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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 19:15:23 GMT
Vic Sage always preferred the cold so when he finally arrived to the bustling city of Starling deep in the sunny state of California, he was already sweating his ass off.
He wiped the stuff from his forehead as he sat inside his van, christened "The Sage Machine," as it stood there trapped in the afternoon rush hour.
Sure, this looked like a happy, carefree city from the brochure, but Sage knew that every city had its own festering darkness.
It was his mission to bring it into the light.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 20:23:52 GMT
Wesley wore a suit today, just like every day. God damn, suits were awesome, even on a hot day like today. He already found himself sweating at the collar, so he'd brought himself to a nearby juice bar. It provided a much-needed cool down.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 20:29:54 GMT
Speaking of cool downs, Sage found himself in a rather heavy need of one. He pulled into some juice bar and listened as the Sage Machine began to slumber, patiently waiting his eventful return.
He stepped out into the sun, wearing faded blue jeans and a T-shirt depicting the old time television superhero The Gray Ghost.
He then walked into the establishment, standing in line behind a man in a suit.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 20:53:20 GMT
"I'll take an orange. Extra large." Wesley fished a few notes out of his wallet and passing them over the counter, receiving a large orange drink in a plastic cup in return. He took a long schlurp from the drink and taking a seat, briefly catching a glimpse of a person in a Gray Ghost T-shirt. Well, anyone who knew of the Gray Ghost was obviously a respectable individual.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 20:56:33 GMT
"One lemonade please."
He fumbled around in his pockets and frowned.
"Something the matter, sir?" asked the zit plagued cashier.
"I seem to not have any money on me.."
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 20:59:29 GMT
"I'll get this one." Wesley said, returning to the bar and slapping down some cash.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 21:02:06 GMT
Sage looked towards his savior with much awe as the cashier handed him his freshly squeezed lemonade.
"Thanks," he said to the suited man, "I appreciate it. Really."
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 21:04:46 GMT
"Least I could do for a fellow fan of the Gray Ghost." Wesley replied, gesturing to a free seat on his table.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 21:14:28 GMT
Sage nodded, sitting down.
"Always great to meet a fellow Ghoster. There are so few of us these days."
He began to sip from his lemonade and it..
He spat it out.
"This is terrible. Are they using lemons past their prime?"
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 21:15:51 GMT
"I wouldn't know." Wesley shrugged. "But this orange one's really nice."
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 21:21:32 GMT
Sage decided to give it one last go.
He shrugged, "It does have a surprisingly pleasant aftertaste."
He would have drank anti-freeze if it would cool him down.
The muscular burly man, on the other hand, didn't quite appreciate being spat on by Sage. He stood over their table, his veining arms crossed, his handlebar mustache quite well groomed.
"Can we help you?"
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 21:25:06 GMT
Interesting mustache that guy had. Still, he looked particularly angry.
"I think he wants to talk to you." Wesley pointed out.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 21:27:29 GMT
"I'll take a raincheck on that," he said, splashing the rest of his drink in the burly man's face before dashing out of his seat.
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Post by Wesley Dodds on Apr 14, 2014 21:29:26 GMT
"Aw, hell!" Wesley scrambled to get out of the joint too. He didn't want to be around this juice-splattered guy.
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Post by Vic Sage on Apr 14, 2014 21:32:32 GMT
The burly man grabbed Wesley by the back of the collar, just as he was about to reach the door.
"Where do ya think yer going?" growled the man.
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