The "World of Heroes" DC RPG Season VII

[Eddie Brock]

SUPERBOY

As Zach effortlessly immobilizes our opponents, I smile. He's come so far from what he was when we first met him. And I don't mean that just in reference to his powers. He's truly matured, even if he is a little given to selfish tendencies from time-to-time. I think we're all entitled to some, anyway. I open my mouth to say something when there's a crackling on our communicators.

"A little showy, Zach, don't you think?" the soft voice asks on the other side of the radio frequency. "Even for you," she adds quickly. I laugh softly as Zach shrugs.

"How's the view, Cass?" I ask into the communicator as I look to the sky. Using telescopic vision, I see a satellite orbiting Earth. Thanks to Tim's hookups and 'business' partners, he was able to set up a special control station in Titans Tower - a la Oracle's Watchtower. Back there, Cassie sits, monitoring us and keeping us posted.

Cassie laughs. "Crystal clear," she replies happily. "You guys did great. Man, Tim, your heartbeat barely even accelerated during all of that." On top of real-time satellite imaging, Cassie also has access to readouts displaying all of our vital signs. That way, if someone's pulse drops, we know something's wrong. It really is fascinating - even if a bit privacy-invading.

"Well, Zach brings up a good point," I announce. "I'm starving."

"Me, too."

"Powerboy," I laugh, shaking my newest friend's hand. This guy is unbelievable. Half the things he can do almost put him at Kryptonian-levels. It's nothing short of astonishing. He's totally a down-to-earth guy, too. "What took you so long?"

"Terrorist situation in Uganda," he explains casually. "You know how it is."

I nod distantly. "Unfortunately, I do."

"So. . .I heard something about eating?" Powerboy's smile lights up.
​

 

[Saved]

Rose flips up onto the rooftop, then once more as she slows her momentum. Her style had always been quick and agile thanks to the training from her father, but the training she experianced over the years time has only caused her stance and methods to be more honed, and as close to perfect as a human can get.

She rushes up to Conner, Powerboy and Zach as they stand around the beaten enemies. She lets out a long breath, and quickly gains control of her breathing. She smiles widely as she stares at Firefly's motionless body, his mind fast asleep. "You know, Zach," she starts, giving him a curious grin. "If you could've done that, it would have been helpful a few minutes ago."

Robin walks up behind Rose and joins the group, slowly catching his breath as his demeanor remains calm and collected. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise sounds and the members become cautious. Rose holds up her hand and reaches to her belt, motioning to the others that it is safe.

She pulls a phone out from a compartment on her hip. She looks at the screen on the front of the device, and lets out a sigh as she turns away from the group. "Sorry," she starts, flipping the phone open. "I gotta take this."

Rose puts the phone to her ear, and slowly slinks away from the group. As she reaches a far enough distance on the rooftop, she breaths in, and begins to speak. "I take it you're ready?" She asks in an emotionless voice.

"The docks." The voice responds coldly, it's tone deep and mysterious. "Two o'clock."

"It's always late with you, isn't it?" The man doesn't respond, and Rose rolls her eyes. "Alright, I'll be there."

"Don't be late." The man says suspiciously. The connection breaks off, and soon a disconected dial tone sounds through the speaker. Rose closes the phone shut, and places it back into the compartment on her leg. She turns around and walks back toward the group, a smile coming across her face. "So anyway," she says, shrugging off the phone call and drawing attention away from it. "We mentioned lunch?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

Did he just? Is Hal?

Whoa...what the hell?

"That's it!" I say as I shoot an arrow with rope on it into it's containment suit. I grab the rope and start to climb up his back.


"Spit my friend out!"

I grumble as I climb up on the blob's shoulder.

"I hate to see how he'd come out the other way..."

I look down and see something Chemo doesn't, a rope tied to one of the seats in the staduim and Connor holding the other tightly

"Ahh, crap. This is gonna hurt."

Before Chemo can fall over the tripwire and crush Ollie, something unexpected happens.

He explodes.

In a blast of emerald energy, Chemo's plastic and metal shell shatters, fragments sent flying all over the arena. Down below, Connor flinches, as if expecting to be doused in a collapsing wave of toxins. But they stay in place. In fact, the enormous form of Chemo remains intact. Only now it has a new shell. A green forcefield created by my ring.

I'm in control now. I float there, right in the beast's centre, where its heart would be if it were an organic, truly living thing. I'm protected by a forcefield of my own, the one my ring automatically generates around me to protect me from the hostile atmospheres of outer space and other planets. Or in this case, a bath of toxic waste.

"I think something he ate didn't agree with him."

The hand of my Chemo construct pulls Ollie off its shoulder, and dangles him unceremoniously by the back of his collar, letting him hang in front of me.

"Oh thank you for saving me, Green Arrow! I don't know what I would have done without you sitting on Chemo's shoulder and cursing."

 

[Saved]

Two Face ​

I sit in a chair resting in front of a finely crafted wooden desk. As I lean back in the chair, I flip the coin in my hand into the air. As it falls back into my palm, I immediately put it back on the top of my thumb and flip again, failing to look at the side it landed on.

I look around the room, it is my office. My new office, anyway. On fifty second and Eighth I found this building. Abandon, forsaken. It used to be a financial building, I can tell by the paper work left in some of the drawers. Here they calculated the odds, the probibilties, the precents, everything mathmatical for their company. It's not related to the law, but it'll do.

For a while now I have felt different. More in control. It's been a hell of a year. Almost a month after Batman's death, the mob made their way back in. Seems like Bruce was an omen, a warning to these criminals. With him gone...they thought it was okay to just waltz back in.

I did the best I could with my mob power, but sadly, not many bosses have respect for someone who says "You can't do this" or "get out of my city." Needless to say, I'm enemy number one with a lot of these crooks. But as bad as they all are. As ruthless and evil as these law breakers act, none of them are as bad as Rupert Thorne.

Weeks after his arrival in Gotham, his men steal from the Gotham mint. Then, a week later, they rob a storage house for Wayne Enterprises. They even got a prototype model, and sold it to another company. Now, Wayne tech is out millions, and it's all because of Thorne. I intend to bring him down. I plan on doing it hard.

Harvey...I hear him speak, killing the peaceful silence. Harvey, we haven't talked in a while, he tells me with a sincere tone. I close my eyes and continue to flip the coin. I don't want to see his face. I just don't.

Harvey, why haven't we talked, huh? It feels like ages.

I haven't talked to you, because we have nothing to discuss.

Oh, we have a lot to discuss. Like you and that coin. I open my eyes, and suddenly, I find myself staring right at him. I see his face in the glass pane to the door. Dammit...why did I have to open my eyes?

Nothing to talk about? He questions, his nasty scars putrid and sickening. Harvey, we have lots to talk about. Like the coin, he starts, pointing to it as I flip it into the air. You haven't been using it as often. Why's that?

I catch the coin in my hand, and hold it tightly between my fingers. I haven't used it because I haven't had need for it. After all, I've only been compiling evidence for Gordon and plotting a siege on Thorne's warehouse for a month or two.

Yeah, Harvey. That's what I mean. Why are you helping Gordon? Isn't it his fault you're like this? Isn't it his fault that your life went to hell? I scowl at him as he looks back at me with a twisted smile. Come on, he says enticing me. You know I'm right.

Gordon used to be my friend, I tell him in a loud tone. He's the law. I figure if I help Gordon, he can help me. I look away from him and stare at the coin in my hand. I look at its scarred side. The blackened tone, the tarnish and the cracks in the metal. I run my finger over it and feel the jagged pieces on it cut my skin.

Help you do what, Harvey? He asks with a grin. You want to be changed? You want your perfect face back, huh? He holds up his hand and waves it back and forth at me. No, I don't think you do. You had the chance at a normal life. Remember? A year ago in the hospital? But that didn't take, did it, Harvey? Neither did the countless hours of therapy we went through at Arkham. No, no, I just kept coming back. You know why? Because I am you, Harvey. And you can't EVER get rid of me.

Suddenly I look up. I stare right into his bloodshot eyes and look deep into the red pupils. "I've got it all planned out, alright?" I growl in anger. "We flipped for this, remember? I'm in control. We're doing things my way." He turns around and laughs. I hear footsteps, and I watch as he seems to walk away.

For now, he chuckles. I'll be watching, Harv. Right here. He points to his head, tapping the seared flesh lightly. I blink quickly, and suddenly, he is gone. I don't hear his voice anymore, his annoying tone no longer resonating in my head. He no longer looks at me from the reflections. I can look about freely, without concern or consequence.

I let out a deep sigh and try to relax a bit. I'm alone right now. It's just me and my thoughts. But how long can it stay like this? Am I truly stuck with him for an eternity? Can I do something to change things...if I do infact want to change at all.

I lean back in the chair and inhale slowly. These are complicated thoughts; things to be thought another day. Soon, night will be on Gotham City. Soon, Thorne's men will begin their evils and crimes. I'll be ready for them. I'll be waiting.

 

[wiegeabo]

I touch down in the arctic, grabbing my injured shoulder. My ring tells me it's dislocated. I already knew that. I've had many dislocated shoulders. I turn my head and spit out a wad of blood. It contrasts against the blinding white ice and snow.

It's been a long year. The League's been busy. And not just against those with powers. The world went to hells for a while there. Once word got out that Batman had fallen, everyone seemed to think it was open season. That they could do whatever they wanted because they could take us out too.

They were wrong of course. But it didn't stop them from trying.

So here I am, looking up at the entrance to the Hall of Justice. Wounded after dealing with Grodd's latest scheme, and wanting nothing more than to get some rest. In fact, I've been thinking of taking up residence here. I've been invited, but never really felt like it would be right.

But I'm tired. Tired of not having a place to stay. Of being the permanent visitor on this world, constantly roaming like some kind of nomad. So I walk into the Hall, not sure who's on duty today. I decide to walk towards the control room before heading to the infirmary.

"Hello?" I say loudly. "Is anyone here?"

 

[SuperFerret]

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"​

I stare into the red angry eyes of my double, his face twisted in a scowl, blaming me for events long past. My fists clench as he continues his tirade.

"All of Mars, every man, woman and child, dead. DEAD! All because of you, J'onn J'onzz. You and your damned inaction. You should have interfered, you should have stepped up and helped your family when it needed you most!"

"'I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything but watch them die. I felt so helpless. So useless.'"

My double stares at me coldly, not a hint of sympathy or compassion in his visage.

"And that's what you are, USELESS! You call yourself a Manhunter!? You are pathetic, and your new charge, this planet Earth, will also die, and you J'onn J'onzz will do nothing but stand by and watch."

"No.."

"Yes. You are useless, and because of that you will suffer forever."

I continue to stare angrily at my reflection, mulling over the argument I just had within my thoughts. These mood swings have been getting worse with each passing month, and more and more I doubt my initial suspicion that they're due to my absence from the League last year. An absence that may have indirectly led to Batman's death.

I turn the knobs on the sink and splash cool water onto my face. "What is happening to you?" I ask aloud, absorbing the water through my skin as I glance back up at myself in the mirror.

My mind grows alert as I sense someone entering the Hall. Sinestro. I shake off my self-doubts, knowing that the veteran Green Lantern was perceptive enough to notice even a small difference in the emotions of other people, even those as stoic as myself. I phase through the floor to go meet him.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

I float up through the floor, materializing in front of Sinestro. "You know, I recall a day that I would have scrambled to raise the alarms at the arrival of Sinestro to the Justice League's Headquarters," I say, raising my eyebrow, "rather than greeting him with a friendly handshake." I smile and offer my hand in welcome.

 

[Byrd Man]

The hand of my Chemo construct pulls Ollie off its shoulder, and dangles him unceremoniously by the back of his collar, letting him hang in front of me.

"Oh thank you for saving me, Green Arrow! I don't know what I would have done without you sitting on Chemo's shoulder and cursing."

I cross my arms and look at Hal through slit eyes.

"Hardy har har. How about putting me down, smart ass?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

I cross my arms and look at Hal through slit eyes.

"Hardy har har. How about putting me down, smart ass?"

"Happy to oblige, buddy."

I sit Ollie down on the arena turf, as my giant Chemo construct takes a few steps back. It extends its hand, and a green beam extends from it. The various fragments of Chemo's living plastic shell are drawn to it, and locked up in a seperate forcefield.

"I'll be back in a jiffy."

In a flash, I warp to Oa. There, I hand over the fragments of Chemo's shell, as well as his gooey insides, to be stored in containers distributed across several different sciencells. The thing has a knack for regeneratation, best keeping it in little bits.

Then, with another flash, I warp back to the arena. I'd travelled across the universe, but I've just been gone a little over a minute. No Chemo construct anymore, as the toxins have been safely contained. Just plain old Hal. I land next to Ollie, slapping him on the back.

"Good to see you, old man. Still make a good team, huh? I'm heading over to the JLA meeting, the...umm, the memorial. I'm picking up Dinah along the way. You wanna hitch a ride too?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Good to see you, old man. Still make a good team, huh? I'm heading over to the JLA meeting, the...umm, the memorial. I'm picking up Dinah along the way. You wanna hitch a ride too?"

I tip my hat back and give Hal and sideways look.

"I don't trust you with my lady, Flyboy. If you're gonna pick her up I'm going with."

Connor walks up to the two of us with his bow back on his back.

"Hal and I have some JLA stuff to do, I shouldn't be gone too long."

"That's fine. I should have no problem eating all of the chilli by myself."

I pat Connor on the shoulder and look at Hal.

"Ready when you are, buddy."

 

[wiegeabo]

I continue to stare angrily at my reflection, mulling over the argument I just had within my thoughts. These mood swings have been getting worse with each passing month, and more and more I doubt my initial suspicion that they're due to my absence from the League last year. An absence that may have indirectly led to Batman's death.

I turn the knobs on the sink and splash cool water onto my face. "What is happening to you?" I ask aloud, absorbing the water through my skin as I glance back up at myself in the mirror.

My mind grows alert as I sense someone entering the Hall. Sinestro. I shake off my self-doubts, knowing that the veteran Green Lantern was perceptive enough to notice even a small difference in the emotions of other people, even those as stoic as myself. I phase through the floor to go meet him.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

I float up through the floor, materializing in front of Sinestro. "You know, I recall a day that I would have scrambled to raise the alarms at the arrival of Sinestro to the Justice League's Headquarters," I say, raising my eyebrow, "rather than greeting him with a friendly handshake." I smile and offer my hand in welcome.

I grunt at the Manhunter's offered hand. And at how true his comment about me is. I tilt my head towards my shoulder. "I would shake, but, seeing as how my shoulder is not longer in it's socket..."

"You wouldn't happen to know how to run the equipment in the infirmary?"

 

[SuperFerret]

I grunt at the Manhunter's offered hand. And at how true his comment about me is. I tilt my head towards my shoulder. "I would shake, but, seeing as how my shoulder is not longer in it's socket..."

"You wouldn't happen to know how to run the equipment in the infirmary?"

"Oh." I say, until now unaware of Sinestro's injuries, "Of course, follow me. I'll help to ease the pain" I lead him to the infirmary, reaching out with my mind to the pain receptors in his brain, numbing them slightly.

 

[wiegeabo]

"Oh." I say, until now unaware of Sinestro's injuries, "Of course, follow me. I'll help to ease the pain" I lead him to the infirmary, reaching out with my mind to the pain receptors in his brain, numbing them slightly.

I feel the pain easing, and relief washes over me as I follow him. But then I realize what's happening and suddenly stop, boosting my ring's telepathic shielding. "No, that's...!" I hurredly say before slowing myself down. "...alright. I can deal with the pain. Telepathy makes me...uncomfortable. You understand."

"But, I do appreciate the help." We arrive at infirmary and I walk over towards the equipment the Manhunter leads me to.

 

[SuperFerret]

I feel the pain easing, and relief washes over me as I follow him. But then I realize what's happening and suddenly stop, boosting my ring's telepathic shielding. "No, that's...!" I hurredly say before slowing myself down. "...alright. I can deal with the pain. Telepathy makes me...uncomfortable. You understand."

I nod, breaking the telepathic contact. "All too much."

"But, I do appreciate the help." We arrive at infirmary and I walk over towards the equipment the Manhunter leads me to.

I lead Sinestro to one of the beds we have ready for the inevitable casualties that follows the Justice League like an aura. I gesture to the bed, moving to the nearest control panel, accessing the appropriate medical programs.

"Lay here, and we'll work on how to get that shoulder reset, as well as do some routine x-rays to check for any hidden injuries."

 

[The Question]

IC: Jimmy Olsen

The young lady straddled Jimmy and began french kissing him quite passionately. In all honesty, she was running mostly on caffein, rum, and extacy at the time, something Jimmy tried not to hold too many illusions about. The situation was quite awkward. What made it more awkward, besides the fact that the girl in question was wearing clothes and make up modeled after The Joker, was when her boyfriend, a six foot five man with considerable muscle mass wearing a skin tight Harley Quinn costume, pulled his lady friend off of Jimmy, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him to the front of the club, proceeding to toss him out of the front door a good five feet onto the side walk.

The non-gender specific clown shouted "AND STAY OUT!" a cliche that, despite being in pain, Jimmy could still appreciate.

Jimmy stood, dusting off his pants, and looked up at the broken neon "Chaney's" sign over the club's door.

That went slightly better than last time, Jimmy thought to himself.

He had been trying to get into the club for three months. Over the past year, his big project, aside from his normal assignments from the Planet, was a series of photo essays on day to day life in Metropolis and all of the incredibly unique aspects of the city and it's culture. A big part of this was Metropolis' metahuman population, which, with the presence of Superman, Lexcorp, and the B-13 technology, had risen steadily over the past 15 years. Chaney's was a popular spot for the city's metas, alien immigrants, and counter-cultural types. It was somewhat infamous for having the patronage made up of some of the seedier superhuman characters in the city. Many had come to town to challenge The Man of Steel in The City of Tomorrow, but quickly realized they were much better off hiring out their skills to dealers and other disreputable types in need of security. More still were natives who, either by exposure to the B-13 virus or some Lexcorp experiment that "got out of hand," or one of the many alien life forms who choose Metropolis as their home away from home, were empowered and felt more inclined to run drugs or pull of small time cons than fight a never ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way.

For various, obvious reasons, Jimmy wasn't the type they normally let in.

He realized it would be difficult, and wasn't surprised when the bouncers simply turned him away at the door. But after a few more nights of standing in line for hours simply to be given the boot, and managing to strike up a friendly conversation or two, the bouncers took something of a liking to Jimmy, and respected his refusing to give up. He also used quite a bit of the money he got from secretly selling much of the gold on his friend Lucas' WoW account to slip them a few fifty dollar bills.

The next obstacle was the patrons, which Jimmy had thought he'd taken care of. The several nights he spent in line allowed him to get to know several of the regulars, and while he was hardly the life and soul of the party, he was fairly certain there were enough people there who could tolerate him that he would be relatively safe inside.

He did not count on The Jokerz.

Ever since The Batman suddenly stopped being sighted in Gotham City, the subsequent rumors of his death, and the complete disappearance of The Joker, many of The Joker's former minions, and the many of his teenage fanboys and girls from across New Jersey (the types he would recruit when his manpower got too low), migrated from the Garden State to Metropolis, where a small gang had all but made Chaney's their home. They did not like Jimmy. Or anyone, for that matter.

Jimmy walked down the street at a brisk pace, appropriate for a neighborhood called "Suicide Slum," and looked to hail a cab. He was slightly let down, yes, but not discouraged. He knew he would get photos of the Chaney's interior eventually, simply because he refused to give up, which was mainly because the essay series kind of fell apart without them. Besides, he had slightly more pressing matters on his mind. He had a party to plan.

His birthday was in two days.

 

[Saved]

Two Face​

It's dark. Silence continues in a monotonous quiet, no noises to hear except the sound of my own lungs as they breath the musty air. Today, I am alone. I feel nothing now. I feel only myself and my thoughts. It's an eerie feeling, one of which I am not used to. I know he's watching me, even in his absence he finds ways to haunt me.

As I sit in the swiveling chair, I tap my hands together. The fingertips touch eachother, and pull away, only to touch one another once more. I let out a heavy sigh as I think about my fight for Gotham. My crussade of nobility.

I look at the clock mounted on the wall at the far end of the room. Five o'clock. Only a few hours to go before the siege. In anxiousness, I rise from my chair and walk about the room. I stick my hands in my pocket as I try to gain control of my restlessness. I am nervous, excited, and disgusted. All I have seen in this year. Gotham's best and Gotham's worst. Honestly, I don't know which is more frightening.

My mind drifts back to my most recent encounter, one of which I am not sure will happen again. The fight was short but vigorous. I was reckless, and lazy. I should have been aware. I should have accounted for it. Bruce would've. I know that much.

I close my eyes as I slowly step forward, and I slip back into the past. I remember every moment from that day. The smell of the air, the look of the place around me. The taste of blood in my mouth, the cold air on my scarred and tattered skin. I can still hear his voice growling at me. His angry mission of vengeance and paranoia insane and irrational. He was a killer, a murderer. He deserves justice. Something I owe him. Something I hope to give him one day.

...

 

[wiegeabo]

I nod, breaking the telepathic contact. "All too much."



I lead Sinestro to one of the beds we have ready for the inevitable casualties that follows the Justice League like an aura. I gesture to the bed, moving to the nearest control panel, accessing the appropriate medical programs.

"Lay here, and we'll work on how to get that shoulder reset, as well as do some routine x-rays to check for any hidden injuries."

As the Martian indicates the bed, I just stand there. "There's no need for all that." My ring brings up a life-sized scan of my injury. "I've had worse."

I look around and listen, but hear no one else. "Where is everybody? Are you the only one on duty?"

 

[MaskedManJRK]

HUSH
​

I sit in my chair, in my new hideout, working out my new plans. For the past year, I've been silent, building up my connections and waiting for the perfect opportunity. It's mostly been a success, except for...​

One Week Ago
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"Would you like to see my instrements, old friend?" I asked him after I pistol-whipped him for the twelth time. If I hit him any more with it, his face would have been crushed, and I didn't want to do that so early. It was getting boring anyway.

I walk behind him, strapped in his hospital bed--so helpless, so completely and utterly at my mercy--and picked up an old-fashioned doctor's bag. I placed the bag on the wooden, movable table on the bed and opened it up, revealing all my tools. I take them out and tell the man their names.

The stethascope.

The tongue compressors.

The needles.

The drugs.

"And, my personal favorite," I say, pulling it out, "the scalpel." I gripped it firm in my hand and slashed at the right side of the man's face. He bit his tongue so that he wouldn't cry. Perfect. I like it when they play "hard to get."

"You remember this one, don't you, my friend?" I took the scalpel, fresh with his blood, over to the other side of his face and so softly scratched at the other side of his face--his perfect side of his face. "You were out cold when you two met, but you remember what you saw after the Scalpel and I were finished, don't you? I still consider it some of my finest work--plastic surgery was never my strongest area, but, I guess I was inspired that day.

"I took your...grotesque features, and I created beauty there again." My hand shook and the Scalpel started to go into my friend's untouched side. "Beauty." I thought of that concept--what I did to change my friend's life, what I would do with my Scalpel later, and the Scalpel dug deeper into the man's skin. "They say that it is far easier to destroy then create. Let's find out, shall we?"

I pulled the Scalpel out of my friend's face and wiped the blood off with his white sheets. I got close to his face and smiled under my bandages.

"I'm going to do what I did before, my friend--my betrayer--my dear Harvey." I sliced again at his unscarred side, on his cheek.

"I'm going to make both sides match."​

 

[Catman_prb]

"So anyway," she says, shrugging off the phone call and drawing attention away from it. "We mentioned lunch?"

Tim eyed Rose as she took her phonecall away from the group. She obviously didn't want them to know something. He would have assumed it was the fact that she was all over Zach every two minutes, but being one of the world's greatest detectives did have its advantages in that area. But Zach didn't appear to be on the phone at this moment, so he decided it must be something else. So he smiled, something he was doing more and more often these days.

"Where do you want to go? It's on me," he said "Millionaire's treat,"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Tim eyed Rose as she took her phonecall away from the group. She obviously didn't want them to know something. He would have assumed it was the fact that she was all over Zach every two minutes, but being one of the world's greatest detectives did have its advantages in that area. But Zach didn't appear to be on the phone at this moment, so he decided it must be something else. So he smiled, something he was doing more and more often these days.

"Where do you want to go? It's on me," he said "Millionaire's treat,"

Zachary Zatara
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"Actually," I begin, looking over the group. The new girl, Megan, she's cool. I don't like Powerboy, though. I have a bad feeling about him. Then again, I might just be jealous of his muscles and dashing good looks. "..It'll be on me. Magician's treat." I smile and wink at Tim, who looks just a tad disgruntled, before I teleport all of us, to a beautiful little restaraunt in Rome.

Yes, THAT Rome.

I took the precaution, of course, of morphing our costumes into civilian clothing. "Magic does have it's up sides, you know."​

 

[Catman_prb]

I took the precaution, of course, of morphing our costumes into civilian clothing. "Magic does have it's up sides, you know."​

"Really? I was under the impression you were just posturing,"Tim said, smoothing down the black jacket that was draped around a black shirt.

"Nice choice by the way. My kind of colour," he said, giving a sparkling grin. Something he'd been practicing since being shoved into the media spotlight. Being the 19 year old heir to a multimillion fortune and having a large share in a very important company tended to do that to you. Especially if you were officially single. He looked at the astounded waiter who was standing in the doorway.

"Tabella per sei, per favore," he said in flawless italian.

 

[Saved]

"Really? I was under the impression you were just posturing,"Tim said, smoothing down the black jacket that was draped around a black shirt.

"Nice choice by the way. My kind of colour," he said, giving a sparkling grin. Something he'd been practicing since being shoved into the media spotlight. Being the 19 year old heir to a multimillion fortune and having a large share in a very important company tended to do that to you. Especially if you were officially single. He looked at the astounded waiter who was standing in the doorway.

"Tabella per cinque, per favore," he said in flawless italian.

"Nice place," Rose said, looking around the room. She looks down at her clothes, noticing the wardrobe one of her secret boyfriends chose for her. Tight jeans, hugging her legs closely. Adoring her torso she word a tanktop, cut at the midriff in the color red. She looked over to Zach, and shot him a look. "Why am I not surprised..."

 

[SenseiofCheese]

"Nice place," Rose said, looking around the room. She looks down at her clothes, noticing the wardrobe one of her secret boyfriends chose for her. Tight jeans, hugging her legs closely. Adoring her torso she word a tanktop, cut at the midriff in the color red. She looked over to Zach, and shot him a look. "Why am I not surprised..."

Zatara
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I look over at Rose, giving her body a once over. Grinning, I turn to Power Boy, who I put in clothes that are visibly one or two sizes too big. "Just be thankful I didn't dress big'un here in that."

We all begin walking to the table the waiter's showing us to. When we get to it, I run up in front and pull out Megan's chair for her.

"There you go, my beautiful friend." I say with the most charming smile I can muster.

God bless her, she blushes a little. She's wearing a particularly fetching green dress that clings onto her shoulders and cascades down to her legs. "Thank you, Zachary."​

 

[Catman_prb]

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I look over at Rose, giving her body a once over. Grinning, I turn to Power Boy, who I put in clothes that are visibly one or two sizes too big. "Just be thankful I didn't dress big'un here in that." ​

We all begin walking to the table the waiter's showing us to. When we get to it, I run up in front and pull out Megan's chair for her.​

"There you go, my beautiful friend." I say with the most charming smile I can muster.​

God bless her, she blushes a little. She's wearing a particularly fetching green dress that clings onto her shoulders and cascades down to her legs. "Thank you, Zachary."​

Tim rolled his eyes.

"I thought Con was meant to be the one with the smouldering eyes," he said dryly. He briefly considered pulling out Rose's chair, but decided that she wouldn't appreciate the gesture and sat himself down. Megan blushed a deeper shade of red.

"It's a joke," he said, raising his hands "Just a joke,"

 

[trustyside-kick]

He plays with his daughter as he does every morning before he venturs out through Atlantica, tending to his duties. It always makes the bad dreams all but forgotten each time he plays with Kym after a hard night of trying to sleep peacefully. While the duties of the King have been passed down to Garth, Garth has still found things for Orin to help him with; of course Orin doesn't mind them. He sort of waves his index finger slowly, back and forth before Kym's face, and she does her best to catch it. A smile comes upon his face, and Mera's as she enters thebedroom chamber.

"Sometimes I think she could never tire of you. You play the same old game with her, every morning, and each time it is as if it is the first time."

Mera walks up, kissing Orin on the forehead, and he looks up to her; their eyes meet. Kym finally grabs Orin's finger, and Mera giggles.

"She's got a strong grip."

"That is because of you. Your strength has no doubt been handed down to her. Just as..."

Mera's hand runs down Orin's shoulder as she stands behind him. Eventually it makes it down to his left pectoral. Orin's freehand caps Mera's as his eyes remained fixated on his smiling daughter.

"...your heart."

Picking up Kym, and handing her over to her mother, Orin gets up and swims over to the dresser. He opens the drawer, taking out his thick, heavy, orange scaled-armor shirt. Slipping it on he swims over to Mera and Kym just as he is about to leave.

"Mera. In this sometimes gray and dark world...sometimes I don't know what I'd do without the two of you. It is you two...that put the blue back in the sky and back into the ocean."

Orin departs, swimming out of the balcony of their bedroom chamber and ventures out of the city limits of Poseidonis. Today he does not leave to tend to matters concerning Poseidonis or the greater Atlantica. Today he heads north, to the arctic.

Swimming at his top speed, Orin is most definitely making great timing. He is already halfway there. But something comes over him: tire and fatigue. This lack of sleep is consuming him daily. It is as though he has been completely dehydrated even though he is completely submerged. He tries to stay awake, but his eyes slowly shut, as he body continues to soar through the water from the great speeds as his body shuts down.

But this moment of blissful sleep is short. For what always happens, happens now.

The mere flashes of the fragmented dream startled Orin and he quickly wakes up. In his wandering off, he collides into an iceberg, crashing into its thick, hard, icy surface. He slowly gets up, overlooking the distance.

"Orm."

He looks to his left, the Hall of Justice not too far that direction. But then he looks down at his mystical water hand. Staring at the palm of said hand, he clenches it tightly. But he shrugs off his initial thoughts, diving back into the water, and swimming.

Today is a special day. Today, the Justice League of American honor their lost friend: Batman. Orin must pay his respects to the memorial.

He makes his ways into the tall, grande doors, dripping wet from the journey. He walks down the corridors of the hall, and finds two fellow JLAers waiting: J'onn J'onnz, the Martian Manhunter, and Sinestro, former Green Lantern.

"Hello, J'onn. Hello, Sinestro. I trust I am not too late? Where are the others?"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Johnny Sorrow
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This is the King of Tears.

A being so horrible in nature it made the Spectre shed tears. It wants nothing more than to enter our world and consume it. And it's well within it's power to do so. There is one catch, however. The King is weak. And in it's weakened state, it does not have the power to cross over unaided. It needs help.

This is Johnny Sorrow.

He's going to help.

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"Home sweet home." Sorrow croaked, sneering, as he looked over the city of Fawcett. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Quite disgusting.

"You should be honored." Sorrow glared through his scarlet mask, intangible and practically invisible from the multitudes of people passing by the alley in which he stood. "This city will serve as the starting point for our King's triumphant return." ​