11562/Hpyer-Wonder-Stuff

Hpyer-Wonder-Stuff
Date of Scene:	11 June 2022
Location:	Upper East Side
Synopsis:	Hyperion and Wonder Man meet, and foil some two bit robbers' dreams.
Cast of Characters:	Hyperion, Simon Williams

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Hyperion has posed:
    It's Saturday in New York. People are always hustling and bustling, and nothing ever really seems to slow down. Pizza drivers are out trying to make their deliveries on time, sports fans attending sportsball events. You name it, there is -always- something going on in New York. Especially in the Upper East Side.

    As is his wont to do, Hyperion finds himself trying to help with little things here and there. Sure, he flies in space and fights battleships now and then, but he prefers to keep connected to people on the street. Today, he finds himself standing on the shoulder of the road, being a human jack to hoist a car so that its owner can change the tire to the spare.

    Yes, big man in a black bodysuit and golden cape.. and he is just holding the back end of a buick up while the owner attaches the lugnuts to secure the spare in place.

Simon Williams has posed:
Simon Williams has different priorities. That's not to say that he wouldn't be out and about helping people with their chores, but his agents are always very down to the minute as to when and where Simon needs to be.

Stepping out of a nearby coffee shop that's just begun advertising the new Wonder Man Refresher made with acai and rasberry, he finds himself face to face with a gaggle of papparazzi and stops to pose for a few pictures before he's saluting them and zipping up a bit into the air.

It's from his elevated position that he spies Hyperion. He 'huh's and lazily floats over to the other supe, arms lazily crossed over his chest as he circles around the car. "Don't think I've had the pleasure, friend," he says, looking the man over. "That's really some branding you've got there."

Hyperion has posed:
    Glancing upwards, Hyperion appears to really not be using any effort at all to hold the car up. It's only a half ton or so. His mouth quirks into a grin and he shrugs, "What? The radiation symbol? Or just the color scheme?" he asks. "If it's the former, I'm not radioactive. I just generate fusion level of heat when need be."

    That is when the driver says, "Okay. All done." and Hyperion bends to gently set the car down. He looks to where he had his grip, and seeing no impressions from his fingers he nods. Then he steps away and says, "Good to meet you Frank. Drive safe."

    Then he simply floats upward silently and offers a hand to Simon, "I go by Hyperion. And I'm relatively new to the scene. I have only been -in- your universe for a little over a year."

Simon Williams has posed:
"No I dig it," Simon says, lifting his hands and extending index fingers and thumbs to frame Hyperion within. "Nuclear power is a cool look. Strong, world-ending. Very cool," he says, smiling broadly and dropping his hand before he takes Hyperion's offered handshake. Simon's is firm. Likely a nice change of pace for Hyperion to meet someone who might just be his match in the Super Strength department.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hyperion. Good name, too. I'm Simon. Though, most everyone calls me Wonder Man." He jerks his head in the direction of one of the cardboard cutouts in the coffee shop window of him holding up the new limited edition beverage.

"It's a whole marketing thing. You know how it is."

Hyperion has posed:
    Well, unlike many super strong types, Hyperion is never trying to test his might against others. Especially not when gripping hands. In fact, Simon would be able to tell that he is being -incredibly- careful and deliberate in his handshake. Restraining himself as much as he can. And concentrating on it too. "In Greek mythology, Hyperion was the Titan of the sunlight. And my Atomic Vision is as bright.. and as hot as the sun." He shakes his head, "Funny thing, my teammates chose the moniker for me... and none of them even exist here."

    He drifts back a bit and inclines his head, "I believe I read something about you Mister Williams. If what I recall is correct, then I might be able to actually relax a bit around you. You see, ever since waking up in this universe, I have found that my strength... well all of my powers, are far more potent than they were in my home universe. I believe it has something to do with ambient level of cosmic energy or whatnot. I'm not a physicist though... so I couldn't say for sure."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Must be a real kick in the ass to lose everyone like that. I'm sorry to hear that, buddy," he says, offering the man a consoling pat on the arm. His ears prick up as he hears the tell-tale sign of a nearby store being robbed. He beckons for Hyperion to follow along as he flies a little bit faster towards the scene of the robbery. Doesn't sound like too much of a fracas so he's in no great hurry.

"Sounds reasonable enough. I'm not a physicist either, though," he says with a chuckle. "You a part of any teams here? In this universe, I mean?" he asks, as he casually rests his feet back in solid ground in front of a bodega. Inside there are two gunmen wearing ski masks and making demands of the shopkeep.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, I recently signed on to the Justice League." says Hyperion as he drops down beside the far more famous hero. But as he spots the gunmen, he sighs and shakes his head, "Please... please don't start firing. Ricochets are dangerous to the owners you are trying.. and failing I might add... to steal from, and you yourselves."

    His hands come up in a placating gesture, "Please don't force me to get involved. I really don't want anyone getting hurt. Just put down your weapons and place your hands on your heads..." he pleads...

Simon Williams has posed:
"He's right, you know," Simon says, gesturing to Hyperion. "You shoot those things at us and your charges instantly jump up to attempted murder. Assault with a deadly weapon, at least. Hi, how are you?" The last part is offered to the bodega owner with a little smile.

The two bodega robbers are...effectively stunned. They'd gambled on it and thought that, at worst, they might have to contend with some low-level punchy-type hero, but now they're dealing with Hyperion and Wonder Man. They looks at each other, their mouths very clearly agape within their masks and both decide to heed Hyperion's warning, setting their guns on the floor and lacing their fingers behind their heads.

"Can I get like a few bags of the peanuts M&Ms?" Simon asks if the shopkeep, who's himself clearly awestruck.

"Justice League, huh? You know I played Superman in a movie once. Just wrote a book about it," he says, leaning against the counter.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Smart choice." offers Hyperion as he steps into the bodega. He reaches for a couple of napkins before using them to pick up the firearms. Evidence preservation and all. "Huh. He helped me a lot when I first woke up here. Back home, I was able to lift fifty to sixty tons. That was about as strong as -anyone- was in my world. But here... I have yet to figure out my limit. He helped me learn to control my strength all over again." he says before turning to the bodega owner, "May I have a couple of plastic bags? Ziploc if you have them. If not, anything will do. Oh, and please call Nine One One so that we can get this all taken care of, okay?" he asks.

Simon Williams has posed:
"Superman's the genuine article. Great guy," Simon says, nodding to Hyperion.

The shop owner finally snaps to his senses and nods to Hyperion, rushing to the back and returning with the necessary Ziploc bags after he's made a quick phone call to the police. He also sets two bags of peanut M&Ms on the counter for Simon.

"You ever wanna go a few rounds, I'd be happy to. See if we can see what all you got in the tank. I don't have the whole...absorbing power from the sun that you and Supes have, but I do alright."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Oddly, I don't absorb sunlight. It's... different for me." says Hyperion as he sets the Ziploc bagged firearms on the counter. "I would suggest making copies of your security camera footage before the police arrive so that you can give them what they want when they get here." he says to the owner.

    Then he turns to face Simon once more, "I mean... I appreciate the sentiment. Perhaps we could do some testing and the like. I really don't like the idea of trying to use my full strength against -anyone- if it can be avoided. Especially since I have no idea where my upper limit is. But as I was saying... I absorb and channel ambient energy of the universe... some call it cosmic energy. It might be -related- to sunlight, but it's not one hundred percent the same."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Ooooh," Simon says, looking a candy into his mouth and nodding to Hyperion. "I gotcha. The power cosmic and all that," he says, chewing. "Sounds cool. I've got...well it's not really all that similar, I guess. I /am/ energy," Simon explains. "Ionic. I dunno. Somebody explained it to me once, but I got distracted."

He reaches up to slide his sunglasses down, revealing the brightly glowing eyes beneath. Covering them back up, he shrugs. "As long as we just keep it to punches, I'm sure we'll both be fine. You look sturdy enough," he says with a grin, offering the bag of candy to Hyperion.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well then. Energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. So if I accidentally transform you into a punch drunk superstar, I apologize." says Hyperion with a bit of a smirk. But he reaches out to accept the candy at the very least.

    "I have found that I do like these candies. Would you believe they don't exist on my Earth?" he asks. "Something as simple as this, and it was never invented. Such a shame." he adds. "But yes, I think that I would like the chance to test my limits with someone who could not truly be hurt badly."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Just don't absorb me, whatever you do. I don't think I'd like being blonde," he says with a grin. "Tell you what," he says, digging into the chest pocket of his jacket. "You take this and give me a call whenever you wanna slug it out," he explains, producing a card with the usual stylized 'WM' branding and passing it to Hyperion.

"As far as the candies go, though, I guess it's something of a silver lining," he explains. "They got sour Skittles where you're from, because that's the real test. Hey, stop that; I see you." The last part is directed to one of the gunmen who was attempting to wiggle himself towards the door. He stops and nods his acquiescence repeatedly.

Hyperion has posed:
    "If it helps your ego, I can see through buildings, and can see for miles. So... you really won't get away even if you had a head start. I can run at mach 3 too. So.." Hyperion shrugs as he faces towards the courageous robber. "And the more you try, the more charges you'll be facing. Do yourself a favor and minimize your own troubles, eh?" he asks.

    As he does that however, he takes the card and gestures to the robbers, "You got these yahoos handled? I really should be getting to my day... or night job." he offers as he lifts off the ground.