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

batnkevlar said:
*Hal walks into the control center, exhausted.*

"You could try getting me a glass of water. I'm parched."

*Hal pulls up a seat and sits down, with his face burried in his hands*

"An innocent died today because of me, J'onn. All because I couldn't control my anger and my hatred."

*Hal chuckles a nervous laugh*

"Where's Liam Neeson when you need him?"

"Im afraid i can't reverse the past Hal, however if you wish i could erase the memory from your mind. I dont approve of doing this as if the family has to live with it then i feel you should too. I wish there was more i could do but as you can see im not exactly 100% myself" His skin was still steaming slightly as he spoke. "J'onn you sure you should be up? You dont look too good"
"Im sure ill be fine." With that J'onn blacked out and fell to the floor again. His body started to tear and transform. He grew in size twice over and the burnt skin on him peeled off. The skin beneath was fresh but still very slimy. Hal quickly called for help...
 
Phantasm said:
OOC: Right. You could have could me so that instant.I would have edited right then. ;)
IC:Oracle

J'onn had apparently gone back to rest so that left me to sit alone staring at the gigantic screen in front of me.From what I can see, Bruce, Dinah and Kara are heading finally towards the Tower. Which gives me quite a bit of time to go take a quick coffee break.

I wheel myself out of the room and towards the kitchen. The Clock Tower has been destroyed and rebuilt so many times now that I should be used to it. But I can't help but miss the way it was cozy...and the almost instantly available supply of coffee that was just so perfect for times like these...Watch Tower was just too...big...and everything was generalized to fit every superhero on Earth...And pretty intimidating with its sheer size and equipment...and these...'able bodied' heroes walking past didn't help the feeling of inadequacy either-

I start at whom I think I catch a glimpse of up ahead...No...it can'tbe...Shaking my head I continue forward...It can't be and besides...Dick does not have a beard...Coffee...I need coffee to clear up my thoughts...

But its the unmistakable blue and black of his suit that has my eyes widened. The costume was in tatters and his black hair more unkempt than ever...He was having difficulty walking...

Heart racing, almost at the impossibilty of the sight before me I wheel forward, as fast as I can until I can see him close enough...see the dark circles beneath his weary blue eyes, see the beard that has claimed the better part of his face...see the the way in which he looks so completely worn and exhausted...

My hands grasp the cool metal of the wheels of my chair as I come to an abrupt stop in front of him. I take his gloved hands in mine as my eyes notice the terrible shape he's in. What's happened to him?Why hasn't anyone here helped him yet? WHERE was he?

I look up at his weary face trying to find my voice...

OOC: Figured it was about time SOMEONE took notice of poor Nightwing's presence in the tower.

OOC:About damn time.:mad: :p :D

IC:

Dick looked around.

He had no idea what was going on,He didnt know what part of the tower he was in......He didnt even know more than half of the people around him.

And then,He sees her......

Barbara.

She was coming towards him.....

My god.....Its been so long.....Almost like an eternity.He thinks to himself,contemplating what to do.

He cant speak....

You idiot,say something!He tells himself.

"..Barb?"
 
OOC: If someone needs Superman, feel free to bunny him. I might not be around much the rest of this week.
 
IC:Oracle

I tug at his hands so that he crouches down beside me. Looking at me with a certain sense of uncertainity which I can't quite place...I look at him for the first time in so many weeks, touching his worn face with my fingers...realizing that he is here...

My arms wrap around him as I bury my face in his neck, trying to make sense of all that has happened all the while savouring his familiar scent, "Dick... WHERE have you been?!" My lips kiss the stubbled skin of his neck and I look up at him, brushing a strand of his black hair out of his eyes...noticing his worn down state which is so hard to ignore, "What-what is this?!What have you done to yourself?"
 
Tropico said:
Shade looked up from his goblet at Mordru. "Oh, yes! It was quite succesful. It wasn't totally personal since I asked Teth Adam for some back-up. We had an impromptu visit from Hal Jordan." Shade sighed as he contained making any more scathing remarks regarding the GL. "I have a case that was Hourman's posession. I also have this curious little trinket..."- he said holding up the small hourglass-"...I thought it was destroyed when I attacked young Tyler; the elder is dead, by the way. It was curious...I fired a shadow bolt and it hit the hourglass instead of young Mr. Tyler, there seemed to be a hiccup...a...pause, and then the bolt was spread open while the hourglass disappeared. A shadow imp gave this to me after I came back here and it gave me the case."

Shade held up the object to Mordru in case he wanted to examine it himself.
Mordru inspects the trinket, “Hmm…very interesting. It could prove useful if its secrets can be unlocked. Since it is your prize, I shall leave that undertaking to you. Besides, I have work I need to get back to.”
Mordru begins to walk off to a door that has suddenly appeared on the far wall. As he opens the door, Mordru turns back around to face the Shade, “Oh yes, before I forget, we have a new ally in our little crusade…the Scarecrow. After the self-styled Master of Fear finished his work, I told him that he should go and introduce himself to you all. Though, it seems that he is taking a tour of his new base of operations at the moment. If you are not too the worse for wear, you should find him and introduce yourself...after all, if we are to be working together, as a team, we would do well to know one another.”
With that said, Mordru walks into his chamber, the door slamming shut behind him…and promptly disappearing…
 
Phantasm said:
IC:Oracle

I tug at his hands so that he crouches down beside me. Looking at me with a certain sense of uncertainity which I can't quite place...I look at him for the first time in so many weeks, touching his worn face with my fingers...realizing that he is here...

My arms wrap around him as I bury my face in his neck, trying to make sense of all that has happened all the while savouring his familiar scent, "Dick... WHERE have you been?!" My lips kiss the stubbled skin of his neck and I look up at him, brushing a strand of his black hair out of his eyes...noticing his worn down state which is so hard to ignore, "What-what is this?!What have you done to yourself?"

"I...uh..."

Dick didnt know what to say.

With all that has happened.........Even he was a little confused by it.

Barbara hugged him.....and kissed him.

He hadnt felt that in a while........and up until now,He never realised how much he missed it.How much he missed her....

"Wow....I really have been gone for awhile."He said,looking at Barbara.

"Its....a little hard to explain."

Suddenly,He remembered.

"Ras.....Ra's Al Ghul.Hes....alive.He...well....not He....but....I....."

Dick sighed.He really wasnt doing this very well....

He then remembered J'onn.

"Wheres Bruce?What the hell is going on here?"He asked.
 
Phantasm said:
IC:Oracle

I tug at his hands so that he crouches down beside me. Looking at me with a certain sense of uncertainity which I can't quite place...I look at him for the first time in so many weeks, touching his worn face with my fingers...realizing that he is here...

My arms wrap around him as I bury my face in his neck, trying to make sense of all that has happened all the while savouring his familiar scent, "Dick... WHERE have you been?!" My lips kiss the stubbled skin of his neck and I look up at him, brushing a strand of his black hair out of his eyes...
OOC: *Girlie blush and giggle*
Ahhh....Romantic stuff. ^_^

DarkKnightJRK said:
I watched as the two fly down towards me. Kara leaves for a moment to go back to the roof. Dinah slips inside the Batmobile and looks at the damn knee.

"Are you okay?" She looks worried. I think I'm oddly touched by that. I'm not sure why...I think.

"I've went through worse," I reply, "...but...thanks...for your concern."

Kara flew by again, holding Raven's body in her arms. I've heard Clark say before that flying helped him to think and be alone. Like cousin, like...cousin, I guess.

I follow Kara's flight pattern to the park with the Javilen.

That means I have to step out of the Batmobile and walk to it. With a shattered kneecap.

Oh, hell.

Dinah must have noticed, for she was about to walk over and help me. I look at her she understands. I need to do this myself. It still doesn't stop her from following just behind me though. I'll give her that much.

Minutes later, we're in the Javilen and I'm in the piolets seat, thanking every God I can think of that this thing doesn't require much footwork.

We fly off and circle around Gotham, looking for Mid-Nite. We find him a few minutes later we find him strangely enough looking at us. We fly low so that he could pick him up. Dinah slips from her co-piolet seat and reaches out to Mid-Nite.

Then, we're off to the Watchtower, with all our passangers in place.

"What the Hell was that? You deserted me!" Mid-Nite screamed out.

"No, we were searching for you." I reply. "There's is a subtle difference, you might be shocked to believe."

After helping Pieter to a seat Dinah slipped back into the Co-Pilots chair and glanced out the window.
Kara flew next to the Javelin, her mouth set firmly and the burning look still in her eyes.
"I really hope she follows in Clarks footsteps and not Diana's, for her sake."
Though she hated to admit, she saw more of Diana's look reflected in Kara's eyes than Clark. She wondered if Clark had any idea about how hard Kara was taking it.
Dinah shook her head, it was the price they all paid having side-kicks and teenage hero's fighting along side them.

Leaning forward she called the Watchtower.
"Watchtower this is Black Canary, Dr. Mid-Nite, Batman and Supergirl are en route."

Focusing back on flying she marvelled at the new Javalin. Leaning back she smiled, she loved flying.

"What the Hell was that? You deserted me!" Mid-Nite screamed out.

"No, we were searching for you." Batman reply. "There's is a subtle difference, you might be shocked to believe."

She smiled feeling comforted by having two of her old friends with her. Almost like the old day's, almost...
 
Master Bruce said:
"I...uh..."

Dick didnt know what to say.

With all that has happened.........Even he was a little confused by it.

Barbara hugged him.....and kissed him.

He hadnt felt that in a while........and up until now,He never realised how much he missed it.How much he missed her....

"Wow....I really have been gone for awhile."He said,looking at Barbara.

"Its....a little hard to explain."

Suddenly,He remembered.

"Ras.....Ra's Al Ghul.Hes....alive.He...well....not He....but....I....."

Dick sighed.He really wasnt doing this very well....

He then remembered J'onn.

"Wheres Bruce?What the hell is going on here?"He asked.

IC:Oracle

"Bruce is fine." At least...I'm hoping he is considering what happened recently. "He's on his way here.Things are bad Dick. Slade and Mordru attacked the JL in Gotham...We were having difficulty contacting them.Last thing I know is that Bruce,Dinah and Kara are on there way up here..." I trail off realizing that this was probably too much for him in his state...

What was he talking about Ra's Al Ghul? He wasn't making much sense but then looking at him, I realize that it was expected... My eyes take in his form once again and I run my hands down his shoulders noticing how thin he feels...blood is encrusted on the areas his costume is ripped...There was clearly a fight involved of some sort...

He looks so frail...and I'm surprised he hasn't recieved medical attention yet. I take his hands resting on my lap and try to peel off the heavy torn gauntlets of his which I assume at this point are doing more harm than good.He takes in a sharp breath as the material comes off, revealing bruised fingers. "You need to get all cleaned up." I place the gauntlets on my lap and hold his face in my hands,kissing his lips...Its been so long...

Focus...I need to focus...

I press my forhead against his and look into his eyes, "Lets get you to the medical bay before Bruce and the others arrive.Things don't look good...I'm not sure what is it they're planning to do after..."
 
twylight said:
OOC: *Girlie blush and giggle*
Ahhh....Romantic stuff. ^_^
OOC: Hey! When I wrote my romantic stuff with Killer Frost, nobody said anything! :mad:









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Get that look off your face!

It may have been kinda psychotic, violent, and twisted, but it was still romantic, dammit!
 
The Parasite floated down through the skylight of the Metropolis warehouse headquarters. Just as Rudy’s feet touched the floor, Deadshot walked into the complex, fully dressed in his gleaming red and silver costume.

“Here’s your next mission, Jones.” Lawton tossed a large file folder into the Parasite’s hands.

Curious, Rudy skimmed the file at superspeed, recognizing the sheets of information and photos stamped as “CLASSIFIED” that were in his hands. “This is LexCorp. Some of their aerospace labs.”

“Hmm. I guess I forgot that you absorbed Luthor’s thoughts when he left your society a few months ago. No wonder you recognized those.”

Rudy closed the folder and shoved it back into Deadshot’s hands. “Whadaya want with Lex’s labs?”

The servomotors in Deadshot’s lens began to quietly focus on the Parasite. Normally the motors would be virtually inaudible, but in the dead silence of the large warehouse, the motors were a KISS concert. The two agents stared at each other for over a minute, both contemplating whether or not the Parasite’s question was worthy of an answer at this juncture.

Finally, Lawton spoke. “You may or may not be aware of this, because Luthor’s mindwipe prior to you draining him probably erased any knowledge of this, but your teammates, Lex Luthor and Sinestro, from your old Society, well, they came across something big in outer space. Something they didn’t share with you.” Deadshot pulled his mask back and lit a cigarette. “After Deathstroke switched sides and joined with the League for a while, well, to put it mildly, Lex and Sinestro didn’t think they could trust anyone else in your Society, so they kept their little discovery to themselves.”

“And what exactly were they hiding from me, Floyd?” The Parasite raised what would be an eyebrow if he had eyebrows.

Suddenly, the glow at the end of Lawton’s cigarette was extinguished in a puff. A small cloud of smoke floated from the now doused tobacco. Deadshot glared at Parasite as he realized that Rudy had drained the heat of the cigarette simply by being near it. “What were they hiding from you? Well, you’re about to go on a mission that’ll put you directly within reach of that information. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for you.” Lawton relit the cigarette and blew a smoke ring into the Parasite’s face.

They then sat down to the table in the center of the warehouse and began the mission briefing.

OOC: Longtime players will notice that I’m tying events that took place loooong ago in the RPG into my arc, and even more past actions will be explained as I go.
 
Phantasm said:
IC:Oracle

"Bruce is fine." At least...I'm hoping he is considering what happened recently. "He's on his way here.Things are bad Dick. Slade and Mordru attacked the JL in Gotham...We were having difficulty contacting them.Last thing I know is that Bruce,Dinah and Kara are on there way up here..." I trail off realizing that this was probably too much for him in his state...

What was he talking about Ra's Al Ghul? He wasn't making much sense but then looking at him, I realize that it was expected... My eyes take in his form once again and I run my hands down his shoulders noticing how thin he feels...blood is encrusted on the areas his costume is ripped...There was clearly a fight involved of some sort...

He looks so frail...and I'm surprised he hasn't recieved medical attention yet. I take his hands resting on my lap and try to peel off the heavy torn gauntlets of his which I assume at this point are doing more harm than good.He takes in a sharp breath as the material comes off, revealing bruised fingers. "You need to get all cleaned up." I place the gauntlets on my lap and hold his face in my hands,kissing his lips...Its been so long...

Focus...I need to focus...

I press my forhead against his and look into his eyes, "Lets get you to the medical bay before Bruce and the others arrive.Things don't look good...I'm not sure what is it they're planning to do after..."

Mordru?Slade?They're back?Dick thought,as he and Barbara headed for the medical bay.

So...alot DID happen while he was gone.....

"Is there anything else thats happened?"Dick said,as they continued.
 
IC: Oracle

"Did I mention the clock tower getting blown up for one more time? That's all I know for now." I glance up at him. We reach the medical bay and I see J'onn and Hal in the far corner.
 
Nightwing said:
"Im afraid i can't reverse the past Hal, however if you wish i could erase the memory from your mind. I dont approve of doing this as if the family has to live with it then i feel you should too. I wish there was more i could do but as you can see im not exactly 100% myself" His skin was still steaming slightly as he spoke. "J'onn you sure you should be up? You dont look too good"
"Im sure ill be fine." With that J'onn blacked out and fell to the floor again. His body started to tear and transform. He grew in size twice over and the burnt skin on him peeled off. The skin beneath was fresh but still very slimy. Hal quickly called for help...

"HELP!!!"
 
IC:Oracle

I hear Hal's panicked call for help and wheel forward just in time to see J'onn collapsed on the floor in a very...slimy state. I elicit a small gasp at the sight before me. Hal looks puzzled, not really knowing what to do. Nurses rush towards his fallen form and with, plastic gloved hands pull him onto a stretcher. "Will he be alright?" I ask the blond woman as she helps pick him up off the floor.

She gives me a brief glance, "We aren't sure yet."

I look on silently as they take him away. Turning around I face Dick who is now sitting on an empty bed.I move forward and help him remove those heavy boots of his which fall with resonating 'thumps' on the floor. I wheel aside as a nurse arrives at his side with medical supplies.
 
The Javelin lands on the Watchtower hanger and I limp out.

There's no use in denying it, my knee is preety much s**t at this point. I need to go to the Infimery where I'll probably have to go into surgery.

S**t. S**t. S**t. I notice I'm swearing a lot more often, but I blame it on the knee. At this point, I'd blame the ecomemy on the broken knee.

Luckily, I've learned to hide my pain, physical, emotional, even mental. That's probably not good for my mental health, but considering my present wear, I think that's preety much a lost cause.

I limp into the Infermery. I notice J'onn on the floor, with Hal looking helpless. Barbara's helping someone with his costume.

Yes, we really do look like we're ready to face the Dark Allience.

...Wait. I look at the man Barbara's helping. He is in dire need of a shave. And a haircut. And a bath. And his clothing is cut up to hell. But, I could reconize the black and blue costume and the face underneith the hair.

"Dick?"

How could I have not reconized him at the beginning?

Like everything else, I'm blaming it on the knee.
 
Dick looked over at Bruce as He yelped from the pain of removing his mask.

He had a black eye,so it hurt like hell.

Not being in the mood to really say much,He nodded,acknowledging that YES,He was Dick Grayson.

He looked over at Batmans knee,which was seriously bleeding.Dick had witnessed alot of Bruces injuries over the years.....but he had never seen as much damage.....to his knee,anyway.

He'd probably need surgery.

"Hey Bruce."He finally said,resting.
 
DarkKnightJRK said:
The Javelin lands on the Watchtower hanger and I limp out.

There's no use in denying it, my knee is preety much s**t at this point. I need to go to the Infimery where I'll probably have to go into surgery.

S**t. S**t. S**t. I notice I'm swearing a lot more often, but I blame it on the knee. At this point, I'd blame the ecomemy on the broken knee.

Luckily, I've learned to hide my pain, physical, emotional, even mental. That's probably not good for my mental health, but considering my present wear, I think that's preety much a lost cause.

I limp into the Infermery. I notice J'onn on the floor, with Hal looking helpless. Barbara's helping someone with his costume.

Yes, we really do look like we're ready to face the Dark Allience.

...Wait. I look at the man Barbara's helping. He is in dire need of a shave. And a haircut. And a bath. And his clothing is cut up to hell. But, I could reconize the black and blue costume and the face underneith the hair.

"Dick?"

How could I have not reconized him at the beginning?

Like everything else, I'm blaming it on the knee.

"How did you ever get on without me? Don't you have any other Doctors on staff? Aughh... We don't have time for this, they couls strike at any moment. Once we all get situated, I'm riding a mirror into Fate's Tower. Anyone else feel like coming?"
 
rigel7soldiers said:
"How did you ever get on without me? Don't you have any other Doctors on staff? Aughh... We don't have time for this, they couls strike at any moment. Once we all get situated, I'm riding a mirror into Fate's Tower. Anyone else feel like coming?"
OOC: Well, the only thing I can see you porting through to get into the Tower is the way you escaped. Even still, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but it wouldn't be the brightest thing to do. Attack us inside the Tower that is. Mordru is basically the god of that place now. It'd be like traveling to Hell to attack Mephisto. He can manipulate the Tower any way he wants, trap you in a myriad of dimensions from which there is no return, etc.

But, if you really want to come, you may. I'm not a fan of killing PCs, but I can start to become one. :D
 
OOC: Nice bedside manner, Dr. Midnite!!:rolleyes:
 
Master Bruce said:
Dick looked over at Bruce as He yelped from the pain of removing his mask.

He had a black eye,so it hurt like hell.

Not being in the mood to really say much,He nodded,acknowledging that YES,He was Dick Grayson.

He looked over at Batmans knee,which was seriously bleeding.Dick had witnessed alot of Bruces injuries over the years.....but he had never seen as much damage.....to his knee,anyway.

He'd probably need surgery.

"Hey Bruce."He finally said,resting.

I reconize him not wishing to speak much. I give him the same nod in return. I'll wait until we're both situated before I ask him what happened to him. From the looks of things, it'll be a hell of a tale.

One of the nurses escorts me to the bed beside Dick. I rip off the part of the costume concealing the wound before the nurse could. Goddamn flimsy armor. It should have blocked the piece of pellet from Slade's shotgun. It's official, I'm making some new armor. That's just redicolous. The nurse looks over the wound.

"The bullet's already out. Did you do that?"

"With one of these," I reply, taking out one of my Batarangs. She looks at me like a crazy person, but I'm used to those looks. Doesn't really bother me anymore. She just shakes her head and continues. I take off the cape, boots, and belt and lay them on a table next to me, muttering more about my plans to make my new armor. "Reinforced plates, that should be better. Might lessen mobility a bit, but it's better than this..."

At about this time, Mid-Nite appears.

"How did you ever get on without me? Don't you have any other Doctors on staff? Aughh... We don't have time for this, they could strike at any moment. Once we all get situated, I'm riding a mirror into Fate's Tower. Anyone else feel like coming?"

"I think I'm going to have to stick with computer work for a while, Pieter," I reply, probably with more sarcasm than I intended...alright, it was probably even LESS than I intended. The nurse continues looking over the knee.

"It's definately broken...oh, who the hell am I kidding, it's practically shattered," she replies, "we won't know for certain until we get an X-Ray, but, chances are, we'll have to put an artifical kneecap on. Considering your reputation, I know this staff's life will be a living hell until it's healed, so I'm going to have the surgery done ASAP."

Oh, joy...
 
Tropico said:
OOC: Nice bedside manner, Dr. Midnite!!:rolleyes:

OOC: Indeed. Batman was considering saying, "Please stop acting like a prick. That's my job." :D :batman:
 

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