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Debbie does her best to hide her internal revulsion over the strange shift in reality.
Debbie had remained quiet through the Luthor apparent's speech and the comments of her "teammates". Her eyes wandered across the multitude of screens whilst absentmindedly chewing on her lip. Occasionally she would stop when she discovered and alternate version of herself. A sinking feeling took hold as she realized that every incarnation where she wasn't powered; she was happy. In most, she was either married and possessed loving children or had a strong career. In literally every instance she could find where she was powered, she was a villain. One image depicted her as a tyrannical despot ruling what looked like some kind of apocalyptic New Orleans, a throne made from semis and fishing boats, with a patchwork shoulder cape made from the torn pieces of almost every super suit/cape she could think of. Another showed her bigger than she'd ever imagined being, somewhere over two thousand feet tall towering over downtown Tokyo and smashing it like it was a gingerbread playground. She appeared to be more beastial in her mannerisms, howling and roaring like some kind of mad animal. Her surprise reached a new height and made her cheeks run red with embarrassment at the sight of what appeared to be a Giant version of Captain Robo rounding a building, striking a pose and then launching into combat with the mega sized Debbie. Most puzzling of all was that that screen in particular was casting the battle in black and white. Tearing her face away from the disheartening and shocking sights, Debbie realized she was filled with regret and fury. I am NOT a villain. I am NOT a monster. I AM happy. I am in CONTROL. And she was gonna prove it. If she had to defeat some fanciful costumed would-be-King and travel through some ludicrous alternate future past to do it? She'd handled worse. Turning her massive frame towards the lesser Luthor,making sure to fill his vision, she spoke with a low, acertive rumble. "We'll take. The vehicle."
Great. Now they weren't just terrible murderdeath robots, they were FUTURE murderdeath robots. Well that changes everything! Debbie watches the two discuss important issues concerning future tyrants and can't help but worry about fate and how this all started. She slowly takes a knee to be more involved in the conversation but also give Robo a cautious look of, "How do you want to play this?". "Look I hate to interrupt, and I won't pretend to know much about all this Back-to-the-Future stuff, but by coming here, aren't you two...messing with the time streams or some such nonsense?" she asks, exasperated that this day just didn't seem to want to end.
Debbie narrows her eyes and chews on her lip while she considers the not-superman-future-words. Cheese and Crackers that wasn't a mouthful.
"If you're telling the truth then I'll take you to him. No funny business though. The last thing this city needs is for us to tango through a few more skyscrapers." Debbie turns to lead them back to the hall, but she doesn't drop the vehicle in her hands.
Second Wonder Woman? Talking past tense about current affairs. You have got to be kidding me. "First robots, then invaders from space and now you're seriously telling me that you two are....what? Time travelers? You can't be serious. That's imposs-." Debbie stops midsentence as she remembers she's carrying a car and looking at a purple half-machine man with a sight line that sits above most buildings. This is too much. I need to get home. I thought we were wrapping all this up. This smells like a committment and god knows I have enough of those on my plate. I can see this through but whose to say these guys are telling the truth. But even if they are, it doesn't necessarily make them good guys... "Okay. Calm. I like calm. If you people really are from the future....answer three questions and we'll see where we stand. Who are you? What do you want with him and how did you get here?"
GIGANTA? "GIGANTA?"
" ALRIGHT. I don't know who you folks think you are and I might be new to this whole hero thing, but I'm no stranger to dealing with troublemakers. " She stops just before her next step would stomp the two into the cement and begins lightly tossing vehicle in her palm up and in the air like an oversized baseball. She let the moment hang in there for a few beats before putting on her best mom voice. "SO. Two things are going to happen. A. You're NOT going to go anywhere near that Robo gentleman. And B. You're going to apologize for refering to me as that jaguar print flaunting psycho."
Debbie eyes the space vessel nervously while weighing her options. [i]Space?! Like ACTUAL space. The heck am I supposed to do up there? I've never even been out of state! Ah, cheese and crackers! Why did it have to be space?[/] "Yeeeaaaahh. No." Debbie thunderously declared with a dry tone.
Debbie purses her lips after hearing his remarks, in an attempt to hold in a chortle. According to her husband, people APPARENTLY found her laughter at this size to be unsettling. And thinking of unsettling, Debbie realized her hands were shaking from all the frightening excitement. Wringing them out before exiting the building, she called back to Cap Robo. "If you don't mind, I'll stick around and work off this nervous energy. Give a shout if you're threatened by anything terrible or generic. ." And with that Debbie begins pushing and kicking wreckage/robot bits scattered around the area into a neat pile, dislodging cars from buildings and making a path for emergency vehicles to access.
Hey I was invited by Rictus and I'm just stopping in to say hey and mention how great all these character ideas are. I'll be providing mine very soon. Today if I can. I love the concept and see a lot of potential. :3
Debbie leans in to the opening of the hall, crouching on her knees if necessary, and peeks inside. Her room filling tenor booms with a foundation shaking quality. " Well that's wonderful to hear Imagine! Hopefully you remembered the gluten free version as well. His daughter's allergy is pretty bad. " Scanning the strange scene with her large brown eyes she can'they'll but gasp slightly in awe. Despite the wreckage, the hall was still unbelievably impressive. She,d always wondered if she could fit inside at her full height. Her eyes suddenly rolled involuntarily at the absurdity of her discussing baking goods during a robot assault. "How crazy is all this? Does anyone actually know what the HECK is going on? Or what we need to do to stop all of this? Short version, please. I need to be home by dinner."
Debbie's eyes light up as the giant metal behemoth crumples to the ground. She's too happy about its defeat to pay much mind to the blast that launched into the sky. Debbie bellows a guffaw with a "small" stumbling jump of excitement and disbelief that leaves shallow craters in the street. Her sense of relief quickly passed as she witnessed several of her caped crusading companions arguing. Uncertain what all the fuss was about, her eyes flitted from the group to the remaining robots. Well. I'm sure that's all very important. Just one more thing to carry. Focusing the rest of her adrenaline on one of the Tri-tanks, Debbie begins sprinting towards it with abandon. Deciding to give her knuckles a rest, and just punt the thing as hard as she could.
Debbie tries her best not to grin at the the success of her assualt. A highly inappropriate "HA!" escapes her giant mouth, spawned from a combination of panicky surprise and bloodthristy glee. Despite the volume of her guffaw, its sound is potentially drowned out by the onslaught that followed. The sheer force of attacks from the menagrie of super powered individuals nearly brought the enormous mechanized titan to its knees. Seeing no reason to shake up her approach, Debbie advanced, planting her bare feet where a sidewalk had just been, and throws an uppercut into the giants jaw. She couldn't help but imagine her son's most played videogame and how often he impersonated his favorite characters signature move. How did that go? Hadoukem?
Flechetes of alloy cascade from the robots glowing mouth as Debbie's truck sized fist plows into the underside of it. The massive metal monstrosity teeters uneasily from the impact as Debbie's determined grin is lit up by the sparks of the damaged machine. I CAN do this...Hmph. There was never any doubt.
Thank you! They wont always be that long for brevity's sake but im enjoying the game already. Just let me know where I fall in the combat order. :3
Sorry it took me so long to post. I just got back from out of the country and had to do a plethora of holiday preparations last minute. I was just inspired this go round.
How Debbie Cleaver Got to the party:
The Silver minivan maneuvered its way through traffic just a smidge above the speed limit, its driver frantically juggling a cellphone, the wheel and a much needed double shot Cappuccino. "I'm serious Siobhan. Don't give him any dessert. He's still on parole for all the holes in the backyard." The blonde driver winced slightly at the shrill voice on the other end and almost missed her exit towards the party supply store. " I have no idea WHY he did it, but its the last time Bill shows ANY of the kids how to use his tools. " The exasperated mother turned the volume down on the radio in an attempt to not only hear here sister better but also ignore yet another "Breaking News" regarding some super powered tussle. She bit her lip with jealousy over the freedom of her tight wearing counterpoints. She had far bigger issues to deal with, like a sleepover birthday for her fickle preteen son. "No, it wasn't a shovel! It was a post hole digger. Why would you assume Bill Jr. didn't know how to use a shovel? I mean he's on a new generic medication for his A.D.H.-Hey, WATCH IT!" Some teenage Shi-er...Poophead just standing in the middle of the road! Unfortunately, Debbie had been concentrating on one two many things and was nearly run off the road by a kid around Lilah's age, who appeared preoccupied with staring towards something on the horizon toward the inner ciry.. Debbie was thankful her eldest wasn't here to throw her many lectures back in her face. "Yes I am fully aware of how silly I sound but you'd try to cut down too if one of yours called you the B-word. AGAIN. Sometimes I just-what?
Debbie was seconds from just cutting off her over talkative sister when a large dark blue shape flew into her line of sight. Her train of thought was lost as a four door sedan tumbled end over end through the air towards her. Before swerving out of the way she noted that the arc of the airborne vehicle suggested it had been launched from the direction that kid in the road, had been watching A massive splintering of glass followed the crunching metallic thud behind her as the automobile slammed into the pavement. She came to a screeching halt and took a moment to her self to hyperventilate over the nearly disastrous end to her day. Slowly looking behind her, she saw that no one had been in the car and it had thankfully hit nothing but the ground. However, the incident had caused a small pileup of cars a couple yards on the road behind her. She was too far too see if anyone was injured. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and was halfway out of the car when her senses were assaulted by the mental message of the Martian Manhunter. When it vanished as abruptly as it had came, she realized that she had landed on the ground, sprawled out in her coffee stained clothes, clutching her throat. After coughing and shaking off the jarring vision, Debbie took a minute to consider the pyschic heroes plea. This. Is insane! I can't do something like this. I-I-I need to prepare for tonight and its laundry day and-and...They must be in some really deep shi-er-poop to need MY help.
Looking towards the city where the vehicle been catapulted, Debbie could almost make out the faint trails of smoke from the Halls of Justice. Despite her overwhelming apprehension, Debbie swallowed hard and pulled herself to her feet. Almost comically, she tore her socks and shoes off while balancing on one leg, before cracking her neck and shaking the tingling adrenaline from her fingers. Confidence filled her as as the soles of her feet made contact with the ground and she couldn't help but smirk at the opportunity to let loose. Her fists balled suddenly and she launched forward toward the Halls of Justice a mix of nervous excitement spurring her onward. The sound of her lightly calloused feet slapping the pavement shifted into heavy thuds then concrete cracking stomps as Debbie Cleaver began to grow. The ground shook with each landing of her pillar sized legs, a small earthquake of activity preceding her arrival. Higher and higher she ascended, dwarfing telephone poles, trees and even buildings finally arriving at her penultimate height of 64 feet. Pushing aside fears about her identity being discovered or whether her family was okay, Debbie launched into the city. Debbie received her first glimpse of the melee from over the top of a five story bank building. She couldn't help but briefly watch in awe at not only the destruction,(which she had witnessed plenty of times from her living room flat screen) but also the sheer number of capes flying, running, and blasting their way through swarms of robots. She figured the only reason she hadn't been noticed by now was the warzone that was raging before her.Debbie's eyes widened at the sight of the colossal robot dominating the scene. "Holy Moley..." Despite the valiant efforts of The ShieldThat's actually HIM, a Yellow Lantern of all things and what appeared to be a vaguely human shaped sun, the giant droid's rampage appeared uncontrollable. As its Charybdis like maw appeared to light up and missiles poured from its frame, Debbie knew she had stop him. Or at least try. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. A multitude of tremors preceded Debbie's emergence from behind a stretch of buildings as her stride picked up speed, her mental mantra keeping uncertainty at bay. Swinging with reckless abandon, Debbie surprised herself by actually leaping before smashing her pulled back fist into the mechanical menace and landed with an enormous crash.
Man, this is a pretty big party. I was surprised there was no final cast list. |
