Lauren raises an eyebrow. “Don’t think that’s quite what she’s saying…” She takes another picture.
Khan finds himself a seat near the center of the room, giving the others a glance before fixing his gaze straight ahead.
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Geosh executed a back-handed swing at switchblade with his shield, simultaneously, he pulled back his spear and swapped to his sword. “I never agreed to anything.” Geosh stated, strangely calm, as he slashed at switch blade, realizing he probably needed some inventive way to at least incapacitate switchblade.
Switchblade took the shield to the face, letting it carry him further than if he had attempted to resist. Why? He was now slightly closer to the box.
He continued edging towards it even as Geosh came in with a swipe, once again cutting through the metallic shrapnel like butter… And barely affecting Switchblade’s mass. “Wrong. You immediately went to the hotel and even tried to hide this from me!” A few metal shards shot out of his stomach up towards Geosh’s eye holes.
Geosh was prepared for this move; he ducked his head while he quickly brought back his shield to try and block, while he moved his sword to get in between switchblade and the case.
“Did I ever say I would do it for you?” Geosh said still weirdly calm. Geosh saw a broken wire hanging down at about the height of his hips, that he knew from painful experience still had power, heaven knows why.
“If I could get the bladey-thing to touch it, that might do something… especially if I could find some water to get on him.” Geosh thought, unfortunately the wire was on the other side of the room from the case.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Switchblade’s mass began moving around the sword like a pile of sand, literally sliding over and around it with the greatest of ease, getting closer and closer to the box. “You walked out. That’s our verbal agreement. You never said no.”
“And you sure as blazes aren’t stopping me.” A large hand ripped out of Switchblade’s chest, grabbing the shield and attempting to wrestle it from Geosh’s grasp.
“You tell me what that is and I may not even be trying to stop you.” Geosh stated, again strangely calm. He used switchblade grabbing his shield to try and move him near the wire.
“Tell you!” Switchblade growled, pulling on Goesh’s shield with all his might. “YOU turned on me! You’ve lost the right to an explanation!”
A lone tendril slithered out from the mass which extended over the sword and now Switchblade, stretched out between the box and Geosh, was only a few feet from it.
Judging by how desperate switchblade seemed to be acting, Geosh figured that letting switchblade get his… shards on the case would be a bad idea. Geosh switched his mentality from protecting the case, to keeping switchblade from getting it.
“You’re right it’s going to be irrelevant in a moment.” As Geosh said this, he shoved and let go of his shield, making the shield de-materialize. At the same time he let go of the sword, also letting it de-materialize, and lunged for the case. Geosh materialized the spear, and held it so that it would impale the case and the object in the case at the end of the lunge.
The tendril on the ground suddenly whipped upwards, moving the speartip away from its target and allowing it to imbed into the floor. Geosh wouldn’t have much time to react, as with his grip freed Switchblade would bring the entirety of his mass up and collapsing towards him.
In the little time Geosh had to react he slammed his back into switchblade with all the force Geosh could generate. A few of the shards would be able to get into some gaps causing painful, but relatively minor injuries. Geosh was banking on the sudden force to move switchblade near the wire,
but even without that he would at least be between switchblade and the case.
Disappointment was at the end of his journey.
Switchblade offered no pushback whatsoever, letting Geosh dive through the massive wave of shards like it was made of paper, and directly into the hanging wire. Even if Geosh succeeded in dragging Switchblade into the wire with him, suits of armor were highly conductive.
“Wait it isn’t? Why blame us then? This sucks… Lazy people really get nothing done.”
Adelaide paused, an idea brewing. “Hey, is there a chance we could talk to them privately? If they really want to get stuff done, we-” Coughing over the word, she carried on. “I could handle it.”
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OOC: I was thinking of the wire as 15ish feet away, so the shove, even with the virtually nonexistent resistance, wouldn’t be generating enough force to carry Geosh or switchblade that far. By your post it seems you were thinking it was closer, that probably is my fault for not describing it’s placement well, but I thought I’d clear that up.
IC: Geosh felt virtually no resistance as he “banged” into switchblade. “That was a lot softer than I was hoping.” Geosh thought, “Crap! I’m not between the bladey-thing and the case anymore.”
OOC:
Then how the heck do you expect average-strength Geosh lumbering around in a suit of armour to push an eight foot pile of metal scraps fifteen feet in a single shove
Really if the wire is conveniently fifteen feet away as soon as Geosh is in risk of hitting it, you should be keeping its location in mind with all character actions, not just the inconvenient ones
IC:
No, he wasn’t, in fact.
With Geosh out of the way, Switchblade collapsed his mass in a tidal wave of metal onto the box, already beginning to magnetize it into his form. It snapped shut again inside his body and he turned a malicious grin upon Geosh, who was now stuck between Switchblade and the dangerous wire.
“Game over.” He hissed. “Or do you really think you can fish my prize away from me now?”
Lauren shoots her a glare. “Sure, you could probably talk to them in private. Could you accomplish something? Eh.” She shrugs.
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Geosh was pretty sure switchblade wasn’t going to run with the case; he was pretty certain switchblade was gonna try and kill him first. If switchblade did come after Geosh, he would try to lead him to the cord, if not, then oh well. Geosh had no real investment in the case other than being curious.
Switchblade towered over Geosh for a moment or two, the malicious grin still plastered across his face. It slowly turned into a scowl when he realized Geosh wasn’t doing anything.
Something swirled around in his mass, and out from his form flew the case. Open, empty, and considerably scuffed. The constant moving of metal slowed considerably.
“Do you know who Daybreak is?” Switchblade hissed, something moving up inside his form. “There is every reason to believe he is the Son of Superman. Powers, strength, general age, it all fits. And this,” The object in his form slithered across metal shards to his hand, revealing itself to be the foam; even with the incredible amount of caution displayed, it was deeply lined with cuts. “Is the reason I concocted an elaborate and now unnecessary scheme to track the Luthor campaign bus.”
Bringing it to his chest, Switchblade carefully and surgically removed a hole from the foam. Turning it around, Geosh could see the reflection of glass coupled with an incredibly thin splinter of glowing green crystal.
“Kryptonite.”
Switchblade moved swiftly, shoving the foam package into his mouth before lunging towards the window. He had to move fast lest Geosh manage to get in front of him, and attempt to prevent him from escaping… If he could withstand that much moving metal at once.
On the street outside, it was entirely deserted save one older pedestrian reading the Daily Planet who seemed to be oblivious to the commotion.
Geosh had never heard of daybreak, and now that he knew about the contents of the case, at least mostly, Geosh was content to let it go. After all, kryptonite was relatively harmless to humans. So Geosh just watched switchblade leave.
Piling out the window, Switchblade aimed for the open manhole he had exited and in one dive cleared the entrance, his massive form slimming out into a long curve.
Geosh might have noticed the one civilian immediately turn around and walk in the general direction of a subway entrance.
The way the civilian’s actions were so sudden seemed a bit odd to Geosh.
“Not like I’ve got anything I need to do right now…” he thought “I guess I’ll follow him and see what’s up.”