Who: Kyle Rayner and OPEN NPCs: Officers When: May 15th, 2013 Where: NYC What: Kyle runs afoul of some men trying to arrest a young mutant boy. Rating: R
"You have got to be kidding me." Kyle would be the first to admit that he was not on Earth often enough to catch most of the whirlwind drama that was the Meta-Human and Mutant Registration Act, but he knew enough. Like Luthor is bad. And Luthor is President. From these two things, nothing good could come forth. Especially now as his leisurely walk down the street was interrupted by heavily armed men chasing after a young boy with blue skin and horns. Kyle nearly lost his balance and fell into the street when they all barreled past him, and had he not been caught so off guard he would havce made an attempt to trip one of the men. Instead he ducked into a nearby alley with a shake of his head and a choice curse.
When he emerged seconds later wearing his mask and the colors of the Corps, his flight over the intervening building tops brought him upon the boy and the officers just as they had him cornered against a fence.
"Hands in the air, mutant! You are in violation of the Meta-Human and Mutant Registration Act. Any further attempt to run will result in-hey!" The officer looked up sharply as his rifle was snatched from his hands by a glowing green hand, and the costumed figure floating above him who was taking away the weapons of the other men in the same fashion.
"Hey, I was wondering if you could give me directions", Kyle said as he brought the gathered rifles together into a sphere of concentrated will power that he then constricted until they became one tangled mess, "I was looking for the good ole U. S. of A., but I seem to have made a wrong turn and wound up in Nazi Germany. What gives?"
Kyle landed before the men, and released the interwoven rifles to make a point as they clattered to the pavement.
"Hands in the air now, freak!" The same officer was yelling again, as he pulled a side arm that he leveled at Kyle. "You are in violation of the"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard your spiel already, and it was offensive enough the first time. And besides, I don't qualify. At least not currently."
"That is not for you to decide, now raise your hands!" As the other four men trained pistols on Kyle, no one seemed to notice the mutant boy float up into the air, over the fence, and out of sight in a halo of green light. "Now, mutie!"
Kyle sighed. "Honestly, I'm just a good looking guy with some wicked alien tech on my finger. But if I were a metahuman or mutant, I would be pretty offended by now."
"This is your LAST chance!"
"Suck it."
"What!? What the fuck did you just say!?"
"What, you want me to accompany that with a crotch chop so you get it? I mean maybe we all didn't grow up in the nineties watching-"
BANG!
Kyle looked at the bullet that clung to the aura of green energy around his person that acted as a personal shield, before dropping to the ground.