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

Phantasm said:
"Shut Up!!" My breath comes in short gasps as white hot anger sears through me. I hate them. WHY are they doing this to me? I need to get out of here...I need to go home... INEED to see Dinah!!!She will knock some sense into them! She will show them that she is alive.And there's nothing anybody has to be sorry for!

I brush away my red hair now sticking to my face...and realize its wet...wiping at my cheeks with the edge of my sleeve, I let out a desparate cry, "Stop this!!! I need to go home!!Where's Dinah?!"


I slap her across the face. The I grab her by the shoulders

"SHE'S DEAD! Mordru killed her. She died a hero. Get a hold of yourself. I know she was your friend. I know it hurts. To feel this kind of loss. But you can't let it consume you. You can't let it controll your life. She......she.........damn."

Barbara completely breaks down. Tot does everything he can to console her. It's no use. I never was very good with people.








I hate myself.

OOC: Sorry for b!tch slapping you Phantasm.
 
Johnny Blaze said:
Hector sighs, "Very well. If you must go I will send you away. After all, I suppose the rest of us here can handle the clean up."

A portal opens up in front of Nightwing.

"Thanks."He says,not picking up on Fate's hint.

Moments later,Dick finds himself in front of his apartment building.

Home,sweet home...

Dick walks in.....Getting re-aqquainted with the stairs infront of him.

He gets to his door,and opens it.

The place is a wreck......Molded pizza sits on the table.......dirty dshes are piled up in the sink......clothes are scattered everywhere....

Its good to be home.

Dick closes the door behind him,and immediately pulls off the cape and cowl on him.

He looks at it,and throws it onto his couch.

"I think I'll save you for another time...."Dick says,removing the upper half of the suit.

He doesnt know what he'll do with it......but hey,It could come in handy someday....

He walks into his room,and pulls out a Nightwing suit from his closet.

"Oh...How Ive missed you.."Dick says,smiling,as he sees the familiar Blue bird on the shirt.

Taking the rest of the costume,He throws it over his shoulder,and heads for the bathroom.

-Squish-

Dick notices he stepped in something.

Looking down,Hes surprised to see that its blood....

Looking up,He spots whats making the blood.

His eyes widen.

"OH MY GOD!!!"
 
lupus27 said:
"Tot, get our guests some coffee."


".....of course Charlie. that boy and his strange friends."


I stare at the two of them. Normally I would wonder how Nightwing got here, but right now I'm just too tired to care. I sit down and try not to say anything stupid.

OOC:Sorry.....I didnt realise we werent in the same area.:o

I edited.
 
OOC: Uh a few pages back Savage and I went back to keystoe to helo you guys out with the civilians.....
 
Johnny Blaze said:
Appearing in the air above Keystone, where he detected the nuclear blast, Hector surveys the scene as it happily surprised to find that the Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, has contained the explosion. Sensing inside the sphere, he is surprised to see that the radiation is gone as well. He has no idea how Hal accomplished this, but he does not care. Right now the people of Keystone needed help.

Stretching out his hands, Hector Hall begins to chant. After a handful of seconds, Fate’s chant reaches crescendo as he lifts his hands to the sky and waves of blue energy pulse outward. After the final wave makes its way across the city, each and every person infected with the gas begins to fall into a deep, unnatural sleep. As the people slumber, their nightmares begin to disperse into nothingness.

Shade had become so insane by the ue of the Miraclo tha the shadows had enveloped him and made him look like one of his shadow demons. He had even engaged in fighting with the Flash and Superman, but neither of them noticed as he kept being swatted away and replaced by another shadow creature. Then, Dr. Fate entered the equation...as if it wasn't enough that the other heroes had inadvertedly worn Shade down the blast of healing magic hit Shade like water on boiling oil. The result was explosive, it sent Shade careening into the Shadowlands where he fell unconscious. As he awakened, the shadow imp awaited whilst sitting on the pair of quivers he had taken as trophies. It had something shiny in it's hands and Shade noticed that it was the tachyon hourglass. "What are you doing here and why did you bring those things here?"- asked the Shade in an irritated manner. "Master, tower not confy anymore. Feel yucky, took back treasure. Did good?"- the little thing replied. The Shade didn't bother responding, almost subconsciously the Shade made a portal to his apartment.

He stepped through and headed for the kitchen while hissing loudly and craddling his head. He started a pot of water and got out some tea. as he waited he took a few stiff ones to abate the throbbing pain in his temples. From a corner in the kitchen, the imp stepped out with the Miraclo case. "Master...this?"- asked the small creature while quivering. Shade turned and saw the hourglass pattern on the small black case. He couldn't take his eyes off of it and as he walked his hands trembled. He yearned for the power rushing through his limbs again. He hesitated a moment but then kept getting closer as he rationalized that one more wouldn't be any harm. As he was within arms reach of the case, a bead of sweat hit one of his hands. Cold beads were running down his sweat and he realized that his open mouth was making a hideous heavy breathing sound. He slapped the case away, pills flying everywhere as he screamed..."NOOOOOOOO!!!. NO,NO,NO,NO,NOOOOOOOOOO!!!". Shadows writhed around his hands as he readied a volley of shadow bolts.

The imp, tried to warn him...
 
Master Bruce said:
Dick lowered his head.

"She tried to save me from one of Mordrus blasts.....It hit her instead."He said,remembering the event.

He looked up at Clark.

"Look,no offense......but I'd rather not talk about it.....I feel guilty enough as it is."Dick said,trying to sound as calm as possible.

He looked over at Fate.

"Um....Not that I dont appreciate the company,but since your teleporting everyone somewhere.....can I get a lift to BludHaven?I havent been to my apartment in ages......and I need to get into one of my spare costumes.I just dont feel.....comfortable wearing this thing anymore."He said.

"Don't worry." I mumble, then Dick teleported away. I look around the ruined city, people were waking up and moving around, no nightmare monsters to be seen. We won. The Dark Alliance did what many conglomerates of evil do; it turned in upon itself. We were just there to clean up the mess, and protect the innocents. Which we accomplished, with varying degrees of sucess.

We won.

But at what cost.

I fly away, heading to the North Pole. I need some time to think.
 
Selina watched as the grenades came her way. Doing a flip into the air, she grabbed a light post and leaped to a small building beside her. The blast shook the dark street and pushed Catwoman to the floor of the roof.

“B*tch,” the feline said as Harley ran back to the theater. Ms. Kyle sprinted forward a little. Unhooking her whip, a twist of the wrist and the black leather was wrapping around the clown’s neck. With a tug, the jester fell to the ground.

“Hey Batman. Look what I caught,”
 
Inside the cinema hall in the theater, The Joker tested the doors, even though he knew they were locked.

"Well, Harv, it looks like we're stuck here," he sighed, "So, why don't I try and do something productive to get us out of here while you sit and flip your little coin?"

The Joker looked around the hall, cursing under his breath. What the hell was it with the coin anyway? Couldn't he carry around a lucky grenade launcher? That would be far more helpful at the moment. The Joker clapped his hands, hoping that he could think of something quick, or Harley would get her finger out of her ass and get him out.

"Say, Harv, while we're waiting, why don't I tell you a joke? Okay, this guy, right, he goes to church for confession. He says 'Father, a month ago, I stole from someone I know, but then he stole something from me.' The priest says 'Well, the two sins cancel out, you are absolved.'"

The Joker chuckles to himself, approaching Two-Face.

"So, the guy, right, he says 'Last week, I assaulted another man, but only after he attacked me.' The priest says, 'Again, my son, the two sins cancel each other out. you are absolved.' So this guy, right, he's getting bolder. He takes a depp breath, and says 'Father, last night I slept with your sister.'"

The Joker put his arm around Dent's shoulder, whispering the punchline in his ear.

"So, the priest, he smiles, and says, 'Well, you are forgiven my son. You see, I've been boning your mother for the past six months. We're BOTH absolved!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Mid-laugh, The Joker elbowed Two-Face across the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

"Just so you don't try and follow me..."

The Joker knew the door was locked, but there was one exit that was open. Stepping on a corpse's head for leverage, The Joker hoisted himself up to the window opening up into the projectionist's office. He took one look back at the film playing from the projecter.

"Th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks!" chirped Porky Pig.

"That's all indeed, Porky," laughed The Joker, throwing the projector to the ground and climbing through the window into the cluttered office.

From there, he sneaked out the back entrance of the theatre, and looped round to his car. He looked over, and saw Harley fighting Batman and Catwoman.

"I think it's time I evened up the odds," cackled The Joker, letting out the hyenas and sending them after Batman and Catwoman.
 
HandMeDowns said:
Selina watched as the grenades came her way. Doing a flip into the air, she grabbed a light post and leaped to a small building beside her. The blast shook the dark street and pushed Catwoman to the floor of the roof.

“B*tch,” the feline said as Harley ran back to the theater. Ms. Kyle sprinted forward a little. Unhooking her whip, a twist of the wrist and the black leather was wrapping around the clown’s neck. With a tug, the jester fell to the ground.

“Hey Batman. Look what I caught,”

I watch Selina smirking at me like her cheshire namesake with her little prize.

Selina Kyle, whether theif or vigilantie, she still has a daredevil attitude. That's the thing about her: No matter how many bad memories you may have of her, when you look back at them, it's not so bad.

I'm cut off of my musing when I heard Harley's hyenas coming towards us.

"Selina, watch out!" I yelled just as the hyenas leaped at us.
 
“Nice costume by the way. I hope the kids don’t mind you borrowing their hockey gear,” Selina said.

"Selina, watch out!"

One of the hyenas lunged at Catwoman and bit into her shoulder. Extending her claws, she pushed them into the animal’s sides. He didn’t even fletch. Catwoman touched her shoulder. Her glove was soaked in blood. Reaching into her boot, she took out three pills. Throwing them at the ground, they exploded into smoke. The smoke was grasping at the hyenas. In a matter of seconds they were asleep.

“I used them for some watch dogs once,”
 
After the mystic rain that he conjured healed the people and put out the fires, Fate went to work taking care of the destroyed buildings. Using his magics he was able to save the lives of a few people trapped under the rubble. Sadly though, he was mostly retrieving dead bodies.

"Dammit", Hector cursed under his breath as he carried out the body of a young boy. The child couldn't be more than six years of age, and still clung to an old, raggedy teddy bear.
Fate placed the boy down on top of a body bag laid out by the Keystone Police Department. The body rested next to a dozen others as medical personnel and officers zipped them up and carried them off.
So much death, Fate thought, and it is my fault for waiting too long to free myself. I should've contacted Adam sooner. Mordru would have been defeated, and all these people would still be alive.

These were the thoughts that ran through Hector's head as he continued to help the authorities clean up the city. Deep down, he knew it was Mordru and his allies that killed these people. But, he still could not help but think if he hadn't held off to make sure he had enough power to contact Adam...they'd all still be here.

Hours passed as Fate continued his role of aiding the crews working in Keystone as they attempted to save people still trapped under destroyed buildings. Using his magics Fate was able to detect the bodies, both living and dead, and remove the rubble so that the crews could get to them without risking their lives.
And he had lost friends as well. Dinah was dead. Dinah. His once upon a time teammate in the JSA. No more will he see her smile. Never again will he hear her laugh. Another death that can be placed on his head.

As the evening came, and the crews no longer needed his aid (even though he still offered) he departed back to his Tower to set things right there. He did not say goodbye to his fellow heroes, his friends, for he did not wish to face them right now. The guilt was too much.
 
Harley had sneaked back to the car in the confusion and came back carrying a large mallet.

She saw the Hyenas asleep and gritted her teeth in anger as she swung the mallet and smacked Catwoman in the head with it.

Catwoman went flying onto the ground.

"Awww and I thought cats always landed on their feet".

Harley flipped over to where Joker was standing."The Bat and the Cat have come to play puddin.Lets not be mean.Give em some of our toys to play with".

Harley looked up at Batman."You big sour pussed galoot.You need to smile a bit more.Here let me help".

Harley tossed a laughing gas cannister at Batman which exploded when it landed beside him.

"Go on Bat creep.Laugh it up now".
 
lupus27 said:
I slap her across the face. The I grab her by the shoulders

"SHE'S DEAD! Mordru killed her. She died a hero. Get a hold of yourself. I know she was your friend. I know it hurts. To feel this kind of loss. But you can't let it consume you. You can't let it controll your life. She......she.........damn."

Barbara completely breaks down. Tot does everything he can to console her. It's no use. I never was very good with people.








I hate myself.

OOC: Sorry for b!tch slapping you Phantasm.

IC:

His large gloved hand hurt when it struck my face. It is with trembling fingers that I feel out to touch the blotchY surface of my cheek, my mind reeling.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

The Professor's horrified voice pushes The Question away from me as I sit there...tremors taking over my form. I bring up a hand and try to halt the profuse tears leaking stubornly from my eyes. This dpesn't make any sense...why am I crying...? My troubled gaze rests on the Question who stands there in an awkward position...Why is he not apologizing about telling me evil things about Dinah?!

"...You bastard." My voice is quivering as I bear my watery eyes into his masked ones. Wishing him all the worst things in the world...the nerve of him to be standing here in front of me after what he just tried to talk me into.

The Question doesn't even have the cutrsy to leave, but I continue to give him the glare...and the longer I look at his awkward countenance, the more I hurt...the more I hate him with a passion previously alien to me. "HOW DARE YOU-?"

The Professor's concerned face comes into view and I realize he's crouching in front of me. I am breathing long heavy breaths and it feels as if all feelings have been temporarily erased...leaving room only for the sickness in my stomatch to manisfest itself upon me...

His hands are warm as they cup mine and I wince at the contact. I look down at my hands...white and wet and trembling for some reason.His are darker, larger and look much more weathered. "Ms. Gordon-Barbara-"

My lost eyes find his and I try to find my voice. My throat is stuck...words don't come out and I sit there, silently shaking and he tigtens his grasp on my hands.

He starts,"I am trying to help you alright-"

"...I w-want to go... home..." I finally manage a shuddering whisper.
 
Catwoman hit the ground hard. Her face smacked the pavement. She managed to see laughing gas whipping around the Batman. God, I don’t think even laughing gas can make that man smile. She then took a small device out of her boot. It almost looked like a automatic car key. Pressing it, two large vans came thundering out of the alleys.

“I always bring reinforcements. Joker, Harley, meet the Back Alley Boys,”
 
Phantasm said:
IC:

His large gloved hand hurt when it struck my face. It is with trembling fingers that I feel out to touch the blotchY surface of my cheek, my mind reeling.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

The Professor's horrified voice pushes The Question away from me as I sit there...tremors taking over my form. I bring up a hand and try to halt the profuse tears leaking stubornly from my eyes. This dpesn't make any sense...why am I crying...? My troubled gaze rests on the Question who stands there in an awkward position...Why is he not apologizing about telling me evil things about Dinah?!

"...You bastard." My voice is quivering as I bear my watery eyes into his masked ones. Wishing him all the worst things in the world...the nerve of him to be standing here in front of me after what he just tried to talk me into.

The Question doesn't even have the cutrsy to leave, but I continue to give him the glare...and the longer I look at his awkward countenance, the more I hurt...the more I hate him with a passion previously alien to me. "HOW DARE YOU-?"

The Professor's concerned face comes into view and I realize he's crouching in front of me. I am breathing long heavy breaths and it feels as if all feelings have been temporarily erased...leaving room only for the sickness in my stomatch to manisfest itself upon me...

His hands are warm as they cup mine and I wince at the contact. I look down at my hands...white and wet and trembling for some reason.His are darker, larger and look much more weathered. "Ms. Gordon-Barbara-"

My lost eyes find his and I try to find my voice. My throat is stuck...words don't come out and I sit there, silently shaking and he tigtens his grasp on my hands.

He starts,"I am trying to help you alright-"

"...I w-want to go... home..." I finally manage a shuddering whiper.


I walk into the other room. I turn on my comunicator.

"We......we need pickup for Barbara Gordon."

Tot walks over to me.

"What isthe matter with you Charlie?"

"I........I always have questions. I never have answers."


"There you go again. You always do this. Whenever you don't know how to deal with something, you just retreat into your philisophical mumbo jumbo."

He's right. I don't know how to deal with peopel. I never have.

I walk ovfer to Barbara.

"I......I'm dorry. For what I did. And I'm sorry for your loss."

Then, the door bursts open. Superman.
 
rigel7soldiers said:
"Something wrong, Hector? I mean, your father died a few weeks ago, but anything else? Dinah? Whatever. Anything I can do tho help?"
OOC: Hector hauled ass man. He's back in the Tower of Fate, cleaning up the mess Mordru made. :D :up:
 
OOC: No, we were at Keystone; after you and Batman made the antidote, we all teleported back.
 
Rudy Jones, aka the Parasite, exited his limousine and strolled to the revolving glass doors of his apartment complex. An elegant looking doorman greeted him.

“Having a pleasant evening, Mr. Luthor?” the doorman asked.

“Fantastic, in fact.” The Parasite grinned and patted the doorman on the shoulder as he passed and made his way to his private elevator. “I’ve made a killing.” The elevator doors closed.

The Parasite made his way to Lex Luthor’s luxury penthouse, which took up the entire top floor of the building. After walking into the door and hanging up his coat, Rudy turned a corner and looked into a full-length mirror. He stared at the reflection that looked back at him for an eternity.

It wasn’t his face.

Rudy could assume the shape of anyone who he drained within 24 hours, but he could never take the shape of who he was as a human. How ironic. There were times when he missed his old face. At the moment, he had everything he could ever want. Money, influence, the power of a nuclear bomb, and good looks. But in the face of all of that, he hadn’t seen his real face in years.

No.

He transformed into a hulking purple monster and looked into the mirror again. This was his real face now.

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He was a monster. And no matter what disguise he took, he would always be a monster.

He was here to cause mayhem, and by God, he’d do it.

The Parasite picked up the fresh edition of the Daily Planet which his maid had placed on the coffee table. Rudy sat down on his white leather sofa (the legs snapped under his weight as he was still in his regular body) and began reading the paper, not paying attention to the destruction he had caused.
Rudy read over the article that contained his interview. It was written with perfection. The people of the world would revolt and reject the heroes’ efforts in the future, preferring to live by “Lex Luthor’s” example to fend for themselves.

“Just friggin’ perfect.”
 
I carefully choose my words. As the seemingly universal choice for the position of leader of the hero community, I knew I would have to say something at the memorial service that would no doubt be held. I sit at my desk in the Fortress, Krypto's head on my lap, and I begin typing.

Today, we are mourning the loss of some of our greatest allies....

No, too impersonal.

We are all gathered today to remember our fallen friends...

Better.

I write and write, my thoughts wandering to those who we had lost years ago. I think of Barry, and how proud he'd be of Bart and Wally.

...we must remember that the titles of the Flash and Kid Flash are a grand tradition...

Dinah, Jade and Roy come to mind as I type those words. They too, carried on a tradition.

Some of us have lost more than others...

Tears come to my eyes, and I think of Ollie. He lost two sons; one biological, one in heart; a "granddaughter", and the love of his life. I can imagine what he must be going through.

These people, all of them, died as heroes...

My tears flow freely now, and Krypto looks up at me quizzically as he get hit on the head with some. I could have prevented some of these tragedies if I had acted. But I will not allow anymore to die from my inaction. I may not have a legacy to live up to, but I am setting an example to those who will come after.

OOC: Twy, my PM is coming your way.
 

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