And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Oooh. An incident-with-a-capital-I. I sense another story. *waggles his eyebrows*

And eh, it can be kinda cool. Savin' the world means you get good press an' a fanclub, and I've had some pret-ty girls in my fanclub over the years, letmetellyou. Even some'a my teammates have been fangirls! It's a pretty sweet gig. Sucks sometimes, but everything does once in a while.

Like finding out half your DNA comes from a big crazy bald supervillain? Kinda a downer.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

*glances around* Eh, half the military knows about it anymore. Everyone's just looking the other way, it seems. Until they decide I'm not useful anymore. Gah. Next time I do something that monumentally stupid I need to make sure I limit the amount of people who know.

...saving the world? Gih, now that's thinking big. I don't think I have any fangirls, which is good. They're scary. .__.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What about your mechanic?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Totally know what you mean, Ed. I'm not without my screwups, believe it or not. You should'a seen my haircut in the late 90s, man. They should've arrested me. (Kind of miss my jacket, though.)

Mechanic?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Heh, well ... you haven't tried to raise the dead, have you?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Depends. Does showin' up to take the place of a dead guy, who it turns out came back later anyway, count?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's strange.

And no, I meant actually raise the dead. As in, construct a new body and try to draw back the soul. You really shouldn't, it creates a big ol' mess. And it costs an arm and a leg.

*rim shot*

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Think that's strange, you should come hang out in Metropolis for a week. Or Gotham. Guarantee you'll see more weird crap than you ever thought possible.

Huh. I can see how that'd be a bit on the 'no no' scale. I mean, just.. wow. Yeah. Way over my head. Probably a good thing.

Where'd that noise come from?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I dunno, man, I've seen some pretty fucked-up shit in my time. But you've talked about some weird shit too, so ... wah, I dunno. Maybe I'll vacation there or somethin'.

Yeah, that stuff's definitely not fun. At all. Way more drama than it was worth, and we didn't even get what we wanted out of the deal... my brother lost his body and I have false limbs. So not worth it.

...hey, do you smell something...burning?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

I haven't even gotten to the weird stuff yet, old chum. But when you hang out with people in brightly-colored spandex every day, it's bound to be an interesting time.

That's certainly a bummer to end all bummers, right there. Yuck.

...burning?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Ack, that flame-manufacturing asstard keeps setting my hair on fire! *nurses braid*

...spandex? This word frightens me.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Spandex is cool if you've got the bod for it. *strikes a pose and grins winningly*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

She only fangirls the automail, Mustang. You know that. You really shouldn't hit on her, either. Al wants to have words with you in that regard.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

....yes, well..