Annoyances [Open]

[X'Sharri]

"'eya little lady, want to have a good time?"

This was one of the many comments that X'Sharri had heard many times in the darker alleyways of Los Angeles. It had been never addressed to him before, but it was now, a long with the cooing and whistling noises that the puny humans who surrounded him made. X'Sharri was not in the mood for these kind of humans, then again, he rarely was. However, his "good" nature was in focus right now and he didn't want to kill these guys. X'Sharri sighed, he could see how they would mistaken him for a helpless victim. It was dark enough for his blue skin to be hidden fairly well, and he had a very feminine frame for a Sharoan. Plus the fact that he was one of the skinnier Sharoan in existence most likely attributed to the "helpless" appearance that was a pure lie. In his skin-tight black shirt, white and black gloves, black knee-length shorts with knee-length white socks and shoes that were a mix of converse and boots he was far from helpless. "Excuse me monkey spawn, I have things to do," X'Sharri said, trying to push his way out of the circle of men, but barely being pushed back.

"Now where are you going? We're offering you fun, and if you don't want it we'll have to take some from you."

"How about you guys go and get a life, or go back to your home in your filthy breeder-parent's basement and cry," X'Sharri snapped back, growling in his throat as his antennae twitched but kept under his punkish blond hair. The men didn't seem shocked by the alien's outburst, going even closer to the alien- close enough for the alien to smell the alcohol on their breath with his antennae. The smell made X'Sharri want to empty his bowels right then and there- he liked alcohol, but smelling it on a dirty man's mouth was terrible.

"Looks like we have a spicy one here, hey-W-WAIT!"

A man said, saying that right as he grabbed the back of X'Sharri's shirt and accidentally tore the back of it- exposing the holes in the alien's back. The alien couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle as the man who had torn the back of his shirt stepped back and fell to the ground in shock. "Finally, that got you all to shut up," X'Sharri laughed darkly under his breath, letting out his spider legs from his back. The spider legs allowed him to go up in the air a bit, enough to look down on the monkey spawn that were currently afraid. "Now, get out before I decide that cleaning blood off of my spider legs isn't such a despised task," he said sadistically, giving a grin as the men turned and ran. "Typical monkey spawn, stupid and cowardly," X'Sharri said to himself, retracting his spider legs and landing on the ground feet-first. However, one of the men had stayed, a wannabe gangster who pulled out a gun and pointed it at X'Sharri. With a squeak of terror, the man shakily opened his mouth commanded.

"S-Stay right there, freak!"

X'Sharri looked over at the man, a sadistic smirk on his face. If this guy wanted a fight, he was going to get one. A typical Sharoan, X'Sharri wanted a fight- he loved fighting, especially against cowards who would probably run. "Give me your best shot," the alien said, making a two handed "Come-get-Me" gesture that was common in monkey spawn fist fights.

[Dave]

Dave, rather, Radar, landed with a thump and was in a crouching position. He looked up at the man whose gun was now aimed at Mister Radar. Then back and forth between Radar and the whoever it was that had already been present.

-Three minutes prior-

Dave finished smashing the man's head into the wall as his last two remaining friends dropped the guns and ran. He put riot cuffs on all seven of the unconscious men and tore a piece of his shirt off tying it around the deep bullet graze in his shoulder that had hit him a minute or so earlier.

He felt a sudden fear close by. One building over in fact. He used the walls that constituted the alleyway to jump back and forth upwards until he was on the roof. He ran in the direction of the fear, and jumped, landing in between the woman, wait, no, that was a male, and the drunken man. Using his abilities, he tried to grasp what happened, there was some aggression left from the man and someone who apparently was with him.

The other's aura read strangely, meta-human, mutant, or something.

"Seems I acted hastily, without understanding of the situation but," He nodded towards the man, "You're the one with the gun." He rolled forward in a somersault but before he completed it, launched himself like a spring with his hands, sending his feet directly into the drunk's head. Radar stood for a moment. Black sport coat, t-shirt, jeans, white high-tops, and the classic fedora, domino mask combo. He admitted taking inspiration from the Crimson Avenger but, who cares really? "So, if you don't mind my asking," he said to the thing remaining, "What are you?"

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri stared at the drunk man who just wobbled and put his finger close to the trigger. The safety was off, so that meant he was going to try and fire on the alien. "Come on sissy, fire if you dare- it'll give me a reason to pop your big head with one of my spider legs!" X'Sharri said, grinning a daredevil's grin. The man looked like he was going to fire until a man landed between the alien and the drunken male.

X'Sharri wasn't that impressed by the male, even after he knocked out the gun-holding assaulter. To be bluntly honest, the male looked like one of those bargain basement superheroes to the alien. X'Sharri crossed his hands and looked the superhero with a defiant look in his eyes, the look of a rebel, really. Finally, however, the alien said, "Alien, I believe that is the word that you monkey spawn call anyone that is not from your planet."

Two long, thin black antennae poked out from the mass of blonde hair and twitched, catching onto every single little sound and smell that they could. The reason why he was so indifferent to revealing his identity as an alien was that X'Sharri thought he could simply just kill this human if he dared to open his mouth. As calmly as if he was just raising a hand, he let his left spider-leg out of his back, directing it with his mind to stab, and therefore pick up, the piece of black cloth that had been ripped from his back and return it to his hand.

The spider-leg went back into his back afterward, and X'Sharri squeezed the black cloth in annoyance over the fact that he'd lost another shirt today. This had been the third shirt that some earth scum had either ruined or forced him to ruin. He took another look at the "ruined" shirt that he was wearing and decided that he could sow it back together, plus it was still on his body so that was good.

[Dave]

"Sir," Dave snapped his heels together, and took off his hat, bowing at the waist, perhaps a little too mockingly. "My pleasure to make such an irregular acquaintance, though I can't say it's too irregular these days." As usual, Dave was using his aura to project friendliness and trustworthiness into the area around him, such was his way, he liked people. "Sorry to have ruined a fight for you, but, you can understand that I sensed great fear in the area, I assumed it was the person without the weapon but, I was wrong. Though, fear in criminals sometimes does prove more dangerous than bravery." There was the slightest, almost sickeningly minute southern drawl to his speech, like one of those refined businessmen in Westerns. He gently pulled the fedora back down on his head.

"I assume that since I am still alive you are reasonably well-intentioned on this planet. Also, I would say that, Alien is often used too much as a noun, I find it is simply and adjective. You are alien to me, and as we have just met, I am alien to you. Allow me to say that it is my honor to share words with an unintended ambassador such as yourself. That is, assuming you did not intend to come here. Few do, it seems." Dave laughed as he remembered the various published sources of information on extra-terrestrial heroes and villains alike that were made available. Dave seemed to have an unshakingly creepy and whimsical grin on his face at all times. This often put people off, outside their comfort zone, exactly where he liked them.

"As one who walks in two worlds, I should want to make you aware that you are not the only 'extra-terrestrial' in this conversation, though perhaps you more so in the literal sense."

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri resisted the temptation to empty his bowels at the man's politeness. He seemed too disgustingly polite, and that made his own distrustfullness arise. However, he got a feeling of friendliness from the man, an instinct that soon allowed him to respond to the man's comments. "Nice to meet you too, I guess," he responded lacklusterly, going over to the unconscious man and picking up his gun, throwing it into a trashcan nearby. As he moved, some of the holes in his back bled blue blood, a consequence of not tending to it as well as what he could do back on X'Shar.

However, X'Sharri was tending to it well enough on earth, and with a few exceptions of bleeding due to his endoskeleton he was perfectly fine. At the comment about the man's fear, he looked at the superhero and raised his left eyebrow, saying, "It's probably because I threatened to pop his head like a balloon if he shot me." X'Sharri couldn't place the man's small accent, although he'd remembered hearing it before at the movies. He kept his comments to himself about the politeness and the weird accent, giving out a cold laughter when the man talked about him being an unintended ambassador, "You got that right, person."

A sudden loathing towards the judges that had banished him here flourished, but was put down by X'Sharri's mind almost as quickly as it had flourished. He put back on his mask of being lackluster and unimpressed, saying at the man's next comment, "Yea, I guess I am more so. Name's X'Sharri what's your...nickname? Whatever you call yourself while your in that outfit." X'Sharri growled in embarrassment over forgetting another word in english, but just gave a quick sigh and then asked, "Also, what is this "aura" that you speak of?" He'd seen the word many times, but didn't know what it was.

[Dave]

"Well as for what I call myself, the answer is Dave." Dave chuckled, "But some choose to call me, Mister Radar. Probably for the gift I have during combat, I see what my opponent will do barely a second before it happens, not very useful, but effective as an early warning system." He frowned for just a second as he saw the blood, odd, but best stick to his own business. As for his second question, Dave considered the answer carefully. "There is an," he paused for the right word, "Flow, to life, an energy that all living things possess and carry with them. Ancient Earth philosophers in China called it 'Chi' as do I. Each individual has a unique aura, a field of this energy surrounding them. I can see Chi as it flows from living things to inanimate objects and to other living things, as such I can see auras. With this sight I can tell if a person is happy, sad, angry, surprised, I can tell if they're telling the truth or lying, general things like that. Now, Earthlings auras consist of "Earth" Chi, or energy originating from Earth. So, your aura is different in appearance to mine, as is the beloved Superman's and even some of this planet's 'mutants' who are so vastly different from regular humans, just as a dog's aura appears different than a cat's." He smiled, never got the chance to talk much about it.

"I hope that explains completely but, I am a relative novice to exploring the metaphysical world, I can no more explain Chi in its entirety than a tea leaf can explain the history of the East India Company, but that brief edification might help you understand."

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri blinked, listening to the conversation, picking up new words that interested him. He'd have to look up those concepts later, he thought to himself. X'Sharri's endoskeleton screeched slightly as he moved, sounding kind of like an android's movements. He'd have to oil his endoskeleton first, he decided seconds after hearing the subtle screech that made his antennae stick straight up for a moment.

"Yes, that is explanation enough of this "life force" that you speak of," he said, his English a bit weird due to the fact that he wasn't really concentrating on the language. To X'Sharri, it was obvious that this guy liked explaining about his powers and this "life force" that seemed to be similar to the power that was powering his endoskeleton. Other than that similarity, he didn't get the life force concept at all.

His race were about separating emotions from the body and integrating themselves fully with technology. The current leading population of X'Shar gave a statment about X'Sharri's race being "Technologically-savy barbarians", which he didn't like but had to agree too sometimes. X'Sharri's race, while they were dominating the planet in population, had had the bloodiest wars despite the fact that they were the most civilized, smart, and technology-savy race on the planet.

"Since I got to ask what this "life force" was, if you want to ask any questions I won't get annoyed...probably" he said, offering the chance for the other man to ask him any questions. X'Sharri assumed that the question would be about his back and why it had mechanized "holes" in it, or why his back was bleeding now pretty badly from the use of his spider-legs.

[Dave]

"Well, earlier I said that I assumed you are well-intentioned on this planet. Now, that may not be correct." His smile was still shining brightly on his face. "But you have to know, if you intend any ill-will on my home, well." He poured fear, despair, and aggression into his aura, sending it out to the stranger, still smiling. "I'm afraid I'll have to end you. I know it seems like an empty threat but, have no misgivings about me," his smile was still there, just as whimsical as it had been before. "I love my home, and I will stop at nothing to stop someone from harming it, human or otherwise." His aura returned to normal, happy and cheerful as ever, he extended a hand to his new friend.

"Otherwise, I think we'll get along famously. You like meat, friend? I could go for a good steak right about now, nothing better after kicking some villainous tail." He looked about, getting his bearings. He lifted a finger an pointed north-west. "There, fantastic steakhouse, I go there every time I'm in Loes Angeleees." He said, exaggerating the pronunciation of the words. He began walking in the direction he had pointed to. "You can join me as well, I'm afraid you'll need to keep the legs in your back, but they know me, and they're no stranger to me bringing in strange guests. Once challenged Solomon Grundy to a steak-eating contest, true story. Nice guy, Grundy, born on a monday you know."

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri could feel something, some rogue force making him feel emotions that he shouldn't be feeling no matter what. He looked at the male who was almost obviously pulling the strings of what was happening and grinned. X'Sharri's interest was piqued by this strange human, and the power that he possessed.

The fear slightly remained in his memory as the rogue force went away, and something else in it's place was brought in. X'Sharri couldn't help but give a dark chuckle at the human's threat if he even though about harming the planet. "Don't expect me to be helping little old ladies across the street or pulling those...cats...out of the trees, but I'm not interested in causing any mischief," he said after the rogue force was over, accepting the person's hand.

He added quietly to himself, "Besides, without this planet I'd probably be living on some prison asteroid or something like that." X'Sharri raised his eyebrow at the man's liking for meat, he'd never tried it before- taking the safe route with vegetables. However, it'd be a good experience to see more about the monkey spawn and what foods he could eat. "I will, of course," he responded to the subtle suggestion about not using his spider legs.

He rarely did, except in fighting or when he was was working on technology-related matters. "How do you know he was born on a Monday? Is it common for humans to exchange that kind of information?" X'Sharri asked, curiosity peaked by this Solomon Grundy character and his Monday birthday information.

[Dave]

Dave rolled back his head and laughed as he walked down the sidewalk. He walked in silence for a few moments then spoke.

"Solomon Grundy is what most would call a villain. I don't think as much, he's a monster who has never been told otherwise, and does evil simply because he feels he must. I don't think Solomon Grundy is even his real name. I always felt sorry, every time someone kills him he comes back somehow, different than before, and is fated to die once again at the hands of one of the members of those insufferable Justice Leaguers. An hypocrisy. Anyways, the name Solomon Grundy is from a poem, goes something like this:

Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
That was the end of
Solomon Grundy"

Dave recited the poem from memory. He was nothing if not appreciative of the finer arts, notably among them, poetry. "The poem is about the seven stages of mankind. Sad, melancholy, depresses the hell out of me, but I like it, says a lot about who we are and where we're going which is, in the end, death." Dave thought briefly of explaining that no one really died in his experience, but thought it better left alone. "Anyways, Grundy was manipulated and used, I think against his will. In the end, it seems, that Solomon Grundy was more human in a way than the heroes who defeated him." Dave noticed his aura had a somber edge to it now, he adjusted it and forced himself to be cheery again. "No matter, it is not common for humans to share that information. It was a joke, I suppose I should have known that you would not get it. Sorry."

[X'Sharri]

"So those are the stages of life on this planet?" X'Sharri said, noting in his head about how much human life-cycles were different on this planet than others. He blinked, slightly identifying with this Grundy character, having been used by others in the past himself. X'Sharri felt like he wanted to meet this Grundy character, but didn't voice that opinion- preferring to keep his wants to himself most of the time. The one exception was when people were annoying him, which was a lot now a days it seemed.

"So death's the end of your species? No afterlife...nothing?" X'Sharri asked out loud, giving a small little whistle and looking at Dave. He smirked, giving a rare, full smile as he commented with a shrug of his shoulders, "Lucky species." X'Sharri gave a cute little yawn, not being able to make it sound a bit less cute. His blonde hair bounced up and down very slightly as he walked, but his antennae were twitching, which annoyed him greatly. So much so that he actually let out a small growl of annoyance over it. He hated when they twitched, but couldn't help it. After a bit of frenzied twitching, X'Sharri finally pushed them down with his left hand, mumbling a "Sorry" to Dave under his breath. Immediately, the antennae gave up their twitching and just hung in the air, limper and unmoving except for the occasional bump or twitch.

"They do that sometimes, way too many smells and sounds make them do that," X'Sharri briefly explained, not wanting the Superhero to think that he was the one controlling the wild twitching. He kind of wished that he'd gone through training to control his antennae like his military partners, but he'd always thought it wasn't needed. Now, X'Sharri was stuck on earth with overly-twitching antennae regretting his decision. "Lanu-he restaurant je the Xu?" he asked quickly, wanting to change the topic. X'Sharri wasn't concentrating on his english, which came up as a garbled half-english half Sharoan spoken sentence. Giving a cough, he said swiftly afterwards, "'Where's the meatplace?' I mean."

[Dave]

"Not literally, but metaphorically yes." Dave said in response to X'Sharri's question about life stages. Dave felt something odd for a moment. He smelled something in the air. "Hurm." He said quietly. X'Sharri's question about afterlife brought him out of it. "Well no one knows for sure whether or not there's an afterlife until they're dead and then they can't tell the rest of us about it so, maybe there is, maybe there isn't. I find it helpful not to think about the future, what's now is now, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Best to enjoy it while we can, never know when something might go...wrong." There it is again he thought to himself, What is that?.

They rounded the corner and as X'Sharri asked about the steakhouse, Dave raised his hand and pointed to it, just a little ways away. Dave barely noticed the antennae incident, he was preoccupied. What is that? he thought again. He looked around, on his face he carried an expression of perplexed interest. Still smelling the odd scent, more in his mind than in his actual nose, he opened the door to the steakhouse.

A man in a ski mask with a gun raised it at dave perhaps a foot away. There was another man emptying out the register. Dave sighed. He reached out with his left arm, wincing in pain from the graze wound he had just received in an alley at most, fifteen minutes ago. Dave pulled the man by the wrist directly into his right fist. Dave took the gun and raised it at the man behind the counter. Grimacing, Dave gestured with the gun to the exit. The man dropped The cash and bolted. An old man behind the counter looked up.

"Oh, hello again Mister Radar, sir. That a friend of Mikaal's you've got there?" Dave shook his head.

"No, not that I know of anyways. Hey, table, any open tonight?"

"Yeah, few in the back, non-smoking section." Dave smiled.

"Well that'll do just fine for me, friend." Dave made his way back and sat at the table, taking a look at the menu as their waitress brought two over.

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri listened, giving an evil laugh when Dave finished about the fact that no one knew if there was an afterlife or not. "Anything could go wrong at any time. Who knows? We might get smashed by a piano any second from now, or something a long those lines," he replied his neutral face allowing only a small bit of a smile to leak through. X'Sharri watched the human's face, curious as to why it was having that strange expression. He wanted to ask why the human seemed so interested in something, but just ignored it- forcing his head to look straight ahead as to hopefully not draw ideas about him being curious about a simple monkey spawn.

X'Sharri walked in after the human, noticing what looked like a robbery. He was going to do something about it, nearing to pulling out his spider legs when Dave took care of it. X'Sharri felt cheated, kind of, although he was glad he didn't have to force his spider legs out again. He had just managed to get his back to stop bleeding by the time that they'd arrived there. X'Sharri watched as the old man talked with Dave, picking up a person's name- Mikaal. He thought he'd heard the name somewhere before, but couldn't remember right now. X'Sharri sat down at the table, opposite of Dave.

"Who's this Mikaal person?" he asked, picking up the menu when the waitress brought it over and looking through the contents. X'Sharri was interested in the lower-priced part of the menu, and also was looking at the lower-priced alcoholic beverages. He had a high tolerance to alcohol, so why not order one or two, X'Sharri thought to himself with a smirk.

[Dave]

"Mikaal is..." Dave smiled wider for a moment. "Mikaal is interesting to say the least. A retired cape." He paused, aware that X'Sharri might not be aware of the vernacular. "Cape meaning, a superhero, although, he didn't have one. A cape I mean." Dave continued looking over the menu though he already knew what he wanted. "He's an offworlder as well. Has blue skin, the man at the counter probably assumed you two were related, can't blame him, I don't think he has much experience in xenobiology." The waitress approached.

"Can I get you boys something to drink?" She sounded like she was from Kansas, maybe Oklahoma or one of those places. Get to a certain point and all the accents start to sound similar. Dave nodded.

"Yeah, just some water for me thanks. And you wouldn't happen to have any neosporin would you?" He said, pulling the torn piece of t-shirt down to look at the bullet graze wound on his left shoulder. He removed his jacket and hat, folding the jacket and placing both items in the seat next to him. After the waitress had spoken to X'Sharri and left, Dave spoke. "You know," he said, "The real crime is the tear in the jacket, I really liked that one." Dave looked almost normal, black t-shirt, jeans, high-tops. If it weren't for the mask and the dried blood on his arm, he could have gone completely unnoticed.

[X'Sharri]

"Probably, not many humans, know that much about alien lifeforms in general, correct?" X'Sharri asked, but already knew the answer if the man that had confused him for this Mikaal character was like any other human. He thought about why the judges had exiled him to earth all those many years ago, and figured it had to do with all of the alien superheros on the planet.

Surely that many alien superheros could keep track of one exiled former intergalatic criminal? He couldn't suppress a small giggle that came out of his mouth, but was able to suppress it and cover it up with a small cough. He watched as the waitress came up and asked the earth...person what to drink, and he couldn't help but look out the window while the man ordered water and asked for neosporin. X'Sharri noticed out of the corner of his eye that it wasn't that bad of a wound, he'd suffered worse injuries in his own home. Then again, his home was pretty dangerous for a former human drinking place, especially because of the blatant disregard for building codes.

X'Sharri was brought out of his day dreams by the woman's hand on his arm, to which he just looked down at the menu and pointed to the cheapest beer on the menu. He couldn't pronounce it, despite his many years of being on Earth and learning most of the complicated words that made his life difficult. After the woman left and the man spoke, X'Sharri put both of his elbows on the table, looking at the man with one of the infamous "one eye up, with a frown" looks that showed confusion.

"At least your entire arm wasn't taken off," he said, very, very bluntly. X'Sharri kind of envied this man's ability to blend in without a few articles of clothing and the dry blood. He could never fit in, no matter what he did- not even on his home planet could he fit in that well. "Forget I said that,actually, at least it isn't bleeding really badly," he added a few moments later, recounting the memory of what happened to his left arm once. X'Sharri visibly winced at the memory, instinctively moving his right hand over his left hand. That spaceship accident hadn't been very pretty.