Love is Love is Love
Booster smirked as the assistant shuffled away and ran a quick combing through his own glossy blonde hair while he waited for his cue.
"Don't hold your breath," he told Godfrey with a genial smile as he tugged at his suit and made sure everything was appropriately snug, "I'm the futureman, remember? We've invented better metals than Iron by now."
edited 16th Jun '16 2:23:44 PM by SonOfSharknado
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"Why don't you take that medal and shello and welcome back to the G. Gordon Godfrey Show!" Godfrey said, turning to the cameras, changing his persona at the drop of the dime. "For our last segment, we have here a man who likes to go by the name of Booster Gold, but who I prefer to call just another one in the line of sick men and women who have abused America's need for a hero in order to make a quick buck."
Without so much as a hello, Godfrey quickly turned to Booster, looking down at his cards. "Now, this is the interesting part, Mr. 'Gold', you currently make millions of dollars selling merchandise with your name on them and a TV show which turns your exploits into Saturday morning fun. A question for you: how many of these dollars fell into the hands of the families of the people you threw into prison without so much as due process, or the people whose houses you destroyed whilst engaging in vigilante activities?"
And Booster didn't need a robot to see that the green screen behind him wasn't showing the usual images of New York, but rather video footage of him battling one of many costumed criminals across the world- and leaving more than a few blocks of destruction in his wake. Of course, the only footage being shown was that of the destruction, and not the people he was busy saving (and one could swear Godfrey's crew had edited the thing to absolve the criminals of any property damage, but how could they prove it?)
edited 19th Jun '16 2:21:55 PM by Stratofarius
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Karen was entirely silent as she slipped into the white one-piece of Megan's replica of her outfit. ...I may have an alie... a non-Earth heritage...... It just sounds so farfetched. So weird. I mean, my parents couldn't have possibly been Krypt-whatevers - they didn't have powers!
The blue gloves went on next, followed by the black shorts and the blue boots; it took a bit of adjusting to smooth the boots out as the they kept bunching up around her ankles. ...As far as I could tell, anyway. Their diary proved that they could keep secrets better than me... for all I know, they've been keeping this from me too, and hiding their powers somehow...
Last was the gold piece and lariat around her collarbone and shoulders - this one made out of thinner plastic than her normal one. But then they'd have put something like that in their diary, right? Or did they keep it out of that for Aunt Lindy's sake? She stopped fiddling with the gold piece to shake her head furiously. Damnit... I'm just guessing at this point. Nothing I've seen or known so far points to them being ali... Kryp... Kryptonian, so I can't be one too. Right?
The blonde stood up straight, staring up at the ceiling with a grimace on her face. ...Right?......
The door slid open, and Power Girl stepped out into the waiting room. "Thanks for that, you guys." Everyone would notice that while her posture was normal, her walk seemed more hesitant - more unsure; possibly because of the question of her heritage that she was pondering now... and possibly because Megan's replica of her outfit was a size smaller than expected, and it showed in how tight it appeared on her.
"Okay... Sorry for the detour, Big Blue," she said in advance of any other comments. The blonde took a deep breath to try and calm herself again - and stopped partway when she heard an audible creak from her back. She promptly slouched forward a bit, her cheeks turning even redder than earlier. "But... I think I'm really going to need it before going anywhere else."
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Screw the Lion!
"Lad, my hearing is good, but not that good," Rocket said to Darwin. Then Power Girl came out of the room, and immediately hearing the loud crack from her back. "You alright?" the raccoon asked, clearly concerned.
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Love is Love is Love
The Studio
Without even turning to look at the green screen, Booster smirked and snapped his fingers. In the time it took for the friction of his fingers moving against each other to generate an audible noise, Skeets' infrared nanowires and hypertransistors worked their way into Godfrey's video files and supplanted the damning, doctored footage with footage directly from Skeets' own recordings, transitioning between the complete pictures of the battles Godfrey was showing, or to scenes of STRIKE rescuing civilians during natural disasters or after the battles, or giving food and blankets to the bereaved. While all this was happening, Booster was talking.
"Well Gordon," he began, as he did not have enough respect for the man to call him "Mr. Godfrey," "It's funny that you mention that. Let's start off with the idea that I make 'millions'. Now, I do pretty well for myself, I'm not going to lie, but I think 'millions' is a gross and unfair exaggeration. Something your program is quite adept at making, to be fair." Without even giving Godfrey the chance to rebut that slight, he pushed on, "When it comes to how much of that money the people caught in the line of fire see, they see more of it than I do. As your own producers no doubt told you, I have never, and will never, charge for a public appearance or any sort of interview. As for my merchandise, eighty percent of all proceeds made from any product with my likeness, whether it's an action figure, a lunchbox, or Bluesterberry Bubble Gum, go to charities and disaster relief funds. Ten percent goes to the manufacturer, and it was a struggle to get them to agree to that much, and that last ten percent goes to me."
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Toa of Anarchy
Kate could barely make the smallest inclination of bolting before the guards shifted their shoulders together, blocking the path.
"Gonna need those weapons handed over, lady."
Professor X couldn't help making a bit of a face at X-23's incredibly literal approach to his request. The mechanical behaviour was clearly hard wired from an early age, but by the time he was through with her, she'd be an extrovert to rival Logan.
He turned to Paige with his usual congenial smile. "So then, Miss Guthrie. I gather that you've come a very long way to see how your brother is doing. Did you make this journey completely on your own?"
Superman gave an embarrassed cough at the creak of strained spandex, and merely said "That's all right, Power Girl. You don't need handle all this at anyone's pace except your own."
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X-Men Sub-Basement
Very, very slowly, Darwin turned his head from PG's not-so-PG outfit and to Megan. He regarded her with a flat look.
Like the boob window wasn't bad enough, Marsha. Next time, just put her in-
His next series of sarcastic suggestions were definitely not PG.
TV Studio
Kate considered running back into the production control, but thought against it; she had already gotten the civilians inside more involved than they needed to be in.
As for the bodyguards, who was to say that they didn't have superpowers/advanced tech/whatever like Godfrey maybe had?
Kate shrugged off her quiver and handed it and her bow to one of the bodyguards. "What now?"
Paige couldn't help snickering at Professor X's barely restrained eyeroll. It had been kind of funny, in a Spock sort of way, but she knew that the other girl clearly had gone through hell and would need a lot of some kind of help to get out of it.
Suddenly she realized that the world-famous Charles Xavier was addressing her and she reddened, then realized he was a telepath and went pale, then realized that he likely would have read her earlier Superman-related thoughts and blushed again. She answered in a too-calm voice. "Yessir, all by myself. My parents don't officially know I'm gone and if anyone asks I'm a runaway, but I have their blessing to be here in order to visit Sam." She smiled at the memory of her dad's overly theatrical wink when he'd handed her Sam's old motorcycle helmet.
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Studio
"Clearly that ten percent is being well spent, considering how you're currently illegally hacking my television feeds to broadcast images which I have not even seen or authorized," Gordon said, leaning forward with a smile. "I think I should just have reported you to the police earlier when you threatened to do that, right? But, what can I expect of a vigilante. You people do whatever you want and leave us to clean the mess afterwards."
He pulled out a notepad and started scribbling on it. "Just focus on me, Joe, I don't need the green screen." He told the cameras, writing down a series of numbers. "By the way, Joe has three kids waiting for him at home. But I guess he'll have to get there late because you needed to show me up in my own show, which I invited you to, right?" He suggested, smiling at Booster before finishing his scribblings. "Here we go."
Clearing his throat again, Godfrey pulled out a pair of glasses from his coat pocket and put them on. "You see, back in my home, we had this saying. You break it, you fix it. Now all of these disaster and charity relief funds, do they involve you actually meeting the people whose houses you damaged face to face?" He shrugged. "I suppose you don't have time, what with all of your free public appearances. Just shove some money their way and hope they won't complain about the fact you destroyed their family homes and wiped out entire generations of memories all because you had to chase someone who robbed a bank. Got the focus on me, Joe?"
Nodding to the, Godfrey cleared his throat again. "Since Iron Man decided to show his face around, New York has seen an increase in bank robberies and other kinds of crimes the likes of which it hadn't seen since the 80s. Not only that, but the prisons are now filled with people who can't get the kind of treatment they deserve... yet the ones that do get to talk to a psychiatrist say the funniest things. As it turns out, and this is data from the International Association for Correctional and Forensic Psychology which you folks at home can find out, sixty four, I repeat, sixty four percent of patients say they were in some way inspired to act upon their criminal intent thanks to the actions of costumed vigilantes."
Godfrey pocketed his glasses again. "Consider a family of three who has to rebuild their home and, essentially, temporarily replan their entire lives as their own neighborhood tries to rebuild from the damage you did to public buildings. How much money does it take to make them forget it wasn't the man in the funny mask, but you who destroyed their lives and most likely inspired the man in the funny mask to do it?"
X-Mansion
Megan blushed instantly once she heard the creak, and then blushed even more when Darwin began thinking about all those things.
"Darwin!" She squeaked, her face so red you could swear it was about to burst. Waving her arms at the boy in a foolish attempt to try and get him to shut up, she floated over to Power Girl's side. "I-I can help you... hold that..." The alien teen muttered, completely ashamed.
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Rogue, X-Mansion
Rogue seemed to have blushed when she heard Darwin's comments as well and seemed to have just sighed in exasperation, unsure as to what to do. She did however keep her distance from Power Girl for power-related reasons.
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Manhattan
Axel, Question and Sandman were almost out of the TV store where they had been watching Godfrey's show when the young man heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, isn't that...?"
He ran back to the TV, and sure enough, it was Booster Gold, arguing with Godfrey on national television!
"Hey!" he motioned to his companions. "Come and check this out!"
Love is Love is Love
Booster summarily ignored Godfrey and faced the camera.
"Well first," he began, "Joe, right? I'm genuinely sorry if I've made your job harder in any way today, I really am. But I wouldn't have needed to show that footage if Gordon here wasn't so dead-set on using doctored, deceitful, dishonest footage to try and paint an unfair picture of myself and my colleagues. I figured that your audience might be more interested in the truth, but then, it's the G. Gordon Godfrey show, truth is as meaningful to him as it is to that other Alliterative Bigotry Brigade."
He calmly took the coffee cup off of Godfrey's desk and took a sip before continuing, as if the coffee were meant for him.
"Now, back to your "point", Gordon. I never use money to "shut people up", I have integrity. All I know is that people getting hurt is an unfortunate part of what happens in my line of work. Do I wish it could be otherwise? Absolutely. If I could win every single one of my fights without collateral damage, I would love to, but that's just not feasible, no matter how hard me and every other superhero in the world would like it to be otherwise. None of us have the mission statement that we're going to destroy x amount of property before we put down the bad guy. It's no different than a police officer, people get hurt in the line of fire, cars and mailboxes get damaged in a high speed chase. Heck, people get broken ribs when they're given CPR. And even if there is a real causal relationship between the existence of superheroes and supervillains," At this point, Booster turned to the audience and put the back of his hand to his mouth to give a theatrically-conspiratorial whisper, "And, as the guy from eight hundred years in the future, after eight hundred years of study there's still no definitive proof." Then he went back to his normal voice and addressed Godfrey again, "The fact of the matter is that the villains are here, and they'd still be here if every superhero on the planet just went home, and there are a lot of them that your average police officer can't handle. That's not to disparage law enforcement in any way. Before I became Booster Gold, I tried to become a Science Officer, the 29th Century equivalent of a cop, so I have all the respect in the world for them. But your rank and file officer isn't equipped to get into a shootout with Dark Elves or giant robots or things like that. You see people that operate outside the system as people trying to tear that system apart, when in fact we're trying to push it together and hold it in place." Booster sighed and folded his hands in his lap as he leaned back in his seat.
"But you really don't understand why people are heroes, do you, Gordon? Well, as somewhat of an expert on the subject," he paused to hold up a finger and add, "And I mean that literally, I wrote my dissertation on the History of the Costumed Hero back in College and I got my Bachelor's in Metahuman history."
"What is he doing?" Coulson muttered nervously as he and Moon Knight watched the show from Boostr and Moon Knight's apartment.
Booster drank Gordon's coffee again and continued. "Anyway, here's the long and short of it. Most metahumans are just average people, completely ordinary, and, with the exception of people like myself or Tony Stark, none of them expect for the thing that makes them a hero to happen. It just does. No one asks for the tragedies that will happen to them, the hardships and the heartaches and the physical toll heroes have to pay for the gifts they receive. But whatever happens to these people, by and large they'll look in the mirror and say "I've been given a chance to make a difference". So many times in our lives we're told "One person can make a difference, you can do anything, change starts with you", and we're given the rare opportunity to put that statement to the test. It would be incredibly easy for every person who suffers a trauma or a trigger that changes them to become a supervillain. The fact that we even understand that a superhero is a concept is a historical miracle. It's a miracle that depends entirely on the strength of the human spirit, in someone's inherent goodness, to look at something that fundamentally shifts everything about who they are and who they will be for the rest of their lives and say "How can I use this to help someone else?" And it goes beyond just what we can physically do, with our strength or our speed or our intelligence, it's about what we can be. What we can mean to people, what we can represent, how we can give them hope. So we wear brightly colored costumes and we have goofy names and we put ourselves on full display in the public eye because we want people to know that there's no reason to be afraid. That the world might be an ugly place full of corruption and hatred and intolerance and cruelty, but that it's not hopeless, because the good guys are here. It's why I love this time period so much, it's that spark of hope, it's that energy, that optimism, that adventure that I count myself so blessed to be a part of while I'm in the 21st century. People like Superman and Green Arrow and... Power Girl."
Booster's entire body language changed as he leaned forward and steepled his fingers. The air in the room seemed to drop a good ten degrees as Booster focused an unwavering, unblinking, steely gaze on Godfrey while he kept his tone as light and conversational as possible.
"Let's talk about Power Girl for a moment, Gordon. A brave young woman that you of all people had the gall to call a monster. Let's talk about last night's Benefit that Oliver Queen hosted. Let's talk about the fact that, after the confrontation was already over, Lex Luthor's private military force, because that's what they are, they had no legal authority, showed up and started assaulting people that had already surrendered. These people, by the way? Not mutants. You know how I know that? because there has never been a documented case of a mutation for moving mechanical parts. It was a setup by Raze, using your image of a hatemonger and a bigot to further drive apart the human-mutant communities." Then he had to stop himself and take a breath to control his slowly-building temper. He rolled his shoulders for a moment to try and ease their tension. "Then, Power Girl, the textbook model of the blue-eyed blonde All-American girl, moved towards these glorified attack dogs to stop them from assaulting people who had already surrendered. Even actual cops aren't allowed to do that. What did Power Girl do? Did she throw a big rock at them? Did she threaten them with heat vision? No, she just walked towards them and raised her voice. For this terrible crime, she was nearly shot. To. Death. It's a miracle Power Girl is still alive right now, and all because she was trying to do the right thing." Booster took a few seconds again to breathe. "But I'm guessing you haven't talked about that. After all, Lexcorp is a majority sponsor of this program as of... yesterday." Booster held a holographic chart between his hands to show the percentage of money Lex Corp gave to Godfrey's Program compared to other companies. "And besides that, she's just a metahuman, right? She's just a vigilante. They don't have rights to you, do they? We're not "real" human beings, not "real" people. That's why you hate heroes, Gordon. because you're a bigot, and a fearmonger, and a hatemonger. You're a peddler of hatespeech. You feed off rage and fear and inciting loathing and distrust. You think Superheroes are up to something because you can't comprehend why someone would do something out of the goodness of their heart because you don't have any.
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Marc Spector was only partially dressed as Moon Knight that day. He was wearing his white and black costume, but his mask was absent. He didn't notice Coulson sitting right next to him as he clutched his everything-bagel and coffee with an iron grip. The television had stolen his attention.
"Take 'im down, Mike. You got this."
Marc was giddy with anticipation. There was no way that Godfrey could counter what Booster had just said. What would he do next? Leave in a huff? Remain dead silent? The only downside was that he wasn't in the seated audience to see Godfrey getting taken down with his own eyes.
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—Manhattan—-
Wesleigh leaned over Axel's shoulder to take in Booster's speech. Screw speeches it was practically a filibuster. She smiled. One hell of a story this was turning out to be. And her master did rather need stories.
"Well. Point made and bearings set for home, right? Hell of a take down," she said to the two men she was with.
"I wonder how the hell Godfrey will respond to that."
She was entirely uncomfortable with the term superhero as it applied to herself. Before everything she'd been a vigilante, and now she was a necessity. No heroics or villainy involved. But the others in her circle of companions would more than benefit from someone like Booster to hold their ground. And she couldn't deny the reputation her title came with in The Wake.
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Godfrey remained completely still as Booster delivered his speech- but so did his smile, the kind of smile someone got after winning a chess match or realizing their plan was a success. That smile, that shit-eating grin in formation, that condescending smugness that only Godfrey knew how to summon. And when he finished, Godfrey simply opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then leaned just slightly over.
"Are you done?" He asked, still smiling. "Because let me tell you what I heard: comparison in place of argumentation, causation in place of justification, some internet-level insanity thrown in there and just to top it off, a healthy dosing of appealing to emotion. It saddens me, it truly does, that vigilantes are incapable of operating on the same level of discourse as adults and have to appeal to such topics as 'goodness in one's heart'. Oh, and, of course, forgetting the one true proverb, the one that says that the road to hell is paved with good intentions."
Godfrey adjusted his tie and turned to the camera. "I won't lower myself to Mr. Gold's level, my fellow viewers, by coddling you like children and telling you beautiful stories of optimism and hope, because we all know America wasn't created by dreamers. It was created by doers. And it's about time we do something before the vigilantes' wonderful tales of sunshine and happiness turn into demands we simply can't refuse. The power will be on your hands this upcoming election, my fellow viewers. And I will count on your vote. Join me tomorrow for another edition of the show. Good night."
And before Booster could get in another word, the producer gave the sign, and the cameras were off.
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Manhattan
Question spoke once it was all said and done "Same way they always respond, belligerent cynicism and verbal gymnastics. Gold's was a very good effort, commendable even but... this was Godfrey's playing field, he didn't stand a chance. I only hope he reached someone, it may not be wholly true but we need people to keep believing this country is built by dreamers. The stories we tell ourselves are important" he mused, then he shoved his hand in his pockets, and ambled over to the alleyway "shall we go?"
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Toa of Anarchy
"Now?" One of the guards leaned closer. "Now, you watch close, and you decide if you wanna cause any more problems."
The guard holding the quiver held it horizontally, raised his knee, and brought the quiver down hard.
Xavier nodded thoughtfully. "You must care about your brother very much, to make such a long journey for a single visit." He folded his hands, leant on the table, and tapped his fingers against his chin. "Although...I can't help but wonder if a visit is the only thing you're here for."
After a moment or two of waiting, X-23 finally saw someone approaching. A redheaded woman in smart attire and an encouraging smile. "Miss Laura?" she said. "I'm Vice Principal Grey. I'm here for your tour of the grounds."
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She was used to waiting for things. Waiting for her next meal, Waiting for a target to arrive at the chosen location. And so she had a system for how to best pass the time, once she had secured the area, she more or less shut her brain off. It was not sleep, per say, she still remain fully aware of her surroundings and was ready to respond at a moments notice. She simply ceased all surface thoughts and let herself sit in total silence, both in and out of her head.
This is the state Jean would find her in. Once she rose, her thoughts, as usual, evaluated the new contact as a threat. Outwardly unremarkable, no weapons to speak of, a toned body with some scars that was evidence of prior conflict. Of course, as with anyone in this building, she could easily be far more dangerous then she appeared. If she had to fight, sneak attacks were the best course of action, or alternatively, long range strikes from afar if she could locate a gun of some sort. Something told her this would be a common conclusion for her to reach. She turned to face Jean, not having sat down while he waited.
"Understood, I am ready to commence the tour when you are." She paused a moment, unsure if questions were allowed, then spoke. "How fortified are the grounds? If what information I have gathered is accurate, then this location has likely been targeted in the past by hostile forces."
Paige blinked, startled by his response. "I mean...". She paused. "I found out that I'm a mutant before I set out, and I wanted to tell Sam. Also, getting away from home and letting things settle down seemed like a good idea. Other than that..." She paused again and shrugged. "I really don't know. I wanted to see Sam, to see the school. I wanted to see if he was happy here as a mutant, since it all came down on him so suddenly-the accident, getting his gift, then the hostility of the town and his having to leave."
"I don't know how it happens for most of your kids here, but small towns are sometimes the worst for being different, because it's not strangers hating you. It's family and people closer than that passing on the other side of the street and whispering behind your back." She shrugged again, running a hand through her hair. "I know mutants aren't really loved anywhere, but I wanted to see things for myself if our home was worse or better than a big city. I may never use my powers again on account of their strangeness-I can't fly, or move stuff with my mind, or run through walls, but just having them is enough. Knowing that Sam and I are the same, and that he's safe-I could go home or find somewhere to live, knowing that. People hating us is always going to happen. It's when people don't care about mutants that the bad things will happen. Like that girl and those people who used her-she's just a thing to them."
She paused, smiling. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to ramble on. I guess I think I'm here to see what it means to be a mutant, if that makes sense?"
TV Studio
Kate winced slightly as her quiver broke in two- and with it all her arrows, feeling the crack as if it were her own bones.
A few arrow halves had fallen out of the broken quiver, and Kate did the first thing that came to her mind- she jumped forward, grabbed a pointy half, and jabbed it into the bodyguard's eye- even if he was a superhuman, his eyes probably weren't arrowproof.
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Power Girl glanced at Megan with a sheepish grin. "Maybe... have a sewing kit or something ready, just in case."
After a quick elevator ride, Power Girl and the others emerged from one of the Institute rooms containing said hidden elevator. At first, the students who were walking through the hallways while between classes milled about normally... at least until one of the younger ones caught sight of the blonde, realization evident in his eyes. "Ohmygod, it's...!"
He pat his two buddies on the shoulders, who both practically turned in unison to look. They quickly approached the group, and as soon as they walked past, a few of the other students followed their line of sight. Soon, Power Girl found herself surrounded by a small throng of chattering teenagers of various ages, genders and colors.
" - didn't know you were here again! Is something going on - "
" - news said you were freakin' shot! You don't get shot!! I mean - "
" - random news guy said you died, but I guess that wasn't true, huh - "
"- uh, you're lookin' kinda snug there - "
It took the blonde quite a bit of her willpower not to instinctively bring her arms up to* cover herself in embarrassment. Instead, she kept her arms at her sides rather stiffly, making it obvious that she was still uncomfortable with this kind of attention so soon.
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Darwin found himself nearly pushed toward the sidelines from the onslaught of student but he tried to stay by... well, not by Power Girl. He was likely next to Miss Martian and she was next to Power Girl, so there was his visual anchor.
"Oi, oi, oi! You all, she just got outta medbay, ya idjits! I swear, if you y'all don't back off, I'm'ma make y'all listen to all my jokes."
Screw the Lion!
Rocket merely shrugged, still having no idea why Power Girl was suddenly uncomfortable. When everyone emerged from the elevator, the half-Kryptonian was suddenly thronged by the Institute students.
Rocket immediately went into crowd control mode and walked in front of Power Girl. "Oi, oi, oi!" he began, almost in chorus with Darwin. "Everyone back off! Back off! Save the questions later, lads and lasses, girl just recovered and needs 'er bloomin' space!" he called out, making himself a barrier between the masses and the superheroine.
"Well before, I did it with reckless abandon. Now I can't control myself!" ~ Jesse Cox, 2014
The Studio
"Sir, Ican'ttakethisohnoyouwon'ttakeitbackthenIguessI'llkeepit." The intern mumbled an apology as fast as possible, keeping the fifty and trying to sneak past a very angry Godfrey, who stomped his way to the seat behind his desk.
"Try not to be an idiot." He told Booster, adjusting his tie and making some last minute changes to his slicked back hair. "The cameras make you fatter... and they also have a tendency to show your true face. Like your friend Tony Stark." He smiled, not even bothering to look at Booster. "Wondering how long it'll take for you to crack?"