Application: Starman, Justice Society/Legion of Super-Heroes

[unluckiest_star]

A black-and-white blur flies into the Sorting Room from a flash of light, and lands at the applications table. The man is clad in a shimmering black bodysuit and full face mask that looks like a field of stars, and white boots and gloves. He is humming a jaunty tune

Comments

[wright_phoenix]

"Are you okay?" This new applicant was acting weird.

[unluckiest_star]

Gosh. People sure asked him that a lot these days.

"Well, I miss my Dream Girl, and I need my pills. They make the voices go away mostly"." He nods enthusiastically. "But other than that I'm fit as a Jovian fiddle!"

[wright_phoenix]

"Okay...." This person was a little batty. But at least he seemed harmless. Then again, Damon Gant seemed harmless at first, but look what he was.

"I'm Phoenix Wright."

[unluckiest_star]

"Ooo, nice codename! You can call me Starman. All my new friends do."

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough made a 'tch' noise. "You certainly don't have all your mind."

[unluckiest_star]

"Nope! Piece or two missing." He scratched his head. "Or maybe hiding...we didn't want Saturn Girl to know..." His eyes go blank for a long moment, then he returns his attention to the man. "Anyway. The doctors help, as best anyone this century can."

[vislor_turlough]

"Which isn't saying much, there are better centuries and planets to choose from. Definitely better planets."

[unluckiest_star]

"Meh. Yeah, but the other planets and centuries don't have Superman. Up up and AWAAAAY!" He swoops in a circle, arms extended like wings, and makes whoooshing sounds. "He's our inspiration y'know."

[papayagami]

When Starman pulled off his mask, Soichiro could see his name: Thom Kallor, which Starman said he was.

"Um...yes, you still are Thom Kallor, if you're wondering."

[unluckiest_star]

Thom blinks. "Are you sure? I get so confused!"

[papayagami]

"Yes I am. I can tell what a person's name is, and that's what your name is. I'm Soichiro Yagami. I don't think helping someone coming back to life can be topped, honestly." Now that would be useful.

[unluckiest_star]

"That's a funny kind of power. Not as funny as Porcupine Pete, though." He leans in closer and lowers his voice. "We almost never do that trick. See, the whole idea is that for somebody dead to live, somebody alive has to die. Brainy said it was important, so the Legionnaires volunteered -" he takes a deep breath. "- But I hate it when friends die."

[cardarchitect]

"Dare I ask what the pills are for?"

[unluckiest_star]

Thom nods. "They're supposed to keep the voices quiet. In my head. Stoopid voices."

[cardarchitect]

"And what do these voices say?"

[unluckiest_star]

"Bad things." He shivers. "Scary things. Black holes and Great Disasters."

[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf strode into the Sorting Room without fanfare. No fanfare was necessary. He was Beowulf.

He informed the applicant of this, naturally.

"I AM BEOWULF."

The applicant could be excused for ignorance of this fact, considering Beowulf's current appearance. House elves had augmented the clothing in which he'd arrived (boots and leather underpants) by providing him with a Hogwarts robe and Gryffindor tie. The robe could not close over his muscular chest, so he wore it open, and it barely reached his knees. The tie he had looped and knotted around his head like a sort of headband, its red-and-gold ends trailing down to his shoulders.

[unluckiest_star]

Thom isn't fazed by Beowulf's odd garb. (He should only see what Cosmic Boy would be wearing in the 2970s.)

He adopts an appropriately heroic pose, legs spread, arms akimbo, chest puffed up, and bellows back:

"I. AM. STARMAN!"

[iam_beowulf]

(( *so dead of Cosmic Boy's costume* ))

Could it be ... a kindred spirit?

"I'M HERE TO KILL THEIR MONSTER," Beowulf bellows in return.

[unluckiest_star]

((The '70s: a strange and wondrous time indeed!))

He looks around. "THERE'S A MONSTER?"

Killing monsters - the literal kind - is okay by the Legion Code. Mostly.

"HOW BIG?"