3915/So Ya Wanna Mock the Supes

So Ya Wanna Mock the Supes
Date of Scene:	19 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Bombshell, Superman

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Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell has just solved a situation, in Metropolis. Your backyard. The situation? An illegal arms deal between someone who will deny to the ends of the earth that he works for Luthorcorp and some rogue military guys from Project Quantum. They're all laid out, none of them too badly damaged, and the weapons have been blasted into slag. A melted puddle of metal that's run across the ground like quicksilver. They're outside of a warehouse where a truck was being loaded with weapons crates. The aforementioned slagged weapons crates. The cops have shown up and are harassing her about melting evidence. "Look. Illegal deal was going down. I happen to know who those guys are." She points in the direction of the rogue military guys. "And was tracking what they were doing. I'm sorry I messed up your operation but uhhh I mean..." She shrugs her shoulders, clearly not terribly sorry by the amused smirk on her lips. "And yeah there's a little collateral damage but I kept it to a minimum this time. And besides, not like you can arrest me or anything." She snorts and the cops look a little grumpy at her lack of give a crap. "Anywaaaaay. Not like Big Blue is going to come down and wag his finger at me or anything. I'm sure he's got much better things he's off doing." The silver skinned woman lets her eyes wander around the scene. Broken and cracked pavement, melted weapons, a semi trailer that she may have smashed through the top of. It's not like she took out a building. This time.

Superman has posed:
It turns out, that news of the damage and things had caught his attention so that he's flying over on this very chilly day, the sky threatening to open up into a rainfall any minute. It's this combination of evening and cloud cover that allows Superman to make his way mostly unnannounced. He stays hovering in the air briefly, his hands on his hips, as he listens. He's got that posture, that Superman 'look' as his arms are folded and he listens to you talking about what he's going to be doing. "Don't sell yourself short," he says. "Keep an eye on those flying around and creating new rivers and streams of molten metal is absolutely on my radar." And as you turn to look at him he purses his lips, and holding up a hand, just shakes his head and wags his finger at you. "Bad Bombshell...no treats for you," he offers, before landing and moving to nod tot he officers. "It looks like this was all taken care of without too much damage. Should be an open and shut...." and then he says, quietly, as he looks to Bombshell. "The truck I get, but what did you do to the ground?"

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell of course doesn't realize that Superman has shown up behind her and is telling her not to sell herself short. She just assumes it's one of the police officers, and even waves a hand over her shoulder in a 'yeah yeah' sort of gesture as she walks towards the group of downed rogue military guys. She stops though when she hears the word my in my radar. She is midstep when she stops, and she does a little about face on the momentum of that step, boot grinding into the broken concrete under her feet. The boot in the air finally settles onto the ground and she lets out a brilliant observation of.... "Huh." She peers for a few moments, then lets a smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. That smirk is mostly in response to the finger wagging. "It must be a boring damn day in the world if Mister Cape himself is down here reprimanding me. And how...." She narrows her eyes a bit, suspicion showing on her chrome skinned features. She's confused as to how he knows who she is. //Justice League spy space station thingy?// is whispered, well under the hearing of any of the cops around them. She knows he has superior senses, not that she does, but she knows he does. "That was.... uhhh." She pauses glancing at the broken concrete. "Oh. Yeah. Uhhh that was me showboating." She tips her head forwards a couple of times to affirm her statement.

Superman has posed:
Superman looks over and he walks with you, slowly, his hand clasped behind his back. His steps are smooth, and he steps over the...precarious footing, making his way towards you then with a smile as you look around. "Mister Cape? Well that hardly makes me stand out. The number of people with capes, you may as well call me Mr. Brown Hear. Now if I called you Lady Chrome Dome, that would be a far more descriptive way of doing things - not too many all metal females." Still though, he grins as he hears your whisper and laughs, "I wouldn't need that. I can hear everything everywhere, remember?" Are they that good? You look at him, he looks at you, and if you're waiting for any part of his face to give away if he is exaggerating or not, well. "Showboating, huh?" He mmmms, and looks around. "Well, I guess that means we're just going to have to fix this up and put it all back together. You start putting rocks and things in places, start pushing down on the ground and I'll go ahead and superheat it so that it melts back together."

Bombshell has posed:
"You know you say that, but not one person has ever questioned who I meant when I say Big Blue or Mister Cape. They all know and get it. I think you're the one selling yourself short now there Blue." She tilts her head to the side thinking about that. "There's a few of us actually. But I think the others all have segmented skin like Collosus. Not all smooth like mine. But my dome isn't shaved so... chrome dome doesn't fully apply. Just sayin." She smirks at Supes as she reaches down to pick up a chunk of broken concrete between two fingers. A big chunk, like one that would have to be broken up by jackhammers. She starts to crush it, a handful at a time, which will make the work of clearing it all easier for the crew who fixes it. So there's gravel raining down from the chunk as she whittles it down with her hands. "Yeah. I've learned. Been hanging out with your galactic neighbors the Daxamites. Well, hanging out with one, beating up and keeping in line the other. Sorta, mostly. I destroyed a building with his face. Then some magic girl rebuilt it like new so.... but the building was under construction not like... occupied." She holds a forestalling hand up, smirking before going back to crushing the concrete. "Oh..." She looks down at her hands and the mess she's made, then drops the remainder and gives it a little nudge with her foot that shoves it over into the hole she plucked it from. "We might need some tar... or something to fill in the gaps..."

Superman has posed:
He seems entertained as he watches you and you talk about needing things to fill in and he nods, "We'll get there," he offers as he looks to the road and he takes survey of things. "We can't really fix it right now, but we can at least hopefully make a sort of bridge or gap that they can use the road and people wont' get hurt until they can get construction crews out here...." he says and he moves over to the destroyed truck and starts to pull off shets and spreads them out, laying them out in even long lines. "we can set down tracks, and lay the remnants of your handiwork in spaced out gaps. It won't be perfect but it'll be something," he offers. Engineer Supes to the resecue! "Your restraint is impressive. Only needlessly knocking down unoccupied buildings. Good," and you can totally sense the sarcasm even though he says it like a genuine compliment. It's apparently another super power of his.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell looks over at the puddle of molten metal. "I could just get that and melt it into the... nevermind. That would be a pain in the ass to clean up when it came time." Bombshell shrugs her shoulders slowly. "Oh..." She holds up a finger and jets off, coming back a few seconds later with a black leather short jacket that's well worn in, and a charcoal colored beanie that she pulls down over her silver hair, covering it up somewhat. "Didn't wanna forget the jacket. Took it off so it didn't get bullet holes in it." She goes about helping where she can, and she's... actually a good help. She knows her way around building stuff. "My restraint is nothing of the sort. I prefer not to get involved but... Lar was stealing kryptonite from the Metropolis museum and I had no clue what he was going to do with it. Or who he was at that point. Was actually worried he was gonna come after you or your cousin with it, so I chased him down and stopped it. It's cool though we're friends now. I think. But... over all I try to stay out of the super heroing thing. Not my bag. But those shmucks over there are guys I'm well acquainted with and their shenanigans are never anything good so... I put a stop to them."

Superman has posed:
He blinks, as you take off and come back...with a jacket. "I had thought you were going to get..." and he looks at the broken road and things, and then back to you. Clearly, your jacket and hat and fashion sense weren't what he thought you were going to be working on. And so as you come back and there's not more to do with the road, he starts to fold up the metal and then starts to burn the edges of some of the roadway, melting the black top, before he splashes the metal 'rails' into it, and then blows so that they cool down, and then they sit in, molded into the road and like, quadruple folded over so they can hold a car's weight. You get his attention though as he looks over to the trucks and narrows his eyes before looking to the guys in the backs of cars and being detained, then back to you. "It's good that you were around. Though I have to ask, what do you call a person who spies on creeps? Cause usually a spy could be a creeper but if they're the creeps, what does that make you?" Again, that completely innocent question and the phrasing, and yet there's no way he's not teasing you with that.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell sees the look and hears the partial sentence. "What? I'm not a woman of great wealth. Do you know how much a new leather jacket would cost me?" She snorts aloud before laying it nearby, not putting it on since they're working. She helps with melting metal and doing the things, tossing some ray blasts from her hands, the exact image of Captain Atom, someone he's quite familiar with. Well, not the exact image. She's a woman. And she's got a much greater sense of fashion. Not that she has much of a sense of fashion but it's better than none. "A concerned citizen." Is her glib and snarky reply. "I mean, if someone like oh... who's that guy in the blue tights? If he'd been here to stop it then little ole me could have sat at home resting instead of being out here, destroying trucks and roads and making a mess of a police operation apparently." She pauses and glances over towards the cops. "Oh. I didn't melt all the weapons, just some. You'll find more in the warehouse!" She jerks her thumb in that direction, then looks back. "See. Concerned citizen. Trying to take illegal weapons off the market."

Superman has posed:
"Well..." he says with a little bit of a smile as he looks about. "I can't say that I agree with all your...unique methods," he says quietly, "But there's no doubt that things ended up a lot better becuase you were here than they would have if you hadn't been," he says sincerely. And this time as you're waiting for that shoe to drop, that hint or tone or sense that he's messing with you it's not there. You actually got a compliment, a good job, from Big Blue. He looks about and purses his lips, his hands going to his hips and he nods. "I think we can get this road stuff fixed pretty quickly, let the cops do their thing," he says. "Then who knows, maybe we can go chat a bit about how you're not Kryptonian or a Daxamite but apparently like to hang out with us and share a similar skill set."

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell finishes up working on the road, then fetches her jacket once more and shrugs her way into it. She fishes around in it, and pulls out a cell phone. A cheap prepaid sort. She checks it before dropping it back into her pocket. "I met your cousin too. That was another Lar incident. He melted part of an ice skating rink. She like frost breathed it back into ice, but it could have been a ruckus. Also saved a girl from him. Well, she was a crime fighter, just not the kind he liked and... he went to punch her, probably would have killed her. You know... now that I really think about it... maybe he's not a good guy. I think he means well, but he... does bad things. You should probably have a word or twelve with him about that." She flashes a quick and cocky smile in Supes direction before she tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Similar skill set? Nah. My skillset is more in line with the other big silver person. Haven't met him though. I should probably do that some day. Like put it on my bucket list. Meet Captain Atom. Heck I've met Big Blue now. And turns out he's aware of what sarcasm is."