I'll give him a PIZZA MY MIND ROFLMHOOMGLOLOLOLOL

[yesterdays_hero]

WHO: Captain Hammer, OPEN!
WHAT: Hammer's organized a little meet 'n greet over pizza, his treat. What a nice superhero!
WHEN: November 27, 2013 - 7:00 p.m.
WHERE: Geraldi's Pizzeria - Genessia City
NOTES: Both prose and [action] tags are fine! There's also no pose order. GO NUTS. Don't forget to add your tag!


There's something very inviting about a pizza parlor. The combination of spices never fails to set a man's stomach to grumbling, and Captain Hammer is no exception. He's arrived twenty minutes early to put down an order for three extra large pies, figuring that would probably be enough to feed the ones who responded to his proposition. And if more arrive, they'll just order a few more pizzas.

He figured this was a good way for the people stuck in this weird little dump to know who they could befriend (each other) and who they could rely on to punch villains in the face (and that would be him).

The pizzas were set out on a long, high table ringed by barstools. There were plates, napkins, forks for the weak, a basket of breadsticks, a pitcher of root beer on one end, and a pitcher of real beer on the other. Hammer himself was perched on one of the barstools, enjoying a slice of pizza heaped with pepperoni and olives. One boot rested on the floor, the other was hooked on the lowermost rung of his barstool.

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[yesterdays_hero]

So she made good on her promise! Such was the power of free food; it was pretty clear Blake wasn't here to make friends and influence people.

Try that book next.

"Aren't you worried you might get pizza grease on the pages?" Captain Hammer asked, pouring himself a glass of beer before easing another slice of pizza onto his plate.

[descendsfromshadow]

Free food and the chance to get a feel for the other people she was going to be stuck sharing this city with. She knew her team and Jaune well enough, but everyone else was an unknown, and although Blake wasn't exactly engaging, she was paying closer attention than might have been apparent.

Take this Hammer guy for instance.

"Not really." As if to prove her point, she picked up her slice of pizza and took another small bite before setting it down and carefully wiped any such grease off of her fingers on a napkin beside the plate and turning the next page. She glanced over the top of the book. "I've had plenty of practice at doing this."

[yesterdays_hero]

No one can ever claim Blake isn't adept at multitasking. "Must be an absorbing book," he noted. He wasn't going to pry too deeply if she was radiating "GO AWAY NOW" vibes, but he wasn't getting anything like that just yet.

"I'm Captain Hammer. And you are...?"

[descendsfromshadow]

She could switch over to those vibes in an instant, if need be, but for the moment she was here because she was curious about the other people in this place. So she could put up with a little conversation for now.

"Blake." She gave him a questioning look over her book. First "the Doctor" and now "Captain Hammer," people had a thing with names around here apparently. "Is that your real name?"

[yesterdays_hero]

"It's my superhero name," he clarified, glad to see she was showing some interest. He leaned onto his forearm. "Any hero worth his salt needs to take on a superhero name. If my true identity were to be known, then what would stop the black hearted criminals of the world from stalking family? Friends? Torturing and blackmailing them, just to get to me. No no," he said, and sat back. "My identity remains a secret, and I will never be a victim of identity theft."

But mostly, a secret identity was just cooler that way.

[descendsfromshadow]

A secret identity. His explanation made sense in a way, it was true that anybody with enemies would have family and friends at risk. Many members of the White Fang had begun wearing masks for just that reason.

Still, as logical as it was, there was still one flaw that stood out to her.

"And blackhearted criminals don't recognize faces where you're from?"

[yesterdays_hero]

"They don't seem to. Then again, I haven't shown my other identity in quite some time."

He even did his dry cleaning under his superhero guise.

"You know how it is," he waved it off casually. "There's always some wannabe trying to make a name for himself in the criminal world. Can't say I've had time to relax in years."

[descendsfromshadow]

"Actually, I don't."

She tries not to bristle too much at the way he keeps talking about "criminals", being one herself technically. But then, maybe he was lucky and things really were that cut and dry where he came from.

"Are there a lot of people like you where you're from?"

[yesterdays_hero]

"A lot? No," he chuckled, leaning his arm on the table. "You see a lot of cops, and every now and then some kid who's had a few years of karate lessons gets it in his hand to put on a bedsheet and make-believe he's a superhero. But there's probably only a handful that are genuine, like me. And if there are, I haven't met them yet."

He knew this might not be the case in Genessia. It would be interesting to rub elbows, so to speak, with those who might have legitimate super powers. You know. As long as they weren't evil and deserving of face punches.