The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Cyrusbales]

double post.

 

[Cyrusbales]

*PING!, PING!, PING!*

"**** yeah! I'm just like Barry Bonds, but without all the steroids and shrunken pecker."

I see John just leaning on a wall with a smoke in his mouth.

"Come on, Johnny boy. I wanna see some of that Hocus Pocus."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

He wants to see magic eh? All the more reason not to show him, crazy yank.

"Yeah, I'm working on it mate..."

One zombie grabs me and right as he's about to take a bite, I look at him dead in the eyes, to the very core of his primitive little mind. Then shut it all down, leaving a lifeless husk.

Don't look fancy, but it works, keeps the yank guessing too!

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

He wants to see magic eh? All the more reason not to show him, crazy yank.

"Yeah, I'm working on it mate..."

One zombie grabs me and right as he's about to take a bite, I look at him dead in the eyes, to the very core of his primitive little mind. Then shut it all down, leaving a lifeless husk.

Don't look fancy, but it works, keeps the yank guessing too!

"Nice...I guess."

I swing the bat across one zombie's head and turn him into a human pinata. I hear a low growl and Boston's joined the fight now. He's gnawing at a zombie woman's ankle while she just looks at him funny. That gives me enough time to lay her out.

"It's going...going.....going....."

I bring the bat across her head and watch as her head seperates from her body and the dark blood gushes out, soaking me in the process.

"Gone."

 

[Cyrusbales]

"Nice...I guess."

I swing the bat across one zombie's head and turn him into a human pinata. I hear a low growl and Boston's joined the fight now. He's gnawing at a zombie woman's ankle while she just looks at him funny. That gives me enough time to lay her out.

"It's going...going.....going....."

I bring the bat across her head and watch as her head seperates from her body and the dark blood gushes out, soaking me in the process.

"Gone."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

At the end of the day, if I can do something without effort, I'm gonna do it without effort. None of that fancy *****.

A few more groaning figures are now right in my face. I see the yank's back is turned. A simple incantation. Then a flash.

Turning round, all he sees is zombies without eyes, melted by the flash.

"Son of a-."

"Sorry, was that too quick for you?"

Pushing my way past the fumbling zombies, I laugh, why try to hide the smugness?

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

At the end of the day, if I can do something without effort, I'm gonna do it without effort. None of that fancy *****.

A few more groaning figures are now right in my face. I see the yank's back is turned. A simple incantation. Then a flash.

Turning round, all he sees is zombies without eyes, melted by the flash.

"Son of a-."

"Sorry, was that too quick for you?"

Pushing my way past the fumbling zombies, I laugh, why try to hide the smugness?

"That's alright. Your just proving my theory that magic doesn't exsist. It was created by the greeting card companies to explain St. Patrick's Day."

I bash another Zombie in the head while Boston starts to trot towards a dark mansion with spanish moss draped over it and broken windows.

"Gentelmen...This is the place."

 

[Cyrusbales]

"That's alright. Your just proving my theory that magic doesn't exsist. It was created by the greeting card companies to explain St. Patrick's Day."

I bash another Zombie in the head while Boston starts to trot towards a dark mansion with spanish moss draped over it and broken windows.

"Gentelmen...This is the place."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Wow, talk about stereotypes! Nothing better to walk into a house with than a nice ciggy.

"So.....how you two meet? Online dating or just....fate?"

Well you gotta hand it to these people, they know how to make massive front doors.

On th einside, it's reasonably classy, red drapes, and a piano in the lounge, damn, I need a house like this.

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Wow, talk about stereotypes! Nothing better to walk into a house with than a nice ciggy.

"So.....how you two meet? Online dating or just....fate?"

Well you gotta hand it to these people, they know how to make massive front doors.

On th einside, it's reasonably classy, red drapes, and a piano in the lounge, damn, I need a house like this.

"Actually. I nearly put a bullet in his brain and he started talking."

"It was fate though, it was fate that the three of us met. How else do you explain showing up in Hub City, Constantine?"

While Boston and Constantine chit chat. I sit down at the witch doctor's piano and start to play.

"Tootie Fruity, oh rooty. A wap ba ba lou bop a wop bam boom. I got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy, got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy, she drives to the East, she drives me to the west, cause she's the girl that I love best."

I finish and look over at Boston and John and see the blank looks on their faces.

"You've never heard of Little Richard?"

 

[Cyrusbales]

"Actually. I nearly put a bullet in his brain and he started talking."

"It was fate though, it was fate that the three of us met. How else do you explain showing up in Hub City, Constantine?"

While Boston and Constantine chit chat. I sit down at the witch doctor's piano and start to play.

"Tootie Fruity, oh rooty. A wap ba ba lou bop a wop bam boom. I got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy, got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy, she drives to the East, she drives me to the west, cause she's the girl that I love best."

I finish and look over at Boston and John and see the blank looks on their faces.

"You've never heard of Little Richard?"

JOHN CONSTANTINE

So much for the zombies and stuff, but this dude is just weird.

Creeping up the stairs, I hear a door open, out of it comes some rabid, feral creature. A creature which leaps at us.

I draw together a barrier to stop it....

"Don't get happy, this is magic of neccessity, I keep the cool stuff just for myself..."

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

So much for the zombies and stuff, but this dude is just weird.

Creeping up the stairs, I hear a door open, out of it comes some rabid, feral creature. A creature which leaps at us.

I draw together a barrier to stop it....

"Don't get happy, this is magic of neccessity, I keep the cool stuff just for myself..."

I dig into my pocket and manage to find another clip.

"Let the barrier down. I'm gonna have to shoot Old Yeller, Pa."

I slide the clip into my .45 and cock it.

"Don't worry boy. I'll make it quick and painless."

 

[Cyrusbales]

I dig into my pocket and manage to find another clip.

"Let the barrier down. I'm gonna have to shoot Old Yeller, Pa."

I slide the clip into my .45 and cock it.

"Don't worry boy. I'll make it quick and painless."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Fair enough, I'll please his blood lust. With the barrier down, a single bulet makes more than light work of the dog's head.

"There's something at the end of this corridor, I know it's so stereotypical, but either way, the b*tch we're looking for is down there."

I hate working in teams, gotta keep 'em in check. Wow, I forgot how much I need to smoke when doing magic.

Flick. Light. Inhale.

Much better.

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Fair enough, I'll please his blood lust. With the barrier down, a single bulet makes more than light work of the dog's head.

"There's something at the end of this corridor, I know it's so stereotypical, but either way, the b*tch we're looking for is down there."

I hate working in teams, gotta keep 'em in check. Wow, I forgot how much I need to smoke when doing magic.

Flick. Light. Inhale.

Much better.

So the three of us start down the hallway.

"It's quiet...a little too quiet."

I pull out my gun and cock it. I dobut it'll do much good, but it's like a condom. I'd rather have one and not need it than need one and not have it.

I reach the door and turn the knob. The door starts to slowly open with a creek.

"That door is noisy."

"Yeah....a little too noisy."

 

[Cyrusbales]

So the three of us start down the hallway.

"It's quiet...a little too quiet."

I pull out my gun and cock it. I dobut it'll do much good, but it's like a condom. I'd rather have one and not need it than need one and not have it.

I reach the door and turn the knob. The door starts to slowly open with a creek.

"That door is noisy."

"Yeah....a little too noisy."

JOHN CONSTANTINE


"Wow, talk about cliche's!"

Stepping into the room, the smell of Jasmine instantly fills my nostrils. Knowing all too well the voodoo nature of such a smell.

A woman, not old as the horror films suggest, but a mid twenties beauty, lays before us, disturbed by our presence, she looks prettty pissed.

"Hey darlin', do we need the pleasantries?"

 

[guitarsingerguy]

As Ion emerges from the alternate dimension he inhabited, he contacts Ganthet telepathically.

Ganthet, I'm approaching Oa now.

Good. The Manhunters have detained an intruder. You are to dispose of him. Do so quickly Ion.

In a flash of green, Ion rockets towards the Manhunter's location. When he arrives, he sees an unexpected sight. An old man stands arguing with the Manhunters. Ion floats towards the man with disbelief in his eyes.

"...Alan? Alan Scott?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom continues to float along the air-currents of Gotham.

This has been just a phenominal night so far....I mean I can't believe that flying through the inside of a jewlery store could be so ineretsting. Seeing the security camera was wild....being able to see the infared beams for the security system was so fascinating... of course then again watching that guard dog patrolling was kind of scary...the thing was the size of a T-Rex. I would've never believed in a million years that my shrinking would be my ticket for getting a life. I am only barely an inch tall and I feel like I am 10 feet tall...well at least 6 foot tall anyway.

 

[trustyside-kick]

The security guard walks up to Matt and points at the elevator.

"The director has decided to see you now since you showed up early."

"Uh, thanks."

Matt follows the security guard and the guard opens the elevator lock, and Matt steps inside.

"Press this button here, and then 35; that's the floor he's on. Good luck; break a leg."
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Clayface- 'Last Chance'
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As Matt patiently waits in the elevator as it rises past the next 34 floors, he begins to sweat unconrollably again. He fears to wipe it away with a hankerchief incase the same thing happens as before. Something is happening to Matt; and he has no idea what.

Matt's cellphone begins to ring, and he responds shocked; he hasn't gotten a phone call in a good while; say for when he called agencies for auditions. He looks at the contact name and number, and he stares at it with fear.

"Oh no..."

Over the past month that Matt spent a lot of time re-working his way up again and trying to find people who will allow him to audition; he grew desperate; too desperate. He became so desperate that he accidentally became almost friends with the type of people you simply don't want to be friends with; or so he thought. But then it all clicks again...it took him so long to find this audition, but...after contacting him for help he suddenly gets one? The coincidence scares Matt as he answers the telephone.

"Hello, Mr. Thorne. What? Yea...I'm actually heading to the 35th floor for the audition now, but how did you? Really? What? You own this building?"

Then, on the recieving end, Crimeboss Rupert Thorne tells Matt what he's been waiting to hear from someone for months. He tells him that he's going to make him a star. Of course, when you help a friend out...especially a friend like this...they normally expect a favor in return. Matt digs into his pocket and pulls out his hankerchief again and wipes his forehead anyway as more sweat runs down his face. Again, he sees the brown residue and Mr. Thorne hangs up.

He hears a *ding* and the doors slowly open. Matt exits the elevator and walks down the hall as it leads to his future; a future hopefully full of fortune and fame.

 

[Lord Doom]

Alan Scott turns to face the astounded Kyle Rayner.

Greetings, Kyle. You're looking stronger than ever. I must speak to you about a very urgent matter.

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Alan Scott turns to face the astounded Kyle Rayner.

Greetings, Kyle. You're looking stronger than ever. I must speak to you about a very urgent matter.

Kyle looks at Alan confused.

"Of course Alan, but...how did you get here? How are you able to travel in space? What the hell is going on?"

 

[Lord Doom]

Kyle looks at Alan confused.

"Of course Alan, but...how did you get here? How are you able to travel in space? What the hell is going on?"

Alan Scott walks toward you and places his hand on your shoulder.

I promise I'll explain that later, but for now, I need you to listen to me. I don't know how much time I have.
Kyle, I need you to loan me some of the main battery's power.

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Alan Scott walks toward you and places his hand on your shoulder.

I promise I'll explain that later, but for now, I need you to listen to me. I don't know how much time I have.
Kyle, I need you to loan me some of the main battery's power.

Kyle looks at Alan in disbelief.

"...that's a large order to fill Alan. You're going to have to find the time to explain this to me. What's going on?"

 

[Lord Doom]

Kyle looks at Alan in disbelief.

"...that's a large order to fill Alan. You're going to have to find the time to explain this to me. What's going on?"

I'm coming out of retirement, Kyle. I don't need MUCH. Just a little to give me my strength back.
Kyle... you can't tell ANYONE this, but.....
I still have the ring.

 

[guitarsingerguy]

I'm coming out of retirement, Kyle. I don't need MUCH. Just a little to give me my strength back.
Kyle... you can't tell ANYONE this, but.....
I still have the ring.

Kyle's eyes shoot wide open.

"Alan?! Coming out of retirement? You've got to be a 60 year old man! I don't know how the ring slipped through the Guardian's hands, but you can't do this!"

 

[Lord Doom]

Kyle's eyes shoot wide open.

"Alan?! Coming out of retirement? You've got to be a 60 year old man! I don't know how the ring slipped through the Guardian's hands, but you can't do this!"

Alan grabs you by the shoulders in desperation and shakes you roughly.

THAT'S why I need the main battery's energy! I can't be a useless old man, Kyle. I CAN'T!!!

Alan Scott's eyes widen as he slowly let's go of you. He takes one step back and looks down to the floor, ashamed.

I... I'm sorry, Kyle... What I'm asking you to do could not only cost you your position as Ion... It COULD cost you much more... It's just that... I've been a hero for SO long, that it's difficult for me to live a normal life.
I just want to save people again...

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Alan grabs you by the shoulders in desperation and shakes you roughly.

THAT'S why I need the main battery's energy! I can't be a useless old man, Kyle. I CAN'T!!!

Alan Scott's eyes widen as he slowly let's go of you. He takes one step back and looks down to the floor, ashamed.

I... I'm sorry, Kyle... What I'm asking you to do could not only cost you your position as Ion... It COULD cost you much more... It's just that... I've been a hero for SO long, that it's difficult for me to live a normal life.
I just want to save people again...

"Alan, the digital imprint of you that was left in the battery has been the closest thing that I have to a friend. Hell, you've been like a father to me. You've served your time. I don't want you to have to answer to the Guardians again. Now come on. I'll take you back to Earth."

 

[Lord Doom]

"Alan, the digital imprint of you that was left in the battery has been the closest thing that I have to a friend. Hell, you've been like a father to me. You've served your time. I don't want you to have to answer to the Guardians again. Now come on. I'll take you back to Earth."

Kyle. I would NEVER force you to do anything you don't want to do. So I'm asking you-NO! I'm BEGGING you... Please help me become a hero again.

 

[Spike_x1]

Previously, in the Ultimate DC RPG...

I can fly.

That was the only thought going through Doctor Peter Silverstone's brain as he felt the winds whip past him at incredible speeds. The feeling of controlling the rock was impossible to put into words. Peter could feel the chilling cold of the winds at this high altitude, but they weren't freezing him in the least. He could somehow feel the pulse of nearly every media signal in the world. The stone was embracing him; its power coursing through his veins and enveloping his body, protecting him from the possible harm caused by traveling at this speed, and allowing him to violate the very laws of physics and gravity. The entire feeling was unbelievable and indescribable, to say the least.

And then he heard it. Not with his ears, but with some new sense that he'd acquired. He could hear the panicked screams in his head, shouting "Mayday! Control tower, we've lost engine 2, and are coming in hot!"

This was it. Silverstone wanted to be like Superman? Well, now was his chance! A sonic boom resounded in his wake as he flew at blinding speeds towards the source of the radio signal that he was sensing. He could see it in the distance: An experimental atmospheric landing and takeoff space plane. Peter could hear the hardware specifications and digital blueprints of the aircraft being constantly broadcast on a secure channel, to and from NASA, and thus knew what the nature of the problem was and how and where to stop it without causing any more damage.

"Oh, this is just too much," he said to himself as he caught up to the space plane. He dove underneath the right wing and centered himself beneath the plummeting aircraft. Silverstone dug his fingers into the hull, pushing upward and pulling back, trying to slow the massive hunk of metal down and decrease the dangerously sharp angle of descent. What surprised him the most was not that he was capable of doing these feats, but how easily he was accomplishing them. The ship's outside surface was roughly the size of two football fields, but it took only a small amount of exertion to bring it safely down onto a Metropolis runway.

The reporters and emergency personnel were already waiting for them on the tarmac as the crew of the space plane orderly made their relieved exit as they had been trained to do in situations such as this. The camera flashes were nonstop as Peter floated above the crowd, quietly overseeing the evacuation of the downed plane. The photographers seemed to be especially, and understandably, fascinated by Silverstone's green and purple costume. The questions were shot at him on a rapid-fire basis as well:

"Who are you?"

"Are you affiliated with Superman?"

"Are you Superman?"

Peter merely smiled and gave a small wave to the crowd. Finally, the last of the crew came to the shuttle's door, and stopped, looking up at his rescuer. Peter could tell by the man's uniform that he was the captain of the space plane, and so he gently levitated towards him. "Nice flying brick you've got here, Captain...?"

The man chuckled a bit nervously and scratched his head. "Henshaw. Captain Hank Henshaw. Heh, yeah, we've still got a few bugs to work out with 'er." He extended his hand to Peter. "We owe you our lives, friend. I'm going to sound like a real woman here, but you're my hero. We can't thank you enough."

Peter laughed lightly and shrugged, while shaking Hank's hand. "You know that whole superhero thing. All in a day's work." With that, he turned in midair and began to fly away before hearing Hank ask one more thing.

"I think these ladies and gentlemen here would like to know a little something more about you," said Henshaw, gesturing towards the crowd of reporters. "For starters, what are we supposed to call you?"

Peter paused and thought for a moment before it occurred to him. The source of his power that was incorporated into his suit; a trick variation on his own real name - Perfect.

"You can call me Blackrock."

Peter softly set his feet on the floor of his study and closed the window behind him. This was only the third time he had gone out at night as the superhero 'Blackrock,' but Peter wasn't any less mortified of waking up his wife on his return home than he was the first time he had taken to the skies.

'Dammit, I have to tell Delilah sometime, before I get too far into this thing,' he thought to himself.

Peeling off his full face mask, the television set switched on at Peter's mental command and he sat down in his leather chair, watching the evening news. Another bank robbery just off Shuster Avenue, a hostage situation at 1938 Sullivan Street, some punk named Joseph Martin attempted suicide by jumping off a building, and finally, the Gimmick Train made another stop in Metropolis; a small robotic teddy bear carrying a payload of nitro-glycerine blew up an abortion clinic. Thankfully, no one was hurt in any of these outbursts: Thanks to the intervention of the mysterious Blackrock.

Peter didn't actually need the TV to hear the news reports, but there was just something special about really seeing the footage with his own two eyes, instead of just in his mind's eye.

The last of his costume removed, Silverstone took a moment to just look at the black rock that was laced underneath the torso of the outfit. The rock definitely had a bigger purpose than what United Broadcasting would've done with it, and now Peter Silverstone was fulfilling that purpose! They belonged together.

Smiling with satisfaction, Peter slid the costume into one of his cabinet drawers and locked it shut. It was time to go join his wife for a good night's sleep and then spend another day at his infuriating job in the morning.