onepunchguy

After proving his, ah, superhuman capabilities to Bo, they retired from the bar to his place to test them out. In the bedroom, yes.

Which meant this was possibly the best night out that Guy had in... okay, way too long since he'd come back to Earth. Possibly even before that, but he sure as hell wasn't telling.

It was all fun and games until someone got hurt, though. Halfway into the good times, his ring blared in warning about something he wasn't really in the right frame of mind to pay attention to. That is until it glowed bright without even so much as his say so and his bedroom door was now missing. Along with his date.

"The fu--?"

[[For the date, of course]]

Sometimes it was hard work being on earth. Very hard work. So much so that Guy just had to fall asleep on the couch to ESPN talking about the odds certain teams making it to the World Series. Here's a hint... slim.

This meant more weird ass dreams about Ted of all people.

( La la dream laaand )

Jerking awake, Guy rubbed his eyes and frowned. "What the hell?"

[[Estaaablishy!]]

The odds of his ring telling him about some Reach technology in the area was... well, constant with Reyes around. But when it started going nutso about two in the sector, then he had to get out of dodge and go find out what the hell was going on.

If only to get rid of this goddamn headache.

So, somewhere between Jupiter and Mars, he was looking around for where ever this thing could be hiding.

[[NFB due to distance! For the other DC fellow who would notice thiiiis off in spaaaaace. No, not you, Batman.]]

"Yeah, a school," Guy said, letting the ring take care of the transmitting to Kyle as he continued to pack up what he'd need right away.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

He could already picture the kid's skeptical look as he said that. Didn't even need a ring construct for it.

Rolling his eyes, Guy paused to decide if he wanted to bring a picture left over from the bar or not. It got shoved into one of the many bags after only a second. "Yeah, I'm pretty freakin' sure, Kyle. It's just over in Baltimore. Some island. Private school. Real hoity-toity stuff."

And this has nothing to do with Tora?

Guy frowned at some poor t-shirt that he never wore anymore. "Course not."

Uh-huh.

"I've got packin' to do," Guy informed him. "Doncha got things of your own?"

Kyle laughed before giving in. Yeah, I'll talk to you later then?

"Sure, whatever. I've got a picnic to get to," Guy replied, ever the polite one.

Bye

"Yeah, bye." This had nothing to do with Tora being on the same planet. Nothing at all. He was just... trying something new.