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Who: Shirogane and Joji
What: Everyone's got to meet for the first time sometime. And maybe they can have an inadvertent team-up, too!
When: Evening of June 12th.
Where: Some pool hall somewhere in a seedier part of town.

There's nothing too special about this pool hall, as far as such things go. It's got a bar, it's got several pool tables with varying amounts of people around them playing pool, and the whole room is filled with a sort of smoky haze. (That just might be because they just finished putting out a small grease fire in the kitchen, though the manager would never tell.) There are also TVs mounted to various points on the ceilings. Most of them are playing sports games of some sort, but one is playing a news station. The news anchor is enthusiastically reporting on the Omegafriends, and this has attracted the attention of several brightly-colored individuals piled into a corner booth.

They're all dressed in brightly-colored shirts numbered 1 through 9, except for the one bald dude dressed all in white, and they're all carrying on about how they should soon go into action and how they could defeat the Omegafriends and how all they need to do is to just pick the very first bank, but they haven't really done much besides talk loudly. It's a group of would-be pool-themed villains, though right now? They're too lazy to do much beyond spew a lot of hot air.

Shirogane's playing pool all by himself at one of the tables, and every so often, he'll look over at them with some annoyance. He has yet to do anything, and he's currently the only person in the place who is completely by himself. Not that this seems to bother him.

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When Joji enters the room, no one really notices him. That was something he liked about this Earth - he didn't have a reward over his head, a lot of people dressed in the same kind of manner as he did, and heck, wiry built Asians were also pretty common. Sure he held his right arm a little stiffly, but that wasn't something people picked up on if they notice at all. Of course, the big problem of this earth was just how much he blended in. People didn't treat him as dangerous, and while he liked not getting chased, he didn't like how he could be simply bumped into by bigger people without them apologizing right away.

A couple of the bikers knew him from earlier fights where he ended up the last man standing. They shifted to not look at him, instead to concentrate fully on their beers or pool cues. Joji frowned at the brightly colored men in the booth and then glanced up at the TV. Oh. That. He hoped the kids were doing well with the rescue and the challenge from that Devious person. He was here for an all together different reason.

"Hey," he said stopping in front of a small cluster of bikers. "Dick wants you to get your bikes before he trashes them."

Shirogane glanced up at the newcomer's entrance, but he didn't show too much interest. For the most part, he was focused on his one-man game of pool.

That discussion about the bikes? That attracted the attention of one of the multicolored weirdos, and a guy in bright red with a big 3 on his chest marched on over there like he owned the world. "Hey! We'll take those bikes! And I mean take them."

A good supervillain squad needed sweet rides, after all. So this guy? He was just going to try to steal something that wasn't even there. The stupidity there caught Shirogane's attention for a moment, but he only rolled his eyes and kept playing.

Joji and the bikers stopped talking. The bikers just eye the weirdo with the uniformed glare and sneer that was the trademark of a good biker gang. Joji however just looks the guy up and down and snorted before turning his back on them.

Yeah, no. They weren't even in the league of named villains from home. They were at the goon level which meant that in Joji's mind, they weren't even worthy of him talking to them, let alone looking at them. The bikers however did not have that kind of experience.

"Hey! Butt out, freak! Those are our rides you're talkin' 'bout!"

"Yeah, well, they're gonna be ours!" And with all this name, the other color-coded and numbered idiots that had been hanging around this guy started to get out of their booth and come back up their idiot friend.

"Outta the way!" A guy in black with a big 8 on his chest tried to shove Joji out of the way.

Shirogane looked over there, considered getting involved, and took another shot in his solo game. Eight ball, side pocket. He paused and considered the cue stick he was holding. It would do in a pinch, if things came to that...

"Can you idiots even drive looking like that?" lead biker said, jutting his chin out. The rest of them gripped their pool cues or beers bottles looking ready to back him up.

It took a second for Joji to decide to stumble out of the way, reacting a second or two after getting shoved. There was a moment where the bikers looked at him instead of at the rapidly forming group of wanna be villains, waiting to see him do something. He straightened and the cracking sound of his knuckles could be heard before he took a step back, smiling slightly.

"Idiots."

Shirogane picked up his own pool cue and watched the goings-on with great interest. There was going to be a fight? He was game to try breaking it up--or jumping in--if the occasion called for it. The brightly-colored idiots had been annoying him anyway.

"We can do more than drive! We're gonna conquer the world looking like this!" And the brightly-colored idiot puffed himself up like he honestly believed that. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Over our dead bodies!" the leader biker said and then stopped from saying anything else, looking over at Joji as a loud cracking sound interrupted him. Joji finished giving his wrist a twist and raised his eyebrows, almost as if he was telling the bikers to go on. They looked at each other and then charged the brightly colored clowns.

He took a step back and caught one thrown biker, gave him a shake and tossed him back into the fight. It was going badly for the bikers, of course. It seems that the colored costumes were actually protective.

The other thrown biker ended up tossed onto Shirogane's pool table. Oh, good. A reason to get involved. "Hey!"

He decides he's wasted enough time and rushes at one of the multicolored morons. "Stay out of this, chump!" the guy in yellow grumbles as Shirogane takes a swing at him with that pool cue. Shirogane's moving like he's fought with this sort of thing as a weapon before, but the would-be supervillain he's fighting isn't going down as easily as the biker passed out on that pool table.

Huh. Interesting. For the most part, Joji was staying well out of the way of the fighting group, really having no reason to fight the wanna-bes since the bikers were still fighting okay for a bunch of normal people in normal clothing. The guy with the pool cue was watched closely, but again he didn't warrant that much interference.

It was only when one of the colored guys decided to try to punch him that Joji took action. He punched him a couple times and then ducked out of the way, eyes narrowing in thought. So, he didn't have to hold back as much as he thought he should.

Shirogane didn't seem to think the would-be bike thieves needed to walk away from that fight. He wasn't holding back as much as he should, but he wasn't wielding that pool cue in the staff-like way one might think a pool cue should be used. He tended to use it more like a sword than anything, even going so far as to get one guy all worked up over the blue pool chalk the cue got all over his pretty yellow shirt.

That was definitely an interesting way to use a pool cue. Joji caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eyes and he had to think for a moment about what would cause someone to use a staff more like a sword. But then the red colored guy was in his face and Joji had enough from them. His next punch was with his augmented hand which sent the guy flying back and hitting a pool table hard. He slid to the ground and didn't get up, causing the few remaining bikers to hurriedly move away from the fight.

Shirogane's fighting almost on autopilot now. The augmented hand punch is enough to get his attention for a moment, but it's distracting him even further from keeping his own talents under wraps. He allows himself to get backed towards a pool table, at which point he jumps back, somersaults over it, and lands, putting the table in between him and the thug.

Before the thug can gloat over having made Shirogane back off, Shirogane slams a small crystal sphere down on the table. He then takes a shot with the pool stick, sending the sphere flying to slam into the thug. The thug gets hit right between the eyes, and the sphere goes ricocheting off into a corner.

Once the crystal lands in that corner, it waits a few seconds before turning into a mechanical wolf, which then lunges out and surprises another one of the colorful goons.

Okay, that guy definitely wasn't normal. Joji was surprised when he saw the wolf pop out of the crystal and went after the color-coded baddies, which allowed him to get hit a couple of times. He went down, his fingers clenching around his right arm as the fall caused the pain to flare. Green light filtered through the skin and then Joji rolled back on to his feet, flexing his hand and hearing it crack.

He really needed to do something about that, but after the fighting was over.

A pool cue was aimed for his head and Joji just lefted his arm to block it, sparks flying at the treated wood hit unearthly materials and snapped. As the goon stared at his cue, Joji high-kicked him in the head and looked around for more people to fight.

Shirogane does a double-take at Joji's arm--the green flash caught his attention--but he's quickly distracted by the need to slam that pool cue he's got into the head of another goon.

GaoWolf is lunging for another one. Robot wolf headbutts are surprisingly effective when applied to goon midsections.

The goons, for their part, are starting to doubt the wisdom of carrying on with this fight. They're starting to show signs of wanting to flee.

They could flee, but Joji wasn't going to let them flee easily. In fact, he was wading into the middle of their small cluster, looking a little too excited as he traded punches and blows, and tried his best to smack goons into each other. Some of the locals were watching or taking notes, while the owner of the pool hall was slowly opening up his phone and holding it out to show everyone he had it out.

"I'm calling the cops in three!" he shouted over the din. Joji glanced that way and then went back to laying out the goons on his way for the door.

Shirogane paused for a moment at the owner's shout. Time to leave. He gave a sharp whistle, and the robot wolf headbutted the goon he was tangling with, then trotted over to its master's side. Shirogane smacked another goon upside the head with his pool cue and started to make his own way to the door. "I think we were done anyway."

One more goon went down and Joji was at the door, cracking his hand to shake off any lingering energy. He looked at Shirogane and then at his wolf before smiling slightly and stepping outside.

"I think we need to talk."

The wolf cocked his head curiously and looked up at his partner. Shirogane seemed a little skeptical, but reluctantly nodded. "All right."

"I won't bite you," he said, sniffing at the very thought of someone not trusting him. Sure, he has a bad track record with that whole Shocker thing but that is old news.

Joji wasn't going to run away from the pool hall, even when the police sirens started sounding in the distance. Running would just attract the officers faster than walking after all.

Shirogane's issue isn't so much problems trusting other people as much as it is wondering why anyone would want to do anything with him. But it's so much easier to hide that worry behind a lone wolf facade..."I'm not worried about that." He's keeping his own pace casual, so as not to disturb the police--he's done this before, too. GaoWolf is trotting along at his heels, looking up at Joji curiously.

"Good."

And there were the cop cars speeding around the corner. Joji turned to watch them go by and then shrugged as if the whole mess was none of his business. He then looked down at GaoWolf, holding out his artificial hand for the robot to sniff.

"I am curious... Most of the supers in this country have similar abilities, but yours seem to stem from something I've seen before. Have you heard the term Gaia Memory?"

GaoWolf approached the artificial hand curiously. There were a few quick, cursory sniffs, and then he gave Joji a wag of his tail.

"Gaia Memory?" Shirogane shook his head. "Never heard of it." He was also eyeing that arm of Joji's. "That have anything to do with your arm?"

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