trans_9 | Meet-n-Greet

"It's not even the in-fighting that's pissing me off. it's... nevermind."

He shook Kon's hand.

"Julian Keller, Hellion, formerly of the X-Men, now free agent." Arrest aside. "I'm usually far less whiny and way more awesome than this, but you haven't really caught me at my best. Been having a rough few months." Which would be an understatement.

"...so we're really on a ship?"

Don't worry, Julian, Kon thinks you're pretty much reacting almost exactly like he would if he was stuck in a damn collar like that.

"As far as we can tell--and it's shot some of the crew planetside for a mission so they were able to see we were in orbit--yeah. Spaceship. It's a living thing and sentient as far as we can tell, and it's grabbed a ton of people from different universes and times--which is probably playing merry hell on everyone's timelines. For what, we're not exactly sure. Lots of superheroes from multiple worlds have been grabbed, though. Lots of cops and soldiers. Lots of people generally used to adventures or zombies or some kind of weird life or another," Kon explains helpfully.

"Judging from what some of the crew saw and heard on a planet Stacy sent them on a mission to--one that was totally wiped of all sentient life by some kinda nanotech bomb and had the standard 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' warning message left behind--there's some kinda otherdimensional threat out there. Called the Ohm. A lot of folks think whoever's behind this ship forcibly conscripted us into some kinda army to fight them. Although we're not sure those same people are even at the helm anymore, if you catch my drift. There's no solid answers yet, but we're getting there, and we're gonna, uh--be taking care of things soon. Not that it's good to talk about that here."

He briefly looks upward.

"Big Sister is listening."

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Julian was going to need a minute or five to process that, Kon.

"...I have no idea whether or not that's better or worse than being shipped off to a prison in an alternate dimension." Though, really, as long as he had the collar on, there wasn't much difference.

"What are the odds of me getting gangraped in the showers here?"

"Are you sure you're not a criminal?" It's really just a joke though, because he keeps mentioning prison and stuff. Kon's actually pretty amused by this guy.

"And there are no showers--the suits keep you clean, which is majorly nasty, but even if there were, I'd say minimal. Lots of do-gooder types, and barring the bickering over what's best for everybody, they do seem to be cooperating and stuff. No shanking, and it's probably safe to drop the soap. Can't make any promises about the tentacles though, but you're not a Japanese schoolgirl so you should be safe."

"Technically I'm an outlaw," he corrected with a bit of a smirk. "There's a difference."

No showers, no shanking, not likely to be raped. But also no way home.

Ok...he could deal with this.

Besides, you're not really an X-Man until you've taken the laws of quantum physics and fisted them brutally while holding rusty nails.

"This place is gonna take a little getting used to." He looked around, inspecting the crowd. "At some of the girls here are hot."

Yeah, he could deal...

"Aha! Subtle but important distinction, outlaw versus supervillain. Usually 'outlaw' means you did something right but the government is trying to screw you over and paint you as a bad guy because they're doing something wrong. Like, ooooh say cloning your clone of a mentor after he died against his wishes to make a whole army of mindless clone version of him--and they charge you for 'kidnapping' for saving the first edition personality-full baby him from being hooked up and braindrained."

Kon has experience with this.

"As you can see, I've been there. The government sucks when it comes to metas."

He looks out at the crowd.

"As for the chicks, heck yes. But see that absolutely gorgeous blonde over there, with the lariat and the metal bracers and the legs that go on for miles?" He points.

"And mutants," he added in, but was otherwise willing to let that matter drop for now. Talking about girls was a lot easier for him right now. For any time, really. but anything to get his mind off the current situation.

He did scope out the blonde he was talking about. She seemed to have a slightly tomboyish vibe about her, but that worked in her favor. Some chicks looked hot while wearing a bikini and laying across the hood of a car, but that one seemed the type to manage to be sexy while wearing overalls and covered in grease stains while working under the hood of a car.

"Nice rack too. Looks like she ain't afraid to get her hands dirty either. She single?"

There's a convivial slap on the back--he does it just a little too hard.

"Ha! Haaa. No. That's my girlfriend. Which brings me to why I was pointing her out: if you want to keep your eyes, your hands--okay, any body parts you're particularly fond of, keep clear. One, she doesn't like to be hit on by random jerkfaces--and it happens a lot--so she'd hurt you. Two, I don't like it when she's hit on by random jerkfaces--so I'd hurt what's left. But now that the whole neanderthal threat portion is out of the way, I can probably point out the single ones for you sometime."

He's a nice guy like that.

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Even without his powers, Julian was still Julian. Whenever anyone pushed him or challenged him, his natural reaction was to push back. There was a hint of that in the smirk he gave Kon.

"You almost say that like it's a challenge."

Almost. The offer to introduce him to single (and hopefully hot) chicks did placate him some.

"What challenge?" Kon sees no challenge here.

Ho ho, looks like he's not the only one with a competitive nature.

"I'm sure your fancy necklace is inhibiting something good, but I doubt it'd be good enough."

He's smirking, too.

"I wouldn't put money on that if I were you."

Fortunately, the inevitable dick-waving contest was put on hold when Julian spotted another chick he may need to say hi to.

"Hold up; who is that?"

He pointed her out to Kon. She had blonde hair, and a nice tight and lean body.

Kon facepalmed.

"That one would be my cousin--Are you sure that collar is working? I swear to god, newbie, you must have some kinda latent superpower for pointing out girls I'd have to hit you if you hit on."

"You pointed out your girlfriend first," he noted.

Had he said little sister, that would be problematic. Cousins were fair game, though. Especially when they were that hot.

"She single?"

"I have laser eye beams you know. And I would assume you have junk. I have good aim."

He wouldn't threaten unless it's a yes, and it's both a friendly threat and a subject change.

Something's been stewing through all this conversation.

"You said you're a mutant, right? What's that mean? 'Cause I've only heard it in the giant, blobby monstrosity of nature caused by toxic waste kinda sense."

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"I'll take that as a yes."

Julian still eyed kara, and made it a point to memorize that face and those curves, and file them away for future reference.

He then turned his attention back to Kon. He seemed to be considering how to respond to his question.

"What's a meta?"

"Someone with superpowers. Sometimes they even use it as a general label for the entire supercrowd, even the ones with tech-based powers or none at all. They're a little lazy with it," he says.

"Mutants are the same thing, more or less. Only instead of eating radioactive cream of wheat, or screwing around with aliens, or magic, or whatever, our powers are all natural.

"Mutants are the next stage in human evolution... which would be great if the previous stage in evolution wasn't hellbent on killing us."

Kon pulls a face.

"We have those. Ones just born with it, or whatever. Some are born into magic, too, like they don't get the powers through magic, they're just born with a magic gene. But they're all just metas. Nobody sees any difference at all with how you get your powers, since it doesn't make much of a difference if you can blow up a city street either way."

"Well, my world does see a difference. Don't bother asking me why because I haven't figured it out. Of course, thanks to the Avengers, every non-mutant superhuman is on a very tight government leash, so that might help people feel safer." He shrugged.

"It may all be a moot point soon enough anyway."

"Why?"

That, he did not want to discuss. At least not yet.

"Long story. But that's my own business."

Kon's confused.

"I don't get it. So in your world, the government cares about how people have powers rather than just the fact they have powers, and they lock people up and put collars on 'em--"

A pause.

"Don't the other heroes, y'know, do something about it? I mean, even if the government in my world, say, decided 'Hey, everyone, aliens are dangerous and we're going to be jerks to them!' all the other heroes would stick up for us. Clones get a bum deal, of course, but even then, people don't really stand for the government pulling crap with us--they have to be sneaky about it or else the heroes would stand up to them."

That got a laugh. Heroes actually acting like heroes. He couldn't even the last time they actually managed to do that of their own accord.

"Half the heroes-- Including most of the Avengers-- work for the government. And their main job is to hunt down the other half who don't.

"No one fights supervillains anymore. Considering a shit ton of them are government payroll as reserve Avengers now anyway."

"... Is your world one of those dystopian alternate dimensions where evil is good and good is evil and the heroes never win? I know Kal's talked about one before. Because it totally sounds like it. What kinda moron works for Uncle Sam? Only reason I ever did it was Superman asked me to keep an eye to make sure they stopped cloning people--which I did."

Julian actually had to think about that for a while.

"...no. But Jesus fuck, we're about three steps away from there."

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