"You better not. They're cracking down on dresscode violations. Edwards got dinged for graffiti on his helmet the other day." The guard signaled for his two compatriots to get back on course for their patrol, then stopped suddenly, as if listening to some niggling instinct, turning to look back at Kon. "You know, your voice sounds an awful lot like his."
"Uh, 'his'?" Kon said, instinctually speaking in a deeper voice, like a teenager being called on a fake ID, not realizing that making his voice deeper was only going to add to the problem. "Whose?"
"The Big Guy's. The bossman's. Uncanny, really. Best impression I've ever heard and you're not even trying."
"Oh, I get that a lot," said Kon. "I'm six foot. I got them booming, manful dulcet tones you get when you're big as me." He shrugged. "Back on my high school football team my nickname was 'Man of Steel' and everything. Part of why I signed up for this gig is I always looked up to him."
Fuuuu -
It hadn't occurred to him to really change his voice like Dick had. He didn't have to worry about anyone recognizing Superboy's voice when he was younger and wasn't that big a deal in this world - or in many worlds, really. But of course they'd recognize Superman's voice when he was on the TV giving booming speeches as he ascended to world dictatorship. And if this Superman was younger and he was older...
It hadn't occurred to him that he'd gotten that old, changed so much to be like the Big Guy, and it was a very recognizable voice to most people that heard it.
So right now this guard probably didn't know what to do with the fact that a random Stormtrooper, slightly off course from his patrol, sounded like his fearless leader and the guy setting himself up as ruler of the world. It was like the setup of some kinda zany Charlie Chaplin film. Even if he couldn't figure out what it meant he was clearly registering that, bare minimum, it was weird.
"What position did you play?" the guard asked.
"Defensive tackle," Kon said, mentally thanking the students of Smallville high school for never shutting up about football so he knew enough to bluff. "Notched 62 tackles my senior year. Why?"
"Nothing, it's just -" The man suddenly had a bout of inspiration as he realized that he didn't have to figure out exactly what was going on so much as just figuring out something was wrong. And all he had to do to do it was to ask one question: "Who's your commanding officer, by the way?"
He held up a hand before Kon could answer. "And I want all three of you to answer when I count down from five. At the same time."
Busted.
"Captain Hit Him," Kon said before the guard started counting.
"Oh, I know Hitham -" one of the guards behind the Smart Guard interjected but he wasn't going to be allowed to finish.
interjecting an npc tag, then the invisible peeps can go
"Uh, 'his'?" Kon said, instinctually speaking in a deeper voice, like a teenager being called on a fake ID, not realizing that making his voice deeper was only going to add to the problem. "Whose?"
"The Big Guy's. The bossman's. Uncanny, really. Best impression I've ever heard and you're not even trying."
"Oh, I get that a lot," said Kon. "I'm six foot. I got them booming, manful dulcet tones you get when you're big as me." He shrugged. "Back on my high school football team my nickname was 'Man of Steel' and everything. Part of why I signed up for this gig is I always looked up to him."
Fuuuu -
It hadn't occurred to him to really change his voice like Dick had. He didn't have to worry about anyone recognizing Superboy's voice when he was younger and wasn't that big a deal in this world - or in many worlds, really. But of course they'd recognize Superman's voice when he was on the TV giving booming speeches as he ascended to world dictatorship. And if this Superman was younger and he was older...
It hadn't occurred to him that he'd gotten that old, changed so much to be like the Big Guy, and it was a very recognizable voice to most people that heard it.
So right now this guard probably didn't know what to do with the fact that a random Stormtrooper, slightly off course from his patrol, sounded like his fearless leader and the guy setting himself up as ruler of the world. It was like the setup of some kinda zany Charlie Chaplin film. Even if he couldn't figure out what it meant he was clearly registering that, bare minimum, it was weird.
"What position did you play?" the guard asked.
"Defensive tackle," Kon said, mentally thanking the students of Smallville high school for never shutting up about football so he knew enough to bluff. "Notched 62 tackles my senior year. Why?"
"Nothing, it's just -" The man suddenly had a bout of inspiration as he realized that he didn't have to figure out exactly what was going on so much as just figuring out something was wrong. And all he had to do to do it was to ask one question: "Who's your commanding officer, by the way?"
He held up a hand before Kon could answer. "And I want all three of you to answer when I count down from five. At the same time."
Busted.
"Captain Hit Him," Kon said before the guard started counting.
"Oh, I know Hitham -" one of the guards behind the Smart Guard interjected but he wasn't going to be allowed to finish.