The Alternates #1: Define Good » Places

         

There wasn't a whole lot of chatting. None at all, in fact. Granted, Psycho took up most of the vocal space in this crummy little building, with his foul-mouthed vocabulary and all that, but at least have the decency to act like they were somewhat acquainted. Nathan gently tipped his hat forward over his eyes, closing the black beads as his mouth uttered a single, muffled sigh when Drake began the meeting, slash personal speech about some otherworldly creature, fish, hairy-ape... Mutant!

Thing looked god-damn ugly, or maybe that was just high-tech technology not showing the reject's natural charms. Either way, someone had to guide that thing to the nearby barber, maybe discuss the possibilities of pigment alteration? Yuck- Pinkie mutant. Nate could feel a shiver of disgust crawling ever so slowly up his fragile spine, did they really have to? Oh- Jolly joy-ho! They were going to trace this thing down, weren't they?

As time passed, Drake brought up many interesting charts, including assumed powers, attributes, and whatnot. Okay, that pretty much caught his attention right there, what shampoo does that guy use? Nathan could certainly use some of that! Not a scratch to lay on 'm, cement, maybe?

When Drake had finished talking, not without going on his proud deed for the day, accidentally or no, Nate listened on the posed questions from Sia, slash her possible taunt directed at Del- Dela- Deli... Delphi! Honestly, he hadn't a single clue as to why that was necessary. But! Then again, from what Nate managed to gather, those two were like opposites. Like, complete polar opposites. Bah, as long as they hadn't planned on flipping each other's shit while on hero duty. Bad team-influence that is!

Not that Nathan would actually vocalize his many opinions. It was basically live and let live for him, don't bother Nate, and you won't be bothered either. He had yet to form any concrete opinions on both ladies. Personality-wise, anyway.

“...And why exactly are we stopping them, anyway?”

Sorry, what? Hadn't they planned to set out just yet? Oh, question rounds. Nathan flicked his mind back to reality as he found his mind having wandered away from the mutant subject, though he had registered Sia's barrage of questions.

“Don't need a why, do we? Anything to nudge us from our boring, daily routines. Me, anyway.” Nate butted in, stretching his back as on hand scratched the back of his head.

“Still, the lass throws a few legit darts. What exactly is this thing made of? And, have you tried torching the bugger? Fire is a damn good exterminator if ye ask me.” Actually, Nate could just snap his fingers and send it to the moon if one so wished, not that hard! But the method of elimination wasn't what bothered the young man's mind. Rather, why they haven't heard of it before, surely there must've been sightings? And, if not, how did it hide itself so well?