[He stops dead in his tracks as Time-Hopper puts on this little show. It wasn't enough to hide one's real face, but to project a fake one?]

Yeah, IIII have no idea who you are.

[He starts on his path again, raising his fists.]

What's with the portal thing? Where the hell is Tomorrowland?

What- What are you SAYING?

[He rapidly turns his head to get a good look at each extending arm.]

Who the hell are you? Where'd you come from?

[His head was buzzing. He was supposed to be on his way *home*... But flying hadn't been going so well, tonight.]

C'mon, answers!

[He walks closer.]

Oooh. A Chrono-Burrow. Of course. I forgot. Who could forget Chrono-Burrows. It's fifth gra-NO. No, I've never seen a "CHRONO-BURROW."

[He spits his words at whatever mechanical mess was in front of him. He didn't have the best history with cyborgs.]

It's 50 B.C, biiitch.

[Hiccup.]

[Calling out from a distance.]

I'd say...

[Stargazer is floating down from above. He'd been watching the glyph in the sky with bated breath.]

The hell was that all 'bout?

[There's a slight slur to his speech.]

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[He watches her go over her things before redirecting his attention to the man he'd dropped, who was now holding his face and gasping through an open mouth.]

... Looks like it.
There's a hospital a few blocks away. Broke his nose, not his legs.

[He cocks his chin up, signalling him to get up.]

[He relinquishes the bag to her before turning glowing gaze back to the petty thief he'd seen blowing through the crowded sidewalk in a panic.]

No one important.

[He inspects his dirty work. A broken nose, a swollen eye. He drops the man to his knees.]

Don't think he'll be a problem anymore.

[He twists and turns, looking at himself unsurely.]

Thingies..?

[His voice beneath the mask was ever so slightly... Buzzing?]

Might need some more specifics.

[ Turning his head, his body not budging an inch despite someone bumping into him. ]

. . . ?

[ He had a scruffy looking man by the collar, holding him above the ground.]

... This yours?

[He raises his opposite hand. The strap of a purse was clutched beneath his crimsoned knuckles.]

[The shine of his visor glints like a flashlight as Bee catches his attention.]

...

[Nothing but compete silence as the jets on the bottom of his heels slow, bringing him down.]

"you're a superhero"

"the bell tolls in saturn's ring"

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