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Tweak says, "REDRUM! REDRUM!"

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

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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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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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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