All the greats were mocked.

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#old stuff

"Forget I ever said anything."

"If I had the capability, perhaps I would fullfill that request. But alas, a twelfth level intelligence is nothing to be scoffed at in terms of memorization capability."

#becauseitneedstobedone

onlyoccasionallyvisible

As the other Brainy examined his nails with a bland look, the familiar action caused a wry smile broke through Lyle’s huff. He sighed in defeat to the situation, shaking his head and pushing a hand into his hair in exhaustion. What a headache, indeed.

When Brainy spoke again, Lyle raised his gaze once more to meet the other Legionnaire’s, eventually lifting a hand to his mouth thoughtfully. “… ‘A-362B’? I should.” In fact, his eyes wandered over to the station such a part would be kept in. Yes, he had at least one there. Letting his teasing tone shine through a bit more, he decided to jokingly inquire into the semi-awkward silence: “Will we have to worry about any repercussions to parallel universal item exchanges?”

Querl allowed himself as discreet a smirk as he could manage. Application of the rarely used 'common sense'. He mentally delivered a kudos to this Lyle. Such a skill was becoming a bit too infrequent for his taste. "A good question. We'll have to make it a hypothesis and see how it tests, won't we?" He drawled, waving his hand nonchalantly, as though it would be as simple as preparing a gel electrophoresis. Surely the repercussions of simply moving a mass-produced object to another time or place voluntarily by two parties couldn't be catastrophic in result, right?

"...Well? Is it in the cabinets? Shelves? Under a lab station?" Querl swiveled about, throwing out a few more suggestions as he began to presumptuously search about Lyle's lab. There's nothing quite like an unwarranted sense of entitlement.

#onlyoccasionallyvisible

"Is there a multiversal law stating that every single one of you has to be an asshole?” Well, not every single one. Her Querl was sweet.

Querl paused. Had she addressed him as an anal sphincter? What a strange and rather grotesque insult. However, the surprise was short lived at best. No matter how ridiculous a remark against him could be, he had lived through enough to feel nothing concerning them. "There are few discovered laws of the multiverse. It is an ever expanding mass, if it can be considered a mass at all. I would be quite surprised if there was any constant involving my individual self, should it be possible that some incarnation of my being exists in every imaginable universe."

#becauseitneedstobedone

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+ the5thbrainiac

Querl turned slightly at the footsteps, quirking an eyebrow at the unfamiliarity, before he made a complete about face to look at the other, eyes widening. A… Coluan, here? In the halls of the headquarters? Why would-

It was then that he caught a glimpse of the markings on the other teenager’s forehead, and he lit up, a smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth. “You are an alternate version of myself, correct? Brainiac 5? Are you of Universe-247? That is the only one I have encountered so far, how exciting! I met your Invisible Kid, if so!”

This was wonderful! His conversation with that Norg had been cut short, but this would be fascinating if it could last a bit longer!

#dorkybrainy #rping with poet 5ever

Querl groaned, hearing the crackling noises of charred clothing upon skin as he slowly forced himself to sit up. Grife, he could smell burnt hair, and he could swear there were more cuts and bruises visible on him than actual skin. Did he even have a second eyebrow?

Moaning, Querl attempted to recall how he had come into this state. He had been doing a test on some harvested D amino acid oxidase... How had he allowed a flammable substance to even get near the peroxide, that was meant for the catalase solution... His head was swimming as he strained to think of how he had gone wrong.

Carefully, Querl moved himself to stand, brushing off some soot. There had certainly been an explosion, and the dryness of his mouth indicated that he had been physically unconscious for quite a bit of time. And that he was kind of thirsty.

Without paying too much attention to his surroundings, Querl trudged through hallway after hallway, hoping to arrive at a hydration station. But the more he walked, the more lost he felt. This was looking less and less like Legion World. He would have surely had a conniption, had there not been a tap on his shoulder.

Querl jumped, pivoting as fast has he could to face the offender. A... Coluan? What? He blinked, trying to hear what they were excitedly chattering about. "Y-yes?" He responded, cautiously nodding, having no other idea of how to approach this.

Oh dear.

Wonderful, another Brainiac 5 who was a complete dick. ”I’ve met like four different Legions at this point. It’s starting to get hard to keep up with.”

"And I, various multitudes of Kara Zor-Els. It is two sides of the same coin, to use an expression." Querl snapped, mimicking her tone. Of course it was a preposterous expression. Coins were no longer in circulation since credits were digital. However, the sentiment was relevant.

#becauseitneedstobedone

onlyoccasionallyvisible

"Noted. When I find myself in a professional setting, I’ll strive to remember that." Lyle replied dryly, folding his arms and shifting his weight as he glanced over the Coluan. Another Brainy. He’d have to start giving all of them color coded fact folders and wristbands.

Querl clicked his tongue in response, placing one of his hands on his hips, and examining the fingernails of the other. This was certainly a different Lyle than he had been accustomed to interacting with. The acrid humor was rather uncharacteristic. Whether this was due to time travel or related to the endless overlapping of the multiverse that seemed to be occurring recently, he could not place. This Norg physically seemed just too similar to the one he knew. What a headache.

"Well. Do you have drone part A-362B? I do appear to be missing the one I had placed in my lab." Querl paused afterwards. Perhaps it was a bit of an awkward question considering this Lyle may full well be a complete stranger. But that is what he had wandered into the lab labeled "Norg" for, so it was at least worth asking.

#onlyoccasionallyvisible

((Do I do my plasmid/recombinant DNA lab or write myself a new theme?

Hard life choices are hard.))

#ooc #talking to myself

☀ the5thbrainiac

"Another one? This is getting weird."

#becauseitneedstobedone #((Hellohello!))

"It isn't as if running into the same people over and over again with different mindsets and experiences is exactly pleasurable for me either. Even with the vast memory capacity that is found with a twelfth level intelligence, one can begin to forget who is who. Similar appearances and the factor of time travel do not assist with that."

Querl held his fingers, steepled beneath his chin. This was Kara, obviously, but the mannerisms were not indicative of any he had met before. Oh well, it had become a part of life itself these days. Re-meetings were no longer anomalous.

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I’m gonna wait till I’m on my deathbed, get in the last word, and then die immediately.

#brooklyn nine nine #gr8 characters are gr8 #Querl acts like this

onlyoccasionallyvisible

the5thbrainiac started following you

"Brainiac 5, I presume?"

#((Hellohello!#I'm sorry I was on a stupidly long sabbatical due to school and other obligations #but yaaay always nice to have a Lyle! c: ))

"Don't be coy, Norg. It is unbecoming of you in a professional setting." Querl sneered, allowing his posture to slouch. It just was incomprehensible to him that someone so disciplined in science would still imply inference in speech where he should sound sure of himself. Humans will be humans, he supposed.

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#bitches forever about people not knowing what they're talking about #please don't just change an entire facet of your character just because you don't like it #no good character will ever be perfect it's called good storytelling #ooc #complaining

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#ooc #good stuff

+ the5thbrainiac

"I did not say you were," Kal agreed mildly, following him with interest as he toyed with the new ring on his hand. Alura angry was far more intimidating than this any day of the week. "This is Earth-247. I am from Earth-22. That Brainiac 5 is my father. You are not him. You are not my father."

He was too young to have Alura, and Alura came first. …Well, organically first, but he had said that he wasn’t a father, so their brother…? No, then, but… Robotica had happened… But it was also a different dimension… Hm. That was something to ponder and maybe question.

Either way, Kal’s eyes unglazed, focusing on the odd version of Father as his brow furrowed, confused by what he was saying. “…Yes, I am. I said that I was lost. Are you certain you are Brainiac 5 and… and… possess a twelfth level intellect?”

The boy shrugged lightly. “Alura does not have one. I… I do, but… she is better with… people. Sort of. She purposefully throws them through… walls, not accidentally. I do… that.”

He was very, very confused, though. Earth-247 was very weird so far. Huh. At least he got a nice ring.

#kalsonofdox #okay now to bed

"I see you are good at restating facts. This isn't Earth-22, and I am not your father. Repeating yourself is unbecoming, you must know." Querl drawled, turning into alleys and weaving around buildings. Perhaps he could stop by Shvaugn's locker in the station, take a Science Police jacket to obscure the racial identity of the child...

At the corner of an office, Querl stopped again, as the mystery kid continued to blubber. "Of course I'm Brainiac Five." Querl snapped, eyes narrowing. "No other Coluan would voluntarily live amongst earthlings, and certainly none are going to be travelling. Colu is fighting to secede from the U.P. because they did not receive what they wanted, and were being gluttonous. Eschera coli slathered upon a shank of meat. The gall of minor intelligences is infuriating." Cursing Sharn Nux under his breath, Querl snapped his attention back to the roads, ignoring the child babble about some girl.

"We are closer to the threshold station, but it is unlikely we will pass without being spotted, and without a transuit for you, it isn't as if we can meet Shikari in the atmosphere, no less a horde of telecoms." Querl bit his thumb, considering his options. This could possibly cause a political disturbance, should any reporters get their grubby cameras flashing at them. How obnoxious.

+ the5thbrainiac

Kal accepted the flight ring, brow furrowing at the very slight touch that involved, but kept his breathing steady, managing this time, slipping it onto his hand on the finger right next to his actual flight ring. “I am half-Coluan. Robotica happened years ago.”

He glanced around the landscape, studying the city that was familiar and not, before finally casting his gaze back onto the odd Brainiac 5. He was about his height, huh, and given Kal slouched… “This is not Earth-22, correct? That is my Earth. I think I… am lost again. Especially if you are Brainiac 5, he… he is my Father.”

If this wasn’t Earth-22, he was fairly certain Alura couldn’t come to get him this time.

Querl almost tripped. He had pivoted and started walking away as the child began it's utterances, and the babble was striking. He paused, gathering himself, his thoughts, and adjusting his arms as to not drop the box of expensive equipment he so dearly needed.

"Excuse me?" He stammered, head turned to face the kid again. A closer look did indicate a more pinkish complexion, now that he thought of it. "This is Earth-247. I... I am not a father t-to.."

Computo.

.....

No, not now.

Querl regained his composure, bringing his gaze back up from the ground. "I am father to no one, and do not intend to be." His stare was unwavering now, regaining it's cold demeanor. He did not want to help anyone, he had reserved today for errands and maintenance... But alas, he was sure there would be no end to the telecasts should a Coluan citizen be found in the streets. Querl looked back and forth, before rolling his eyes and curling his fingers in a gesture to follow him.

"You are in the wrong place at the wrong time." Querl sneered, deciding which route would take him to the nearest threshold.

#kalsonofdox

+ the5thbrainiac

"…Are you… Brainiac 5?"