ever-present fascination with superheroes in general (on top of her not-all-that-baseless faith in her own power) mean that she's not especially fazed by the invitation to follow a stranger into an isolated alleyway.
"Just warning you now: whatever this identity, I can totally kick your butt."
Bobby's eyes widen.
"Hey! I'm not pulling a Silver Streaker here or anything like that!"
There's a gust of cold air and then all of a sudden, the man of flesh and blood is replaced by an icy man wearing a rather frosted suit and a smirk.
"I just don't particularly need spandex to give myself a cover ID, see?"
Bobby rolls his shoulders, causing the frost on his suit to crackle (he's going to have this outfit dry cleaned anyway, so he may as well abuse it while he can), and little flakes of ice slough off and fall to the ground.
"So, I think we can both agree that you don't need to kick my butt?"
He holds out a hand for a shake.
"I'm Iceman, by the way. Nice to meet you."
Kara's eyes light up (not literally) at the transformation and she shakes his hand firmly. "Agreed. Uh, unless you turn out to be a supervillain or something, of course." Of course. "That is... That is pretty awesome."
Reaching over to sort of... tap your arm and yep, definitely staring. Sorry for the rude.
"Nice to meet you too, Iceman. Is it just your body or..." Vague gestures at the surroundings and mimicking shooting energy out of her hands. A lot of the, uh, villains she knows of have this sort of thing going on. She doesn't really bother questioning them.
"Nope, no supervillainy here! I'm very heroic... well, when heroing needs to be done."
Bobby's eyes crinkle up at the edges as he smiles. He does like showing off, though he'd never admit it.
"And as for my powers..."
He grins wide and holds out both hands-
"Nothing up my sleeves..."
Then snaps his fingers. A glittering cascade of cards falls from one hand to the other, disintegrating as they arrive. Finally, he catches the last card and flips it around, shifting the form of the ice into-
an icy rose.
Cliched, yes, but hey, it works.
He offers it to Supergirl with a playful smile on his face.
"For the lady?"
"Thanks! I bet you do this for all the girls back home."
Kara grins when she accepts the flower with as much dignity as she can muster. Between not laughing at the sheer corniness of the moment and not gaping like some kid from dumb kid. She's Supergirl, and thus, both polite and totally cool with receiving a really very pretty flower thing from a fellow cape. Right. Idly twirling the ice rose between two fingers. Not enough light in the alley to really get it sparkling.
"So is this the part where I pry about your backstory, or would you rather I leave that alone?" Casually. She honestly doesn't want to step on any toes.
Bobby grins proudly when she takes the flower.
//Hah. The flower's always a hit. Always.//
"My backstory? Huh. It's not a very interesting one, to be honest."
He shrugs and smiels ruefully.
"I'm a mutant and the ice is my power. No radioactive yetis in my history to spice things up, Im afraid... and should I be asking about yours? Or should I just change the topic and offer to get you ice cream because that dog? Sort of ate my lunch."
It's not like she's going to not take it or something. And it's pretty. Shut up, it's not shallow if it's true. Or. Whatever.
"Mine's pretty straightforward too. Alien, last survivor of Argo - that's my planet, and superpowers on arriving on Earth. Been vrooming around ever since. What made you take up heroing? And..."
"And ice cream sounds pretty appropriate. And delicious." Although she can pay for her own. Starting to walk off... but wait. "Can you, you know, de-power?"
"Vrooming, huh? Sounds pretty complicated, that."
He glosses over the whole "last survivor of my planet" thing, not wanting to get into an angsty discussion. It's not that he's not concerned, just that it's much too nice of a day to be gloomy about things in the far past that no one can change. It's for the same reason that he ignores her question about his reasons for heroing... there's enough anti-mutant feeling in the public that she'll find out anyway at some point.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure!" He de-ices easily, shrugging off his "costume" as easily as taking off a coat. "You'll have to call me Bobby when I'm like this, though. Just don't go screaming my secret identity off the rooftops, yeah?"
"Bobby, sure. I go by Kara, and I'll be sure to keep the name screaming to a minimum."
She doesn't really note the skirting around topics in any conscious way, but if she did, and if she knew why, it's almost certain that she would agree with his reasoning. It is a nice day, and it's a right pleasure to step out into the Sun again, even if it means her gift is going to start melting from more than just her hand.
"Vrooming's a lot of fun. Flight and speed are really the best." A laugh. She should start lowering her voice soon. "By which I mean the most fun. I'm getting the idea that those are pretty generic, but it's not like I mind or anything."