New Neros wrote:The Fallen Jedi wrote:-Snip
Maxwell gave a stern nod and turned from the duo, ensuring a decent peace and pinning the blame on the Praetorian Emperor for the deaths of the Masaki Brothers. Still, he'd keep an eye on the Gods to minimize a counter-attack. But, standing before him was the muscle-clad Shatterstar, his wounds steaming and bleeding horrendously. Looking him over, Mad Max gave a smirk. "I bet that stings, huh?" He asked sarcastically, Maddox grabbing the side of his abdomen where Satera's light spear had pierced him, glaring at his King with disdain. "Calm down, calm down, I was kidding." Maxwell said, offering Maddox his palm, glowing a bright blue.
Encasing his subordinate with energy, the wounds inflicted on the enforcer began to close up and heal. "Your tissue is so dense that it takes actual effort to mend them, Shatterstar. Your durability is incredible, but maybe we need something to aid in regeneration. Or armor to further enhance your durability." Maxwell quipped, Maddox closing his eyes as Max patched him up. "Not talking?"
"The pain I feel is unreal. Forgive me for not wanting to mix my words up with agonizing screams." Maddox shot back, Maxwell grinning at the comeback.
"Right, right. Let's head back to Madworld, hopefully we haven't missed much."Charmera wrote:-Snip
The wicked and wild streets of New York weren't Daud's favorite place to be, but he would suck up his pride and go anywhere in the world if he had good reason. Intention was an entirely different story. Sitting down a local bistro, Daud sunk his teeth into the best Reuben he had ever had in his life once more, his face taking on a nearly orgasmic glee as the flavors and textures mixed perfectly in his mouth. To Daud, he'd risk life and limb - Even if it meant never growing them back - To eat at this place one last time. Poppa Panelli's Bistro and Cafe, Daud's favorite restaurant, discovered when he popped in for a bite to eat some years ago.
"Leave it to an Italian man running a French cafe to make the best American sandwich I've ever ate. Holy fuck." Daud said to himself, taking another bite of his sandwich and falling in love all over again. He chewed with the intention of making every bite last, but the crushing realization that he'll very quickly be finished with the sandwich brought him to the edge of total despair. Before he could weep silently, he took another bite, and started the process all over again. Now, Poppa Panelli's wasn't in a very popular or crowded part of the City, so commotion was big whenever it decided to show up, and right before Daud took another bite of his meal, a woman bolted past him, bumping his shoulder, and making the reuben flop onto the ground. It could have been salvaged, had it not spilled it's contents all over the dusty concrete with it.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Daud exclaimed, jumping up and flipping over the table he sat at in comedic fashion - Had he not cracked the sidewalk and crumble the iron mesh table into scrap. Whipping around, one of his arms knocked into the metal chair he sat at, sending it flying directly into the side of a yellow cabbie, making the car bend at a ninety-degree angle from the impact. He breathed hard and heavily, spotting the woman who had offended his ancestors. "Who the FUCK do you think you are?!" He screamed, breaking into a dead sprint to catch up with, and surpass the woman.
Jumping out in front of her, the enraged look on Daud's face was unmistakable. "You cost me the greatest sandwich in the world." He declared, pointing a finger directly at Lisa. "I don't know who you are or who you THINK you are, but you're coming with me. You're going to SEE and TASTE exactly what I had lost!" Daud said with passion. "Follow me! A Big Poppa's Reuben waits for no man, meta, or mutant." He looked at Lisa up and down, noticing the blood on her arms, but making no immediate mention of it. "I'm buying, c'mon."
Lisa had been running as fast as she could, which was actually surprisingly fast. At least as fast as Batman would, or more aptly some sort of terminator.
Lisa looked the man in front of her up and down. She looked scared. Very scared. This person was another in a long line of woes, and he looked to be the biggest of them. She had no idea what this man was talking about, "I-I'm Lisa. My name is Lisa." She spoke. Then paused. "O-okay..." She spoke. Then paused.
She did not know this man. Neither did she know half the things he seemed to refer. She was suddenly intensely curious. She did not seemed to care whether or not it was socially acceptable, and started prodding him with questions as they went towards the restaurant. "What's a sandwich?" She started with. "And... who are you?"

