Inspired by MatrixDragon/Matrix Dragon, who was describing what one of his characters would do to Reichsman. Dramatic punching at superspeed.
Me, my thought processes are rather different. I don't know how many folks remember Syndesis, my original City of Heroes character. For those who aren't familiar, she's a regenerating superspeedster - moves fast, heals fast. And an ex-villain. And an internet troll.
"'ey, Reichspants," Syndesis said, blurring underneath a blast of lightning - and ducking round the subsequent swinging fist. "Hold still f'er one second, willya? Take a look at this."
Eyes crackling, his face a mask of rage, Reichsman bellowed: "WHAT FOOLISHNESS IS---"
"Chill, chill," the heroine said soothingly, pulling a small rectangle of glossy paper from her belt, "cool your Aryan-supremacy jets for a sec, 'kay? 's just a photo, yeah?"
"WHAT IS THIS..."
"Look, see, I got th'time travel armband thing, right? And I got Portal Corp access, right?"
"YES WHAT---"
"Well, I figured, look, Statesman, yer dimensional counterpart from 'round 'ere has a granddaughter, Miss Libby, right. And even ol'Tyrant has his grandspawn kicking round, right. So I figured, all things being equal-like, back in Nazi Earth you gotta have spawned, yeah? So---"
Reichsman stopped, staring blankly at the photo being pressed in front of his face. "WHAT IS THIS?"
"Oh, well, see, I'm a hero, right, I know people, yeah? Lots and lotsa people, and y'know how most heroes are in real good shape and look freakin' awesome in spandex."
"WH---," Reichsman stuttered.
"Well, I figured I'd introduce yer granddaughter to a nice guy."
"WH---"
"I mean, he /is/ black and Jewish, but the kids are cute."
"I---"
-- Acyl
Me, my thought processes are rather different. I don't know how many folks remember Syndesis, my original City of Heroes character. For those who aren't familiar, she's a regenerating superspeedster - moves fast, heals fast. And an ex-villain. And an internet troll.
"'ey, Reichspants," Syndesis said, blurring underneath a blast of lightning - and ducking round the subsequent swinging fist. "Hold still f'er one second, willya? Take a look at this."
Eyes crackling, his face a mask of rage, Reichsman bellowed: "WHAT FOOLISHNESS IS---"
"Chill, chill," the heroine said soothingly, pulling a small rectangle of glossy paper from her belt, "cool your Aryan-supremacy jets for a sec, 'kay? 's just a photo, yeah?"
"WHAT IS THIS..."
"Look, see, I got th'time travel armband thing, right? And I got Portal Corp access, right?"
"YES WHAT---"
"Well, I figured, look, Statesman, yer dimensional counterpart from 'round 'ere has a granddaughter, Miss Libby, right. And even ol'Tyrant has his grandspawn kicking round, right. So I figured, all things being equal-like, back in Nazi Earth you gotta have spawned, yeah? So---"
Reichsman stopped, staring blankly at the photo being pressed in front of his face. "WHAT IS THIS?"
"Oh, well, see, I'm a hero, right, I know people, yeah? Lots and lotsa people, and y'know how most heroes are in real good shape and look freakin' awesome in spandex."
"WH---," Reichsman stuttered.
"Well, I figured I'd introduce yer granddaughter to a nice guy."
"WH---"
"I mean, he /is/ black and Jewish, but the kids are cute."
"I---"
-- Acyl