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[tookthename]

[It seems whatever is messing with the island this time has not left Carol unaffected. She turns on the video feed and anyone on the other end is given a rather nice view of her new costume before it zooms in on her face.]

It seems like we're having a bit of a misunderstanding as of late, dear citizens of New Moore; so I'm going to make this as clear as I can for everyone: I'm going to go blow some shit up. If you don't want to get blown up, don't get in my way. Any questions?

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[tookthename]

That's Mistress Marvel to you, kid.

And no can do. It's been over a week since I made a mass of people go run screaming from a public event. I'm way too overdue.

[callbacks]

mistress marvel
no
think of the children
think of the childrens chance at a championship title

[tookthename]

This game really means that much to you, huh?

[callbacks]

this game means more to me than my left nut

[tookthename]

So if I stay away from the game until it's done you'll cut off your own balls? And people say my priorities are messed up.

[callbacks]

if thats what itd take
but im pretty sure it wont take that

[tookthename]

Nope, that's what I want.

[callbacks]

come and get it then
catch me if you can coach

[tookthename]

Oh, don't tempt me kid. I can catch anyone. And if I have to hunt you down you'll wish all I took was your balls.

[callbacks]

hey i already told you where ill be
ill see you at the game

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[callbacks]

[New Moore's boys' hockey league is having their final game home at NMHS this year, and after everything the team's been through since Dave joined--the sweat, the tears, the busted asses, the broken teeth--he won't let anything threaten their crowning glory. This game will be played fair, tonight, no delays or tampering or attack by evil supervillain P.E. teacher.

Dave stays out of sight for now, waiting for her to show up to interrupt the big game. He already knows the score: literally. He's lived through the adrenaline and the triumph. But he knows that Mistress Marvel won't let a challenge go unanswered, and she'll be waiting for him. She'll be waiting for Dave Strider, who mouthed off to her the day before, so that's who she'll face.

But he's wearing his Spectacle costume under his civvies, for luck.]

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[tookthename]

[She's there, hovering menacingly in the parking lock waiting for him. Carol doesn't actually expect him to show and honestly that'd be fine with her; she enjoys the occupational hunt.]

Come on out, kid. I know you're here somewhere.

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[callbacks]

'Sup.

[He steps out, casual as sin in his sneakers and varsity jacket. If it weren't for the fact he's already got the Royal Deringer in hand, it'd almost be as if he weren't taking this showdown seriously. He tilts his head slightly.]

What, you in a hurry? Need to use the little girls' room before we get to it?

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[tookthename]

Na, getting drinks later with a friend. I'd hate to be late because of something like this.

So, I kept my end of the deal.

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[callbacks]

Yeah?

[He shifts his center of gravity, still playing it cool. Not like Spectacle hasn't come up against Mistress Marvel before, though never completely on his own.]

I dunno. I don't look particularly caught to me, Miss Danvers. And you know I like a good race.

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[tookthename]

I said I'd make it easier on you if you just cooperated. What, you looking for a fight?

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[callbacks]

The integrity of my ballsack notwithstanding, if I just let you have your villainous way with me, you're gonna go ahead and shoot up the rink anyway, right?

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[tookthename]

Maybe. Depends on how entertaining you are.

[Action, forward-dated to Monday evening]

[callbacks]

Then hell, I want a race. I play sports, Miss Danvers. Get your head in the game.

[He gets ready to move, weight on the balls of his feet, nerves thrumming the way they do before a match or a set or a sparring session with Bro, except better, always. More terrifying, and better.]