[ At this point a stewardess comes out and announces that they'll be showing a movie soon. Since this isn't one of Brett's games, the movie will have nothing to do with Kirby. ] [ As if Charles read her mind (Gee, imagine that), he says "My school is for all grades. I believe there to be no end to learning." ] * Miya looks around. "Sugoi," she murmurs, because her player doesn't feel like using brackets for a word she actually knows in Japanese. A man steps out of the driver's seat. He's tall, muscular, and well dressed, with thin-rimmed spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose. He also has white eyes like Miya. Oh, and he's covered in blue fur. * Miya fidgets and looks at her feet, which are still swinging back and forth. "I dunno if I should let someone who... um, who named himself 'Iceman' name me. I'll probably end up with Teleportation Girl or something." Hank chuckles. "Or something lame like 'Teleportra, Master of Space.'" * Miya grimaces. "Eew, no!" If anyone says that, I'll kick them in the face! He nods sagely. "See, that's my biggest life goal. To make a vaccine that keeps people from thinking names like 'Marvel Girl' are cool." * Miya smiles sheepishly. She doubts J-Pop is a common taste at the Xavier Institute. Yet, anyway. (Bwahaha.) Heyhey, don't be scared. I'm just your average everyday glowing street vigilante. Mugging, occasional bank robbery... all that sorta stuff. Who'd put a bank in a bad neighborhood? Very stupid people. * Miya considers, then nods. That would make sense. Yeah, Punisher. Big guy with a skull on his chest. Shoots bad guys. Mostly in Manhatten, but sometimes comes to the outer boroughs. Nice fella. Plus I know almost a hundred ways to twist someone into a pretzel. ^_^ * Miya giggles. "Salted?" Nah, sensei still hasn't taught me the salted pretzel techniques. Those're the *really* nasty ones. Kinda a crappy deal, I gotta say. Bet Captain America doesn't had to beat his head against a wall to get powered up before a fight. Hey, I'm serious here! No man can stand before the power of the Testicular Claw! ... * Miya cracks up. 'specially when you pick 'em up and start shakin' 'em upside down and all... they go out like that! * Miya keeps laughing. Granted, it's ineffective on women... but like I said, no man can stand before it's awesome mightyness and stuff! * Miya hears that, then laughs harder. Apparently, the person who developed the technique tried to figure out a version to use on women... he apparently died soon after. * Miya laughs and laughs. She reaches up to wipe tears out of her eyes. Y'know, I always wondered about that. Captain America and those guys... yeah, I know they fight for virtue and justice and all... but wouldn't their jobs be easier if they kicked the bad guys in the jimmies? * Miya giggles. "Stop. Ow." * Miya takes off her glasses and rubs at her eyes. * Daegal grins. "Allright, allright. But I'm tellin' ya, if I ever meet Captain America, I'm askin' him why he never kicks the Red Skull between the legs." ... I won't have to wear spandex, will I? Um. I haven't yet? Good. It's impossible to be intimidating in spandex. If they make me wear spandex, I'll kick 'em in the face. Want me to do that if they make you wear spandex, too? That or I can try to make us get there right away, but I'm not very good at long-distance hops. ... your power is to turn into a pogo stick? * Miya giggles. "No." Good. 'cause that would just be sad. A sad pogo stick. Geez, it's not like Dr. Doom's gonna show up and try to rob the local bodega. I'm gonna take a stab in the dark here... either you're strong and quick, or your power is to cuddle people to death. * Miya walks in a bit and turns to Daegal, taking off her sunglasses as she does so. Don't need to wear those anymore. "So, what do you wanna see first?" Umm... Batcave? They wave back. Bobby says, "Well, looks like you picked up a stray, Miya. Who's this?" Daegal. And he's not a stray. Um, not really. Yeah, I've had all my shots, and I'm even housebroken. Hehe. So we're what, superheroes now? Yup. You lost the coin toss, so you gotta wear the spandex. * Miya nodnods. * Eric locks up the aircraft. "No way in hell am I wearin' spandex." Yes you are. And you get a silly codename, too. Yeah. Like, uh... * Miya thinks. "Exploding Boy!" So... No. Or "Pastrami Lad"! Target. The Human Shield? Dead Man! * Eric shakes his head. "You're the human shield Daegal." She Man! * Eric chuckles. "I... don't think so." * Miya closes her eyes. "Um, anyway. Right. Powers." I guess we should all know what we do and stuff. Since we're stuck together. * Miya smiles weakly. Miya shoots ice cream from her eyes! * Miya eyes Daegal. "Splat." * Eric nods. "Do you want demonstrations this time? 'Cuz if you do here isn't the best place." T.. that's a weird power. * Daegal stumbles back as if hit. * Eric chuckles. ... so cold... and delicious... *hams it up* * Miya jumps to her feet, on the table, and glares at Daegal. "Splat! Splatsplatsplatsplat!" * Eric cracks up. Not the cookies and creme! My one weakness! Argh! Ha! * Eric concentrates on his hand, and a metal spork appears out of, well, nowhere. * Miya blinks. "Cool!" You.. have the ability to create sporks out of thin air? He's the Sporkmaster! Splodey the Sporkmaster! That'd be nice. Always have something to eat with. Nah, I can do other things to... Just can't make anything really useful. You know, you have a real way with words. That's your title. Splodey the Sprokmaster. Now we can put you in Sporky Spandex. * Daegal grins. "I'm from Brooklyn. We's good with the words there." * Eric sweatdrops. "No, and no." Aww, come on! O.. oh my. And you need a Sporkmobile, of course. ... an EXPLODING Sporkmobile! * Miya giggles. "And the Sporkcave." She looks over at Daegal. "That's right, right? Sporkcave?" * Eric holds his head. He's laughing, really. "Dude, you're talking about Batman." * Ginny giggles. Yup, Sporkcave. Cave fulla sporks. Right! * Miya powerposes. "Splodey to the rescue!" You have the ability to prevent chairs from falling over? * Miya giggles. "No, I keep me from falling over. Um. I think Hank called it density manipulation, or something." * Eric looks at Miya. "Either that or she's a furni-path." Um. What's the difference? Between a mook and a goon, I mean. Mooks take one hit, goons take two. There're levels of henchmen. Mooks, goons, thugs, and so on. * Miya nods. "I see." Even though she obviously doesn't. You beat up the mooks to get to the goons, who tell you where the thugs hang... then you find out where the big fish are. ... You beat up fish? * Daegal smirks at Miya. "Hey, just because I'm some kinda street thug doesn't mean I'm some kinda street thug." ... right. And who the hell're you guys supposed to be? The Black-And- White-Cookie Brigade? Nah, more like cookies and cream. Oh, I got it! You guys are the new Oreo mascots! Brilliant deduction! * Miya covers her mouth to keep herself from giggling. The guy in white says "We are the Hellions. We represent the interests of the Hellfire club. I hope you've heard of them?" * Eric hmms. "Can't say I have. What about you guys?" Hellfire Club? Yeah, that's the strip club over on MLK Boulevard in Bedford-Stuyvesant. * Miya blinks. "You represent a strip club?" Man, how low can you go? Not surprising with those outfits... * Ginny sits up as best she can, and turns off the lightsaber. ".. By the Force, that hurt." * Daegal blinks. "s'odd... woah, didn't notice the big guy. How didn't I notice the big guy? He's big." * Miya nods at Daegal and says, "He's Russian." As if that explains everything. Hey, Eric. s'it true that moose are allowed to vote in Canada? Only the white mooses. Well that's just discrimination, right there. Someone should call Jesse Jackson. Yeah, that's what I keep telling them. * Daegal walks around, pantomiming holding a sign. "No justice! No meese! No justice! No meese!" * Miya giggles. * Miya looks around. "Well, um. I guess... we could do something besides the jungle. We did jungle last time." ... And I got all wet. That could be a problem. Splodey melts. * Miya giggles. Like sugar! My powers may work based on pain, but that don't mean I *like* gettin' whacked. *grin* If you did, perhaps we would call you The Masochist. *Kurt appears above the horde and strides across them too, managing not to get hit by Bob! * Miya just barely manages to avoid Bob and keeps going. She hops off the last one, vanishing. Bob flies straight up, trailing some hippies who were trying to harm him. They fall back onto the top of the horde! *Kurt disappears after Miya, meanwhile ... and get a haircut! * Daegal reaches up to his face, and straightens his nose back to its normal position with an audible *CRUNCH*. * Eric winces. "You've done that before, haven't you?" [ A lovely woman appears before you! She wears a green jumpsuit, yellow boots and gloves, and a leather bomber jacket. She has brown hair with a white shock down one side. ] * Bob blinks. ... Hank asks over the PA, "I don't think you've met Rogue yet? I think she's in another point of the country right now." This is... THE Rogue? "Well, no. This is a holographic reproduction. Isn't that right?" ... okay, I know I've made some disparraging remarks about spandex in the recent past, but I'd like to amend my objections at this point. Daaaaaaaaamn. * Eric cracks up. * Bob zips over to the door as fast as he can, rips it open, and rockets up into the booth. * Miya sweatdrops as Bob breaks the door. ... dude. Doorknob. Ow. *wobbles* The doctors... they needed a base to build on when they made me... and you had almost everything they wanted. * Miya opens her mouth, then closes it. Then: "Wow." * Daegal pulls himself back upright. "Ya don't look... near as good *cough*... in spandex, though..." *coughcough* ... what the heck's a crepe? Sounds like the guy one rung lower than a mook. * Miya somehow manages to eat crepes with chopsticks and no knife. It may be a mutant power. * Daegal hmms. "Wonder when they'll let us start fighting bad guys... prolly make us start with the losers. Like Stilt Man, or Paste Pot Pete." * Eric snikers. Stilt Man? That sounds dumb. Stilt man? Paste Pot Pete doesn't even make sense. * Daegal turns around... "Dude! Spider Man! How ya doin'? ... er, aside from the extra arms..." Kick the Kingpin in the head for me sometime, will ya! The face. Kick him in the *face*. The face, right. In the face. Boot to the head? ... ah damn! I forgot to ask Spidey the question! What's that? Why he never just kicks the bad guys in the nuts. * Miya cracks up. * Ginny blushes. * Eric chuckles. * Bob blinks. On the other side of the door is a tall, lovely black girl about your age. She has perfect posture and is dressed elegantly -- in all white. ... if you're one of those Jehovah's Witnesses, we're not interested. "Good day. Are... what? God no." This last comes when Bob closes the door onto the man's foot. From the other side of the door, you hear shouting; "I'll be back! I swear I'll get you rotten kids! You haven't heard the last of SalesMan!" This is followed by gradually departing maniacal laughter. * Bob blinks. * Miya blinks. ... So that's what a lame villian is? ... Yes? * Daegal bangs his head against the door. I.. hope he was joking. So Salesman is evil, but Mailman is not? I don't. It was funny. Figures we'd get the villian with mutant sucking powers. ... seriously. Shouldn't the gate be keeping these people out? ... right. Let's go inside before Thor comes by asking for a cup of sugar. Who's Thor? ... Thor. Norse God of Thunder. Big blonde guy with a hammer. He's on the Avengers. Oh. * Miya considers for a moment. "I'm gonna check the gate." She goes to do that. What would a god need with a cup of sugar? Don't ask. Too late. * Ginny decides to go in and try to sleep.. and forget any of this happened. Suddenly, a tall, muscular, bearded blonde guy comes out of the sky and lands near you all, holding a hammer and wearing a shiny helmet with wings on it. "Uhm, sorry t'bother you guys, but I just came from the Avengers mansion, and we're out of condensed milk. You got any we could borrow?" ... ... ... * Daegal sighs. "Be right back, Thor." [ It has, oddly enough, become a dark and stormy night. Cable's out, and so is main power; the building is running on backup generators, now. The phone still works, thankfully, which enabled you to order pizza, or something like it. ] ... geez. If Chuckles can afford this place, you'd think he could pay the electric bill. * Eric is lying on the couch. "What's this weird feeling? It's like... I don't want to eat." * Miya waves a cheeto at Eric. "Come on, Eric! Just one little cheeto! I can't eat it." * Eric raises an eyebrow. "Really? Well, let's assess the situation. We're in a giant house with no power, no cable, and a freaky guy just called on the phone. Oh, and did I mention the thunderstorm outside?" ... okay, everyone concentrate on an entryway into the room. Anything moves, run in circles, scream and shout, that sorta thing. * Daegal keeps looking. "Goddamn superhero team, and they have backup power where this putz can easily cut it. Fucking brilliant." * Man stands there with his claw to Miya for a while longer. He seems to be growing impatient. "SHOW YOURSELF! Or you wanna watch while I kill 'em all?" ... and you said I was getting cliched. Yelling out for your arch-rival in the rain as lightning crashes in the background? Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. Terribly cliched. I'm just wondering if big blonde and ugly over there is gonna demand we wait for Julia fucking Roberts to show up before we get started. ...who? * Daegal drops into a ready stance. "Actress. In a buncha movies you'd have to taser me to get me into. * Daegal eyes his bloodstained shirt. "Dammit... I really gotta stop wearing white tank-tops..." ... hey. D'you guys realize we just survived our first supervillian fight? That was a supervillain? Think so. That sucked is what it did. He was big, had sharp claws, poor fashion sense, cliched dialogue... had to be a villian. Oh. I thought it was a new yorker. ... You can't be both? Nah. No self-respecting New Yorker wears sideburns like that. Grilling Chuckles on why he couldn't sell a few of the nice vases he has laying around here to pay for a decent frikin' security system will be fun. *grin* * Daegal shrugs. "Might be only so many powers one person can have." Maybe. Yeah, if you get too many powers you explode! Oh dear. I wonder how many it takes. * Bob starts counting on his fingers. ... I'd like to be able to shoot pizza from my eyes. That'd be fun. Oh yeah? I'd like to be able to talk to kitchen appliances. Teleporting would kick ass, too. Flying would be pretty cool also. Teleport behind a guy, surprise 'em with a pretzel lock... But, um, I'm not as good at grabs. It's easier to kick them in the back of the knee. * Eric shrugs. "I just fry them though." Well, yeah. I'm saying if I could teleport. *grin* ... or the ability to kick people in the nuts with my mind. That'd rock. * Miya throws her icepack at Daegal. ...you seem unnaturally fixated on that portion of the anatomy. It's because it's one of the most... vulnerable on the male body. * Daegal catches it with his face. "Oof. Exactly. My sensei's fighting style's based on taking out the poor schlub you're fighting as fast and as nasty as possible." *tosses the icepack back to Miya* * Eric returns with a pie he managed to find in the fridge. Yes, it's banana cream. "So, should I?" * Miya giggles. That's terrible. Horrible. Completely wrong. I like. I thought you'd approve. * Eric looks at Bob like Bob's inhuman. "How could he do that? Well, get the camera." ... Eric, get the chainsaw. Eh? Sure. * Eric runs off to get a chainsaw. ( o_O ) * Eric returns with said implement of forested destruction. "Are you sure we should do this inside though? Blood stains are so hard to get off of the carpeting." Charlie's rich. He can afford a carpet cleaner. Okay, and how do we know this won't hurt him? ( ...I can't stay awake, but now I'm afraid to leave you alone. c.c; ) We don't. S'why we're not gonna actually do it. Fun idea, though. [ "Now," Hank says. "Who wants to blow some stuff up?" ] * Eric drops his pencil when Hank shuts the book. He looks at hank. * Miya raises her hand. Um. I nominate Daegal. To be blown up, I mean. I second the nomination. [ Hank chuckles. "Oh, we're not blowing people up. ...not if we do it right, anyway." ] ... well, Eric had his turn already, so it's only fair. * Bob blinks. * Eric scratches his shoulder. "Don't remind me." Eric had his turn at what? Bein' 'sploded. Getting blown up, I think. Maybe. He's Splodey the Sporkmaster! Looks like fun, in an "OHMYGOD IT BURNS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" sorta way. [ "Thaaat'd be the Juggernaut. And if he was here, I have no idea why you guys aren't paste right now." ] * Daegal shrugs. "Just figured a superhero team would have a better security system. Where're the net guns? The trap doors leading to the pit of crocodiles? The crushing walls?" Don't matter. Guys from Red Hook don't wear tights. Except for the crossdressers. And the actors. And that one guy at the cigar shop... [ "Ah, I see. Well, I am glad that you are not starting any fights, at least." ] * Daegal chuckles. "C'mon, sensei. You know I don't just beat on people for no reason... only the bad guys. And mimes. And Jehovah's Witnesses. And Amway salespeople..." What'd I miss? New security system? Milk to combat the Oreo Cookie Brigade? Or... ooh, field work. Kickass. Yeah, but you ain't got the accent to go with it. People'll be suspicious. So? [ "But you don't sound Russian. If Piotr and Illyana are any guage, you don't really act it, either. You're too good at being American." ] * Miya fidgets and looks around the room again. s'like trying to pass yerself as a woman but walkin' around with a mustache. * Bob nods, while giving the impression that he doesn't really understand at all. A good cover, though. He bears watching. Ta be honest, they all bear watchin'. What do bears have to do with anything? I like bears. Big, cuddly, and deadly. Kinda like me. *biggrin* * Miya blinks a couple times. "But they have fur." Not the same bear. Oh. I'm not certain what makes you cuddly. ... me neither, now thatcha mention it. * Eric mocks Sherloc Holmes. "Ah ha! Brilliant deduction!" ... lemme rephrase. I like bears. Big, deadly, and fond of picnic baskets. Kinda like me. * Miya scratches at the back of her head. ( How can you not loves these kids? ) * Eric folds his arms and nods sagely. "Yeah, but are you smarter than the average bear?" Me? Nah. I ain't all that smart... just 'nuff ta get by. So bears are smarter than you? * Miya clearly doesn't get the reference. * Daegal notices Miya confusion. "Yogi Bear, Miya. American cartoon." Yeah, and a great one at that. * Bob looks confused. Why are we discussing american cartoons? Eh, splittin' up never works in the movies... just gets everyone killed by the guy with the chainsaw. ...should I be insulted that you think a chainsaw could kill me? Don't diss the chainsaw. ( It could be, uh, a cosmically powered chainsaw? Galactus picked Jason as his next herald. There we go. ) ( First Terrax, now this? Really, Galactus... ... I'm hungry. Me too! Brother! ) Why would the professor have access to the school records? He's got skeelz. Aren't those a candy? No, if you wanted candy it'd be skittles. Oh. So what are skeelz? * Bob makes his pronunciation identical to Daegal's. Skills. Slang Bob. Oh. * Miya looks down at the welcome mat. Flowery- aww, Daegal stepped on it. * Eric walks over to the car and pops the trunk. ( There's a corpse in there! Except not really. ) But since there are those that do, everyone's pissin' their shorts about it. I mean... exactly! You're the spooooooky mutant menace. Like canteloupe! * Miya blushes. "Um." * Daphne blinks. "Canteloupe?" She rubs her chin thoughtfully. "...never thought of it as spooky, really." Well, it is! On Halloween. Much spookier than pumpkins. * Miya nods. * Daphne chuckles. "Of coruse. Nobody expects the canteloupe." * Daegal grabs the phone and dials the mansion. * Eric gets in the driver's seat. * Daegal whistles as it rings... o/~ Com'on prof... where are you? ... put on hold. AND muzak. How evil. You sure we need to look outside the mansion for evil? * Miya pipes up, "Quality evil." And *bad* muzak, too. Geez... [ "I am Ms. Braddock, for those of you whose attention may have been distracted from the blackboard. I believe you were in the middle of chapter thirteen, yes? Very well, then. I'll call roll, and then we can talk about imaginary numbers." ] * Miya makes a face. Imaginary numbers. She'll imagine your numbers. ( 36-24-36 ... wrong answer. ) ( Hah. ) (HA!) (HAHA!) * Daegal starts doodling. Mostly stickfigures... a big one with a crudely-drawn mullet appears to be getting hit repeatedly with an ice cream truck. [ The class goes on, rather uneventfully; at least, M doesn't seem to single the bunch of you out too much, and she doesn't attack you with energy beams from her eyes or whatever she does; you haven't seen her powers yet, after all. ] ( Mutant ettiquate powers, I bet. Can set a table with a snap of 'er fingers. ) ( And a really nice bod to boot.) * Daegal facepalms. "Oh, wonderful. Oreos are trolling for new and exciting creme fillings." Hmm. Well, considering my brilliant plan worked like a pork shop in a Hasidic neighborhood... how 'bout you guys check this kid out, and I distract her with several hours of mindless small talk? * Bob takes the map and looks at it confusedly. [ The map eyes Bob warily, since he knows he's a spy. ] [ ...wait, no it doesn't. ] [ In the city of New York, there are two factions struggling for the future of the mutant race. The muties that commit crimes, and the muties that investigate and prosecute those crimes. These are their stories. *heavychime* ] Bob sighs. "Should I just pick the car up and go?" That would... probably be a bad idea. Maybe. Yeah, we're trying to be, ya know... Undercover. I'll be undercover. You guys'll be right on top of me. * Miya giggles. * Miya looks around. "I don't want to be rude, but... um, can we come in?" "Er? Uhm... I dunno. My mom'd kill me if she found out I had a girl in the house." * Miya blinks a few times. "So I have to stand in the hall?" ( "But isn't your mom a girl?" "No, actually... it's a long story." "..." ) *blinkblink* Was it something I said? Nah, I think it's 'cuz you were here. You look the part of jock or punk, if ya know what I mean. Who, me? I'm a teddybear! ... large, street-tough teddybear, admittedly... And I think he's got a thing for young Japanese school girls. ( Gosh. Where could we find one of those? ) * Miya blushes. Furiously. (Gee, I wonder.) * Eric points back at Miya. "And she's gotta thing for bein' quiet. See the... eh, problem?" * Daegal blinks, then grins. "Nah. I think it's just Miya. She's got mutant cuteness powers, doncha kiddo?" *ruffles Miya's hair* * Miya yelps. "Hey!" She tries batting his hands away. Daegal> ... okay. Let's go meet 'em then. Follow me, Splody and Kawaii Avenger! * Daegal dashes down the hall overdramatically. * Eric eyes Daegal. "Do you want me to make you 'splode'?" He dashes after Daegal. ... You're a dead man! * Miya chases! [ You see no bob. There is a corner gas station in view, tho; maybe they have bathrooms that're decently clean. Or maybe they don't, and Bob is fighting for his life against a super-evolved urinal. ] Anyway... like I said, I talked to Monet. Nice lady. Very polite. Complete psycho. So... she's like an evil mastermind? Like if Eric were evil! And ate less. And a girl. And prettier. * Miya thinks. "And more polite..." ... Eh? What was that? * Eric grins and ruffles Miya's hair. * Miya yelps. "Road, road!" What. It's still there. I just don't get the whole Hellfire Club thing. They're this buncha ultra-rich, snooty, polite mutants... and they get those four dipshits to do recruiting. Makes no freakin' sense. It's upper management. It has to make sense? * Miya giggles. I mean, if they're gonna be evil, least be consistant. s'confusing. It's all part of their evil plot to make your brain go 'splode. Boom. What kinda fucking dipshit beats people up 'cause they won't get her some juice? What're you, ninety? You can't go to the freakin' fridge yourself? You stupid or somethin'? Nobody ever taught ya ta use a juice carton? * Daegal rubs his head. "I'm gettin' too old for this shit." * Claire shakes Daegal's hand smiling. "It's okay. I'll get you back for it sometime." Just do what everyone else around here does. Kick me in the head. I promise, I ain't nearly as rude norma- well, actually, I am... but I ain't nearly as foul-mouthed nor- well, I'm that too... French, hmm? That mean I get to rib ya about Waterloo? *grins* * Claire returns the grin. "Only if I can call you a commie-bastard." I prefer leftist-pinko-commie-bastard, but that's okay too. * Miya bites her lip. "I dunno." She eyes Daegal. "I still need to kick him in the face." * Claire ponders. "Let's look for an arcade." For what? I've lost track... *grin* Let me help. Hey! * Miya steps on Daegal's foot. * Daegal hops. "I think you missed my face." *sticks out his tongue at Miya* * Eric heads out and... To the baracuda! * Claire follows! * Eric does that after a short detour to the kitchen. <.< * Miya goes and ends up dragging Eric away from the kitchen. * Eric gets dragged. ;_; [Blanka vs. Ken? No contest. No, really. Big Blanka SMASH... and gets his butt kicked. Mutie hatin' Ken!] * Eric walks over to the machine and punches in under Michelangelo. "Com'on, it's mook killing fun for the whole family!" * Miya giggles. "Help! I need help against the fly person." It's pizza time! * Eric jumps up and kicks the fly-guy! "Pizza time!" [And they reach the boss! It's Slash. Crap.] [A Random Player grins. "Here we go." And he starts tearing into the gator.] * Claire tears into the gator too! Must win! * Eric tears into the 'gator as well. "Let's make it quick." * Miya tears into the gator. "Cowabunga!" She is witty. Radical, man! I always wondered about their justification for footsoldiers on Mars. * Eric starts tearing into foot soldiers. * Claire takes a moment to wipe her forehead of sweat, then rips into the soldiers. [A_Random_Player comments, "I figure they're alien footsoldiers. I mean, if they're like trekkie aliens..."] Then why do they blow up when you kill them? [He seems to be having a grand old time with Leonardo. "Because they're exploding aliens."] Duh. * Eric hits his forehead. "Oh, of course!" [He laughs. "Yeah." And then he sticks out his hand. "I'm Bruce Wayne. Uh, no relation to Batman, I swear. I think my parents just have a sick sense of humor."] (It's Robin's fault. Really.) ( Is not. >.> <.< ) ('Cause Robin is the boy wonder.)