by kid_psycho_00, ORCA_COMICS, darkknighttec_007 and the_indestructible_man
New Orleans, antimatter world:
Back in the Big Easy, Kid Psycho and ORCA Chief were on their way to Sisko's, a new Cajun food restaurant.
ORCA Chief said, "I can't wait to check this site out... give it a look! It might save us some money!"
King Psionic: "There's the place. Let's pull over."
ORCA Chief: "All of that money we saved will come in handy. I'm starved!"
As they entered Sisko's, a snooty-looking host approached them. "Ah, Lord Psionic. You grace us with your presence! Let me take you to your regular table!"
"Umm... Sure... whatever," said a confused King Psionic as he and ORCA Chief were led to a secluded area in the back.
Snooty host: "I'm sure that you find this satisfactory. Please make yourselves comfortable, and a waitress will be here to serve you at once." He turned and walked away.
King Psionic: "I'm not sure what's going on here. I've never been here in my life, yet he's treating me like I'm some sort of big-wig!"
ORCA Chief: "Very strange, indeed! Maybe this is something we should get to the bottom of before we launch our assault on Viet Khan."
King Psionic: "I agree. Let's just play along for now."
An unknown figure approached from behind, and a woman's voice said, "Hey, sexy! You're late! You were supposed to meet me here an hour ago!"
Turning to face her, King Psionic gasped, "Jayne? Jayne Doe?"
"Amazing! You know my name!"Jayne replied, rolling her eyes. "We've been married... how long? Anyway, I have somewhere I'm supposed to be right now, so I'll have to meet up with you again later tonight. Darn it, I can't stay mad at you!"
King Psionic: "Umm... er... uhh... Ok, I'll meet up with you later!"
Jayne: "You guys enjoy your lunch. Bye!"
ORCA Chief: "You never mentioned that you were married!"
King Psionic: "That's because I'm not! There are some very strange things going on here! Back in high school, I had the biggest thing for Jayne, but of course, she would never give me the time of day. It appears that there is also a King Psionic running around in this version of reality that ended up marrying her and climbing to some sort of power as well. Everyone here thinks that I am him! Maybe we can use this to our advantage!"
"You may be on to something! We must learn more, though, for this little charade to work." ORCA Chief leaned in close to King Psionic and whispered, "Maybe we should also start practising how to act as indignant bigwigs. I'll start."
ORCA Chief cleared his throat, changed his posture, frowned, and began shouting, "Wow... I guess I was wrong about this group... at least, maybe about my buddy here... King Charade, was it?"
He got to his feet and leaned in over the table, as if challenging King Psionic. "Look... if you don't want me participating in your group, just let me know. I happen to think that your metahuman exploits deserve a bigger audience than just the continental United States. As such, you should become a member of Organized Righteous. Every handful of years, a cultural revolution comes along. ORCA is just that! In my humble opinion, you do your fellow group participants a huge disservice by making light of something so giving as ORCA."
He turned to look at a few people who had risen to their seats and walked over to see what the shouting was all about. "What does everyone else think?"
King Psionic, likewise speaking in character, said in a challenging tone, "Nobody said that you weren't allowed to join in. Everyone is welcomed here. You come in here, pimp your business, and then disappear without a trace! I didn't have a partner and thought it would be somewhat amusing to include someone from your business instead of finding someone new.
"If you have a problem with my activities, or more importantly, your involvement in them, just say so yourself. I'll simply leave you out of them. My plans must go on, though. There is far too much at stake." King Psionic simply sat there, pretending to glower.
After a moment of silence, King Psionic said, "ORCA Chief, you wanna be in the MBL? Great. Participate in my actual plans, and we'll get along great. And telling a bunch of already-metahuman crimefighters about crimefighting isn't the way to spread awareness of them. You're preaching to the choir. Tell the people that DON'T fight crime about it. Pimping your business was a bit of an interruption."
ORCA Chief appeared to relax and took his seat once more, supposedly humbled. "I see... now it makes sense! Listen, I'll join in, but only after I've determined the general flow of your activities. As far as preaching to the chorus? If I do it... it's because they're singing a bit out of key." He turned to the people listening in and said, "My apologies to anyone offended. Please, return to your seats." Everyone who had come to listen to the argument soon left, and the two MBLers were alone again.
"Well, I think that went well, don't you think?" whispered ORCA Chief, smiling.
"Yeah," said King Psionic, grinning. "Apparently they're used to this kind of behavior from my counterpart."
As King Psionic and ORCA Chief enjoyed their on-the-house meal at Sisko's, a low murmur was heard at the entrance as a small group of large men in suits and sunglasses appeared before the maitre d' and began asking questions.
ORCA Chief: "Hey, what do you think that's all about?"
King Psionic: "Dunno. Just keep eating and try not to garner any more attention."
The leader of the group nodded and led the half-dozen up toward the table in the back. He said to King Psionic and ORCA Chief, "You two impostors, by order of the Viet Khan Lord Psionic, are to accompany us for questioning. Now come along."
King Psionic turned to ORCA Chief and said, "Viet Khan Lord Psionic? You mean my counterpart is a metavillain? CRAP!"
ORCA Chief: "How about Plan B?"
King Psionic: "If that's what I think it is, sounds good to me."
Suddenly, the two grabbed any blunt object they could best reach and started swinging at the men. They then stopped as the three in the back pulled out freaky-big guns and aimed them at the two.
The leader of the group said, "All right, boys, tie 'em up. These impostors are going downtown."