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At L'Eclair, a fine bistro in Metropolis

Mar 15, 2006 14:39

Merlyn sips his espresso and sighs contentedly. There aren't too many places in America where you can get really decent coffee, but this is one of them.

He looks around idly. Surely Superman won't be late. He's Superman after all.

nite-lite, oracle, camilla marlowe, dr. mid-nite, lois lane, merlyn, calculator, superman, flash wally west

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midnite_md March 17 2006, 15:13:43 UTC

The bow's a lot more aggressive than he'd thought, and the doctor is driven back, his own armored chest plate suddenly cleaved apart as he staggers back, trying to maintain his balance.

And that's when the owl swoops down to attack from behind, to snap the quiver off of Merlyn's back.

jla_villains March 17 2006, 15:30:24 UTC

The owl was unexpected, and he rolls away from it easily - and comes up shooting backwards over his head, a spread of bolts. He just needs a few more seconds...

midnite_md March 17 2006, 15:41:55 UTC

DAMMIT!

An arrow catches him in the right shoulder, spinning him around on his precariously balanced feet and dropping him too quickly... dammit.

Aside from the pain, his first thought is that he won't be able to patch up Nite-Lite's boys if he dies here... and his second thought, after potential death occurs to him, is Dinah.

jla_villains March 17 2006, 15:57:02 UTC

He doesn't waste any more time on Mid-Nite beyond a second arrow and a third, both aiming for the leather shoulderpads to pin him in place, then twists around and nocks a final arrow.

Lane is in his sights. Time to finish it.

He releases...

_man_of_steel_ March 17 2006, 16:41:51 UTC

And it's caught. In midair ( ... )

jla_villains March 17 2006, 17:03:12 UTC

He smiles despite the pain.

That's not going to happen, sir.

Signal flash, release!

And he shimmers and abruptly disappears.

_man_of_steel_ March 17 2006, 17:09:23 UTC

It's still going to hurt. The shafts went along, but the points didn't.

Superman smiles at Lois, then goes over to Mid-Nite. "The two of you ok?"

midnite_md March 17 2006, 17:22:36 UTC

Dr. Mid-Nite had taken one of the two follow-up bolts, but he's already plucked them both out of his shoulder, and is busy doing some emergency self-surgery, in case he'd hit a crucial artery. His surgical supply box is open and he's awkwardly - yet expertly - maneuvering his own hands

Torniquet, probe... doesn't SEEM to be anything potentially fatal to concern himself with...

"I'm sorry... I cut it that close, Superman," he says, through gritting teeth. "If you could... a trip to my Brownstone lab for my friends outside, so I can... tend *nng* to their wounds properly..."

_loislane_ March 17 2006, 18:10:39 UTC

Lois would be better if she weren't watching what Mid-Nite is doing to himself. As it is, she's a little green around the gills. "Where'd he go?" she snaps, trying not to look at the blood...which has never really bothered her before.

Huh.

midnite_md March 17 2006, 18:42:06 UTC

"Personal teleporter of some sort... no doubt." Mother of God, this hurts, and saying 'mother of god' is not taking the Lord's name in vain, because he truly needs the Lord right now. "The... Society *nng* has resources to equip *hff*... even the lowest on the totem pole."

It's clear. Yoga. Breathe steady, Pieter, breathe easy. Sew this back up.

_loislane_ March 17 2006, 18:45:31 UTC

Anyone talks about this later, powers or not, dies. Horribly.

Why?

Because Lois Lane Kent, tough as nails reporter, Pulitzer Prize-winning investigator, drops to the floor like a rock. Out cold.

midnite_md March 17 2006, 18:55:34 UTC

Oh, dear. He'd chuckle to himself if his eyes weren't watering right now.

"Nite-Lite, could you gather up Miss Lane please?"

portsmouth_crew March 17 2006, 18:56:55 UTC

The big man, who's finally made it through the door after climbing down from his big truck, nods quietly, and stoops down to pick up Lois and make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Uh, you need some help with that, Doc?"

_loislane_ March 17 2006, 18:59:10 UTC

Hurt? Nope, fit as a fiddle. Other than the whole passing out thing.

Kent mentions this later, she's going to find a way to give him a fat lip. Or something.

midnite_md March 17 2006, 18:59:29 UTC

"No, thank you... I've about got it. You can... tell me how the Portsmouth Pirates did today..."

Distract him, PLEASE.

portsmouth_crew March 17 2006, 19:00:47 UTC

Camilla's voice is in his ear, now.

"They're still playing, and they're up on Gotham by 12."

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