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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- allelujah,
- ayumu,
- batman,
- brainiac 5,
- clark kent,
- claude,
- danny phantom,
- dias,
- edward elric,
- evangeline,
- forte,
- frey,
- guy,
- hanekoma,
- hanyuu,
- heiji,
- indiana jones,
- kaito,
- ken amada,
- kenren,
- kenshin,
- kio,
- kira,
- kvothe,
- leon magnus,
- lugnut,
- matsuda,
- matt,
- mikami,
- mitsuru,
- ophelia,
- peter petrelli,
- phoenix,
- raine,
- renamon,
- roland,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- scar (tlk),
- schuldig,
- shinichi,
- shito,
- sora,
- soubi,
- superboy,
- sync,
- teisel,
- the doctor,
- the flash,
- tony stark,
- tsubaki,
- tyki,
- wolverine,
- xigbar,
- yue,
- yuffie,
- yukari,
- zex
Day 38: Patients' Library
The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.
He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.
Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.
Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.
Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.
[for Homura]
He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.
Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.
Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.
Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.
[for Homura]
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"So you learned how to be a superhero from watching movies?" Wally asked, sounded even more doubtful. Sure most of the League had weird reasons for having their powers, but he'd never heard of anyone learning how to fight and save people from watching movies. "I don't think it really works that way..."
And the talk about his own 'style' (since when were they supposed to have their own styles anyway? He must have missed that memo) and things like 'Zoom' and 'Slow' didn't help much there. But 'Mach Speed' sounded a lot like... a really cheesy name for superspeed. But still, what were the chances of finding someone else who had powers like his here of all places? "So lemme get this straight," he said aloud. "You learned how to fight and stuff from movies, and you have a bunch of powers that sound like they're to do with movies too? What are they exactly anyway? And do they still work here?"
Despite his skepticism that this guy really had any powers, Wally couldn't help but laugh wryly at the mention of an escape attempt. "Yeah, I don't think many people have had much luck there," he said with a shrug. "But they can't keep us here forever, right?" At least he really, really hoped not.
Something Joe said sounded familiar, and it took him a moment to place it. Wait, hadn't there been a note about him on the bulletin board? "Hey, if you're the Joe I'm thinking of, I don't know if hitting someone upside the head classifies as 'saving' them."
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"And my powers, I need my V-watch for. And I think I need to be in a movie too, but then I transformed in the real world when there were people cheering for me. But anyway, haven't you watched an action movie? Whenever something's in slow motion, it's way cooler, right? And the camera always zooms in on the hero right before he delivers his finishing move," now Joe was standing, and making punching motions in the air to punctuate his speech. "What better powers could there be?"
"Of course, if I don't have my powers, and I can't save a damsel without messing up, I guess I'm not much of a hero," he was still smiling, but it became a bit forced. "But I've got to keep trying, right? As long as we don't give up, it'll all work out."
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"And anyway," he said more confidently, glancing back up at Joe. "There's lots of others here with powers or magic or who are really smart, so it's not like we're all alone here." And he did have allies, one in particular that he trusted more than anyone to actually be able to find a way out of here. Of course, he couldn't tell Joe that it was all going to work out eventually because Batman was around, but that didn't change the fact that it would. It had to.