Squire Pyro and the Justice League - Part 1
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mindcrackloveThis is Part 1 of a 4-5 part series. I got assigned Spoiltheending, who asked for a superhero AU with mindcrackers as superheros and a reporter following them around in the most recent Prompt Swap, so I wrote one.
10 kilometers north of Belfest
The rain had terminated just a few minutes ago, and the clouds have started to part away from each other, dispersing like the end of a night party. The sun was noticeably lower in the sky, with half of the flaring ball already below the horizon. The light emitting out across the snowy fields was of a bright orange color, casting dark shadows behind objects as the hit the front of such objects with full force.
Those same light particles, with a very miniscule probability, will strike an Irish squire directly to the right of him, making a silhouette of the man five times longer that stretches to the right through the grass before hitting a fence and realigning itself vertically. A truck whizzed by the squire, most likely from the credible corporation that owned the last building on the road out of Belfast before it became rural countryside. The squire's hat flew off of the man's head as the residual wind from the back of the truck hit the beret directly on, and would have traveled to the east a few hundred meters had it not been for the quick reaction of the man himself. He turned towards the right, stepped forward, and caught it in his and, as his long arms allowed for such movement. A little cramped, he continued his journey north, as he knew he was almost there; the first signs of the buildings he had sought for have appeared on the northern horizon.
As the 5-foot 8-inch tall man approached the town, he spotted another man far off in the distance, looking at him as if he wanted to plot something against the squire. With the other man's cold, calculated glare against the backdrop of the giant stone castle, the squire hiking north felt a wave of fear rush through his system. He shook his head, mumbling something about how Danky Kang would be protecting him.
The two men finally met, the pink sunset, as the famous poets and lovers Veylian would write and reference, as a backdrop. It was for only a fleeting moment, though.
"Your Highness, Lord King-Emperor Coolidge Siregla..." The man began, only to be cut off by Siregla.
"Welcome back to my kingdom, Sir Pyro. What brings you here, as this untimely hour?"
Squire Pyro respinds, "I have a problem with my Danky Kang temple today, and I request for you personally to come fix it so I could have my daily source of euphoria that I never had today."
"You should stop coming up with stupid excuses, Pyro. We all already know that your lame statements are false. So, with your candor, what is the true reason why you are here?"
"No, I am serious!" Squire Pyro pleaded.
"No, you aren't. Everybody knows that the Danky Kong temple is a hoax, and a recent survey of your lands brought up nothing. Plus," Coolidge Siregla continued, after stating the obvious, "you have been spending too much time recently in Leeds. I have proof here that your feeling euphoric comes from the Lord and Lady of Yorkshire, and not locally, as you always claimed." Siregla pulled out a briefcase of papers, and shoved it into Pyro's hands as they walked into the castle.
"This was collected from Mr. Willakers, whom as you know, is the source of all things euphoric. He keeps track on where the euphoria goes, and as his records between January 21st and May 6th show, you have received euphoria from the residence of the Lord of Yorkshire a total of 121 times. As for you, shopping is euphoric, and in your purchases, there is no sign of a Danky Kang temple being built, no construction company contacted, whatsoever."
"All right, Siregla, you got me, but it is still your fault. Plus, you stile these documents from Mr. Willakers, you didn't collect them from him."
"Pyro, you still haven't answered my original quesiton yet."
"I'm her to make you an offer, Coolidge Siregla. I have almost everything I need to replicate the powers of the Justice League, and I only need one more day before I am finished. If you like, I could share the secrets with you tomorrow afternoon after I am finished with my work, and together, we could dominate and take over the world."
"Thank you for the offer, Pyro. I would have to decline it, today, however. You see, had this been thirty years ago, I would probably have agreed with your offer, but throughout my experience with our community, I have seen people go the path you are going and meet a very unpleasant fate. Plus, I am growing old, and the last thing an old man wants to do is to expend his energy in trying to replicate the moves of the Justice League."
"Very well then, Coolidge Siregla. I guess I will see you later." Pyro closed the door to the castle, and walked out over the moat. "Farewell, then, Winterfall." Pyro walked out towards his own house, before saying, "Stupid idiot, that guy. He has always been complaining that he wanted to get those powers and doing stuff with them, but now when he actually has the chance to do so, he declines it??!!!" Pyro shakes his head in disgust, as the night sky hung above his head, the stars blinking, shining, twinkling down upon the earth, and the moon blasting a ray of light down on the ground, illuminating the path back south for Pyro.
10 kilometers north of Belfest
The rain had terminated just a few minutes ago, and the clouds have started to part away from each other, dispersing like the end of a night party. The sun was noticeably lower in the sky, with half of the flaring ball already below the horizon. The light emitting out across the snowy fields was of a bright orange color, casting dark shadows behind objects as the hit the front of such objects with full force.
Those same light particles, with a very miniscule probability, will strike an Irish squire directly to the right of him, making a silhouette of the man five times longer that stretches to the right through the grass before hitting a fence and realigning itself vertically. A truck whizzed by the squire, most likely from the credible corporation that owned the last building on the road out of Belfast before it became rural countryside. The squire's hat flew off of the man's head as the residual wind from the back of the truck hit the beret directly on, and would have traveled to the east a few hundred meters had it not been for the quick reaction of the man himself. He turned towards the right, stepped forward, and caught it in his and, as his long arms allowed for such movement. A little cramped, he continued his journey north, as he knew he was almost there; the first signs of the buildings he had sought for have appeared on the northern horizon.
As the 5-foot 8-inch tall man approached the town, he spotted another man far off in the distance, looking at him as if he wanted to plot something against the squire. With the other man's cold, calculated glare against the backdrop of the giant stone castle, the squire hiking north felt a wave of fear rush through his system. He shook his head, mumbling something about how Danky Kang would be protecting him.
The two men finally met, the pink sunset, as the famous poets and lovers Veylian would write and reference, as a backdrop. It was for only a fleeting moment, though.
"Your Highness, Lord King-Emperor Coolidge Siregla..." The man began, only to be cut off by Siregla.
"Welcome back to my kingdom, Sir Pyro. What brings you here, as this untimely hour?"
Squire Pyro respinds, "I have a problem with my Danky Kang temple today, and I request for you personally to come fix it so I could have my daily source of euphoria that I never had today."
"You should stop coming up with stupid excuses, Pyro. We all already know that your lame statements are false. So, with your candor, what is the true reason why you are here?"
"No, I am serious!" Squire Pyro pleaded.
"No, you aren't. Everybody knows that the Danky Kong temple is a hoax, and a recent survey of your lands brought up nothing. Plus," Coolidge Siregla continued, after stating the obvious, "you have been spending too much time recently in Leeds. I have proof here that your feeling euphoric comes from the Lord and Lady of Yorkshire, and not locally, as you always claimed." Siregla pulled out a briefcase of papers, and shoved it into Pyro's hands as they walked into the castle.
"This was collected from Mr. Willakers, whom as you know, is the source of all things euphoric. He keeps track on where the euphoria goes, and as his records between January 21st and May 6th show, you have received euphoria from the residence of the Lord of Yorkshire a total of 121 times. As for you, shopping is euphoric, and in your purchases, there is no sign of a Danky Kang temple being built, no construction company contacted, whatsoever."
"All right, Siregla, you got me, but it is still your fault. Plus, you stile these documents from Mr. Willakers, you didn't collect them from him."
"Pyro, you still haven't answered my original quesiton yet."
"I'm her to make you an offer, Coolidge Siregla. I have almost everything I need to replicate the powers of the Justice League, and I only need one more day before I am finished. If you like, I could share the secrets with you tomorrow afternoon after I am finished with my work, and together, we could dominate and take over the world."
"Thank you for the offer, Pyro. I would have to decline it, today, however. You see, had this been thirty years ago, I would probably have agreed with your offer, but throughout my experience with our community, I have seen people go the path you are going and meet a very unpleasant fate. Plus, I am growing old, and the last thing an old man wants to do is to expend his energy in trying to replicate the moves of the Justice League."
"Very well then, Coolidge Siregla. I guess I will see you later." Pyro closed the door to the castle, and walked out over the moat. "Farewell, then, Winterfall." Pyro walked out towards his own house, before saying, "Stupid idiot, that guy. He has always been complaining that he wanted to get those powers and doing stuff with them, but now when he actually has the chance to do so, he declines it??!!!" Pyro shakes his head in disgust, as the night sky hung above his head, the stars blinking, shining, twinkling down upon the earth, and the moon blasting a ray of light down on the ground, illuminating the path back south for Pyro.
