Rok Lu (man_of_energy) wrote,
@ 2010-04-27 00:31:00

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Rok Lu stood in the customs area, his bag with his radiation suit on his back, his other bag with his clothes going through the machine. He looked around.

"Kristoff, where are you?" he asked himself, fidgetting. He was excited, and most of all, he was worried. The metal detector would fry if he walked through it, and that would not end well...

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discardedheir
2010-04-26 10:36 pm UTC (link)

"Gentleman," Kristoff says to the customs officials as he steps over with brisk formality. "This gentleman is with me. I have the requisite legal and medical forms to request that he bypass the standard personal scanning equipment for health and safety reasons." He handed over the aforementioned perfectly-in-order papers directly and turned with his usual perfect posture to extend a hand toward his guest. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Lu."

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	man_of_energy 2010-04-26 10:40 pm UTC (link)
	Rok smiles at Kristoff and extends a gloved hand (lined with lead, because he doesn't want to leak gamma rays when he's nervous) to grab Kristoff's. "Ah, friend Vernard, it is so good to finally see you without the aid of a internet camera! I trust the arrangements were not too much trouble?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2010-04-26 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Not at all. It is a common enough procedure in our circles." Kristoff shakes his hand, extremely used to metal and metal-lined gloves. "You'll have a one-year visa. If you want to eventually apply for indefinite residency, I'd be happy to help further, but there is plenty of time for that." Kristoff did not believe in leaving openings for one to be charged with illegal immigration. Especially not in families like theirs.

He'll lead Rok Lu the wide way around the customs area where he can pick up his suitcase on the end.

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man_of_energy
2010-04-26 11:14 pm UTC (link)

After gaining his bags back, Rok smiles at Kristoff.

"Do not think that I am without gratitude, my friend. I have a special special gift for you. My plane landed in Hungary for a few hours, and I picked up something from a small shop outside the airport that sold Latverian sweets..." Rok Lu digs through his newly acquired bag and pulls out a small green box with a silver ribbon.

"Happy Arrival Day, Vernard!" He thrusts the box out to Kristoff, hoping he enjoys it.

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discardedheir
2010-04-26 11:28 pm UTC (link)

Kristoff's momentarily speechless as he see's what's in the box.
"Lu, this is incredibly thoughtful. My thanks, and welcome to America."
...With Kristoff Vernard, speechlessness can't last. He has too many syllables to get in.

"I hope you will feel at home with us at the Baxter building for your first few days, while you avail yourself of various contacts. My wife is unfortunately still ordered to bed rest, or she would like to see more of you."

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man_of_energy
2010-04-26 11:58 pm UTC (link)

"Well, friend, I understand. Do not worry about it, I am certain I will see more of her in the time to come. My biggest concern at the moment is apartment shopping. My last paper has gotten me quite a large sum, which I hope will cover my needs." Rok cracks his neck. "I can't believe it. I'm on the same soil that so many great heroes have called home. And I can soon call it home as well." Rok Lu looks up and smiles. His eyes light up.

"Kristoff? I have a request. I've only ever had fast food cinnamon rolls in Beijing. I assume the ones here in America are much more delicious, much like Latverian sweets taste best from Latveria?"

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	discardedheir 2010-04-27 12:07 am UTC (link)
	"It is a fine city. And I think you will fit right in." "It would be my pleasure. There's an excellent bakery -- for American purposes -- fairly close to our building." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

man_of_energy
2010-04-27 12:18 am UTC (link)

Lu grinned at Kristoff.

Soon, they are sitting over a hot tray of cinnamon rolls. Rok Lu's eyes glow green in anticipation. Eight little rolls, coated in a beautiful orange glaze, the extra glaze making a "4" on the plate, in honor of the fantastic heroes nearby. Rok Lu picks one up with his fingers and pops it in his mouth. He nearly melts in his seat (and thankfully doesn't melt his seat).

"Mm... mm mm... mm mm mmmmmm...." The sounds are enough to turn some heads. Lu sits up and smiles.

"Conclusion: American cinnamon rolls prove my father was wrong about America being horrible. Now then, Kristoff, should we go over the city first, or my proposed project? Because I was wondering about the Avengers, admittedly."

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discardedheir
2010-04-27 12:51 am UTC (link)

"America does many things quite well. Of course, as my wife and son are American, and I keep all my things here, I am quite biased."

"I would be happy to introduce you, at next opportunity, to a dear friend of my Cassandra's who intends to soon resume a role on the younger Avenger squadron. The young lady in question is around your age, and...I believe you would have much to discuss, although of course there may be some initial...awkwardness." Kristoff manages a small smile. "But such as we must be no strangers to that."

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man_of_energy
2010-04-27 01:24 am UTC (link)

"Hm... thank you. For everything. And I would love to see your child. I brought him a small toy. I just hope there is no lead in it." Lu produces a toy from his pocket, a small robotic panda bear. It looks around and does a little dance.

"Made it myself. I think it should last quite a long time. Runs off of solar power and, failing that, ambient radiation. I checked it, it's less radioactive than a granite sample." Lu smiles and pops another cinnamon roll in his mouth. "Mm..." Another course of moaning, and he perks up.

"Myes... is there anything I should worry about with the Avengers? Or perhaps even at the Baxter Building?"

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discardedheir
2010-04-27 01:46 am UTC (link)

"That's positively delightful, Lu. Scotty will love it. And I will give it a few quick scans to make sure his mother cannot worry about anything. He'll be happy to meet you."

"At the Baxter building there will be no problem whatsoever. The guest room is adapted for any health and safety issues, and I do not think anyone is likely to have any interpersonal assumptions at all. With the Avengers... Miss Anya Stark, to whom I wish to introduce you, is an excellent young woman, but some people find her a little abrasive, and of course there is the unusual personal background to provide the initial social strain. But I am sure that barring any misunderstandings, the two of you can get along fine. You are hardly going to be waltzing in with unreasonable expectations, after all."

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man_of_energy
2010-04-27 02:04 am UTC (link)

"Thank you, Vernard. I hope to get along with you and your team and your family." Lu takes a long sip of his tea and he chuckles. "Hm... better cinnamon rolls, worse tea. Oh well, some trades must be made in this life, like a decaying atom for a beta particle and an alpha particle."

Lu scratches his chin. "Yes... I suppose the son of one of their enemies may not be too well received. I hope past that they will see I am legitimate."

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	ng_frightful_4 2010-04-27 02:23 am UTC (link)
	It is at this point that the bakery clerk is informed by a nervous young man that "This is a stick-up. Um. Pun Intended." He has some sort of projectile weapon pointed at her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	man_of_energy 2010-04-27 02:37 am UTC (link)
	Lu looks to Kristoff. He looks him in the eyes. "Stay here. Let me try this." Lu reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mask with a clear faceplate. Once it's on, the face beneath the mask begins glowing green. Lu stands up and walks over to the thief and taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me. Do you have a minute?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_frightful_4 2010-04-27 02:39 am UTC (link)
	Kristoff, for the record, is waiting courteously, but only for the moment. Fred whirls around nervously and reaches for the trigger of his adhesive gun. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

man_of_energy
2010-04-27 03:34 am UTC (link)

Lu notices the gun, but doesn't recognize the purpose. A laser wouldn't likely hurt him, a plasma round or a bullet would hurt, and acid might kill him.

"Do you think you should be eating sweets with a stomach ache?" Lu asks. A blast of his bright green hard radiation escapes the faceplate, sending shockwaves through Fred's nervous system. The sudden urge to vomit should be arriving soon. Hopefully not with the unfortunate side effect it sometimes gives to it's targets of wanting to void one's bowels, an effect that Radioactive Man never had. Rok Lu had been meaning to look into that.

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	ng_frightful_4 2010-04-27 03:37 am UTC (link)
	"Oh god..." Fred crumples for a moment, clutching his gun. Daphne'll kill him if he loses the gun. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

man_of_energy
2010-04-27 03:44 am UTC (link)

Rok looks down at Fred. "Now, do you wish to see what Man of Energy can do with even more of his power? Or are you going to give up your petty life of crime?"

The people in the cafe begin whispering to themselves about the odd glowing man, and his newly announced name.

A dizzy blast on Fred to make his legs feel like jelly and his head swim, and Rok is convinced Fred can't get up.

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	ng_frightful_4 2010-04-27 04:05 am UTC (link)
	"Don't wish to see anything. S'all fuzzy." Fred collapses to the ground...and just rolls out the door, where an angry Ms. Blake and the rest of the Frightful Four quickly grab him and make a getaway. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2010-04-27 04:12 am UTC (link)

The other cafe patrons are raising eyebrows and making remarks. As neighbors to the FF, there's nothing especially shocking about a new superhero, but that was an...unusual exchange.

Kristoff, things having progressed quickly enough that interference seemed unnecessary, and having judged trying to stop the getaway would cause more damage to the surroundings than a completely injury-and-damage free criminal attempt was worth, steps over to the counter. "Miss, are you all right?" he asks the clerk.
Once she replies that she just needs a drink of water, Kristoff looks to Lu. "A reasonable choice of technique for the surrounding, if I understand the nature of it..."

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	man_of_energy 2010-04-27 04:16 am UTC (link)
	"Hard radiation. No more dangerous than sitting too close to a cathode ray television display, but able to produce nausea, dizziness, and cotton mouth." He turns to the clerk. "I am truly sorry you got... what's the word... clipped by the emission miss. I hope you are not feeling too ill." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2010-04-27 04:26 am UTC (link)
	"Yes. Control and level are, of course, very important in dealing with any form of radiation in a population this condensed." And panicable. She looks like that bit about the television is good to hear -- probably -- and assures him she's all right, and soon Kristoff'll get their things together -- with a to-go box of remaining cinnamon rolls -- and they'll head out. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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