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hackthis_archiveA (Really Brief) Introduction to Warrior Angel, courtesy of Metro-Verse Comics (TM)
This is Callum ‘Cal’ King. He wears a lot of purple, and has his own trading card under the name Warrior Angel. You might have heard of him. Some people like to say he’s a hero. He would say they’re all nuts and would then commander their illegal supply of Purple Sea Pods. Sometimes Cal is a big party pooper, but it’s part of his job: he ports out of Earth One, and works under the Mandate of the Zeta Federation as a Defender of the Peace for the Guardian Realm.
This a fancy way of saying Cal’s a cop.
It doesn’t matter what universe you’re in there’s always gotta be law enforcement.
This is Cal's best friend, Sean Devlin. Sean and Cal grew up together on Earth One and ported to school together on Mars for several years. After graduation Sean was recruited to go work in the Hattery as an ambassador for the Aesthetics, but a last minute change of heart, perhaps down to Cal, led him to say no.
Subsequently, Cal and Sean applied for further schooling by the Zeta Federation, as opposed to the Gamma Federation, which is run by The Puritans. Long story. Maybe later.
Point being Sean and Cal attended and graduated from the Zeta Academy of Ancient Rome, Caeser version – as opposed to Ancient Persia, the Alexander Version or Ancient Mongolia, the Khan Version. Their schooling prepared them for pretty much everything, including, but not limited to: dealings with Heflalumps, Rednecks, and all inhabitants of the Fifteenth Dimension, also known as New York City.
After graduation they were lucky enough – or in the case of Cal who called in favors of the sexual variety – to ensure that they were partnered together by the Guardian Realm until, well, Issue 66.
But that’s not important.
Well, it is, but not right now, and it’s not what this is about.
1.
Cal didn’t like gravity boots. He didn’t trust gravity boots.
He certainly didn’t like testing them out while hanging upside down over a contained unit of flesh-eating, shrieking mermaids. There was something seriously wrong with anything that beautiful being that deadly. And that loud. He was obviously going to have to reassess—
“Could you think a little quieter up there?” Sean hissed, readjusting his grip on Cal’s fingers, which were sadly beginning to sweat. Why didn’t Evil Overlords think of things like temperature regulators when they were building booby-trapped underground strongholds?
“Because they’re not built for police convenience,” Sean snapped. Apparently falling down a trapdoor made him cranky, and telepathic. “You’re thinking out loud again, dumbass.”
“Explain to me how we ended up here again?” Cal said, the arms in his muscles beginning to complain. He wasn’t strong enough to pull Sean up, and if he let go at all to signal for help, Sean would most certainly not be in any condition to go to the club tomorrow night. It was open-mike night at The Molotov, and Sean only got to play once a month.
“How was I supposed to know there was a trap door?” Sean’s eyes were huge and his expression defiant as though they were disagreeing about whose turn it was to power up the bed cleaner again.
“Thinking, Sean. Try it some time.” There was a lot of blood rushing to Cal’s head. Or that could have just been his nose. He was going to kill Sean later. As long as they lived to see later. He would hate to have to explain to The Captain why he now had three transparent specters in his department, although at least Terry would have company now.
“I was trying to get the bad guy, Cal.”
“You’re always trying to get the bad guy, Sean.”
““If you’re trying to imply that my technique is lacking—“ Sean was cut off by the sound of a female, non-shrieking voice calling his name.
“…lin? Devlin! Captain, I don’t know where that boy is…” Pepper’s voice faded out over the shrieking of the mermaids.
“It would be wrong to call for help, wouldn’t it?” Cal said, desperately trying to keep hold of Sean’s sleeve. He felt rather than heard one of the gravity boots come unstuck, and swallowed dryly.
“I’ve always had a slippery grasp of right and wrong,” Sean admitted before shouting at the top of his lungs.
2.
The amusement was evident. So was the abject horror.
“I don’t believe you’re seriously going out like that,” Sean said, zipping up the electric blue crayo-teflon suit that had been a gift several S.O.’s ago.
“Not everyone feels the need to look like a giant landing light.” Cal smoothed the front of his outfit before attempting to turn and check out his own ass. That was the last place he needed fabric wrinkles, and besides not everyone looked good in bright blue. Cal understood that, and that was why he had chosen a different color that wouldn’t jump out so much. Subtle is what it was, and if he was going to be on stage with Sean, for free no less, he wasn't going too draw extra atention to himself.
“It’s the color, isn’t it?” Cal finally conceded, facing Sean dejectedly. He stood warily while Sean circled him critically until he began to grow dizzy with the stares and something suspiciously like a leer. Finally, Cal reached out and grabbed Sean by the wrist. “Enough, moving Devlin.”
“On a last name basis now? Really, Cal, I’m touched. Actually, I was thinking more the material, I didn’t even know they made spandex anymore.”
“It’s a privilege, not a right,” Cal parroted, thinking that Angelina Jolie v 10.2 was still as hot as the orignal.
“I can’t believe you’re quoting a movie from the 20th Century,” Sean scoffed. “That’s so three centuries ago.”
“That’s also extremely gay,” Cal retorted the age-old quip lacking millage in light of certain developments.
“This from the man in the lilac colored unitard?”
-fin-
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosenho for major love! Yay Hope!
This is Callum ‘Cal’ King. He wears a lot of purple, and has his own trading card under the name Warrior Angel. You might have heard of him. Some people like to say he’s a hero. He would say they’re all nuts and would then commander their illegal supply of Purple Sea Pods. Sometimes Cal is a big party pooper, but it’s part of his job: he ports out of Earth One, and works under the Mandate of the Zeta Federation as a Defender of the Peace for the Guardian Realm.
This a fancy way of saying Cal’s a cop.
It doesn’t matter what universe you’re in there’s always gotta be law enforcement.
This is Cal's best friend, Sean Devlin. Sean and Cal grew up together on Earth One and ported to school together on Mars for several years. After graduation Sean was recruited to go work in the Hattery as an ambassador for the Aesthetics, but a last minute change of heart, perhaps down to Cal, led him to say no.
Subsequently, Cal and Sean applied for further schooling by the Zeta Federation, as opposed to the Gamma Federation, which is run by The Puritans. Long story. Maybe later.
Point being Sean and Cal attended and graduated from the Zeta Academy of Ancient Rome, Caeser version – as opposed to Ancient Persia, the Alexander Version or Ancient Mongolia, the Khan Version. Their schooling prepared them for pretty much everything, including, but not limited to: dealings with Heflalumps, Rednecks, and all inhabitants of the Fifteenth Dimension, also known as New York City.
After graduation they were lucky enough – or in the case of Cal who called in favors of the sexual variety – to ensure that they were partnered together by the Guardian Realm until, well, Issue 66.
But that’s not important.
Well, it is, but not right now, and it’s not what this is about.
1.
Cal didn’t like gravity boots. He didn’t trust gravity boots.
He certainly didn’t like testing them out while hanging upside down over a contained unit of flesh-eating, shrieking mermaids. There was something seriously wrong with anything that beautiful being that deadly. And that loud. He was obviously going to have to reassess—
“Could you think a little quieter up there?” Sean hissed, readjusting his grip on Cal’s fingers, which were sadly beginning to sweat. Why didn’t Evil Overlords think of things like temperature regulators when they were building booby-trapped underground strongholds?
“Because they’re not built for police convenience,” Sean snapped. Apparently falling down a trapdoor made him cranky, and telepathic. “You’re thinking out loud again, dumbass.”
“Explain to me how we ended up here again?” Cal said, the arms in his muscles beginning to complain. He wasn’t strong enough to pull Sean up, and if he let go at all to signal for help, Sean would most certainly not be in any condition to go to the club tomorrow night. It was open-mike night at The Molotov, and Sean only got to play once a month.
“How was I supposed to know there was a trap door?” Sean’s eyes were huge and his expression defiant as though they were disagreeing about whose turn it was to power up the bed cleaner again.
“Thinking, Sean. Try it some time.” There was a lot of blood rushing to Cal’s head. Or that could have just been his nose. He was going to kill Sean later. As long as they lived to see later. He would hate to have to explain to The Captain why he now had three transparent specters in his department, although at least Terry would have company now.
“I was trying to get the bad guy, Cal.”
“You’re always trying to get the bad guy, Sean.”
““If you’re trying to imply that my technique is lacking—“ Sean was cut off by the sound of a female, non-shrieking voice calling his name.
“…lin? Devlin! Captain, I don’t know where that boy is…” Pepper’s voice faded out over the shrieking of the mermaids.
“It would be wrong to call for help, wouldn’t it?” Cal said, desperately trying to keep hold of Sean’s sleeve. He felt rather than heard one of the gravity boots come unstuck, and swallowed dryly.
“I’ve always had a slippery grasp of right and wrong,” Sean admitted before shouting at the top of his lungs.
2.
The amusement was evident. So was the abject horror.
“I don’t believe you’re seriously going out like that,” Sean said, zipping up the electric blue crayo-teflon suit that had been a gift several S.O.’s ago.
“Not everyone feels the need to look like a giant landing light.” Cal smoothed the front of his outfit before attempting to turn and check out his own ass. That was the last place he needed fabric wrinkles, and besides not everyone looked good in bright blue. Cal understood that, and that was why he had chosen a different color that wouldn’t jump out so much. Subtle is what it was, and if he was going to be on stage with Sean, for free no less, he wasn't going too draw extra atention to himself.
“It’s the color, isn’t it?” Cal finally conceded, facing Sean dejectedly. He stood warily while Sean circled him critically until he began to grow dizzy with the stares and something suspiciously like a leer. Finally, Cal reached out and grabbed Sean by the wrist. “Enough, moving Devlin.”
“On a last name basis now? Really, Cal, I’m touched. Actually, I was thinking more the material, I didn’t even know they made spandex anymore.”
“It’s a privilege, not a right,” Cal parroted, thinking that Angelina Jolie v 10.2 was still as hot as the orignal.
“I can’t believe you’re quoting a movie from the 20th Century,” Sean scoffed. “That’s so three centuries ago.”
“That’s also extremely gay,” Cal retorted the age-old quip lacking millage in light of certain developments.
“This from the man in the lilac colored unitard?”
-fin-
Dedicated to
rosenho for major love! Yay Hope!
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Date: 2003-04-24 04:17 pm (UTC)This so needs its own website.
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Date: 2003-04-25 10:43 am (UTC)This so needs its own website.
Ian. I forgot about Ian, OMG. Congratulations you have sucessfully cast Sean's replacement, the loyal WA sidekick, Hector the Brave.
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Date: 2003-04-25 12:39 pm (UTC)And I'm oh-so-sure that Sean's going to *hate* him.
Look at you, making me giddy over your comic stories!
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Date: 2003-04-24 04:22 pm (UTC)You are the greatest. *bows*
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Date: 2003-04-25 10:44 am (UTC)You are the greatest. *bows*
I'm so excited about this, that it's almost worrisome.
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Date: 2003-04-24 04:39 pm (UTC)I think I could really get to love these guys.
Can't wait to see more.
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Date: 2003-04-25 10:45 am (UTC)I think I could really get to love these guys.
Can't wait to see more.
*grins stupidly* You do my comic book geekiness so proud. I'm all verklempt and the muses are shrieking amongst themselves happily. Thank you!
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Date: 2003-04-24 10:32 pm (UTC)I assume you know that. It was just strange.