A Political Debate (Thor, Open!)

[adamanta]

Larry Johnson hated mutants, and he made xenophobia a major facet of his propaganda - that was the long and short of why he was now running like mad, praying to any god who would listen, and frantically trying to call the police. Funny how life works sometimes - never know what directions it will lead you!

It started with a newscast - Labronsky Factor, in fact! It was an amusing show, had a retired basketball superstar for a host, and boy wasn't he just witty. Kamikaze keeps up with the news - she is something of a political activist, in... a very, very special way. She just happened to be eating a bowl of apple jacks with chocolate milk when lo and behold, on walks Larry Johnson - apple pie-eating candidate for the US Congress, lover of american dreams, of justice, and believer in nothing at all, standing for whore taxes and stuffy gun laws. She liked him already, in that 'love to hate' kind of way.

It was mostly tame - Labronsky had been paid heavily for this shit, and she could see him squirm in his seat. He wanted to tear into this dirtbag... but politically, if Labronsky couldn't find something bad to say about the man, he HAD to be legit, right? American politics at work, people, american politics at work.

But Labronsky was her favorite, in a 'this guy is fuckin' awesome' kind of way, and he couldn't help herself. Her pets were already taking bets on how long this shit would keep up. All of fifteen minutes it turned out, when at last the man looked up from his "cool story, bro" pose, and smiled an all too familiar smile. The cynics in the room lost ten bucks that day - Kami never took part, never did, never will. the Gang had gotten so good at reading her moods and opinions that she rarely had to speak to them at all anymore - they just knew. Great was the grumbling and gnashing of teeth, as Labronsky cleared his throat and said, with a smile

"So I heard you like metahumans!" and shit hit the fan. This was the Man With the Balls's house, and no tension in the air could stop him from getting an answer, so he pressed at Larson's dick-cheese and flubbering until at last he got a sharp

"I think they should all be institutionalized! It's sick the things they can do and they need help!" and pow, cut to commercial break. Kamikaze slow-clapped as the mayhem guy tried to sell her car insurance, and the gang gave a collective evil little chuckle. This would be fun.

That's how it started. It escalated later that night with a kidnapping! It was all on youtube - Imagine if you will, as a bus flies through a perimeter fence at roughly head height, sending shrapnel and twisted metal into perimeter houses on both sides while played. He wasn't a popular man, and guards were something he used some of his hard-earned family fortune on. At least they didn't run away right away when the Blue Bandit got off her throne - a leather sofa on the roof of the white bus painted with green and blue wind-swirls. Instead, they pulled out shotguns, and pistols, and uzis, and damn didn't they just look efficient and utterly, utterly foolish.

Kami levitated a ways over them, unslinging her guitar from her back and twanging out a rendition of the aforementioned march, carrying the sound of it high into the sky with her powers as guards tried to shout over the din. She ignored them until they shot at her - she wasn't going to be nice about it if they were going to be like that. It was like clubbing baby seals - she bent the bullets around her and spanked them like naughty children, sending them headfirst into walls and windows - thirty feet up on the future-congressman's mansion in some cases, or into the ornamental ponds with playful flicks of her will, gusts battering them unconscious.

Then, she tore off the face of the building - she was satisfied with the effect, stonework coming loose and crashing to the ground around her as she landed and... with great care, knocked on the still-standing front door, and opened it.

"Hello~" she called. "Kui~, mister Johnson!" she called, and gave a little twirl as she stepped through the door. It fell around her with a satisfying crash, and she shouldered her guitar again. A door slammed in the back, and the Gang, already circling around, were just able to catch the slamming door of a black sedan amidst several motorcycles and SUV's. This was getting interesting! They called out to her, and starting running for the Kami as she took off after the panicking politician.

"Run, forest, run!"

[johnseever]

While in NYC, Terry had been seeing the sites, meeting people and stopping bad guys, as Batman, and just trying to have a fun teenage life, since he was no longer a sole hero in Gotham. Now with all these other heroes, he knew that he could not worry too much, but like Bruce, he had to. Part of his nature as Batman.

As he sat in a cafe, eating a sandwich, he was watching the news and Larry Johnson was on it being interviewed. Terry was never one for politics, and so he paid it little mind, until he heard what Larry Johnson said and he looked up, blinking. "This is not gonna be good," he states to himself as he listens to the TV and listens to the conversation int he cafe.

Thinking, he finishes his food, and orders something to go. Paying for it, he stands and places it in his backpack and exits the establishment. Walking down the street, he stops and looks at the road sign and turns down an alley. He than begins to climb a fire escape and once on the roof, he walks over and sets his bag down. He opens it and gets out the item inside of it and puts it on. Once that is done, he looks and pushing a hidden button, a vehicle uncloaks and the cowl is pulled down, "This is not going to be a fun night," he states as climbs in and listens tot he police band about an attack on Larry Johnson's residence.

Sighing, Terry mutters, "I knew it," he says simply as he drives the Batmobile towards the scene and gets ready to fight and protect someone who is against metahumans.

[inferno]

MEANWHILE! Inferno was doing Inferno things, currently pigging out at an all you can eat restaurant. There was a T.V in the room where he was only partially listening to the broadcast going on. Something about old people being old people and telling young people a thing or two. Why wasn't there ever a young guy that was a senator or up and coming politician? It was ALWAYS some old fart with ideals atleast forty years old or so. Inferno wasn't paying enough attention to know what the topic was, he was too busy eating.

Eventually after he had succeeded in eating the place out of business, Inferno strolled his fat ass out the door. He needed a place to lay down and sleep for awhile. Not that he was lazy or wouldn't LOVE for some kind of diversion. Saaaay, a speeding car attempting to speed by ONLY to instead HIT him dead on. That would be an awesome way to finish a meal!