43rd Hangover - Crash and Burn!

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Action]

[As a drone, The Captain is competent at many things that are normally beyond him.

The ability to dress one's self.

History.

Literacy.

The ability to drive a car without crashing.

So when he comes out of his drone state, while driving, it's no wonder he is confused and things don't go so well.

The Captain drives the car right up a sidewalk, across a yard and into a tree. Smashing it pretty good.

With super strength, he kicks the door off and stumbles out of the wreck. Only his clothes are messed up by it.

He looks pissed.]


[Phone]

☠☠☠☠, Nextwave, sound off or something. Let me know who all is still here.

Anyone else who thinks they're a Super Hero, answer too.

I've been thinking.

Comments

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

951 Beulah Street.

Just knock when you get here.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Beulah Street. That's not far at all!]

Ahright. See ya in fifteen.

[Balin hangs up. And roughly 15 minutes later, The Captain will get a knock on his door.]

I meant 950! >.<

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Captain will answer the door and nod to the guy.]

I remember you, so you're going to tell me what it is you do?

No worries! Them houses all look the same anyway.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[And Balin's still dressed in the same physical training uniform The Captain saw him wearing last time, only this time he's more heavily armed; he's wearing a shotgun sling in addition to that holstered Colt .45.]

[And also carrying a journal.]

Sure thing. I also got some intel I picked up from talkin' with other people in town.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Guns, that's a good sign.]

Come on in, have a seat I'll go grab a beer. Unless you want something stronger?

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Nah, beer's good enough, heh.

[He'll follow The Captain inside, and sit down in the living room, taking off the shotgun sling and putting it on the coffee table. It's something he's made a habit of doing at his own household.]

Ahright, so. I don't got my Logos Abilities back yet—but I've got extensive trainin' in manufacturin' munitions an' explosives. I had to do a lot of'at in'a AFS.

I'm workin' on makin' several pounds'a C-4. An' when I get 'em done, I'm gonna give'a Milkman some payback for'a shit he's pullin'.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Get's a couple beers out of the fridge and tosses the guy one as he comes back out.]

So you do bombs? That's a lot better than my plan. I was just going to put the bottles near the door and punch him through the door.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin catches it, cracking it open a few seconds later.]

Hey, you've got'a powers to make'at work. I'd get fucked if I tried doin' that.

[He takes a sip.]

I was plannin' on gettin'a jump on him right on his turf, though. Over at'a Dairy. This kid I know, he staked out the Milkman's daily routine. So I got a good idea of'a best time to nail his ass.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Well, if you need a distraction, just let me know.

I've been itching to see if I hit him.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Well, you were callin' on every superhero in'a town, right? There's a lot of 'em?

Maybe we all hit 'em at'a same time, like a combined arms op. 'Cause I really ain't sure I'm gonna be able to bring down'a Dairy, from what I've heard about it. But ... I'm gonna try anyway.

[He takes another sip of the beer.]

Better'an lettin'a fuckers think they own us.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Maybe about half a dozen I can count and I'm sort of hoping more showed up I didn't know about.

You're right though, you'll probably fail. I hit the Postman with a car once, chucked it as hard as I could and even took out a bit of the post office before he recovered.

[Wincing, remembering how that ended.]

But that's the point, right? Let them know we'll keep fighting back against their ☠☠☠☠.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin gives a nod. He likes The Captain's attitude toward this; much better than the way Susan Sto Helit reacted.]

Yeah. Rattle'a cage. Make 'em wish'ey didn't drag our asses in here.

[A beat, as he considers that bit about the attack on the Postman.]

So'a Postman just shrugged it off? Kinda like that power you got?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

No, it hurt him. Crushed him and skinned him across the pavement. He just got back up though and regenerated or something.

Then he fought back.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin blinks in surprise a few times.]

You turned'im into roadkill an' he regenerated from'at? Damn.

[He's going to have to make note of that later.]

Dollars'a doughnuts that'a Milkman's gonna be just as much of'a roach ... Man I'd love'a have my nukes back.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and he returned all the damage he took on me and the person who helped me. It was pretty rough.

[Shook his head though.]

Grady was different, wouldn't even let you hit him. He'd bend reality then maim you or kill you. Or drone you if you're lucky.

Not sure what to expect with the Milkman and that Smith kid.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[That makes Balin wince in sympathy. But he also makes note of that as well.]

... Almost sounds like an extension of his normal gig, put like'at. Makes me wonder if it's'a part of his power set or something.

I'd ... heard'at about Grady, yeah. Poor kid who gave me'a intel on'a Milkman, got his head lopped off by'a sonovabitch.

[He takes another sip of that beer.]

Speakin'a which ... I'll tell ya what I know about'a both of 'em.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Drinks his beer, listening.]

Yeah, the fat man cut my legs off one time and left me to bleed to death on the street. That was before my powers came back though.

Some guy choked me to death while I was bleeding. It's a bit fuzzy, they said I probably went into shock or something.

So, tell me what you go?

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin nods.]

Ahright. First—from what I got told, it sounds like'a Milkman's an avatar for Lucy Smith. I don't know'a exact relationship; like if it's just an alternate form for her, or if it's somethin' else.

But what I found out about'a guy's daily routine seems to suggest it. Every mornin'a guy physically walks out of'a Dairy at 0500—

[He catches himself. Despite his name, The Captain didn't seem military.]

—Five o'clock in'a mornin', an' makes his deliveries 'round town. When he comes back, he vanishes. Doesn't even get out'a the truck.

So ... [He takes another swig of the beer.] I think'a best time to ambush 'em would be right when he's about to get in'a truck. I'm gonna set up my C-4 'round'a Dairy like a regular demolitions job, an' some in an' around his truck, hopefully where he won't notice.

I'm hopin' I can at least blast his fuckin' truck sky-high, even if I don't put'a scratch on him or'a Dairy.

[He gives a lopsided grin.]

That'd put a dent in his delivery schedule for sure.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

An avatar?

Huh, I wonder if smashing him up would hurt her. That'd be fun.

Sounds like a solid plan.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Boy I hope it would. If'at Lucy really is'a one in charge, there ain't enough pain in'a world to pay her back for what she's done to everybody here.

... I got no clue what's gonna happen when'a other shoe drops, though. I'm gonna try an' detonate 'em from out of sight; maybe hole up in a nearby buildin, some place with a view.

Still, if the guy's got'at reality-warpin' bullshit Lucy's said'a have, I'll likely die. Or get droned. Worst case, he'll drone me an' turn me into'a murder machine. Like he did to people when he was fillin' in for Grady.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Well, if I catch you killing people I'll put you down hard, if you want.

He might just hurt you, real bad, but you'll recover.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin nods. That's what he was hoping to hear.]

Yeah; I was gonna ask, since you said you're capable of takin' some serious punishment, I figure you'd be'a best equipped to handle it if I get outta control. Even if I get some of my Logos Abilities back before'en.

[But dying sucks, even when it's temporary! So Balin adds,]

You know anything about choke holds or stuff like'at? I can teach you if you don't. You could get me unconscious and drop me off at my house. Virgina an' Caesar can lock me up 'till'a killdronin' wears off.

Had'a do that when'a Milkman got Virginia.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

What's this Logos thing anyways?

[On choke holds...]

Umm... don't know if that would be a good idea. It's hard enough to pick up a beer bottle. I'd probably just snap your neck trying.

Maybe I can just pick you up and carry you. Not like you could stop me. Then I'll put you wherever they want you.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Pfft. Nah, trust me, I know what you gotta do to snap somebody's neck; you ain't gonna do that with somethin' like a rear naked choke.

[He gestures with his right arm, wrapping it around his neck as if he were reaching for his shoulder, as a sort of visual demonstration as to what the choke looks like.]

Though yeah, I guess that'd work just as well ... for now at least.

[Which brings him to The Captain's question—]

An' Logos—I dunno what your world's like, but if you got anything like magic, it's kinda like that. This alien race named'a Eloh came up with it after they found out what makes'a universe tick. An' I'm a Receptive, which means I got'a right genes for understandin' Logos Element information.

There's a ton of shit you can do with Logos, but'a AFS teaches Receptives how to use it based on their career path. An' I'm a Demolitionist, so most of'a Logos Abilities I know involve blowin' shit up. Though with Logos, I'm doin' it with battlefield nukes. Without havin'a have a nuke on hand'a do it.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I squeeze a little too hard and bones will break and you might die anyways... just more painfully.

[The rest though...]

So you think it and you make it go boom? I have a friend like that actually. She's droned now but if she comes back I'll have to introduce you.

She talks funny but she's a natural with exploding things.