13168/If You Want Me...Come And Get Me

If You Want Me...Come And Get Me
Date of Scene:	02 May 2021
Location:	Midtown, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Gigas' attempt to fulfill his contract with Glorith doesn't quite go as expected...
Cast of Characters:	Mon-El, Slipstream, Iron Man, Gigas

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Mon-El has posed:
    Lar had finally made it back to Earth after spending some time in space. It was good to come back here, enjoy the company and the sights. There was just something about this planet, and about the Terrans, that he doesn't get anywhere else.

    Anyway, he decided to meet Drake at Grand Central Station in Manhattan tonight, the place where the two of them first met a few years ago. He's standing on the stair landing that is slightly elevated above the large central atrium, the ceiling high above decorated with ornate paintings and the floor below busy with tourists and locals alike going about their shopping, sightseeing, and in some cases train boarding or disembarking from the dozen or so terminals that branch out from the station.

Slipstream has posed:
Heading through Grand Central Station is a pair of Avengers, one of which is most likely getting a ton of attention, and the other is barely recognized or overlooked. While Drake may be famous online for his Overwatch endeavors a few years back, it dwarfs in comparison of popularity that Tony Stark commands everywhere he goes.

"He said to meet us here. He's not hard to find. He's kinda like Superman, you know. Stands out in a crowd, tall, powerful, is probably breaking a wall by accident, followed by screams of terror."

Drake is wearing his Avenger's bomber jacket and a pair of broken in jeans and a snug t-shirt beneath it. "Oh, there he is!" He says as he points with his finger, then lifts a hand upwards to wave in his direction.

Iron Man has posed:
It's true, Tony has a commanding presence and is a fairly popular figure to the public. From his revelation of being Iron Man, to Stark Industries end to playing selling weapons to the highest bidder and instead focus on more eco-friendly areas - there really isn't anywhere he can turn and not be recognized. Especially since he so proudly wears the arc core that's keeping him alive for the time being.

"Listen, DoorDash, I could probably throw a rock in the middle of Time Square and hit a few couple of Super Men." The man responds to his younger companion, a little smirk turning the corners of his lips. Then Drake spots the one in question and Tony looks over, raising a brow. "Huh. He *is* like Superman..."

Gigas has posed:
Aaaah yes. A beautiful night out here in The Big Apple. Friends are about meet up. Businesses are booming. Streets are jammed with traffic. People meander here and there, up and down and all around the sidewalks. It is the city that never sleeps and all is quite normal.

There's even a giant blue guy plummeting from high above as if descending from low cloud cover.

Wait, what?

The impact of Gigas is akin to a small localized concussive bomb going off and an earthquake that is undoubtly picked up by seismometers elsewhere in the city. He lands in the middle of the streets, missing any cars and any people by some miracle but kicking out a shockwave that disrupts traffic and sends people from their feet and tumbling in various directions. His body absorbs the shock of his arrival. He neither bends nor recoils but almost comically remains straight upright throughout it all despite the growing sinkhole like crater forming under him from the force of his arrival that rocks the wide street outside the entrance of the station. Phones flash camera flashes. Videos go live. The usual.

Meanwhile, Gigas swivels his head and turns it to the side to look in the direction of Grand Central Station itself. He opens a massive fist up and a glowing orb rises from it to hover briefly and then flash a few shades of green. Some sort of alien script rotating around it. Gigas looks it over and then grins, "Aaah!" and turns towards the station.

Meanwhile a taxi attempting to regain control, loses it utterly and begins careening right for the giants body.

Mon-El has posed:
    Yes, Gigas' entrance definitely creates quite a stir. Although perhaps not the biggest commotion NYC has ever seen. Still, there are quite a few screams and other alarmed cries. Some people are running and hiding, others are just standing there frozen in shock, while still others are running up and holding their phones trying to get a shot or a video or something.

    As the taxi comes hurtling toward Gigas, and undoubtedly toward some people who are trying to take pictures and video of him, there is a rush of air and a blur as Lar zooms out of the station and -grabs- the vehicle by the front of its undercarriage, lifting it a few feet into the air before gently setting it down in front of a public parking garage. He had barely gotten the chance to finish waving at Drake before this happened.

    Turning, he stares at Gigas, floating a few feet in the air so he could be eye-level with the massive alien. Yes, he recognized the guy. How could he not? But what was he doing here? "Hey...Gigas--um, whatever you're doing, can you like--not do it like that? And not do it here?" he asks somewhat awkwardly. "What -are- you doing, anyway?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, he comes from the same um... universe that Superman did. There is Krypton and then there is Daxama. They're both at war with each other, or were, like a century in the future. He and a bunch of other heroes from the future came here calling themselves the Legion of Superheroes. Kinda like the future Justice League. You know all about that since I was on their team for a bit." Drake says as he watches Lar zip off to rescue a taxi once Gigas lands in the middle of the street.

"So, yeah .. he's kinda like 'their' Superman. I think he's on the same power scale as him. He's not as .. um... Earth skilled as Supes though. He still breaks doorknobs. Still figuring out his own strength kinda thing. Terrible at talking to girls." He peeks outside at the large monster of an alien.

"That guy with the extremely huge body and the tiny head is Gigas. He's an alien. I met him once a year or so ago. He's one of those don't piss off types or he'll turn you into a pancake. Wonder what he's doing here."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark likely looks like he's half paying attention to what Drake is rambling on about while also watching the goings on outside once Gigas landed. The fact that Lar zips away to go take care of it is impressive and then Tony is looking back to Drake. Giving him a nod. "Fascinating stuff. So future guy has come from the future, to Earth, to...do...what now? I mean I get the idea of it as a whole but why is he -here- like...now?"

Then there's the alien guy and Tony just shakes his head. "C'mon DoorDash, lets go make with the friendliness. I mean you're friends with Lar, which is cool, and if you're in good with that other guy.. well.. that might be in our best interests." Cause Tony has a tendency to piss off aliens, even when he's not trying to.

"Should we just let them talk it out?" Asking this as he likely begins to exit the station and back to the outside world.

Gigas has posed:
"Oh!"

Well that was easy. Gigas didn't even realize that he was endangering bystanders or that the taxi was headed right for his legs. All he takes note of is the arrival of Mon-El which is further accented by the fact that Mon-El remembers him.

"Oh! You recall me! Very good."

Having done its job, the floating orb vanishes with a sudden flare of light as Gigas waves it away.

"Well this is more akward then I thought it would be. I wasn't sure if you would remember me or not and our past..ah..adventures. Oh well. You see I have been asked to bring you to a very beautiful lady and I hate disappointing beautiful ladies. Especially ones that have pre-paid. And honestly, you shouldn't disappoint beautiful ladies either! So...won't you come with me? It'll be fun!"

Mon-El has posed:
    << Hey Drake, sorry for the distraction. >> Lar says on the commlink. << Could you make sure the people in that taxi are okay? They looked okay to me, but couldn't hurt to double check. >>

    "How could I -not- remember you? You're giant and purple." He replies in a matter-of-fact manner, folding his arms.

    But what Gigas had to say next causes him to frown. He doesn't like the sound of this. As in he has a really -bad- feeling about who this 'lady' is. "Wait, what 'beautiful lady'? Did she tell you what she wanted with me?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I mean, I wouldn't say I'm on friendly terms with the guy. We met once and I decided to not get killed by him. If I remember, we were fighting some kinda cyborg bird or something on an alien planet. I was just recon. It was a mess... Oh, Lar is talking to me on the comms."

Drake holds his left wrist up, then taps it. << Yup. I'm on it. >> Old habits die hard.

There is a burst of blue light from the speedster as he 'ports' away from Tony's side, appearing next to the Taxi to help the people out of the vehicle.

<< Hey Lar, I am here with Iron Man. >>

Iron Man has posed:
There's a part of him that figures he shouldn't get involved. This isn't his fight, or his problem, and so he should really just sit this out. Still, he does glance around to make sure people were back to going about their business. It's not like this is the first time they've seen some sort of alien creature of one form or another visit.

They should be used to it by now.

Never the less, once he's done ensuring safety of others, he crosses the street, the suit isn't coming on. Not just yet anyway.

Gigas has posed:
"Uuuuh.. No." Gigas acknowledges this with a slight cant of his head and a lopsided 'Whoops!' close mouthed grin. "I mean, you know, we're not supposed to..like..-ask- questions like that. It'd be rude and run clients off! Certainly she can't mean any harm. She didn't ask me to try and break you in half or anything."

One assumes at least. It's of course, unspoken, what would happen if he were to refuse to come along.

"Why? There's not a problem, is there?"

Subtly, Gigas body shifts, body bracing and one of his relaxed hands curling into a fist.

Mon-El has posed:
    << Thanks Drake. You've always had my back. >> Lar replies gratefully. The people in the taxi seem to be all right, if a bit shaken up. The front of the vehicle has buckled in on itself thanks to Lar's handling, so the driver might need a little help getting out but the couple in the back are free to get out themselves. They thank Drake for his assistance. Hopefully the company's insurance covers these...weird events.

    Lar definitely noticed that fist forming. "Okay..." Lar starts to bring his own guard up. "Listen Gigas," he says slowly. "Just who was this woman? Didn't she at least give you some kind of moniker? What did she look like?"

Slipstream has posed:
Switching to Avenger comms, Drake taps his communicator on his wrist.

<< Hey Mister Stark, tiny head is looking to gear up for a fight it seems. That means a ton of damage if fists start flying. This is a high traffic area, people are going to get hurt. What should we do? Do we get involved? >>

He gives a crack of his neck, bouncing a bit on his feet as he feels the blue light charge around him before he warps up next to Lar, looking up at Gigas.

"Yoooooo, whaddup GG?"

Iron Man has posed:
It's a good thing Tony was likely prepared for something like this, and with a few taps on his own smart watch, and after a few moments due to travel time, he's suddenly enveloped in his Mach 7 Iron Man suit. He does reply quickly though his comms, <<I see it. I'm coming.>> While the suit wraps him up and this allows him to, of course, join the others who have flown up to meet with Gigas at his level.

"Listen. Gigas, is it? We'd consider it a kindness if you would decide to not throw those awesome fists of yours around and potentially harm a multitude of innocents. Maybe we can go somewhere a little more remote and you all can talk this out?"

He's arrogant, self-reliant, and a pain in the ass...which means he's more the do it yourself if you want it done right type. Hopefully things work out, but in the meantime while responses are being given he's assessing the potentially worser outcomes of the current scenario.

Gigas has posed:
Tiny head. Oooooh, Gigas better not hear that litle quip. Though indeed, his insanely overhuge body -does- make his head seem smaller then it should be so far as basic proportions are concerned. But when he leans over to peer closely at the arriving Drake, his visage looms large and intrusive infront of the Avenger - practically filling up Drake's vision with Gigas presence and 'large' head.

"..HI! I remember you.." rumbles the giant before grinning at Drake, red eyes casting a soft illumination on over the speedsters body.

He then straightens back up slowly.

"Ah so many questions"

And then an Iron Man has arrived. Gigas recoils in surprise. The odds have suddenly changed and -now- he grows more tense. His eyes hood a touch. A subtle display of irritation now. "Oooh..I see. Hmm.. and so many others around and arriving!" he clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and grumbles, "I tried to be nice to these Terrans and see what I get? Anyway she didn't say not to give her name. Her name is Glorith. Now then.. I can't let my credit account get into the negatives...again. MOve to another location? Hmm."

Mon-El has posed:
    Suddenly Iron Man shows up, and starts talking in his usual arrogant, 'only-I-can-get-it-done-right-so-I'll-do-the-talking' tone that most know even if they don't know him personally, causing Gigas to become a bit less friendly. Lar finds this kind of annoying. Why did the Terrans have to thrust themselves into these sorts of affairs when they had very little knowledge of galactic events? Well, comparatively speaking. But this isn't exactly the time to start yet -another- argument on top of the existing one...

    "You weren't -trying- to be nice." he says, pointing accusingly at the bounty hunter. "In fact, it's a miracle you didn't -crush- anyone to death just by -landing- here.

    But when Gigas mentions -Glorith-...well, he'd suspected as much. However, it still causes him to become even more agitated, he clenches his fists as well. "I don't think you know who you were dealing with. Glorith is a dangerous sorceress and she is -not- to be trusted! Now, I suggest you leave -right- now, and get as -far- away from her as possible, before things get ugly."

Slipstream has posed:
"You remember me? That's dope." Drake says as he gives Gigas a big grin. "Do people still use dope? I'm bringing back 90's slang. Word up, yo. For rizzle."

The joking mood though drains away, as well as the smile upon his face at the mention of Glorith. His entire body tenses up, his eyes widening and he feels his fists curl up tightly. There is a bit of panic in his face.

"I'm going to check on the civilians and get the streets clear." He stammers out as he pushes off his foot and blinks away, porting a few jaunts down the street to begin speaking with some officers that have shown up with guns drawn. He'll let the A-Listers handle this as he tries to get himself straight.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark watches as Drake makes to go deal with the people on the street and then he looks over to Lar, before he looks back to Gigas. About to say something else, when Lar goes off about Glorith, and how she can't be trusted and Gigas should stay away from her.

"Look. I'm not looking for anything but a peaceful ending to this. I get it, Gigas has a job to do, and you - Lar was it? Obviously, you don't wanna go - and I get that too. I really do." For a few reasons. "However, this right here, what you're both getting ready to do with your balling up fists and stern voices, isn't going to do much anyone else good around here. So, again, either we go somewhere else, or you two take it off Earth."

Or he could throw money at the problem..if he knew Gigas could be bought.

Gigas has posed:
The giant actually recoils abit, looking shocked at Mon-El's sudden attitude change. He then looks on, confused, "But..not to be trusted? But..she's already paid me her deposit. That is rule. She kept her word. Is that not ..trustworthy? Get ugly? Leave? Are you ordering me when I asked you nicely?"

It's posed as a sincere question and Gigas peers at Mon-El, ready to measure his answer.

But Iron Man intervenes and Gigas seems to snap out of it all and considers the situation. "Hmm..I did not expect so many Terrans to be so nosey. So fragile. Not like the big green one that I punched.."

Mon-El has posed:
    Nosey, indeed. A lot of people are still filming this on their phones. Well, it's Iron Man, and a giant purple guy from space. So yeah.

    Iron Man mentions a fight here would be dangerous to bystanders. He glances around at the people on their phones. Well he does have a point...the Daxamite relaxes a little bit.

    "I'm not talking about the money. I'm talking about--" he shakes his head. "Forget it, you wouldn't understand. I know all you mercenary types care about is the money, so if you want me, you'll have to come -get- me!"

    With that, he zooms skyward like a rocket, heading away from populated areas and hoping that Gigas will be drawn away. And if he throws a tantrum on the spot or something, hopefully Drake and Iron Man can deal with it--at least long enough for him to come back and try the brute force method...

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark glances up as Lar takes off into the atmosphere like a rocket. He's not going to follow, especially since he's not the one after Lar. If the two of them both leave, Gigas in pursuit of Lar, then Tony figures he has nothing more to worry about. "Your target is getting away. Go play fetch somewhere else that won't put innocents in harms way." Then, just like that, Iron Man moves to fly down to the ground and catch up with Drake.

Gigas has posed:
"Hrmmmmm..."

Gigas fumes. His massive fist clenches and his muscles tighten, creating a sound like an earthquake rumbling under his skin as his sinew stretches and his muscles creak against his bones. He looks, frankly, a little petulant at this not going how he imagined it. But Mon-El is off!

He glances to Tony and then slowly calms down and opens his palm again. The spell provided by Glorith will still point to Mon-El.

"Alright. A chase it is.." he grumbles and then he hits a few buttons on his wristband to send commands to his waiting ship.

Afterwards his legs bend and the ground buckles from the pressure. THere is a pause..and he's off! His huge body shoots into the air, quickly leaving the city behind as he leaps in the direction of Mon-El's flight and for now leaves the immediate area safe and intact.

Mostly intact.