001: awwwwwhere goes.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[Slo-bo's walking. It's a pretty bored, foot-dragging pace, actually, with no real awareness that something's changed. That is, until he starts paying attention to the sound of his footfalls.]

...Tch. [he sniffs, head turning this way and that as he does so.] Nn...That ain't right.

[he stands quiet for a moment longer, listening for those tell-tale city sounds. nope. he grimaces, rolling his shoulders while his hands stay purposefully casual in his pockets. 'i'm not scared!', he's trying to say. he should be trying to say 'where is this?' or 'what's going on?', but that would require asking out for help. he's blind, not helpless.

but now he's just annoyed.]

Frag. [another sniff, slowly starting to saunter again, getting antsier. when his boot taps the faint edge of a building, he stops. reaching out, he feels the wall and the corner, considering. seemed like it was the only one in the area, if his sense of space was right.


...but buildings don't answer questions.


so he punches it. hard. he's grinning at the loud sound of impact and the crumbling of concrete.]

Heh. [nice echo. that'll get someone's attention!]

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[lamb_of_gold]

Wanton destruction is rarely appreciated.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[a loud, derisive sniff.] Like I give a frag about that. Who're you.

[lamb_of_gold]

Mu.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Fft. Y'ain't anybody important than. Be useful or beat it.

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm surprised you've not been beat, having a mouth like that.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Sense of space, sure, but does he have other senses? Because he might feel some kind of dark presence nearby as Axel slips out of the shadows to admire Slo-bo's handiwork.]

Feel any better, kid?

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[it's a neck tingle, that it is. kinda magic-like, and Slo-bo hates magic.]

Hnh. I'unno yet. Wanna scoot over here an' lemme take a crack atcher skull, too? Betcha that'd be soothin'.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel smirks. Oh yes— Axel is magic. Full of it. The sparkly heart-tingle make you cuddle your momma kind.

And gunpowder. That too.]

I like my head in one piece, thanks.

— You look a little lost.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

You smell a little moldy. So--what. You th'fraggin' tourguide in alla this? [he idle reaches and picks at some of the crumbling punch-crater, rolling the fragments inbetween thumb and forefinger.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[The redhead actually sniffs for a minute.]

... Moldy? I don't know about moldy. Darkness doesn't give you horrible allergies.

And no, I'm not the tour guide. Just a half-resident. I say half, 'cause anyone who's here can go back home anytime.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

...Wait, when did Lobo get tiny? I think I missed something.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[freezing, listening. you have his full attention, sir. his head turns and tilts towards the voice.]

...And who th'frag're you?

[i think you're right!]

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

What, haven't you heard of me? I'm Booster Gold! Hero from the 25th century!

{yeah and Lobo tried to kill the League once, but let's forget that part}

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

...







No.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

It must just be coincidence, then. There's no way you can't have heard of me if you were, uh...Okay, let's back up--who are you?

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Haha, what a strong little one we have here!

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[kicking a small chunk of brick away after bumping it with his boot.] Hah. Ain't you th'smart one?

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

It takes little smarts to make a simple observation. But welcome, my young friend, to the Astral Plane! It is an unusual place between dimensions, but not entirely a bad one!

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Th'frag're you on about? [leaning forward and giving the voice's general direction a sniff or two.] How'm I s'posed t'believe that, huh? Prove it.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[just...observes him for a bit, wary and curious, before rolling herself towards him]

You know, shouting works just as well without leaving permanent damage.

((I...THINK Slo-Bo comes after No Man's Land, so she wouldn't know of him yet.))

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[wheely sounds, huh. he tilts his head toward them, giving a sniff and sneering slightly at the voice.]

So what.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

So people might be more inclined to help you out that way.

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

Why did you do that?

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

'Cuz it was there. Gotta problem?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

You could have hurt someone. [Is solidly against senseless violence]