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daniel webster (occupation: recluse) ([info]ex_published349) wrote in [info]doorslogs,
@ 2012-05-18 09:12:00

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Entry tags:arya stark, captain america, hulk, iron man, plot: las vegas, spider-man, superman

Who: Superman and CLOSED! Various supers handled the dragon, Hulk, and split up to handle everything else.
What: DOING BATTLE WITH YON DRAGON
Where: The Strip, and immediate environs. Probably somewhere around the Wynn and the Venetian.
When: Now.
Warnings/Rating: Probably fine. Maybe some people will swear, but it won't be Clark.
Notes: Don't bother with the posting order. Fine writing not required for smashing and quick tags. Chi is at work, as certainly many other people are likely to be, so just carry on. We assume the monster keeps going until Ace says otherwise.

The lindworm was in the process of trying to crack a tour bus load full of screaming tourists with the exact same frustration off a terrier attempting to peel the tin foil off a steak when a streak of red and blue shot through the sky at an acute angle. The streak hit the dragon hard on the side of what approximated the head (the part just behind the teeth) causing it to drop the tour bus. Fifty-plus people plummeted down toward the sidewalk where more milling, screaming inhabitants attempted to find shelter without understanding where they were going.

Superman, perhaps the most iconic superhero in living memory, caught the bus twenty yards from the ground. He had the red cape, the S, the big muscles, the whole nine yards. He caught the bus with both upturned palms and quite literally flew off with it. Everyone stopped screaming for about ten seconds to gape.


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[info]skree
2012-05-18 05:02 pm UTC (link)
Nell didn't have time to gape at the iconic figure from her childhood catch a bus like it was a child's toy. As much as she would have liked to just stand there and revel in the awesome of superheroes stepping out of her comics and movies into the real world, there was an ugly-as-hell dragon trying to snack on vehicles with people still in them, and she had to help.

She pulled out an arrow from her quiver, (this one was one Anton had designed especially for her - electric webs spreading out from the point of contact) and shot straight for the flank of the raging beast. The arrow hit true, just as she expected, causing the beast to roar angrily and turn its head? maw? jaw thing? away from Superman and the civilians.

Nell had about five seconds before the electricity died and the thing came after her and spat fire acid rain at her. Whoo boy. This was going to be fun.

She turned to the left and ran.

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[info]ex_published349
2012-05-18 09:44 pm UTC (link)
Superman flew the bus away from the Strip, far down the highway so that the people could, in theory, find their way back to the city once it was safe, and not die out in the desert somewhere. It was the safest place he could think of, and even then, it still wasn't that safe. He was back in the fray in an instant, the red-blue streak again, cutting through the sky, dodging the dragon's attempts to snap, smash, and catch him with an ease that made the massive thing look clumsy. He wasn't trying to fight it or kill it, not right now. From the low appearances, he was driving it back while the people below escaped. Sometimes the blur would slow down as he braked to pick up an injured form or swipe someone out of danger, and the image of the man would appear, dark hair, the physical peak of health, angry blue eyes, and then he was a blur again.

The acid was new. Someone screamed as the monster managed to spit a spray of it in a wide enough area to catch Superman, who was in the act of picking up a car and retrieving a prone body underneath. It sizzled, and he protected the person under him, but after a few moments it became clear that there was no damage. The cape didn't even stop shining. He turned his head when he saw the arrow, and he blinked at the unbelievable sight of a girl running for it. The dragon dived for her.

Clark lost his temper and threw the car at the worm's chest with unbelievable aim over Nell's head, where it smashed and crumpled, knocking the thing back so that it reared and roared as its snake-like coils writhed.

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[info]skree
2012-05-19 12:12 am UTC (link)
Nell caught the sight of the car making its way past her just in time to hit the ground. The car connected with its target with a resounding crunch, and it spat hot acid as it reared backwards. "Thanks," she said out loud, even though she was pretty sure Superman wasn't listening to her. Had Superman really just come to her rescue? This was freaking unreal. Nell felt a few drops of dragon phlegm land on the back of her legs, sizzling through the outer layer of her costume but stopping short of her skin. Hot as it was, wearing her Archer outfit had been a good idea, and not just to keep her identity a secret.

The dragon was still spit-sputtering angrily when she pushed off the ground, and Nell jumped on top of the hood of a car to let loose another arrow while she still had the shot. A bright flash of white erupted inside the dragon's maw, freezing its jaw open temporarily. Nell didn't think it would hold, but it would give Superman the chance to hurl something bigger than a car at the thing without being blinded by burning spit.

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[info]bigtimehero
2012-05-19 03:39 am UTC (link)
It was shaping up to be a complicated day. Peter had been on his own side of the door, minding his own business and swinging through a back alley, when he'd been dumped unceremoniously outside the door to roll through the hallway of Passages. A few minutes later, after experiencing the eerie sensation of being pretty much alone in his own mind (it'd been a while since he'd had that) he was out on the street chasing after the dragon in the distance. No rest for a spider just because he'd been dropped into a whole new/same world, that was for sure.

He caught up with the dragon and the red and blue blur attacking it just as its mouth froze open. Was that an arrow? Wait, was that Superman? That guy was from comic books. Oh, wait. "Not polite to eat with your mouth open," he informed the dragon, swinging around the edge of a building and plummeting into the creature's head feet first, giving it a good hard smack before bouncing off, flipping back and out of the way of the claw that swiped after him in enraged retaliation. "Whoa there, Spot! I don't want you, you're too big to be my pet. Where would I keep you? It'd bankrupt me just to feed you." He shot out a pair of webs, yanking forward and propelling himself over the beast's head as it dove for the place he'd just been. He moved impossibly fast, always seeming a second or two ahead of the dragon's next move. "Maybe the guy who can fly has a apartment big enough to house a dragon, but me, I'm a New Yorker. Even those little dogs in purses are too big for my place."

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[info]backintheworld
2012-05-19 04:25 am UTC (link)
Steve was, admittedly, torn between trusting Tony to contain the Hulk, and feeling like he needed to be at ground zero, where that wingless dragon was. In the end, he tucked one of Bruce's radios into his ear, and he counted on Pepper to let him know if Tony couldn't deal with Hulk. He knew it wouldn't do any good, but he sent a quick text to Bruce's phone (I know you can control him), and then he set off for the dragon's location.

Steve didn't have any experience with men that flew, not without wearing iron suits, but he was starting to get desensitized to all of it, and he didn't ask questions. The man was wearing the right colors, which went a long way with Steve. He knew Spider-man, thanks to Dr. Banner's files, and he was pretty sure that was a civilian girl with the arrows, despite her get-up. That helped him make his decision, and he positioned himself near the girl, his shield blocking a particularly nasty drip of venom before it could hit her in the face, just as the arrow she'd lodged in the gaping maw snapped.

He managed to put some good spin on the shield a second later, and it hit the lindworm right between the eyes and dripped that acid venom right into its eyeballs. Steve was hoping for a blinding effect as he jumped up and caught his shield once more.

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[info]skree
2012-05-19 05:23 am UTC (link)
Nell Monarch(-Sparke) was in geekgirl heaven. Nerd nirvana, if you will. Not only was she fighting in the same fight as Superman, but unless her eyes were deceiving her, Spider-Man as well. And that was definitely Captain America an arm's length away, using his shield to stop her from having to stop drop and roll once more. Maybe being dragon feed was worth it if she got to fight alongside her lifelong heroes first.

Nell couldn't get very far with her thought though, as the Dragon chose that moment to let out an even more frightening roar than usual (if such a thing were even possible). "Good aim," she said appreciatively to the Captain, as he caught his spinning shield out of the air. "So," she called out loudly enough for all three red-and-blue clad men to hear, "any idea what this thing is or how we can bring it down. More importantly," Nell paused, notching another arrow across her bow, "how do we think it'll feel about explosives?"

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[info]ex_published349
2012-05-19 06:13 am UTC (link)
Superman was trying to drive the thing back so that he could keep as many people alive as possible. A number of people who had found themselves caught up by arms of steel (which were not so comfortable nor romantic as some people seemed to think) and abandoned a split second later among the growing crowd of people taking shelter at the end of the Strip. So far, even with the opening offered by the blonde archer down below, Superman had not taken any lethal action against the creature, simply dodging its swipes and battering it back into the remains of the Bellagio fountain.

When the shield spun past him, he stopped in mid air, the cape billowing about his shoulders as he turned to see where the thing had come from. He stopped and stared for a second, and then he was gone. He waited a few seconds to see how the skinny kid with the webs did, and when he succeeded in his distraction, Superman slid through the air and stopped to hover about five feet up and six feet away from where Steve and Nell stood.

"We don't kill it or blow it up. We don't even know what it is yet," he said. He looked at the man with the big star on his shield and blinked. "Why does Daniel think you are so funny?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder as Spider-man dodged another blow.

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[info]bigtimehero
2012-05-19 06:41 am UTC (link)
"Are you kidding me?" Spidey shot back at the flying alien in the cape. "We don't kill it? Is this because I gave him a name?" He leapt off the end of a web, planting both hands on the top of the thing's head and vaulting over, pulling its attention away from the Captain and the girl with the arrows (holy crap that was seriously Captain America down there). "Look, I know Spot's cute and all, but he's also attempting murder on lots of random, perfectly innocent civilians. Do we seriously have time to find out whether he's a mutt or not?"

The next swipe from the dragon was a close call, since it followed the attempt to bat the annoying, quick-moving Spider with a spit of acid flecks. Peter twisted out of the way to avoid them, but one seared straight through the web currently supporting him. His other wrist came up, and he shot out another web just quick enough to swing underneath the thing and hit the ground moving, rolling quickly out the other side as the dragon attempted to drop its weight on him. "Yipes, Spot, I did not say sit! And I don't have time to train you right now! Get with the program!" He continued to tease the dragon away from the other heroes and the civilians on the sidewalk. "I don't know who Daniel is, but he's cool, he's my new best friend, especially if his opinion about me makes you trust me when I say that this thing needs to go down before it kills somebody, flyboy."

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[info]backintheworld
2012-05-19 06:47 am UTC (link)
"It doesn't matter what it is," was Steve's reply, even as he dodged another drip of acid and ensured it didn't land on the tiny blonde dame at his side. "It's killing people, and it's dangerous, and Loki created it. We're killing it, if you don't want to be involved, then get out of the way," was his response. Not that he knew how to kill it yet, but explosives sounded like a good plan of attack. "If we can get something into its stomach, while you have his mouth propped with an arrow, we can do some damage," he suggested, looking over his shoulder and wishing Tony would send him a Hulk, but it looked like they were on their own.

He didn't know who Daniel was, didn't much care at the moment, and so the question only got quick thought. "Probably because I'm trying to fight a wingless dragon with a shield," he said, looking down at his khakis and SSI shirt. But that didn't matter just then. "Can we get some explosives?" he asked into his earpiece, knowing Spider-man would hear. He didn't know if the kid could help, but he could always hope. At the very least, Pepper would hear him, and Tony too. Maybe they had some bright ideas. If not, he would improvise, and he was already looking down at the ruined cars behind him, wondering how hard it would be to leverage the gas in the tanks. What he wouldn't give for a grenade.

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[info]ex_published349
2012-05-19 06:57 am UTC (link)
Superman directed an unbelievably blue (alien) gaze from the man with the star to the kid with the spider on his chest. "Killing," he said, in a voice serious and yet not ponderous, "is always easier. This thing has already killed." Because oh yes, there were bodies under all this rubble, and Superman had already tried to find every heartbeat he could hear and every person he could reach. Anyone living, he had attempted to move out of the area if he could. Yet he didn't know what this thing was, but he did know that he could see a light, a very, very faint light, that spoke to him of what he thought of as soul. He didn't bother trying to explain that. No one else could see that light. "But I don't think it understands why."

"You all would be safer farther back," he said. "Deal with the green monster." Superman heard a sound in the distance, something mechanical heading in the direction of the Hulk creature, but he didn't do more than turn his head curiously before returning his attention to the dragon. "No explosives, Star-man," he said, speaking to Steve because he seemed to be the most sane here. He ignored Daniel's burst of irreverent laughter, and he flew back into the fray.

It immediately became apparent that he had been holding back. His first punch underneath the creature's head knocked the forty-foot thing back into the air. It sailed over the Bellagio buildings clustered around the false lake that made up the fountain, onto the freeway, which by this time had already been stopped cold by rubble and fleeing cars. Superman hit it again before it could fall, knocking it toward open desert.

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[info]bigtimehero
2012-05-19 07:17 am UTC (link)
Spidey was in the midst of drawing the dragon out when Superman...dealt with it. He dropped to the ground, straightened, and stared as the beast went howling through the air, came down, and then went howling up again.

He turned to the other two, and pointed. "Did that just happen?" he asked. "Did that guy seriously just play keep away with a dragon?"

After absorbing that for a numb moment, Peter looked down the street, where the Hulk seemed busy having his own brand of fun. "O-kay. Well then. Anyone want to go hulkbusting?" He hopped up onto the nearest car, his feet clinging successfully despite the layer of ice that still coated it. "Not it on trying to knock him out."

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[info]skree
2012-05-19 05:45 pm UTC (link)
Nell wasn't on team don't-kill-the-dragon, but wasn't surprised Superman was. As far as she was concerned, the thing was a magical monster hurting people, and that was good enough for her. Before she could let loose the arrow on her bow, however, Superman had uppercutted the monster (is that something you could do to a magic acid dragon?) and divebombed it towards the monster.

"No!" She said immediately at the thought of someone knocking the Hulk out. Nell had been hoping to find Anton in Vegas (after all, it was his 40th birthday she had slinked back to celebrate), but if the Hulk was here, that meant that Bruce must be in Vegas like the rest of his Avenging pals. "Don't hurt him. Let's try reason first." She looked at Captain America, hoping he would agree with her. Anton and her hadn't discussed the state of Bruce in a while (it wasn't exactly an appropriate subject when one was moping about one's mom's death anniversary). Hopefully Bruce hadn't done anything while she was gone that would make Cap thinking knocking him out was a good idea.

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[info]nutsaboutyou
2012-05-19 06:55 pm UTC (link)
As Doreen picked her way over the debris, she saw someone else dealing with the lizard. She frowned. It looked like a good time, to be honest, but there were still problems to deal with. She saw Captain America and another woman clustered together, so she and her squirrel army headed in that direction. She could see the Hulk in the distance, and knew that it was going to be difficult to subdue him.

"I could distract him, completely non-lethally distract him. It won't stop him, but it would be enough to keep him from destroying anything else until someone can bring him back to Mr. Banner." She had played poker with Mr. Banner before, and was real fond of him. She didn't want to see anything bad happen to him. She knew he couldn't control himself all the time when he got like this, and it wasn't his fault.

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[info]backintheworld
2012-05-20 01:19 am UTC (link)
"Stark is supposed to be talking him down. Let's just buy him some time. It's better if Hulk's coming after us, than for him to go after the civilians down below. No lethal attacks, not without my go-ahead. The guy in the cape can keep an eye out for the worm he wasn't willing to kill, since I'm guessing it isn't going to stay out in the middle of nowhere for long," Steve ordered, voice loud enough to carry, even without the use of the earpieces.

Hulk was further down the strip than they were, past the sheets of ice, and Steve thought about approaches and decided it didn't matter how they got there, as long as they did. "Branch out. Meet near the tall building at the end of this road," he said, not really knowing the Stratosphere was, but knowing it was tall. If he had to put money on it, he'd say that's where the big green thing was heading.

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[info]silverandsteel
2012-05-20 01:46 am UTC (link)
The little rocket-powered robot made a sound between a roar and a whistle as it zipped through two buildings and hovered in the air in front of them. It was no bigger than a volleyball, obviously made of the same stuff as Tony's suit, and it even boasted an angular design in red and gold alloys that matched. It didn't have the glow of his chestpiece, obviously, since it was only the size of a man's head, but it did have tell-tale blue lines over the whole thing. A tiny little camera incased in glass took in the people below as it bobbed up and down slightly and then stabilized.

"Somebody say may name?" The speakers in the thing announced. Tony, no question. Even better, a second later the metal ball projected a picture of Tony's face and shoulders in the air, not quite a full hologram, but close. He didn't have a shirt on and he looked a little haggard, but there wasn't anything else to see but the familiar cocky grin. "I'm going to go talk to the green rage-monster. Please hold off on attempting to kill my doctor while I do so."

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[info]cantstartafire
2012-05-20 02:50 am UTC (link)
The Hulk was making his way down the strip from building to building trying to avoid the ground as much as he could. It was just easier to jump. He noticed Superman flying around and he wanted to swat him out of the air as was instinct for anything flying at or around him.

He noticed Captain America and recognized him and continued heading in that direction, that was where the . When he heard Tony's voice he turned his head in the direction of the flying robot Tony face thing. He stopped what he was doing and cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. He didn't know what to make of that. So he did what he did best and roared. And swatted at the...Tony. Bug. Robot. Thing. Just to check.

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[info]skree
2012-05-20 03:01 am UTC (link)
While everyone else was able to fly, web, and project themselves over to the Hulk, Nell and Captain America were stuck doing it the old way - on foot. They made their way around and over cars and burning debris, just in time to catch the Hulk roaring at Tony Stark (holy crap more and more Avengers were showing up and it was amazing).

"No, Anton!" Er, that wasn't right. "Hulk, I mean. Stop. He's trying to help." Boy, this was going to get awkward fast. Hopefully no one here would use her little slip up to put two and two together.

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[info]silverandsteel
2012-05-20 03:09 am UTC (link)
The Bot zoomed to one side, firing miniature rockets not unlike those that accelerated Iron Man through the air. The thing emitted a blue light to scan Hulk's face (JARVIS doing identifications) and then zipped to another angle, higher this time. Tony's face flickered out, and then (on a hunch) a full image of Iron Man in red-and-gold appeared in the air. "Hulk," he said, sounding confident. "Hulk, stop!" The last thing Tony wanted was Hulk getting himself shot or blown up. They needed to get him turned around. "Stop!"

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[info]backintheworld
2012-05-20 03:24 am UTC (link)
By the time Steve came to a halt in front of Hulk, Tony's voice (and whatever that thing was that was flying around Hulk's head) was doing a good job of keeping Hulk from smashing the people around him. It was a move in the right direction, a stall tactic, maybe, but a move in the right direction. He made sure the girl with the arrows was out of harm's way, and then he moved on ahead and jumped up onto the first row of balconies at the Stratosphere, wanting to get some height on the green creature.

Five balconies up, and still a few feet away from where Tony had arrested Hulk's attention, and Steve cupped his hands to make his voice carry as far as it could. "Hulk. Listen to Stark. NO SMASHING," he insisted, not sure how they went from screaming to getting Dr. Banner back. He really needed to ask that for future encounters like this.

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[info]bigtimehero
2012-05-20 03:32 am UTC (link)
Peter had never really dealt with with the Hulk before, and he had a sneaking suspicion that, as much as he liked Dr. Banner, it was going to be a none-too-pleasant experience if he got close enough to get smashed by one of those giant fists. He swung over, the buildings providing easy traction for his webs, and landed on the side of the stratosphere, clinging by his hands and feet, not far from the Captain's head. "What he said!" Spidey declared, with confidence and no idea how they were actually going to calm the guy down enough to get Banner back. He called out to the others, clicking on the ear piece. "If this doesn't work, you think we could draw him out of town over to where SuperPunchy punched that dragon? At least it'd keep him busy."

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[info]cantstartafire
2012-05-20 06:55 am UTC (link)
The Hulk wasn't going to let Bruce come back until he was sure there was no danger. That was not this situation. That wasn't even close to this situation. He looked annoyed, and confused, when Tony turned into Iron Man but it kept his attention. Iron Man he knew, so he waited. When he was told not to smash he let out a very annoyed huff and one arm swung behind him to point at the dragon monster and then he looked back at Iron Man.

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[info]silverandsteel
2012-05-20 04:47 pm UTC (link)
The Bot accelerated so that it rose up into the air several feet. So did the Iron Man hologram.

At that moment there was a deafening roar from the desert half a mile out, and Superman flew back over their heads--but most certainly not of his own volition. He slammed back first into The Paris and disappeared in a large cloud of dust.

"He's got a point," the Bot said, impressed with the Hulk's relative intelligence and comprehension. "Okay, Hulk." There was a confusing sound of some tapping as Tony made some adjustments to the hologram program, a faint groan of pain as he moved, and then the Iron Man hologram pointed at the dragon in the distance. "Smash it."

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[info]skree
2012-05-20 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Nell flinched as Superman smashed through the Paris. Of course, she knew that the man of steel would eventually emerge unscathed, the crunch of steel didn't sound like fun.

The idea of Hulk smashing the dragon, however, sounded exactly like fun. Even though Nell knew she couldn't really do much from the ground in the upcoming showdown (stupid superheroes with their stupid flying powers), she was going to have fun watching.

"Oh, this is going to be awesome," she said out loud, to no one in particular. "I've always wanted to see this."

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[info]backintheworld
2012-05-21 12:27 am UTC (link)
The dragon was far enough away that they would be dependent on Tony to keep track of Hulk, if Hulk listened, and Steve didn't like deploying soldiers without being able to keep an eye on them. Radio contact, at the very least, was imperative, but there wasn't much he could do here. He slung his shield over his back, and he climbed higher along the line of balcony's at the Stratosphere. At least he'd be able to watch, which was all he could really bring to this fight. Maybe it was sulking, but he liked to think of it as realism. In his time, he had been something super. Here? He was woefully outgunned.

He chuckled at the eager girl, a smile tipping up the corner and reaching his eyes. He wondered how many people would take that same thought away from all this destruction, that there were still heroes in the world. Maybe that would balance out all the rest, he thought, as he looked down at the ruined strip.

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[info]cantstartafire
2012-05-21 06:43 pm UTC (link)
The grin that spread across the Hulk's face at Iron Man's words was something to be feared, but there was no danger at all to anyone but the dragon he'd just gotten permission to smash.

He crouched down a bit and leaped astonishingly high and far. He landed right near where the dragon had been relocated by the red and blue flying bug. There was a rather large Hulk Sized crater left where he landed.

Another jump, this time from the ground, and he had grabbed hold of the monster and was bringing it down with him and it to was making a crater of it's own as the Hulk sized crater while the Hulk slammed it into the ground repeatedly using his arms to contain it and his legs to just keep jumping it up from the ground and back down. As it flailed his gigantic feet dug into the ground to keep his balance and his roar was angry and annoyed that it was still trying to move. But he kept at it doing exactly what he'd been told by Iron Man. And it was fun.

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[info]ex_published349
2012-05-22 05:22 am UTC (link)
Superman shook off the remains of about half the pseudo-Eiffel Tower that used to be standing in front of the Paris, and, making sure not to shower anyone with debris, he rose up into the air and shot off into the desert, back into the fray. He looked down and saw the oncoming mess of what looked like the entire contents of every horror movie out in the last ten years, and he put on more speed.

Hulk, he noticed, emitted a light that was keenly human, even more so than the confusing flexing colors of the dragon. It took a special way of looking, but Superman was the most powerful man on earth, and he had a solid moral compass. He didn't even eat meat. So, he dropped down out of the sky and rather than attempting to fight off both Hulk and dragon, he dropped a boulder scrounged from a canyon several miles off onto the dragon's lower half. It squirmed like a lizard pinned under a shoe, and as the dust cleared, Superman lowered to about the level of Hulk. "Need a ride back to town?"

Back on the strip, the mini Bot flew off to take a scouting position high above the carnage and lingered there on autopilot, sans hologram and without Tony's presence.

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[info]cantstartafire
2012-05-22 01:59 pm UTC (link)
Hulk didn't spend a lot of his time worrying about deductive reasoning. In fact it was fairly well known that he didn't even know what deductive reasoning was most of the time. It depended on the day, the situation, and the surroundings, whether or not the green tank was going to go to the trouble of figuring things out for himself. Which made the moments in which he made the effort that much more important.

He watched while Superman dropped the boulder on the dragon and his brows knit tightly together, his head turned abruptly from one side to the other before his eyes settled on Superman. He was about to swat at him again but he fought every instinct that told him to and remembered the boulder (even though it had only been a handful of seconds it was similar to recalling a memory from earlier in the day).

He was flying but he wasn't Iron Man. He was strong but he wasn't Cap. He was nice but he wasn't Spidey. He didn't know who he was but he knew he wasn't an enemy. Hulk understood words, he understood sentences, he did, in fact, speak English. Just not well, and not all the time. What was the point? He understood what was being asked of him and while he knew he could get back to town on his own there was no saying what might be waiting for them or what he might do trying to get there. It was well established that Hulk was mostly incapable of walking down the street without causing damage, and if he traveled his way, he'd leave a path of destruction from the highway to the strip.

He felt Bruce pushing against his mind, and he ignored him, as he usually did when things were dangerous. He knew better how to keep Bruce alive than he did but Vegas was not big enough for Hulk. He couldn't stay in the desert, Cap and Iron Man were out there somewhere and so was Spider-Man. He didn't know how to respond. Confusion on Hulk's part just managed to piss him off. And he grunted clearly annoyed, huffing and wishing for something to throw. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Superman almost suspiciously. And then looked around at his surroundings. He knew what he wanted to say, wanted to suggest...He pointed back toward the strip where there seemed to be more and more chaos happening. He knew there was more going on, be it Loki or something else that needed stopping. "Bring here. Hulk smash." It wasn't so much a question as it was a suggestion.

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[info]ex_published349
2012-05-22 05:50 pm UTC (link)
Superman quickly realized that higher cognitive reasoning was not Hulk's strong point. But that light was so strong that he had no doubt that he was talking to something on the level of humans, and being an alien himself, he didn't have a problem with prejudice just because Hulk appeared not to be able to control the amount of damage he did.

"Good idea," he agreed, flashing an Elvis smile of white teeth and blue eyes. Superman looked off into the hazy distance. "I will throw them here." He gave Hulk a very stern look he used with children and stupid kids who wanted to be bank robbers. "Smash. No killing." And with that, he zipped off back toward the glistening city in an instant.

About thirty seconds later, the first of many dead zombies sailed in an arc high through the air, passed over at least half a mile of desert, and started to descend toward Hulk's head. Batter up.

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