guy's new nickname is space cop
WHO: Elisa Maza and Guy Gardner
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Around last Thursday
WARNINGS: none?
SUMMARY: Guy drags a random criminal in to the station and meets Elisa.
FORMAT: AIM log
Guy: [When Guy troops into the police station for the first time, it's late at night and he's dragging a struggling man by the scruff of his shirt and looking pissed as hell. His lip's swollen and cut... although the man he's dragging looks a heck of a lot worse.] Oy! Anyone in here?
Elisa: [Elisa, already tired from several tough cases, isn’t in the best of moods. Still, she'll do her job, and she'll do it well. But when she hears the ruckus out front, she knows it's going to be one of Those Cases. She sighs.] Dropping off?
Guy: Yyyup. [Guy tosses the man forward with a sneer on his face. The man stumbles and it becomes obvious that he's been shackled with softly glowing green cuffs at his wrists and ankles.] Found this guy beating up on his kid. [Guy looks pretty obviously disgusted. The 'criminal' just looks defiant, but he stays quiet. Probably because Guy is standing right behind him.]
Elisa: [Elisa sits down at the computer at the desk, raising an eyebrow at the cuffs but not saying anything.] All right, once we get down the details of the crime and the capture, you can be on your way, Mr.?
Guy: Gardner. [Guy pads over puts a hand on the desk, partly to look at the screen, but mostly so that he can lean over and give Elisa a grin.] Guy Gardner. Nice t' meetcha. [Sure Tora’s here, but it’s not like a little flirting ever hurt anyone, right?]
Elisa: [Elisa gives a polite smile in return.] Nice to meet you too, Mr. Gardner. I'm Detective Maza. Who's our new friend over here?
Guy: Dunno. I just called him You Bastard. [Guy looked over his shoulder at the sullen man then, deciding that interrogation would be too much of a pain in the ass, ringed up a hand and snatched the man's wallet out of his pocket.] Huh. There ya go. Driver's license says Bill Matthas.
Elisa: Yes, well, entering "you bastard" as this guy's name, while possibly earning me points from my boss, might make it harder to tell him from all of the other "you bastards" we seem to get floating around the city. May I see the license, please?
Guy: Sure thing. [Guy hands it over, then runs a hand through his hair.] Your boss's, what, McClane, right? [He remembers him from his early days in the city. Man knew what things were all about.]
Elisa: Yeah, McClane's still the chief. He does a good job of it, considering what we have to deal with around here. [She turns back to her computer] Crime committed?
Guy: What, you guys're that busy? [Oh, right, crime.] Uh, he was beatin' up on a kid. Is there fancy lingo for that?
Elisa: [Elisa merely raises an eyebrow at the "you're that busy" comment] Always. Did he have a weapon, or was he just using his fists?
Guy: Huh. [Guy scratches his head.] Don't remember, really. Prob'ly just fists, though. [He'd seen red the moment he'd heard the crying.]
Elisa: [Elisa sighs and rubs her temples] Assault and battery, then. How old was the victim?
Guy: Maybe twelve? Thirteen? Not much older'n that.
Elisa: How badly was the child hurt?
Guy: I took him to the hospital before I dragged him [indicated with a head tilt] over here. He wasn't in ntensive care, but they were settin' up to do X-rays. [He fumbles in his pocket and hands her a post-it note.] I got contact info if you need it. All the kids have cellphones these days.
Elisa: [At that, Elisa brightens] Oh, excellent! That'll save me a half a day's phone calls at least.
Guy: [Guy shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets, smirking at her.] Well, y'know, if I do something, I do it right. [Why yes, that was completely innocent. Or not.]
Elisa: [Elisa glances up at him, a wry grin on her face] Do it right the first time, and you won't have to do it again, huh?
Guy: Hey, everything's better if you do it right, though. [Guy's smirk widens into a very toothy grin.] And I'm an expert at that. [He leans in just a little more, bending o that they're more on eye level. The Lizard King is in the house.]
Elisa: [Elisa's met her share of creeps in her day (Tony Dracon springs immediately to mind), so she does what she usually does when subject to that kind of attention: shut it down. Though, so help her, if this guy called her "sugar" she wasn't going to be responsible for her actions] Good for you. Well, you can dump our dear Mr. Matthas in holding, I can take care of the rest. Unless you remember some particularly pertinent part of the case?
Guy: [Ow. That wasn't even a burn. That was just flat out dismissal. Guy raises an eyebrow... but he backs off. Just a little. After all, he’s not being that serious about this … and maybe she's just not into men.] I would, but I wouldn't know where holding is. Wanna show me?
Elisa: [Elisa sighs. Stubborn. Well, fine, she can go that route, too.] First timer, huh? Well, it's okay, everyone has to start sometime. And it really is better late than never.
Guy: [Guy shrugs.] Normally I'm a "tie 'em up with a sign" kinda guy, but I figured Bastard here needed special treatment.
Elisa: [Elisa leads the way down to the holding cells] I wonder how many times bastards like him have escaped because of that policy.
Guy: Dunno. None of mine, I'm sure. When a Lantern ties you up, you stay tied up 'til he decides you're free. [He smiles in remembrance of good times back on Oa.]
Elisa: A... lantern? [Elisa is puzzled, and thinks of olden-day lights]
Guy: Yeah. Y'know, like the Corps? [At her puzzled look, Guy holds up his hand and gestures to the ring, the realization flashes onto his face.] I guess you're not from my 'verse. We're an "intergalactic peacekeeping organization". So, y'know. Space cops.
Elisa: Space cops? So... why aren't you a cop here?
Guy: Because I'm a teacher. [This answer seems obvious to Guy, although now that he’s talking about it out lout, it’s also a little weak. Maybe he’ll put more thought into this later.]
Elisa:... You're a teacher? [Elisa's mother's a teacher; her respect for this man raises a few notches]
Guy: [Guy nods, grinning. He really enjoys his job] Yeah. Phys-ed. I used to work with special-ed kids, but... no actually I guess my kids are still special. [If you consider kids with super powers to be special.] They're all good kids, though.
Elisa: ... You're a special-ed teacher? [Elisa's eyebrows rise towards her hairline] That's... actually pretty impressive. Not a lot of people would choose that path. [They reach the holding cells, and Elisa unlocks one] Just stick him in here.
Guy: Not really impressive. [Guy scratches at the back of his neck, strangely embarrassed.] Just doin' what feels right, is all. [It's awkward talking about this. Normally Guy keeps his cards close to his chest.] Yeah, sure. [In goes the criminal. The moment the door's re-locked, the green shackles vanish into thin air and Guy's ring glows for a moment.]
Elisa:Not a lot of people do what they feel is right, you know. Take this guy here. I'm pretty sure he knew that beating up a kid wasn't "right." [Elisa smiles slightly at Guy.] But what does it say about the world when someone just doing the right thing is impressive? [After a moment's pause, Elisa ventures a question] What were those green shackles made of?
Guy:Yeah, well, that's why people like us're around, right? [Guy smiles wryly.] Dunno 'bout you, but I'd like to be considered impressive for somethin' other than my massive amounts of moral fiber. [Oh, a question?] Oh, just a ring construct. Think of 'em like my powers?
Elisa: Hah, if someone remembers me for my "moral fiber", I think I'll have done all right in the world. [If the Gargoyles are ever revealed back home, though, it's likely she'll be remembered for her connection to them, not for her own merits. Not that she'd ever begrudge Goliath anything, but she's a very independent woman.] Ah, right, your powers. ... Say, your crook doesn't have powers, does he?
Guy: If that's what floats yer boat. [Guy shakes his head.] Nope. Just your regular old kid-beating asshole.
Elisa: Good. [She nods her head once, decisively.] That's the last thing I want to deal with tonight.
Guy: [Guy’s thought it over and he wants to learn more about the police situation in the City. This might be a good chance to do that.] You got a long night ahead of you, or can I take you out for a drink?
Elisa: [Elisa looks at him in surprise. Really?] Sorry, pal, I don't drink on duty.
Guy: And you're on duty all the time?
Elisa: In this City? Pretty much.
Guy: Aw, c'mon. You gotta kick back sometime
Elisa: Well, I am only human.
Guy: Is that a yes to the drinks then? [He's totally going to keep poking until he gets a definite answer.]
Elisa: It's a no to the drinks. [She looks up at him and smiles wryly] But thanks for the offer.
Guy: No prob. [Guy shrugs. He's not too put out about it.] Guess I'll be goin' then?
Elisa: Like I said, unless you remember anything particular about the case?
Guy:(11:38:08 PM): [He'd probably be more pushy about the drinks, but Tora’s here, for one, and even if she says she wants some time to breathe, Guy’s not willing to give up on her completely. Plus, Elisa’s giving off those "not into guys" vibes. Oh, if only Guy knew.] It wasn't anything really special. Bastard hit the kid, I hit the bastard, voila. [Guy spreads his hands and looks accomplished.] Here we are.
Elisa: [Despite herself, Elisa laughs a bit] Too bad most of my other cases aren't quite so cut and dry. It'd make the paperwork a hell of a lot easier.
Guy:[Guy laughs.] I guess. But hey! Without all the gibbering psychos, life'd be pretty goddamn boring, wouldn't it?
Elisa:That's one way to look at it. I think I'll take the gibbering psychos over the homicidal madmen running loose through the country, or the conspiracy-theory-inducing porter. [She grins wryly] The gibbering psychos are usually pretty calm once you get them isolated
Guy: [Guy snorts.] Ain't that the truth.
Elisa: [The evening is quiet, and Elisa's not in any great hurry to rush back to her paperwork.] So, those green powers... how do they work?
Guy: [Guy doesn't have much to do either, so he just leans back against the wall and decides to show off a little.] It's ... pretty simple, actually. I just focus and want something hard enough and it comes. [A blink of green light, then a little green cat purrs at Elisa's feet as a little green plane zooms around in the air.]
Elisa: [Aw, hell, he had to do a cat. And one that looks so much like Cagney, except green] ... So... the power of "wishes"? And do they come in any other colors?
Guy: Close. More like willpower, really. [Guy scratches his chin.] Not as far as I know. I mean, there used to be a yellow one but it, uh, sorta got broken a while back.
Elisa: [Elisa smiles slyly] What, you have too much willpower for it or something?
Guy: [Guy looks off to the side.] Nah. Long story, I guess. There was a bad guy and some craziness... [He doesn't like to talk about Parallax.]
Elisa: [Elisa snorts.] If I had a nickel for every time that happened.
September 21, 2009
Guy: Eeh. Yeah, I know what you mean. [He smirks.] Sorta comes with the spandex, though.
Elisa: [Elisa merely raises an eyebrow at that] I'm sure I wouldn't know.
Guy: Really? You never had anything crazy happen to ya?
Elisa: Crazy? Oh, yes, I think I have had a few of those experiences. It's the spandex part I wouldn't know about.
Guy: Huh. You're really from a different universe, aren't you?
Elisa: [At that, Elisa laughs slightly] Buddy, you have no idea.
Guy: Try me.
Elisa: I'm pretty sure you won't believe me if I told you.
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Around last Thursday
WARNINGS: none?
SUMMARY: Guy drags a random criminal in to the station and meets Elisa.
FORMAT: AIM log
Guy: [When Guy troops into the police station for the first time, it's late at night and he's dragging a struggling man by the scruff of his shirt and looking pissed as hell. His lip's swollen and cut... although the man he's dragging looks a heck of a lot worse.] Oy! Anyone in here?
Elisa: [Elisa, already tired from several tough cases, isn’t in the best of moods. Still, she'll do her job, and she'll do it well. But when she hears the ruckus out front, she knows it's going to be one of Those Cases. She sighs.] Dropping off?
Guy: Yyyup. [Guy tosses the man forward with a sneer on his face. The man stumbles and it becomes obvious that he's been shackled with softly glowing green cuffs at his wrists and ankles.] Found this guy beating up on his kid. [Guy looks pretty obviously disgusted. The 'criminal' just looks defiant, but he stays quiet. Probably because Guy is standing right behind him.]
Elisa: [Elisa sits down at the computer at the desk, raising an eyebrow at the cuffs but not saying anything.] All right, once we get down the details of the crime and the capture, you can be on your way, Mr.?
Guy: Gardner. [Guy pads over puts a hand on the desk, partly to look at the screen, but mostly so that he can lean over and give Elisa a grin.] Guy Gardner. Nice t' meetcha. [Sure Tora’s here, but it’s not like a little flirting ever hurt anyone, right?]
Elisa: [Elisa gives a polite smile in return.] Nice to meet you too, Mr. Gardner. I'm Detective Maza. Who's our new friend over here?
Guy: Dunno. I just called him You Bastard. [Guy looked over his shoulder at the sullen man then, deciding that interrogation would be too much of a pain in the ass, ringed up a hand and snatched the man's wallet out of his pocket.] Huh. There ya go. Driver's license says Bill Matthas.
Elisa: Yes, well, entering "you bastard" as this guy's name, while possibly earning me points from my boss, might make it harder to tell him from all of the other "you bastards" we seem to get floating around the city. May I see the license, please?
Guy: Sure thing. [Guy hands it over, then runs a hand through his hair.] Your boss's, what, McClane, right? [He remembers him from his early days in the city. Man knew what things were all about.]
Elisa: Yeah, McClane's still the chief. He does a good job of it, considering what we have to deal with around here. [She turns back to her computer] Crime committed?
Guy: What, you guys're that busy? [Oh, right, crime.] Uh, he was beatin' up on a kid. Is there fancy lingo for that?
Elisa: [Elisa merely raises an eyebrow at the "you're that busy" comment] Always. Did he have a weapon, or was he just using his fists?
Guy: Huh. [Guy scratches his head.] Don't remember, really. Prob'ly just fists, though. [He'd seen red the moment he'd heard the crying.]
Elisa: [Elisa sighs and rubs her temples] Assault and battery, then. How old was the victim?
Guy: Maybe twelve? Thirteen? Not much older'n that.
Elisa: How badly was the child hurt?
Guy: I took him to the hospital before I dragged him [indicated with a head tilt] over here. He wasn't in ntensive care, but they were settin' up to do X-rays. [He fumbles in his pocket and hands her a post-it note.] I got contact info if you need it. All the kids have cellphones these days.
Elisa: [At that, Elisa brightens] Oh, excellent! That'll save me a half a day's phone calls at least.
Guy: [Guy shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets, smirking at her.] Well, y'know, if I do something, I do it right. [Why yes, that was completely innocent. Or not.]
Elisa: [Elisa glances up at him, a wry grin on her face] Do it right the first time, and you won't have to do it again, huh?
Guy: Hey, everything's better if you do it right, though. [Guy's smirk widens into a very toothy grin.] And I'm an expert at that. [He leans in just a little more, bending o that they're more on eye level. The Lizard King is in the house.]
Elisa: [Elisa's met her share of creeps in her day (Tony Dracon springs immediately to mind), so she does what she usually does when subject to that kind of attention: shut it down. Though, so help her, if this guy called her "sugar" she wasn't going to be responsible for her actions] Good for you. Well, you can dump our dear Mr. Matthas in holding, I can take care of the rest. Unless you remember some particularly pertinent part of the case?
Guy: [Ow. That wasn't even a burn. That was just flat out dismissal. Guy raises an eyebrow... but he backs off. Just a little. After all, he’s not being that serious about this … and maybe she's just not into men.] I would, but I wouldn't know where holding is. Wanna show me?
Elisa: [Elisa sighs. Stubborn. Well, fine, she can go that route, too.] First timer, huh? Well, it's okay, everyone has to start sometime. And it really is better late than never.
Guy: [Guy shrugs.] Normally I'm a "tie 'em up with a sign" kinda guy, but I figured Bastard here needed special treatment.
Elisa: [Elisa leads the way down to the holding cells] I wonder how many times bastards like him have escaped because of that policy.
Guy: Dunno. None of mine, I'm sure. When a Lantern ties you up, you stay tied up 'til he decides you're free. [He smiles in remembrance of good times back on Oa.]
Elisa: A... lantern? [Elisa is puzzled, and thinks of olden-day lights]
Guy: Yeah. Y'know, like the Corps? [At her puzzled look, Guy holds up his hand and gestures to the ring, the realization flashes onto his face.] I guess you're not from my 'verse. We're an "intergalactic peacekeeping organization". So, y'know. Space cops.
Elisa: Space cops? So... why aren't you a cop here?
Guy: Because I'm a teacher. [This answer seems obvious to Guy, although now that he’s talking about it out lout, it’s also a little weak. Maybe he’ll put more thought into this later.]
Elisa:... You're a teacher? [Elisa's mother's a teacher; her respect for this man raises a few notches]
Guy: [Guy nods, grinning. He really enjoys his job] Yeah. Phys-ed. I used to work with special-ed kids, but... no actually I guess my kids are still special. [If you consider kids with super powers to be special.] They're all good kids, though.
Elisa: ... You're a special-ed teacher? [Elisa's eyebrows rise towards her hairline] That's... actually pretty impressive. Not a lot of people would choose that path. [They reach the holding cells, and Elisa unlocks one] Just stick him in here.
Guy: Not really impressive. [Guy scratches at the back of his neck, strangely embarrassed.] Just doin' what feels right, is all. [It's awkward talking about this. Normally Guy keeps his cards close to his chest.] Yeah, sure. [In goes the criminal. The moment the door's re-locked, the green shackles vanish into thin air and Guy's ring glows for a moment.]
Elisa:Not a lot of people do what they feel is right, you know. Take this guy here. I'm pretty sure he knew that beating up a kid wasn't "right." [Elisa smiles slightly at Guy.] But what does it say about the world when someone just doing the right thing is impressive? [After a moment's pause, Elisa ventures a question] What were those green shackles made of?
Guy:Yeah, well, that's why people like us're around, right? [Guy smiles wryly.] Dunno 'bout you, but I'd like to be considered impressive for somethin' other than my massive amounts of moral fiber. [Oh, a question?] Oh, just a ring construct. Think of 'em like my powers?
Elisa: Hah, if someone remembers me for my "moral fiber", I think I'll have done all right in the world. [If the Gargoyles are ever revealed back home, though, it's likely she'll be remembered for her connection to them, not for her own merits. Not that she'd ever begrudge Goliath anything, but she's a very independent woman.] Ah, right, your powers. ... Say, your crook doesn't have powers, does he?
Guy: If that's what floats yer boat. [Guy shakes his head.] Nope. Just your regular old kid-beating asshole.
Elisa: Good. [She nods her head once, decisively.] That's the last thing I want to deal with tonight.
Guy: [Guy’s thought it over and he wants to learn more about the police situation in the City. This might be a good chance to do that.] You got a long night ahead of you, or can I take you out for a drink?
Elisa: [Elisa looks at him in surprise. Really?] Sorry, pal, I don't drink on duty.
Guy: And you're on duty all the time?
Elisa: In this City? Pretty much.
Guy: Aw, c'mon. You gotta kick back sometime
Elisa: Well, I am only human.
Guy: Is that a yes to the drinks then? [He's totally going to keep poking until he gets a definite answer.]
Elisa: It's a no to the drinks. [She looks up at him and smiles wryly] But thanks for the offer.
Guy: No prob. [Guy shrugs. He's not too put out about it.] Guess I'll be goin' then?
Elisa: Like I said, unless you remember anything particular about the case?
Guy:(11:38:08 PM): [He'd probably be more pushy about the drinks, but Tora’s here, for one, and even if she says she wants some time to breathe, Guy’s not willing to give up on her completely. Plus, Elisa’s giving off those "not into guys" vibes. Oh, if only Guy knew.] It wasn't anything really special. Bastard hit the kid, I hit the bastard, voila. [Guy spreads his hands and looks accomplished.] Here we are.
Elisa: [Despite herself, Elisa laughs a bit] Too bad most of my other cases aren't quite so cut and dry. It'd make the paperwork a hell of a lot easier.
Guy:[Guy laughs.] I guess. But hey! Without all the gibbering psychos, life'd be pretty goddamn boring, wouldn't it?
Elisa:That's one way to look at it. I think I'll take the gibbering psychos over the homicidal madmen running loose through the country, or the conspiracy-theory-inducing porter. [She grins wryly] The gibbering psychos are usually pretty calm once you get them isolated
Guy: [Guy snorts.] Ain't that the truth.
Elisa: [The evening is quiet, and Elisa's not in any great hurry to rush back to her paperwork.] So, those green powers... how do they work?
Guy: [Guy doesn't have much to do either, so he just leans back against the wall and decides to show off a little.] It's ... pretty simple, actually. I just focus and want something hard enough and it comes. [A blink of green light, then a little green cat purrs at Elisa's feet as a little green plane zooms around in the air.]
Elisa: [Aw, hell, he had to do a cat. And one that looks so much like Cagney, except green] ... So... the power of "wishes"? And do they come in any other colors?
Guy: Close. More like willpower, really. [Guy scratches his chin.] Not as far as I know. I mean, there used to be a yellow one but it, uh, sorta got broken a while back.
Elisa: [Elisa smiles slyly] What, you have too much willpower for it or something?
Guy: [Guy looks off to the side.] Nah. Long story, I guess. There was a bad guy and some craziness... [He doesn't like to talk about Parallax.]
Elisa: [Elisa snorts.] If I had a nickel for every time that happened.
September 21, 2009
Guy: Eeh. Yeah, I know what you mean. [He smirks.] Sorta comes with the spandex, though.
Elisa: [Elisa merely raises an eyebrow at that] I'm sure I wouldn't know.
Guy: Really? You never had anything crazy happen to ya?
Elisa: Crazy? Oh, yes, I think I have had a few of those experiences. It's the spandex part I wouldn't know about.
Guy: Huh. You're really from a different universe, aren't you?
Elisa: [At that, Elisa laughs slightly] Buddy, you have no idea.
Guy: Try me.
Elisa: I'm pretty sure you won't believe me if I told you.