Brian A. Ortiz: Chant would be the only postal worker crazy enough to try to make it as a villain. Or vice versa. I could never really tell.
(The JLR turns to see Brian A. Ortiz, dressed in a black wool pea coat, burnt orange Banana Republic sweater, and Old Navy blue jeans.)
Ace: Midnight?
Brian: Yep.
Ace: Where's your costume?
Brian: Where's CJ?
Ace: I asked you first.
Brian: Fair enough. It's hypercompressed inside of this ring.(Brian taps a black ring on his right ring finger.) Something no Barry Allen fan should ever go without. I definitely would have changed into my black and blues beforehand if I knew we were going to be having company.
Wednesday: yeah,great,sure. Kind of you to finally join us. Y'know, there's this wonderful invention called a Comm-link. You should try using yours sometime.
Brian: I...didn't have access for a while. One of the drawbacks of being hospital bound* and all.
JLR: HOSPITAL?!?
Brian: Yeah. Two, to be precise. Turns out acting like I was nigh-omnipotent put a strain on the spacetime continuum...and the reverberation effect was more than my body can handle.* Half the stuff I was doing I was straining reality to do...like flying. Granted, I'm still metahuman and--
Fused: Could you speed this up? we need to find out what happened to Brit.
RM552: Yeah...he's not being very leaderlike.
Zombitannica: Urrrrr.
Brian:
...Or human. Other than being a baseline metahuman, I can manipulate Hypertime threads and such, which gives me exclusive access to a time-traveling relic. I'll explain later. I'll go change and then we'll try to unzombify Brit.
Brian (thinking to himself):
It's good to be working with the JLR again. My life as Brian has seen too many downturns lately...rejected by fans, shunned by friends, mistrusted even by the few who do know my secret. Despite it all, I can only think of my mother, who is now in a similar place I was just a month ago. If she doesn't emerge from her gradual state of deterioration...
I may very well be a murderer.*
Damn, I have some long, detailed thoughts.
