RP: Flight from NY to LA
Takes place after Nathan Petrelli's Gala. RP with doug_ramsey. Pyro borrowed from and used with the permission of tm_pyro. He'll be returned mostly unharmed.
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"This is pretty cool," Doug said, poking his head through the door of the Luthorcorp Lear Jet. "I mean, it's not the Blackbird, but the Blackbird doesn't have a minibar."
"Mmm huh?" Pyro collapsed into the nearest seat, took a mere moment to realise that it was a particularly large, comfy, warm seat, and instantly fell asleep.
Doug was still poking around the interior of the jet. The Gala had gone well. No one had tried to kill him, or steal his brain, even though he had seen someone who had looked suspicously like Sylar from across the room. Pyro had been pretty well behaved (and very sexy in his suit), and no one from SHIELD had tried to arrest him. Nathan Petrelli himself had been just as studly and polite in person as he had seemed over the web. And Doug had found himself being fanboyed by a couple of Japanese guys. At least they'd been interested in him because of his "hero" credentials rather than the whole model thing.
"Ah, Mr. Ramsey." Lionel Luthor entered the plane, taking off his coat, and settling into one of the chairs. "We're preparing for takeoff. It's probably wise to sit down."
"Um, sure." Doug sat down, and then thought better of it, and got up again to wrap a blanket around Pyro, and snap a seatbelt into position around him. The other man hardly stirred. "So," he said to Lionel. "I still don't really understand why you wanted to talk to me. I'm not in the hero business. I'm just going to LA to go to a conference."
The engines started up. "Believe me, Mr. Ramsey, Metropolis is rather overflowing with heroes at the moment. I'm much more interested in your talents as a linguist."
Doug opened his eyes with surprise. "Really?"
Lionel smiled. "Really. I've recently come into possession of transcripts of a language no one on earth has ever seen."
"Wait..." Doug edged forward in his seat. "No one on earth?"
Lionel reached under his seat for a professional black briefcase. "I think you're beginning to understand why I had particular need of your rather unique expertise."
The pages Lionel presented to him showed a language unlike anything he had ever seen, but apparently written on generic notepaper with a fountain pen. Doug frowned. "How did you get this stuff?"
"You can read it?"
"I can read anything."
Lionel leaned forward. "So, it is a language, then? It makes sense? It's grammatical?"
As the jet started its way down the runway, Doug raised his voice over the thunderous sound. "It's perfect. But where did you get it?"
Lionel laughed, relieved. "We have a long flight, Mr. Ramsey. But tell me, have you ever been to a town named Smallville, Kansas?"
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"This is pretty cool," Doug said, poking his head through the door of the Luthorcorp Lear Jet. "I mean, it's not the Blackbird, but the Blackbird doesn't have a minibar."
"Mmm huh?" Pyro collapsed into the nearest seat, took a mere moment to realise that it was a particularly large, comfy, warm seat, and instantly fell asleep.
Doug was still poking around the interior of the jet. The Gala had gone well. No one had tried to kill him, or steal his brain, even though he had seen someone who had looked suspicously like Sylar from across the room. Pyro had been pretty well behaved (and very sexy in his suit), and no one from SHIELD had tried to arrest him. Nathan Petrelli himself had been just as studly and polite in person as he had seemed over the web. And Doug had found himself being fanboyed by a couple of Japanese guys. At least they'd been interested in him because of his "hero" credentials rather than the whole model thing.
"Ah, Mr. Ramsey." Lionel Luthor entered the plane, taking off his coat, and settling into one of the chairs. "We're preparing for takeoff. It's probably wise to sit down."
"Um, sure." Doug sat down, and then thought better of it, and got up again to wrap a blanket around Pyro, and snap a seatbelt into position around him. The other man hardly stirred. "So," he said to Lionel. "I still don't really understand why you wanted to talk to me. I'm not in the hero business. I'm just going to LA to go to a conference."
The engines started up. "Believe me, Mr. Ramsey, Metropolis is rather overflowing with heroes at the moment. I'm much more interested in your talents as a linguist."
Doug opened his eyes with surprise. "Really?"
Lionel smiled. "Really. I've recently come into possession of transcripts of a language no one on earth has ever seen."
"Wait..." Doug edged forward in his seat. "No one on earth?"
Lionel reached under his seat for a professional black briefcase. "I think you're beginning to understand why I had particular need of your rather unique expertise."
The pages Lionel presented to him showed a language unlike anything he had ever seen, but apparently written on generic notepaper with a fountain pen. Doug frowned. "How did you get this stuff?"
"You can read it?"
"I can read anything."
Lionel leaned forward. "So, it is a language, then? It makes sense? It's grammatical?"
As the jet started its way down the runway, Doug raised his voice over the thunderous sound. "It's perfect. But where did you get it?"
Lionel laughed, relieved. "We have a long flight, Mr. Ramsey. But tell me, have you ever been to a town named Smallville, Kansas?"