The 'World of Heroes: DC Style" RPG Season II

[Dwarf lord]

OOC: I have to go to bed, I have things to do tomorrow. I'll be back tomorrow night to continue the story.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

“Hahahahaha. So, you fools are finally starting to organize. It has taken you long enough”, says Mordru as he watches the happenings in the Watchtower via a mystical scrying mirror.
“It seems your friends are starting to get their act together, Hector. Too bad it will avail them nothing.”

Mordru rose to his feet and began to leave the room, “I guess it is time to prepare ourselves as well.”

As he reaches the door, Mordru turns his head and looks at the nook in the wall, “Don’t fret, Hector. Soon you will be the last hero alive.”

Mordru leaves his private chamber, and makes his way to the Terminator.
“Deathstroke, let me see your sword and your armor.”

 

[Tropico]

OOC: Why? Did I miss a post with you taking out cameras?

OOC:Shade had blacked out the camera in the room before 'porting in. Deathstroke had disabled the system before we 'ported to our individual targets before going to Bart.

 

[Supergirl]

OOC: Oops I did miss that Oh, well Mid-Nite is still here, he can shed light on the identity of the unknown from a brief description... yes I know, that was a very corny pun...

 

[twylight]

OOC: Damn, this arc is flying now...

OOC: Only for the hero's with superspeed and flight.

Flash-"Done."

*And with that I'm in the clocktower. I moved so fast I didn't even remember using the teleporter...huh.*

Oracle-"OH! Wally, I really wish you'd stop doing that."
Flash-"Sorry Barb. Emergency. Can't say much because honestly we're all as clueless as you are. We need as much info as we can possibly find on Black Adam and Deathstroke. I'm talkin' anal cavity search here. We need to know where they've been and what they've been doing. We also need information on the Titans Tower, the attack on it, and everyone involved. Witnesses, home vidoes, whatever, just do it. Something reeks here and we're getting down to the bottom of it. Bart died in that battle and damn it, we're going to get justice."

Dinah was leaning over the computer next to Babs when she saw a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. Spinning around in position she relaxed once she saw it was Flash.

"OH! Wally, I really wish you'd stop doing that."

"Wally!" She caught herself when she saw his serious expression.

"Sorry Barb. Emergency. Can't say much because honestly we're all as clueless as you are. We need as much info as we can possibly find on Black Adam and Deathstroke. I'm talkin' anal cavity search here. We need to know where they've been and what they've been doing. We also need information on the Titans Tower, the attack on it, and everyone involved. Witnesses, home vidoes, whatever, just do it. Something reeks here and we're getting down to the bottom of it. Bart died in that battle and damn it, we're going to get justice."

Dinah didn't see Babs expression. But she was certain it was a reflection of her own.
"Bart..." He was so young, and it made her feel so helpless.
As the reality sank in she worried about something else.

"Is Mia okay? Is she okay, Wally?""

Not waiting for the answer and seeing Babs turn and start typing Dinah pulled up a chair and got to work on the other computer. She wasn't as good as Babs but she had helped set up the computer for the JLA, once upon a time.

Her fingers froze above the keyboard after a few strokes.

"You're not going to find any surveillance tapes for Titans Tower."

She turned to see Babs and Wally's quizzical looks.

She explained thinking as she went.
"Deathstroke is strategically minded, like our own Batman. He would have cut the feed on any surveillance cameras in the area of action."
She paused
"Wait, Titans Tower, why wouldn't he want to be on film? He would have wanted to be on film attacking the Titans, their our children, attacking them and..killing one is cause for him to gloat, and Black Adam is a glory hound as well. Unless there was someone with them they didn't want seen."

Seeing Wally's bland look she guessed that they already had confirmation on a third person. But didn't know who it was, hence them asking Babs to find the security camera footage

"I suggest calling Mid-Night." She said, smiling when she said the name.

Standing she said "Flash if you're going back to the Watchtower, I'd like to come with you. Unless you need some help here on their location." She turned to Babs.

OOC: If I'm bending the comic book histories too much or I'm portraying ayone out of character, let me know and I'll fix it.
But it's all I can come up with to smooth things over with the whole tape thing and Dr. Mid-Night.
Its the best I can do after a night of a cat moaning and yelling all night next to me.

 

[Savage]

OOC: Nah, ya did good.

IC:Flash-"Sure. The more the merrier. Oracle's got our backs down here. She'll alert us when she gets something.
:Clicks head piece:
"Watchtower: Transport--
:Watchtower:
"..two...huh
*It happened again...Can't stop to think now.*
"Okay, we've gotta get a move on. We don't have time to search for Mid-nite seeing as you don't have superspeed and I can't just pick the guy up and bring him here.
"Midnite, Flash, lobby, now."

 

[Harlekin]

"What is your need of them wizard?" Deathstroke replies as he hands over his sword "I've been thinking about the enchantments you cast on them earlier. How far is your range with them?"

 

[Nightwing]

OOC: Nah, ya did good.

IC:Flash-"Sure. The more the merrier. Oracle's got our backs down here. She'll alert us when she gets something.
:Clicks head piece:
"Watchtower: Transport--
:Watchtower:
"..two...huh
*It happened again...Can't stop to think now.*
"Okay, we've gotta get a move on. We don't have time to search for Mid-nite seeing as you don't have superspeed and I can't just pick the guy up and bring him here.
"Midnite, Flash, lobby, now."

OOC: need any other heroes for this arc? its just J'onn is looking for something to do and i dont mind taggin along if ya quickly fill me in on whats happenin

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"What is your need of them wizard?" Deathstroke replies as he hands over his sword "I've been thinking about the enchantments you cast on them earlier. How far is your range with them?"

“It will take a bit of time, but I can make those enchantments permanent”, replies the Dark Lord. “We will be fighting some powerful foes; you will need your armor enchanted as well.”

 

[Harlekin]

”Thank you Mordru, I’d like you to make the proper arrangements. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a daughter I need to check up on.” Deathstroke said, handing over armor and sword, before he turned towards the door that led to his daughter’s room.

Walking down the stairs, the Terminator’s mind wondered to his children and family. Rose was all that he left now. He’d killed all the others. At least she was alright now, recuperating here in the Tower of Fate, or rather Mordru.

He’d love her till the end of time, like he did all the others. From his belt, Slade took a photo of him, Joseph and Addie, when the madness hadn’t yet started. He only carried the photos of the once he had to bury. He had them all, Grant, Wade, Wintergreen, Addie and Joseph. He hoped that he would never have to add Rose to that list.

He knew that hope was futile.

You didn’t survive being a Wilson.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

“Very good.”
With that, Mordru turns to take his leave back to his private chamber to augment Slade’s gear, which is quietly floating behind the wizard surrounded in a light green aura.

 

[Tropico]

"If I may, Lord Mordru, a moment of you time. From the information you have given us of the "heroes" organizing I think it would be prudent for me to also carry a little added protection. I have a little errand to run and think it would be prudent to have some protection from psychic intrusion. Is there something that you could do in that department?"- asked the Shade as Mordru had started to leave.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mordru considers the Shade’s question for a few moments before answering. “Hmm…I suppose I could place a mystical barrier over your mind. It will not shield you completely, but it will give you a strong defense against psychic attack.”
With that said, the Dark Lord holds out his right arm and spreads his fingers directly in front of the Shade’s face, and begins to chant under his breath.
A few seconds later, Mordru lowers his arm and says, “There. It is done. You should feel a slight tingle in your head. Almost like a feather’s touch. It will pass in a few moments. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
Mordru spins back around and enters the door to his private chamber with the armor and sword of Deathstroke in tow. As the door slams shut, it disappears completely, leaving only an empty wall once again.

 

[Savage]

OOC: need any other heroes for this arc? its just J'onn is looking for something to do and i dont mind taggin along if ya quickly fill me in on whats happenin

OOC: Sure man, join in. I'm suprised no-one has called you in yet actually.

 

[Nightwing]

OOC: so whats happenin?what can i do?

 

[Savage]

OOC: Just go up to Superman for what to do. He's assuming leadership on this whole thing.

 

[twylight]

OOC: Nah, ya did good.

IC:Flash-"Sure. The more the merrier. Oracle's got our backs down here. She'll alert us when she gets something.
:Clicks head piece:
"Watchtower: Transport--
:Watchtower:
"..two...huh
*It happened again...Can't stop to think now.*
"Okay, we've gotta get a move on. We don't have time to search for Mid-nite seeing as you don't have superspeed and I can't just pick the guy up and bring him here.
"Midnite, Flash, lobby, now."

Dinah gave Babs a smile, "Call if you need me." She motioned to her comm, as she and Wally faded away.

In an instant she surveyed the inside of the Watchtower. "Pretty spiffy..oh and hey." She pointed towards Wally's head. "I want one of those."

She followed him down the hall.

"Okay, we've gotta get a move on. We don't have time to search for Mid-nite seeing as you don't have superspeed and I can't just pick the guy up and bring him here."

"Please, don't comment on my age, when you get old you get slower." She said making a face at him.

"Have you contacted J'onn? He's handy to have around."
"Might as well get the rest of the old crew in on this."

 

[Nightwing]

OOC: Im assuming hes in the tower

IC: J'onn walked to the main control room and saw Superman staring at monitors. His fists were on his hips. The typical stance the man of steel took. "So Clark what's the situation?"

 

[Savage]

Flash-"Not a bad idea. :into earpiece: J'onn, I need you in the lobby...:To Canary:...Wait, what are we doing in the lobby? Everyone's in the control room. :earpiece:scratch that. You, Midnite, and everyone you can get in contact with. Emergency meeting, control room, now. :Canary: Let's go."


EDIT: Damn, posted it late. Just pretend Nightwing's post is after mine.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The armor and sword are placed within a small circle of runes on the floor. Incense burns in the corner. Incense that reeks of dead things. A bowl of the blood of an angel sits in front of Mordru, as the Dark Lord sits, Indian style, chanting with his eyes closed.
As he chants, the armor and sword glow with a greenish fire that burns hot, but does not harm the equipment. As the din of the Dark Lord’s chant increases, Mordru opens his eyes suddenly. In one fluid stroke, he dips his hands in the bowl of blood, scoops up a handful, and splashes it onto the armor. The blood sizzles and burns as it hits the armor, and jet black smoke wafts up from it. The runes flap off of the floor as though they were a feather in a breeze, and slowly fall into place on the armor and sword. Mordru’s chant softens once again as the final rune lands on the sword and burns its mark into the blade. He raises the bowl of angel blood to his lips, and takes a deep drink. It is a sweet wine to the Dark Lord. He smiles evilly and wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand, and then rises to his feet. The armor in the chalk circle glows faintly.
“That is true power, Hector. The power of chaos.”
Hector Hall replies, but Mordru pays him no heed. The Dark Lord flicks a finger, and the gear of the Terminator slowly and silently rises from the floor and follows behind him, as he heads to his chamber’s door.

He walks through the door, but, instead of the main room, it takes him to young Rose’s chamber, where Deathstroke sits.

“Your equipment is finished, Deathstroke”, says the Dark Lord as the armor and sword float and land at the mercenary’s feet.

 

[Harlekin]

OOC: Yes, AC/DC rocks your socks.

IC:

If you're havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in his debt
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey
I lead a life of crime

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap

“Don’t you think you’d better get back to the Titans?”
“Damn them, Terminator. They’re sanctimonious do-gooders. I just wanna kill ‘em all.
“How much longer do I have to play this game?”
”Untill I know all their secrets. By the way, kid – ixnay on the make-up. Cute girl super-heroes aren’t caught dead in it.”

You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start - fella
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Just make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap

”Now father has a job to do.” Deathstroke said as he reached under the Ravager’s bed and grabbed a package from underneath it. Taking away the packaging, Slade took out an almost exact replica of the Batman uniform.

”You have done well, my daughter. You have certainly done well.” Slade said, looking over to the sleeping Rose. Before she went off to kill Lian she did another job for him. He didn’t even know where she got it from, but this was good. Would fit nicely over his armor.

As if he had spoken the devil’s name himself, Mordru appeared into the room, dropping off ‘Stroke’s stuff in front of him. He watches it with awe, as his fingers go over the runes.

If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee
I'm happy to be
Your back door man

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap

”What’s all this?”
“Thirty thousand and one dollars – and fifty cents. Not to kill Amy Rohrbach.”
”I always said you had heart.”

Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done Dirt Cheap

Turning away from Mordru, Deathstroke changes into his Batman uniform, the armor underneath and the blade to his side. ”A little birdie’s tower is in need of destruction. Oracle’s clocktower. I got texted just before we left the Titans Tower. My other employers would like me to get rid of her… accessories and I think it would serve our Alliance well.” Deathstroke said as he put he pulled the cowl over him. ”I’ll be in Gotham…”

 

[Savage]

OOC: Love that song but that post confused the hell out of me.

 

[Harlekin]

OOC: It's flashback-present-flashback-present.

 

[Savage]

OOC: Ah. Much cooler now.

 

[twylight]

OOC: Awwww..MAN! Dinah just left..*sigh*