Cloak and Hot Dogs

Summary:
August 09 2014: Two caped crusaders and an ice nerd get hot dogs

Hot Dog Vendor, Harlem

It's a hot dog cart. You've seen them.


Characters

NPCs

  • Hot Dog Vendor

Mood Music:
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"Bored."

There is a common misconception that superheroes live exciting lives, filled with adventure. This is partially true, but nobody ever seems to focus on the amount of time that superheroes spend simply waiting, whether it be on stakeouts, patrols, or some other less than exciting facet of the superhero game.

The practically unknown superhero known as Cloak is currently in the middle of what appears to be both a stakeout, and a patrol. Standing on the ledge of one of Brooklyn's tallest buildings with a pair of binoculars in his hands, he peers through the lenses at the streets below, seeing nothing of any interest to him. Behind him, a radio sits on the ground, tuned into the police scanner and a few other emergency frequencies. Plenty of stuff is going on in the city tonight, but nothing heavy enough to warrant his involvement.

"Bored."

He has apparently waited for quite some time, judging by the litter at his feet. But even superheroes run out of patience eventually, and Cloak is no exception. Which is why he disappears in a swirl of inky blackness, and reappears on the street in the same fashion right in front of an obliging hot dog cart. The vendor nearly has a heart attack.

*

Not just the vendor either. There's a sandy haired young man who had been in the process of buying and condiment-ing a polish sausage. Mmmm. Spicy. He manages to keep his grip on it as he jumps in shock and the air temp drops twenty degrees. Barely. His relish goes everywhere though.

"Yikes! Awwww… geeze. What is it with people sneaking up on me lately…"

*

After showing Vorpal what it's like to be in orbit, Tel's attacked by a bout of homesickness he's been trying to fight off since he got to this century. Which is why he's been flying around the city trying to distract himself. Having been here less than a week, there's still many things he hasn't experienced and hot dog carts are one of them. But since they obviously don't mind catering to the costumed, he flies down and lands behind Cloak to wait his turn.

*

"Do not fear. Cloak does not mean to alarm, nor does he mean to harm." His voice is chilling, his delivery overly dramatic, but he certainly knows how to make an impression. Whether or not he's aware of the impression he's making is a separate issue. Given his unfortunate abilities, Cloak is all too used to the cold, as he himself is basically a void that sucks all the life and warmth out of everything around him.

But, for now, he's got his abilities under control and the effects of his powers are more or less directed inward. "I do not hunger for your lives, citizens. I hunger only for human food. Hot Dog Man, prepare for me two dogs, with mustard and chili. Do not skimp on the chili."

"And…. a diet Soder-Cola."

"And… some chips."

"And… actually, no. That is all I require."

*

Bobby just… stares. Okay, yes masked and costumed superheroes are totally a thing but… goodness. It is not every day one sees them standing in line at a hot dog cart. At least… not in costume. This place must be good. Now he's really looking forward to that polish sausage which he is presently in the process of ladling more relish on while he pulls his cold back in.

"Cloak, eh?" He grins. "And… oh. I don't think I know you either," he says as Tel Vole lands.

*

Aaaaaand Cloak refers to himself in the third person. A bit pretentious but Tel's encountered that before in the Academy. Some of the recruits needed to have some sense pounded into them by the instructors. "Call me Gravity Kid." he says to the young man who addresses him. "Pleased to meet you. Both of you." he adds, not wanting to exclude Cloak.

*

As the bag is placed in his hand, Cloak looks surprisingly normal for a moment. He seems to take the lack of recognition in stride. It was, after all, his idea to avoid fame at all costs. Still, there's just a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes, that might be caught if one was standing at exactly the right angle and looking in exactly the right direction. But as most of his face is covered in shadow, it's unlikely that anyone caught it.

"The pleasure is mine. Pardon me if I don't offer to shake you hand, but you would be very unhappy with the outcome." But as he pops the cap on his Soder-Cola and puts it to his lips, he looks a bit more solid than usual.

"I… oooookhaaay…" Bobby offers his hand to Gravity Kid instead. "So Gravity Kid and Cloak. Nice to meet'cha. I'm Bobby Drake."

The ice nerd takes a bite of his dog. Mmmm. So good. "So are you two working together?" Seems reasonable, given that they showed up at about the same time.

*

Tel shakes the offered hand then steps closer to the cart once Cloak has been served. He looks over at what the other costumed man ordered then tells the merchant "I'll have one of those." "No, we've never met before."

*

"No. Definitely not. Though you apparently got your costume from the same shop as my last partner." Cloak's raspy voice allows only a bit of humor through, but he appears to be joking. But, he's got a point.

"I guess the night has been pretty quiet on your end as well then? Far be it from me to complain about a lack of crime, but I'm kind of bored."

*

Bobby chuckles and takes another bite. Crimefighters. It's always stuck him as odd. There's the police, sure, and folks like SHIELD and the SRD. But to just run around fighting crime because you can? It's a pretty good use of some talents, to be sure, but it seems like an odd choice. Then again, some talents are a bit hard to expose to the public. He's got first hand experience on that one.

"Criminals are too scared to do anything? Must mean what you're doing is working, though."

*

"That's extremely unlikely since I'm not from this time." Tel tells Cloak. "But if that's meant as a compliment, thank you." His costume does have a small pouch from which he digs out a couple of folded bills to hand to the merchant. "I was not looking for criminals." he explains. "I was just enjoying some flying."

*

"If my contributions are helping keep people honest, then I couldn't be happier." Cloak certainly looks like he could be happier. As he scarfs down one of the hot dogs, he looks around warily. Not as if he's worried someone will take his food, but almost as if he's looking for something. Whatever it is, he apparently doesn't find it.

*

Bobby has finished his dog by this point and is just standing around amicably chatting with the two masked crusaders.

"Gotcha…" He looks about when Cloak does, wondering what the man is looking for. "So what got you guys into that? I mean the whole costumes and capes thing? I get that it's to hide your identity… well… or…" He looks at Tel. "Or something. But like, why not just join the NYPD or the FBI or the JLA or something?"

*

Tel's must not be really concerned about his identity since he's not wearing a mask. "I did. The main law enforcement agency is called the Science Police and I'm a member." He stares at the hot dog a moment before glancing over at Cloak then taking a bite of the end.

*

"I suppose I could do that. But… it's hard to imagine anyone hiring me. Not to be dramatic, but I don't really look like a cop." He makes a good point. Plus, where exactly would somebody pin the badge anyway?

He quickly finishes off his second hot dog. Apparently he's been on stakeout even longer than it would have appeared.

*

No but… oh, is that costume… you?" Like, is there nothing below it? Stranger things have happened to be sure, though Bobby can't thank of any off the top of his head.

"Uh… Science Police…" Neeeeeeever heard of them. "Where… are they from?"

*

"Well, they're the main law enforcement agency of the United Planets." Tel informs Bobby. "But they started here on Earth as a division of the Metropolis police tasked with handling metahuman crime. They might be interested in having you as an officer." he tells Cloak. He's thinking of looking into that himself.

*

"Wait, if you're from the future… that means we're from your past. Should you be talking to us at all? Couldn't that make you disappear?" Apparently Cloak has gotten his time travel knowledge from repeated viewings of the Back to the Future series.

"And… out of curiosity, would anyone miss you if you were to accidentally disappear?" His face is covered in shadow, but the tone of his voice is a bit more hungry than it should be after eating a meal. His posture changes as well, becoming simultaneously more hunched and more threatening.

A stray movement should do more to answer Bobby's question than any explanation Cloak might give. As he moves, the folds of his cloak open up just a bit, revealing a glimse at the inky darkness within. Nothing but void can be seen.

*

"Um…" Bobby takes one step back and the air temp starts to drop. "Yeah… so… this is all a bit odd. Time travel then? And are you sure you should be… asking that, Cloak?"

He's not entirely sure freezing will do anything to the creature, since it doesn't seem to properly have a body. Then again, it did just eat a hot dog… so…

*

Tel takes a step back and eyes Cloak warily. "Time isn't that easy to damage." Though paradox can be a bitch to resolve if it does happen. "I'm hoping not to be here too long. My arrival wasn't planned. Are you a magical being then?"

*

"No no no no… nothing like that." A long, slow slurp from his Soder-Cola follows, but he stares straight at the time traveller the entire time he drinks. When he finishes the cola, he simply tosses it within the folds of his cloak, right toward where his chest would probably be. The bottle disappears without a sound.

"I am merely curious. About… science. And things of that nature. That's all."

*

"Ah… So… okay." No. Bobby doesn't get it. But… it seems that there's no danger here. Maybe these two shouldn't work together after all. "Science Police, though. Do you like, beat people over the head when they submit improper proofs or crackpot hypotheses?"

Come to think of it, a group of people who did that would probably be really handy.

*

Tel seems to be equally fascinated by Cloak and the shadows in that cloak. Though Bobby's comment distracts him and he can't help but smile. "I wish. I don't know why they came up with that name. You could call them and ask if you really wanted to know."

*

It doesn't seem that Cloak will be dining on futureman lifeforce tonight, but this means that he has a problem. "It was really nice meeting you two, but I think I'd better get back on patrol." He's beginning to look a bit more antsy, almost to the point of nervousness. A moment ago he was so calm and theatrical, now he acts more like a jonesing crackhead. It's hard for him to even maintain eye contact for any length of time.

"Who knows, maybe something has happened while I was on break. The city won't protect itself." And suddenly, his form begins to swirl inward on itself, and he disappears from view.

Tomorrow morning, a body will be found near the Gotham City docks, dead from mysterious causes but with no apparent signs of trauma.


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