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if you liked it then don't you dare put a ring on it
WHO| Brainy and YOU. Open to all.
WHAT| Brainy being pissy as he prods around the gift shop
WHERE| Second Floor Gift Ship
WHEN| Thursday of Week 2, after he meets Lyle, before the electrical storm in the planetarium
WARNINGS| Brainy being his cranky self.
Brainiac 5 and Invisible Kid were Legionnaires and naturally they meant that were going to trust in each other's abilities enough to occasionally wander away separately. Still within frantic screaming distance, certainly, but separately.
Brainy was wandering through the gift shop right now, secure in the knowledge that if he screamed for help, Lyle would respond.
As he rooted through the assorted items there, he almost screamed anyway, and it wasn't because of fear.
Back home - back when they'd had a home - the Legion had been incredibly popular with the public, to the point the merchandising had gotten fairly out of control. They'd allowed any parties to create such merchandise so long as nothing harmful to the image of the Legion was declared as "official" in any way and as long as part of the proceeds were donated to charities. They'd been a little too busy fighting cosmic threats like Darkseid to care if someone was hawking a ten credit T-Shirt with their faces on it.
But one thing that every single one of the people creating the merchandise knew was that there was a single item they were not allowed to sell replicas of in any capacity, because of the meaning the real thing held to the members of the Legion.
Right now, Brainy was staring at a mass of them in several bins. Legion flight rings - cheap metal knock-offs, naturally, as he and Lyle's own Valorium rings had been confiscated and they'd been given replicas themselves. These were even cheaper and tackier.
He picked one up and stared at it with disdain.
It may have just been an object but it was one that had been on the hands of several Legionnaires as they'd died. James Cullen and Gim Allon had been buried with them. Candi's had been vaporized when she'd tried to reach out to Jan Arrah, after they'd discovered he was the genocidal enemy they'd been facing in the Second Galaxy. And Jan's had most likely rusted into dust as he'd floated alone in the void after getting the rest of them safely back inside the material universe, going insane as he'd watched stars blink into life and then blink out, as he'd died a death that wasn't a material one, and the being known as the Progenitor had been formed out of the shreds of who he'd once been.
He'd suffered that living death over billions of years for them. He'd been caught out alone in that endless darkness because of the L on his finger, because he'd given everything to save his friends.
Now that symbol was being sold three for an assi.
But then Brainy supposed it wasn't a surprise at all that these people had no respect for the sacred. Not when they'd been willing to sell the souls of children for even less.
WHAT| Brainy being pissy as he prods around the gift shop
WHERE| Second Floor Gift Ship
WHEN| Thursday of Week 2, after he meets Lyle, before the electrical storm in the planetarium
WARNINGS| Brainy being his cranky self.
Brainiac 5 and Invisible Kid were Legionnaires and naturally they meant that were going to trust in each other's abilities enough to occasionally wander away separately. Still within frantic screaming distance, certainly, but separately.
Brainy was wandering through the gift shop right now, secure in the knowledge that if he screamed for help, Lyle would respond.
As he rooted through the assorted items there, he almost screamed anyway, and it wasn't because of fear.
Back home - back when they'd had a home - the Legion had been incredibly popular with the public, to the point the merchandising had gotten fairly out of control. They'd allowed any parties to create such merchandise so long as nothing harmful to the image of the Legion was declared as "official" in any way and as long as part of the proceeds were donated to charities. They'd been a little too busy fighting cosmic threats like Darkseid to care if someone was hawking a ten credit T-Shirt with their faces on it.
But one thing that every single one of the people creating the merchandise knew was that there was a single item they were not allowed to sell replicas of in any capacity, because of the meaning the real thing held to the members of the Legion.
Right now, Brainy was staring at a mass of them in several bins. Legion flight rings - cheap metal knock-offs, naturally, as he and Lyle's own Valorium rings had been confiscated and they'd been given replicas themselves. These were even cheaper and tackier.
He picked one up and stared at it with disdain.
It may have just been an object but it was one that had been on the hands of several Legionnaires as they'd died. James Cullen and Gim Allon had been buried with them. Candi's had been vaporized when she'd tried to reach out to Jan Arrah, after they'd discovered he was the genocidal enemy they'd been facing in the Second Galaxy. And Jan's had most likely rusted into dust as he'd floated alone in the void after getting the rest of them safely back inside the material universe, going insane as he'd watched stars blink into life and then blink out, as he'd died a death that wasn't a material one, and the being known as the Progenitor had been formed out of the shreds of who he'd once been.
He'd suffered that living death over billions of years for them. He'd been caught out alone in that endless darkness because of the L on his finger, because he'd given everything to save his friends.
Now that symbol was being sold three for an assi.
But then Brainy supposed it wasn't a surprise at all that these people had no respect for the sacred. Not when they'd been willing to sell the souls of children for even less.