h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

This is the City. A huge urban jungle full of everything you could imagine. With it's tall skyscrapers and dark back alleys it is the perfect place for any Superhero to patrol, or for any Villian to threaten...

*Chaos stalks the dark streets, looking up at the cloudy disposition of the sky and thinking how nicely formed the pathetic fallacy is as he starts to plot a sinister plan and, just then, rain begins to fall*

*Crimson Lady goes out on a supply run, seeing as all the at HQ seems to be dissapearing. She decides to take the scenic route, just in case*

*ever watchful, Spectre partols the streets and alleyways looking for disturbances. Not wanting to alarm the citizens he blends into the background whilst all the time keeping a keen eye on the hustle and bustle going on all around him*

*Not wanting to cause a stir, the Changeling appears as a typical urbanite, umbrella in hand*

Looks like rain...

*Chaos stalks through the city, looking for Tar and Feathers Boy and any other victim in his absence*

Rain...normally signifies something bad about to happen, wouldn't you say so typical urbanite with umbrella in hand?

*flips up umbrella* mayhaps. but I think more along the lines that things are going to get a bit wet. Do I know you tall, blonde threatening person?

No, but then again I don't think you'd really want to know me. *nods over to the large gauntlet* Incidentally its more of a silvery-white hue than blonde

[Whoops, looks like I should change my profile]

ooo. very pretty. who's your stylist? I go to a nice girl on the west side. old family friend. anyway, nice chatting, I have pizza to eat and a bus to catch. unless of course you want to menace me a little more with your large silver fist? but it is getting late and my shoes are leaking.

*a pair of eyes appear in the shadows, seemingly unsupported, but their owner seems to be more interested in watching the scene before him that in intervening in it.*

*A figure in a cowboy hat, brown leather jacket and crimson red costume watches from across the road*

hmm, nice fedora

Why thank you

*tips hat*

*alters shape into a big waving hand*

*alters shape to his normal form, draws his jacket about him and wanders off down the street, swinging his umbrella and whistling a strangely familiar tune*

...and dancing in the rain...

*resons that this guy is probably going to be beaten up by someone for whistling such an un-original song and decides to follow him.*

*the figure in the shadows walks on after the rain dancer. despite the unusual costume he is wearing no one seems to ba taking a second notice of him.*

*spotting his quarry in the crowd he wipes the rain from his visor and hurries on*

*throws his gauntlet into the ground, cracking the cement underneath the strange, whimsically whistling ninny and in the local area. A car crashes into some upturned cement, an alarm goes off. Chaos laughs*

*the figure tailing the whistling ninny suddenly becomes noticeable.*

Ah, Prof. Chaos. I was wondering when i would run into you.

Spectre *chuckles* still stalking people in the shadows I see; the police wouldn't abide by that if they knew. Now if you'll excuse me, I hear the sound of placidity and Chaos should be nearer.

*floats down from the shockwave under his brolly*

Ninny? My, what an archaic term. Shall I call you a buffoon sir?

*looks over at the Spectre*

Oh, hello.

*runs a hand through his hair and glances at the gauntletted man*

I feel this may be a bit of a bruhaha. Perhaps I might slip into something more comfortable?