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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 22:28:05 GMT -5
"Oh. Great." Sam frowned. That didn't exactly shed any hope on his chances of getting back to the World. "So... God knows how long it'll take me to get home. Ugh... Those morons are gonna destroy what's left of that city if I don't find a way out of here soon..."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 22:38:47 GMT -5
"May I ask what morons you're talking about?" Yang offered as she raised an eyebrow.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 22:42:37 GMT -5
"Oh, just the council that will probably be in charge of Metropolis in my absence..." Sam sighed. "The city's already gone to crap as it is. It would be in even worse shape if I wasn't the one running it."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 22:50:10 GMT -5
"Ah. Councils tend to do that," she offered as they came to the food court. "You pick, I'll pay. Don't care if you have money or not. My roommate said I should pay his kindness forward."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 22:54:58 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Sam took another breath and looked around the food court, sorting through the variety of restaurants, many of which he had never heard of, searching for one that he would be willing to stomach. "Well... I guess that Cinnabon place sounds pretty good. Smells pretty good, too..."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 22:56:50 GMT -5
Yang nodded. "Well then that's where we'll head," she offered before heading towards the Cinnibon stall outlet thing.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 23:11:33 GMT -5
Several minutes later, Sam was seated at a table opposite Yang, chin in his paw as he halfheartedly munched on a ridiculously oversized cinnamon roll. Thus far, he had barely spoken and only occasionally made eye contact. Mostly because he wasn't in the mood to talk, but partially because he didn't really care. All that mattered to him was getting off this rock. Any small talk would just be superfluous and unimportant to him.
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 23:15:35 GMT -5
Yang was quietly sipping her iced coffee as she looked about the mall. People watching seemed more interesting than this pompous lion across from her.
"So you know that Dream To Dust is owned by a legit goddess, right?" Yang offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 23:22:09 GMT -5
"Oh. A goddess, huh?" Sam muttered, completely and totally disinterested, eyes on his food. "What even is a god? Just some pompous douchebag who expects people to bow to him just because he has some special powers with which to wreck your crap. I could pass myself off as a god if I felt so inclined. Which I don't. Too standard a title."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 23:38:28 GMT -5
"You could but you'd have to have power to back the claim Sam. Beth, on the other hand, is a bit more of a morbid description. She can crystallize and weaponize her own blood, manipulate crystals, and even break armies in two- but in order to get that far.... she had to see her original home world destroyed and die..." Yang offered. "And don't get me wrong but I think I have more power in my pinkie than you do in your whole being."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2016 23:47:31 GMT -5
"Power is relative," Sam stated firmly, pausing to sip his espresso. "My position of authority and the influence I wield over the World's society could be considered power in its own right. I am the only thing keeping the city of Metropolis standing after an obnoxious harbinger of the World's imminent destruction knocked it to the ground." Under his breath, he added, "...And I'd be immortal if it wasn't for her..."
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Post by DMis on Apr 18, 2016 23:56:56 GMT -5
Yang raised an eyebrow. "It also might be the partying," she offered. She noted the look. "What I've wrecked a few night clubs having a bit too much fun."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 19, 2016 8:53:17 GMT -5
Sam frowned at Yang with an unmistakable "Are you freaking kidding me?" look. "I saw what happened that day. The Pandemonium Warrior completely obliterated that city. No hesitation, no pity. And if she's left unchecked, the World's gonna end faster than you can say 'kay thanks." He took another bite of cinnamon roll and muttered, "Apocalypse was on the horizon anyway without her there to speed it up."
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Post by DMis on Apr 19, 2016 10:47:17 GMT -5
Yang blinked. "Yeah. So?" She offered. "Met them and lived. Heck. Only a museum got slightly wrecked." And I've faced her and her companion and lived, She thought.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 19, 2016 10:55:33 GMT -5
Of course Sam had to take a sip of coffee at that exact moment. This revelation could only be properly punctuated with a spit take. Once he had adequately sprayed the table with a mouthful of the scalding fluid, Sam slammed his paws down on the table, leaned over and got right up in Yang's face. "YOU'VE MET CAT CACKOWSKI?!!"
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