http://fast-thrower.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fast-thrower.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-08-06 10:09 pm

Supply Run [Open to Brainy and others in location]

It had been nice of the ship to leave him with at least a few of his boomerangs, but Owen felt almost naked with his arsenal depleted so much. Not to mention the fact that this place allegedly got intermittent lethal bug problems. To that end, he needed tools, he needed supplies, and he needed a place to work. Asking around with both the ship and it's inhabitants had pointed him towards the Special Weapons division.

He poked his head in once he got there, looking around. "Yo? Anyone here?"

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
A green-skinned alien is in the lab, working on something particularly finicky.

Without looking up, he says, somewhat coldly and boredly, "Yes, the lab is currently occupied. What do you require?"
Edited 2009-08-07 02:30 (UTC)

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You may work here, provided you do so in relative quiet," Brainy says, as if it's his permission to give to even work in the lab, but then he still sees it as his lab.

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Brainy just briefly glances at it and then goes back to work.

"Salutations," he offers flatly, at the very least, even if he doesn't shake his hand. He does try sometimes to be vaguely polite.

Thawne Thawne Thawne, that name--coincidence, certainly. Possibly an ancestor of the former Earth president? Or he may be from another world entirely and completely unrelated. Either way, it's not his concern. (But ooooh, it should be).

"You may call me Brainiac 5."

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"What for? We have very few supplies of necessary materials."

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Brainy doesn't bat an eyelash at "acid-spewing boomerang." The super-crowd typically has some very interesting (and often rudimentary and ridiculous) tools, after all.

Right then a little white monkey hops up on the table Owen passes by.

Image

"You may have Koko's assistance, but he's not the most trustworthy around acids and other caustic chemical agents."

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Something in the way the man speaks just...is familiar somehow, but Brainy shrugs it off. For now.

"He followed me home from 20th century Earth when my team the Legion of Superheroes was trapped there for a time."

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
There's still that nagging, nagging familiarity. It's starting to bother him.

"Why do you need an acid-spewing boomerang?"

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
The one thing Brainy notes from how Owen speaks is that he sounds moderately intelligent for a human. The other thing he notes is that at the same time he sounds kind of idiotic, but it's just...it's just so frustratingly familiar.

"This is unusual question, perhaps, but have we met before under some sort of circumstances that might have been erased from my mind somehow? I ask because I never forget anything, ever, but something about you is remarkably familiar."

And irritating at that. He isn't quite sure what it is, but something just...bothers him, almost instinctually about this man's presence.

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
Brainy pushes his work out of the way. He needs to, because he may need the space directly in front of him clear.

"What is your mother's name?"

Please let it not be the name of the former Earth President's daughter, please pleeeeaaase...

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Brainy head-desks. Then he head-desks again. And again.

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
The monkey shrugs.

He finally stops.

"Just the extra dash of ruination this abduction called for."

He stops, and speculates, "Though perhaps all of his...unique qualities are from his father's side?"

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-09 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
"No no, the similarities are all too clear..."

He starts head-desking again.

"You're the half-brother of Bart Allen."

[identity profile] cabbage-butt.livejournal.com 2009-08-10 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"The Legion of Superheroes has worked with Bart Allen on several occasions. Most of those occasions ended in some sort of catastrophe. He was born in our era," says Brainy.

Then he's hoisted up.

"...And put me down at once, you lout!"

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