trans_9 | Meet-n-Greet

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Meet-n-Greet

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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"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."

"Your world kinda sounds like it sucks, yeah."

Kon clapps him on the back in a robust and friendly (and probably painful) fashion.

"On the upside, my world sucks more because of the bad guys and only sometimes because of the good guys, and there's a lot of people here from my world."

You are again among heroes, Hellion, so kick back and enjoy actual cooperation.

"How many of them are as hot as your cousin?"

Cooperation? Wha- what? What is that? Is that even an english word?

"A couple, actually, although a surprisingly large number are also blondes."

Shoulder punch.

"Which is why you should stay away from said cousin."

Seriously, his world has heroes that are still heroes AND lots of blonde teenage girl superheroes. What more could you want?

"What's your cousin's name?" He clapped Kon on the shoulder. "Y'know, so I'll know who I should be staying away from."

Totally onto you.

What's a good way to ensure he totally blows his chances when he goes to talk to her? What name could Julian call her that'd put her in totally vile mood?

Kon sighs, as if relenting--it should be noted he's a very good liar. "She prefers Power Girl, but her name is Linda."

Thaaat should do it.

What are you talking about? There is NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE at all.

"Linda, huh? And where does she hang out? Just so I know what places to avoid seeing her."

He is just trying to stay OUT OF HER PATH. That's it! Really...

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