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Metal Man · 01-12-2010, 03:08 AM

There he was, clad in silver armor, standing in a ruined mess. Concrete was thrown everywhere; water oozed out of broken pipes. Police sirens permanently echoed in this subterranean limbo.

He was standing there, frozen in time, standing against another battler. This battle had been a strange one; he had been fighting a strong foe with telekinetic abilities, when suddenly that evil Old Man who had been chasing him had popped up.

But then the music stopped after Metal Man sang a tribute to some recent battles. The judges, beyond time itself, however, never saw fit to complete their judgment, and so, he had been stuck here ever since... waiting... wondering... had he displeased them somehow?

He would never know. Even if they had told him the truth now, it was too late to effect this battle, anyway.

His foe had vanished in the meantime, as had the cackling dastardly old man. While Metal Man had cracked that old Man's glasses... he had also cracked the glasses of those judges, who had responded in kind by leaving him there, trapped in limbo.

And that, was no good.

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But it couldn't end that easily; not for Metal Man. All that time had allowed him to think.

To prowl the pages of his past. He had thought it over. He looked at what had been good, and what had been bad. And he had come to a decision.

It didn't matter what those judges thought; or what that strange man who had been chasing him could do. He simply had to get out of this time freeze.

He tried to flex a finger--but it did not move. He tried to blink, but nothing happened. He stared for the longest time--it felt like months--at his time device, desperately trying to activate the glowing red clock.

But it would not budge. It was there, forever out of reach, despite being mere centimeters away from his hand.

He had become accustomed to this gray, concrete prison, a land of stairs and now destroyed subway tracks. He was near one of the entrances, and still had part of a ticket booth stuck him him.

He stared some more--he had no choice, he couldn't move his eyes. He wouldn't be able to do anything again at this rate... stuck in place.

...But then, he continued staring. More time passed... and the device began to beep. It was a tsunami of sound to Metal Man--the time freeze had also frozen out sound. It hurt to hear anything again, after that long silence. He had half wondered if it had rendered him deaf, after all.

BEEEEEEEEEP.

The sound of freedom, moving much too slowly for his taste.

He stared some more, pretending he could touch the device with his mind. More days in limbo passed... and the beep soon sped up some more. And some more. And then, a teensy bit more.

One day, it finally broke a wall; a speed limit. You had to break this limit to activate it--otherwise it would assume it was an accidental activation. Otherwise, Metal Man's version of pocket dialing might accidentally warp him into the center of a planet.

So with an insanely loud noise, the dimensional drive activated again, and Metal Man was ripped from his untimely prison.

But where would he go? What would he see? The subway he saw in his warp now was in pieces. He couldn't go far, and he got an ugly faceful of water just for looking at that attractive warp back to a better planet.

He then saw a far more favorable one--the SSS! Of course, they would let him in. It'd all be better, and...

KLONK.

He stopped short, landing in the middle of a bent up pile of track. His time device was shorting--low on power and damaged.

The 6'4" man of steel slowly stood up, feeling like a statue that had been bent out of shape. All his joints felt like they had muscles made of jagged muscles that were now suddenly extended-- a weird, gross feeling. He shuddered as he stabilized himself, picking a jagged piece of track out of his left shoulder.

He wandered in the track, seeing he had healed himself. Now, he was once again battle-ready... and so was someone else.

Someone he hadn't bargained for on this particular trip...

01-12-2010, 03:08 AM	#1
Metal Man Fairy-Slaying Maniac Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: 1592 Miles Away From Here Gender: Posts: 18,062 Thanks: 148 Thanked 683 Times in 482 Posts	Metal Man fights IRHP Yet again There he was, clad in silver armor, standing in a ruined mess. Concrete was thrown everywhere; water oozed out of broken pipes. Police sirens permanently echoed in this subterranean limbo. He was standing there, frozen in time, standing against another battler. This battle had been a strange one; he had been fighting a strong foe with telekinetic abilities, when suddenly that evil Old Man who had been chasing him had popped up. But then the music stopped after Metal Man sang a tribute to some recent battles. The judges, beyond time itself, however, never saw fit to complete their judgment, and so, he had been stuck here ever since... waiting... wondering... had he displeased them somehow? He would never know. Even if they had told him the truth now, it was too late to effect this battle, anyway. His foe had vanished in the meantime, as had the cackling dastardly old man. While Metal Man had cracked that old Man's glasses... he had also cracked the glasses of those judges, who had responded in kind by leaving him there, trapped in limbo. And that, was no good. ---------------------------------------------------------------- But it couldn't end that easily; not for Metal Man. All that time had allowed him to think. To prowl the pages of his past. He had thought it over. He looked at what had been good, and what had been bad. And he had come to a decision. It didn't matter what those judges thought; or what that strange man who had been chasing him could do. He simply had to get out of this time freeze. He tried to flex a finger--but it did not move. He tried to blink, but nothing happened. He stared for the longest time--it felt like months--at his time device, desperately trying to activate the glowing red clock. But it would not budge. It was there, forever out of reach, despite being mere centimeters away from his hand. He had become accustomed to this gray, concrete prison, a land of stairs and now destroyed subway tracks. He was near one of the entrances, and still had part of a ticket booth stuck him him. He stared some more--he had no choice, he couldn't move his eyes. He wouldn't be able to do anything again at this rate... stuck in place. ...But then, he continued staring. More time passed... and the device began to beep. It was a tsunami of sound to Metal Man--the time freeze had also frozen out sound. It hurt to hear anything again, after that long silence. He had half wondered if it had rendered him deaf, after all. BEEEEEEEEEP. The sound of freedom, moving much too slowly for his taste. He stared some more, pretending he could touch the device with his mind. More days in limbo passed... and the beep soon sped up some more. And some more. And then, a teensy bit more. One day, it finally broke a wall; a speed limit. You had to break this limit to activate it--otherwise it would assume it was an accidental activation. Otherwise, Metal Man's version of pocket dialing might accidentally warp him into the center of a planet. So with an insanely loud noise, the dimensional drive activated again, and Metal Man was ripped from his untimely prison. But where would he go? What would he see? The subway he saw in his warp now was in pieces. He couldn't go far, and he got an ugly faceful of water just for looking at that attractive warp back to a better planet. He then saw a far more favorable one--the SSS! Of course, they would let him in. It'd all be better, and... KLONK. He stopped short, landing in the middle of a bent up pile of track. His time device was shorting--low on power and damaged. The 6'4" man of steel slowly stood up, feeling like a statue that had been bent out of shape. All his joints felt like they had muscles made of jagged muscles that were now suddenly extended-- a weird, gross feeling. He shuddered as he stabilized himself, picking a jagged piece of track out of his left shoulder. He wandered in the track, seeing he had healed himself. Now, he was once again battle-ready... and so was someone else. Someone he hadn't bargained for on this particular trip...