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ya_assemble2015-03-02 05:55 pm
trickonometry) wrote in ya_assemble2015-03-02 05:55 pm
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[AI] The Nerd Boys and the Meta Dance Club Mystery
Amadeus has been out of the game far too long. Supporting the Defenders, charities, and sometimes even the T-bolts with so much moolah, your hand might cramp writing all the zeroes. Hacking police databases, keeping them in check. Keeping an eye on the world in general. His usual shtick. He'd made contacts, played nice, and dammit he was good at it. With a moniker like Mastermind Excello, he's gotta be a good DM.
Everything's set up to go on basically forever, financially. The charitable foundation he set up and named after his parents won't run dry for decades, at the rate he's going. He's got Hebe, notable staff, and a bunch of other helpful people he can never remember the names of to continue whetting lips and rubbing elbows. Anything he could do now to help with the finances would be busy work. Not much of a challenge. And if Cho hates anything, it's being bored.
Now he's itching to get back into the hero game. And luckily, one of the spiders he set up to scan and gather superdude-related news has picked up a good one. Metahumans have been disappearing left and right. The good guys have been losing new recruits, possible recruits, and just unknown super kids. It just reeks of dastardly plans.
And after triangulating the locations of last sightings of the missing metas, plotting all that data, and eating way too much pizza . . . it all leads to a dance club downtown. All that's left is to find out why. And who else to bring along to an undercover operation with way too many unknown variables but the guy with a weapon attached to his spine that lets him do almost anything?
Which is why Jaime Reyes and Amadeus Cho, master nerdlords, are sneaking into said cool dance club, dressed to (hopefully) impress. Cho's looking sharp, slightly casual, and very yellow, green, and black. Totally awesome. The Internet says so, and we all know everything on the Internet is true.
Okay, so walking through the front door is not exactly sneaking. Cho made Jaime a fake ID (freeze-drying it to speed up the process), and Cho's had one for, like, ever. Several, in fact. All with different names and references to terrible movies. (He'll be Andy Dufresne for the evening, thank you. Jaime may or may not be Tommy Williams.) But believe you he, the 007 theme is currently playing in his head on repeat. Which will get annoying in approximately--yeah, never.
Once they're in, Cho gives the place a cursory glance. Soft purple and blue lights are so everywhere and crisscrossing so often, the club looks like a trendy bruise. Let's see--a bar and plenty of room to dance, check. A few curtained-off arches in the back that lead to who knows where, double check. Some booths inlaid in the wall (with respective red curtains for ~privacy~)--how Law and Order: SVU are they going for here?--and an upraised seating area for the VIPs who are allergic to pretentious red curtains. There are surprisingly a lot of them.
Amadeus turns to Jaime with a smile. "Alright, ready to get our groove on? 'Cause I gotta say, I'm already supes jelly of those curtains."
Everything's set up to go on basically forever, financially. The charitable foundation he set up and named after his parents won't run dry for decades, at the rate he's going. He's got Hebe, notable staff, and a bunch of other helpful people he can never remember the names of to continue whetting lips and rubbing elbows. Anything he could do now to help with the finances would be busy work. Not much of a challenge. And if Cho hates anything, it's being bored.
Now he's itching to get back into the hero game. And luckily, one of the spiders he set up to scan and gather superdude-related news has picked up a good one. Metahumans have been disappearing left and right. The good guys have been losing new recruits, possible recruits, and just unknown super kids. It just reeks of dastardly plans.
And after triangulating the locations of last sightings of the missing metas, plotting all that data, and eating way too much pizza . . . it all leads to a dance club downtown. All that's left is to find out why. And who else to bring along to an undercover operation with way too many unknown variables but the guy with a weapon attached to his spine that lets him do almost anything?
Which is why Jaime Reyes and Amadeus Cho, master nerdlords, are sneaking into said cool dance club, dressed to (hopefully) impress. Cho's looking sharp, slightly casual, and very yellow, green, and black. Totally awesome. The Internet says so, and we all know everything on the Internet is true.
Okay, so walking through the front door is not exactly sneaking. Cho made Jaime a fake ID (freeze-drying it to speed up the process), and Cho's had one for, like, ever. Several, in fact. All with different names and references to terrible movies. (He'll be Andy Dufresne for the evening, thank you. Jaime may or may not be Tommy Williams.) But believe you he, the 007 theme is currently playing in his head on repeat. Which will get annoying in approximately--yeah, never.
Once they're in, Cho gives the place a cursory glance. Soft purple and blue lights are so everywhere and crisscrossing so often, the club looks like a trendy bruise. Let's see--a bar and plenty of room to dance, check. A few curtained-off arches in the back that lead to who knows where, double check. Some booths inlaid in the wall (with respective red curtains for ~privacy~)--how Law and Order: SVU are they going for here?--and an upraised seating area for the VIPs who are allergic to pretentious red curtains. There are surprisingly a lot of them.
Amadeus turns to Jaime with a smile. "Alright, ready to get our groove on? 'Cause I gotta say, I'm already supes jelly of those curtains."
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"You could have chosen like Wiccan or Kate or somebody that is not me for this..." he was muttering. "I am nowhere near cool enough for this place. Don't get me wrong, I'm cool, but I'm cool in a 'oh hey, you're way too cool to be hanging at this science fair' cool, not 'fit in in a Kesha song' cool."
He knew why he'd been chosen. It was the same reason he was always chosen for missions he felt like a total awkward beetle in: the suit. It was all 'Beetle, we need you here to scan the thing' and 'Beetle, we'll need your lasers to pwew pwew at the thing' and 'Beetle, we need you to do that energy thing the scarab does where it messes with magnetic energy fields and makes that weird woop woop noise.'
Scanners were useful in a situation like that that might require tracking missing people.
But having appropriate powers for the job wasn't the same as being good at the other parts of the job, like not looking out of place as he stood there in his trendy clothes that he would've never worn in his free time in a million years.
"I am like radiating nerd right now." He glanced at Cho. "You. You are also radiating nerd. So much nerd. The scarab has a nerd detector and he says you're registering at 5400 kilo-Urkels."
He liked Cho, really he did, but the guy had this tendency to swagger around like he knew he was absolutely the smartest guy in the room, much like Tony did. It was just in the way he carried himself and talked and, you know. existed. That wasn't really some horrible crime when people like Cho and Tony really were often the smartest people in the room but Jaime had a thing about humility. So whenever he was around people like that, his sarcasm tended to be a mostly-gentle heat-seeking missile looking to cut them off at the knees and knock them down a peg or four.
He couldn't help it. After years of busting on Paco when he said cocky things, it was almost reflex.
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Amadeus didn't bother to come up with some bullshit reason for not bringing Billy, or anyone else for that matter. He knew that Jaime knew why he was here. He wasn't an idiot. Cho wouldn't have been so quick to choose him if he was.
Apparently, he was a snarker, though. Which Cho was just fine with. Snark was practically he and Herc's first language. And bringing the banter before they save a whole bunch of superdudes? Yeah, he definitely liked Jaime.
"Dude, just saying kilo-Urkels earns you like, 6200 kilo-Urkels. At least." Cho raised a brow at Jaime, then resumed puffing out his chest and straightening his collar like a penguin strutting around that thinks he's hot shit. In a room full of majestic bald eagles. "But don't worry man, I'll carry you through this with my super ultra high cool levels. Which are through the roof."
Yeah, Jaime didn't help at all with the Smug. If anything, it increased. It's like fanning a fire.
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"You just said kilo-Urkels, too, while in the process of pointing out that it loses you cool points, so that's like negative one billion in coolness now. Kilo-Urkels to infinity. You're like Hoppy the Marvel Bunny levels of cool; there's no coming back from that."
He started scanning the room, alert and focused even as he bantered, watching the little blue letters that made the world stream across his vision. He'd long since learned scarab-speak and now the scarab didn't even have to explain what some of the readings meant anymore.
"In any case, I am glad I could help you by being nondescript and forgettable." A pause. "And also by having lasers."
He was pinging a few people now.
"Got a few people pinging our sensors. Definitely some metas in the crowd. A few with physical differences but the ones with more firepower are probably who we want to keep an eye on. That's who they've been kidnapping so far."