More Fuel for the Shippers

All those who suspected there was more then professional respect between Positron and Numina in the Mortimer Kal Strike Force, well....

http://www.cityofheroes.com/news/new...orian_inv.html

Lots of overt hints in there.

BTW, "shippers" are people who like to infer romantic relation"ships" between fictional characters. Look it up on TV Tropes.

*cries*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo...








Tava had first dibs, damn it...

Michelle
aka
Samuraiko/Dark_Respite

Now, where's the Mynx and Synpase shipping?

So...um...it's probably because I'm a clueless guy, but what exactly is the purpose of shipping again? From what I can infer it's just arguing on forums about who should get together and drawing fan art. It doesn't really seem to accomplish anything. I'm not trying to be rude here, I'm just curious!

Be careful on TV Tropes. You WILL get lost in there for hours!

This does put a new spin on the opening part of the last storyline in the Top Cow comics, where War Witch asks how Positron is coming along on making her flesh and blood again. At the time, I thought that it might have been an experiment to get his own body restored, now I think it might have been a test run to get his girlfriend back to a corporeal state.

((Quickly threw this together, because... well, because!))

"I'm not happy, Ray." Synapse grumbled, his arms crossed. The speedster of the Freedom Phalanx was resting against the doorway between Positron's lab and his office. With his arms folded across his chest, cowl up and lips frowning, he looked a picture of displeasure.

"Isn't that slightly hurtful, Steve?" Positron replied, looking slightly stung by his friend's reply to his news. He'd invited him to the office to tell him before gossip and rumour got to him. Part of the scientist wasn't expecting this kind of response to the good news. Another part, the part that had roomed with Steve, and even shared an apartment with him, knew this was exactly how he'd react. A tiny part was relieved that nothing had been thrown at mach speed.

"I... okay, okay. I'm glad, really, I am. It's just.... geez, you've never had a girlfriend!" Steve threw his arms up in the air in exasperation.

"Thanks." The deadpan response came. "But you would be wrong there."

"But not for a while! And now this? This? This is going to change everything! What about game night? Or going to the Icon Fashion Show to talk to the models? What about our quest to eat at -every- Up-N-Away?"

Raymond sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Steve was in full swing now, arms waving about as he paced at a speed that most would consider a sprint, explaining just exactly how everything would be different. "Steve-"

"-And what about when I need to crash here, and she's all 'I've got my girlfriends over, so no!'?" Synapse cut him off.

"Steve-" His voice raised in decibels.

"Or 'I'm sorry Steve, Ray can't come out to play, we're off shopping for frilly curtains and bright cushions!'"

"Steve-" The volume raised up another notch.

"And we were going to go Six Flags so we could ride the new Freedom Phalanx rollercoaster, but I don't think we're going to-"

"STEVE!" Raymond barked, stopping the speedster in his tracks.

"...yeah?"

Heading over, Raymond put his hands on his friend's shoulders. That was enough to get Steve completely focused on him. Raymond wasn't one for much physical contact.

"I am not going to up and disappear on you. Yes, we might not be able to spend as much time together as we did. Yes, sometimes something will come up with Tammy that will keep me from hanging out with you. But we're used to that with work with the Phalanx. We'll make time to go and see that roller coaster. I've still got the sheet with all the Up-n-Away's we've visited, and we can still carry that on. There'll always be a room for you at mine, and game night will carry on."

He took a pause for breath, feeling slightly uncomfortable with how intently Steve was looking at him. "I will still be your friend, and right now? I think I'll need you more than ever."

Synapse was silent for a long moment, before clasping his arms around his friend's armoured back, gently tapping his fist against a shoulder. "Sorry, Ray... I just..."

"It's okay, Steve. So..." Raymond was trapped in the hug, and looked for a way out. Easy for a genius. "Lunch?"

Synapse stepped back and grinned. "Lunch sounds good. Oh, and Ray?"

"Yes?"

Synapse tapped his fist against Positron's. "Congrats, man."