"I'm gonna go out on a digit here and guess that makes more sense in context."
The walk down from his room had been easier than Depth Charge had anticipated- he wouldn't have been surprised if those crutches had just been to stop him charging around and busting his stitches open like an idiot rather than to ease any pain- and so he'd made pretty good time. Good enough to catch the tail-end of a faintly bizarre conversation, anyway. He'd also been expecting to find it a lot more difficult to find S.T. than it actually turned out to be. Who could miss this little group?
He stopped just a little short of S.T., giving the other three men a blatantly appraising look. A kid in red spandex and a mask (spider-themed? Tarantulas would have had a field day with this guy), a weathered-looking man in a hat (maybe he shouldn't have left his own beret back in his room, he hadn't realise it was obligatory tonight) and... oh. He knew this one. The man from the car place, weeks back. Without his bandages, too. It was kind of embarrassing that he'd been so suspicious before, but then he'd still been pretty stupid about this place then.
Oh, well. Not like he was good at first impressions anyway. "Actually, scratch that," he said simply. "Nothing's too weird for this place. Name's Depth Charge, and it looks like I'm gonna be your resident muscle for the night."
Everyone was super quick about getting to the meeting spot, it seemed. Scott was arriving at pretty much exactly the same time as S.T. (whom he realized he hadn't actually seen in person since the Doyleton trip) and a man who took the "You Gotta Have Blue Hair" rule to heart. Indiana Jones, Two-Face, and Spider-man were already there, too, and wow Scott had an unexpected brain aneurysm at the fact that mentioning those three names in the same sentence didn't faze him anymore.
He hefted the broadsword over his shoulder, partly to look impressive and partly because resting it there was easier than holding it suspended in his grip (no wonder it was such a common pose for knights and fantasy hero types - the lot of them were just too damn lazy to hold their swords properly). "I like the sound of muscle on our side," Scott remarked with a grin that betrayed his eagerness to get going and get something worthwhile done. "Is this all of us now?" he asked.
Despite the fact that the kid felt the need to hide his appearance, he turned out to be amiable enough, offering a wave and a casual response. Harvey had to try very hard to not raise an eyebrow when he was given a title rather than a name: Spider-Man. Maybe it did make sense where the kid came from, if that was his own twisted mind, but Harvey didn't really have the time to dwell on it.
"Yeah, Dent's my last name," he confirmed with a nod. "First name's Harvey." It was at that point that Jones showed up and offered his own opinion on the matter, though it made Harvey wonder. Did he know who was hiding behind that outfit? Did he know what the kid had to hide?
Leaving Jones to fill "Spider-Man" in about what had gone on last night, Harvey watched as Sangamon showed up with a joking comment of his own. He nodded to the man, knowing that they needed him and that he was easy enough to get along with that he could let the odd statements pass. And then...
Then he saw the face of a guy who he hadn't seen in ages, who he really wouldn't have even remembered if he hadn't been faced with him again. He didn't know if he'd ever even gotten his name until now, though "Depth Charge" seemed like as much of an alias as "Spider-Man," even if this one was showing his face. He'd been at that used car shop with Scourge and had acted like he was off his rocker with hostility and... asking him if he was from Earth. He wondered if the guy had mellowed out or if he'd only been invited along for the muscle, as he said.
There wasn't a chance to address any of that, though, since Scott was on the guy's heels, carrying a sword with him. Harvey tilted his head -- did the kid really know how to use it, or was he just showing off? If he did, great. If not, then he was going to end up putting them all in danger.
It was his question that Harvey ended up replying to, however. "I hope so," he said with a glance around at the entire group. "Otherwise we're going to have a problem." He was already thinking that they should split in half the first chance they got, but he'd wait to voice that opinion. How were they going to use that ring with this many people, anyway?
The usual suspects gradually filtered in, one of them with a massive broadsword over his shoulder. Indy raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Better than nothing, at least.
He'd seen the guy with the blue hair before but couldn't remember ever speaking to him. Depth Charge. He thought wistfully of the halcyon days when people got their nicknames from their dogs rather than arachnids or (his best guess) underwater explosive devices. Indy missed those days.
This was no time to get misty-eyed, though. He replaced the shield in the bag, introduced himself with a nod to Depth Charge, and briefly studied the ring on Peter's costumed hand; it looked identical to Taylor's. They'd already learned that this group was too big to move quickly, but they could split up when they got farther on.
"Let's move, then," he said, turning to Taylor. Privately he wondered if the ring could transport this many of them at once, but there was no need to ask. They'd find out soon enough.
S.T. let the assembled groups get through names, and was about to cut things off when Indy did it for him. The anarchist bitch session could run all night if they let it, but these guys were cool. They had a job to do.
"O.K., watch and learn. Get closer, everyone, I don't know what the effective radius of this thing is." The last thing they wanted was to end up with half a compatriot on the other side. Except if it was Two-Face.
"You just smash the stone." He ran it down the untaped end of the pipe, where the threads were visible. Whatever the stone's metaphysical properties, it wasn't much harder than the dried blood that had created it, and it chipped and then crumbled like a rockslide.
"I'm gonna go out on a digit here and guess that makes more sense in context."
The walk down from his room had been easier than Depth Charge had anticipated- he wouldn't have been surprised if those crutches had just been to stop him charging around and busting his stitches open like an idiot rather than to ease any pain- and so he'd made pretty good time. Good enough to catch the tail-end of a faintly bizarre conversation, anyway. He'd also been expecting to find it a lot more difficult to find S.T. than it actually turned out to be. Who could miss this little group?
He stopped just a little short of S.T., giving the other three men a blatantly appraising look. A kid in red spandex and a mask (spider-themed? Tarantulas would have had a field day with this guy), a weathered-looking man in a hat (maybe he shouldn't have left his own beret back in his room, he hadn't realise it was obligatory tonight) and... oh. He knew this one. The man from the car place, weeks back. Without his bandages, too. It was kind of embarrassing that he'd been so suspicious before, but then he'd still been pretty stupid about this place then.
Oh, well. Not like he was good at first impressions anyway. "Actually, scratch that," he said simply. "Nothing's too weird for this place. Name's Depth Charge, and it looks like I'm gonna be your resident muscle for the night."
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Everyone was super quick about getting to the meeting spot, it seemed. Scott was arriving at pretty much exactly the same time as S.T. (whom he realized he hadn't actually seen in person since the Doyleton trip) and a man who took the "You Gotta Have Blue Hair" rule to heart. Indiana Jones, Two-Face, and Spider-man were already there, too, and wow Scott had an unexpected brain aneurysm at the fact that mentioning those three names in the same sentence didn't faze him anymore.
He hefted the broadsword over his shoulder, partly to look impressive and partly because resting it there was easier than holding it suspended in his grip (no wonder it was such a common pose for knights and fantasy hero types - the lot of them were just too damn lazy to hold their swords properly). "I like the sound of muscle on our side," Scott remarked with a grin that betrayed his eagerness to get going and get something worthwhile done. "Is this all of us now?" he asked.
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"Yeah, Dent's my last name," he confirmed with a nod. "First name's Harvey." It was at that point that Jones showed up and offered his own opinion on the matter, though it made Harvey wonder. Did he know who was hiding behind that outfit? Did he know what the kid had to hide?
Leaving Jones to fill "Spider-Man" in about what had gone on last night, Harvey watched as Sangamon showed up with a joking comment of his own. He nodded to the man, knowing that they needed him and that he was easy enough to get along with that he could let the odd statements pass. And then...
Then he saw the face of a guy who he hadn't seen in ages, who he really wouldn't have even remembered if he hadn't been faced with him again. He didn't know if he'd ever even gotten his name until now, though "Depth Charge" seemed like as much of an alias as "Spider-Man," even if this one was showing his face. He'd been at that used car shop with Scourge and had acted like he was off his rocker with hostility and... asking him if he was from Earth. He wondered if the guy had mellowed out or if he'd only been invited along for the muscle, as he said.
There wasn't a chance to address any of that, though, since Scott was on the guy's heels, carrying a sword with him. Harvey tilted his head -- did the kid really know how to use it, or was he just showing off? If he did, great. If not, then he was going to end up putting them all in danger.
It was his question that Harvey ended up replying to, however. "I hope so," he said with a glance around at the entire group. "Otherwise we're going to have a problem." He was already thinking that they should split in half the first chance they got, but he'd wait to voice that opinion. How were they going to use that ring with this many people, anyway?
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He'd seen the guy with the blue hair before but couldn't remember ever speaking to him. Depth Charge. He thought wistfully of the halcyon days when people got their nicknames from their dogs rather than arachnids or (his best guess) underwater explosive devices. Indy missed those days.
This was no time to get misty-eyed, though. He replaced the shield in the bag, introduced himself with a nod to Depth Charge, and briefly studied the ring on Peter's costumed hand; it looked identical to Taylor's. They'd already learned that this group was too big to move quickly, but they could split up when they got farther on.
"Let's move, then," he said, turning to Taylor. Privately he wondered if the ring could transport this many of them at once, but there was no need to ask. They'd find out soon enough.
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"O.K., watch and learn. Get closer, everyone, I don't know what the effective radius of this thing is." The last thing they wanted was to end up with half a compatriot on the other side. Except if it was Two-Face.
"You just smash the stone." He ran it down the untaped end of the pipe, where the threads were visible. Whatever the stone's metaphysical properties, it wasn't much harder than the dried blood that had created it, and it chipped and then crumbled like a rockslide.
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