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

[Twitch]

[OOC]Lol, it's entirely possible. but I won't.[/OOC]

OCC: Good because I don't want to make a deal with Satan

 

[Spike_x1]

The ghostly figure of the human version of Rudy Jones stood over the Parasite's body, conversing back and forth.

You do know where this is leading, right?

"Shaddup! You're just a figment of my imagination."

Maybe. Maybe not. You remember the words you spoke while fighting the Wonder babe. You're well aware at this point that you didn't only unseal her armor.

"Alright, ya jerk. If you're so smart, then tell me: what exactly did I unseal?"

You've unleashed everything inside of you. You've been wondering why none of your powers have been sticking with you recently. Remember when you tried to drain the Joker? Well, that would explain your current insanity and the reason why you're hallucinating right now, wouldn't it?

"Pfft. What do you know? You're just a loser janitor."

Sure Rudy. Go ahead. Insult your subconscious. That's would definitely be the smart thing to do in this situation.

". . ."

Look, Ru- I mean Parasite, I want you to live through this. I'm trying to help you.

"Go to hell."

We've been there before. It's not pretty. It makes Apokolips look like Disney World.

 

[Spike_x1]

"So I unsealed myself, huh? Let's just say you're right. What the frag am I supposed to do about it?

The grim, human figure of Rudy Jones looked down at the Parasite. He was frowning.

"WELL?!"

You just don't get it, do you? You think something like this can be cured with a simple flick of the wrist, don't you? Well, it's a lot more complicated than that! So many alterations have been made to both your mind and your body over the years.

You've been bathed in enormous amounts of radiation.

Throughout your criminal career, you've stolen enough energy to power a sun.

Your DNA is constantly shifting as you steal your victims powers and appearances.

You STILL don't know the full effects of your encounter with Strange Visitor, which put you in direct contact with the Order of Kismet.

You irresponsibly used magic when you've got no prior experience using it.

And do you even comprehend the fact that you've literally got the thoughts and memories of thousands of your victims floating around inside your skull?

The Parasite began breathing again. He was panicking and angry. With the last bit of strength still in his body, Parasite got to his feet and grabbed onto Rudy. He began draining.

I pity you. Even with the combined intelligence of Batman and Lex Luthor, you still insist on killing yourself.

"Killing myself? Dumbass. You're gonna be the dead one in a second."

As The Parasite finished absorbing his alter ego, everything went black.

Then, the Parasite woke up.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Just incase anyone is confused by those previous posts involving Parasite speaking with Rudy Jones, FYI it was all inside his head.

 

[RoseRedStrauss]

OCC: Good because I don't want to make a deal with Satan

[OOC]Soullless Robin could beat me lol. Unless you ask for powers to turn you into a bird or something.[/OOC]

 

[Twitch]

[OOC]Soullless Robin could beat me lol. Unless you ask for powers to turn you into a bird or something.[/OOC]

Heh, Maybe I'll think about it.

I will pm you if I decide to do that]OCC

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: Yeah, I'm hip to Lucius being legit...I'm heading somewhere with it, needed a corporation name, and trying to stay out of the LexCorp stuff. Rest easy Spike, Fox isn't on my hitlist... I'm just flying loose and free on an environmental/socio-political/economics/human rights issues kinda thing in my arc right now. I want to cover all bases on this one. Trying to show the twisted personal politics of a man like Harkness. I may even include gay rights and right to die issues by the time I'm done. heh.

Enjoying your Rudy work by the way. And yes, I had caught that he was having a conversation with himself via delusional multiple personality disorder stuff. Good writing.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Okay, good . As I said, it's your story (and a good one too so far). I was just thinking in writing.

BTW, I'm really enjoying where you're going with Harkness, and I look forward to more of his journey (and from what I can gather) his meeting up with GL.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

As dad's car drives out of the sweeping driveway, I sit there on my wheelchair,glanicing up at the gigantic double doors of Wayne Manor. Thunder booms ominously from overhead and the first drops of what would be a rainstorm pelt down upon me.

I lean up and ring the bell, expecting Alfred's quick arrival and curious about what I would come across inside.

 

[Spike_x1]

The Parasite slowly got to his feet. He was surprisingly being filled with energy. Too much energy. Rudy's body began to swell to its fullest, his veins were bulging to near exploding. Burning energy erupted from the Parasite's eyes. Excess energy bubbled and drifted off of Rudy's body as if it were smoke. The snow around Parasite melted instantly into water, then steam.

The Parasite was in agony.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Then the voices started speaking. Screaming.

Women, children, men, heroes, villains. Hundreds of voices inside of Rudy's head exploded. All of his victims over the years were getting their revenge. Clark, Lex, Joker, Batman, Alfred, even Lois were all shouting inside his head. All of their thoughts, personalities and memories were his, and he didn't want them.

It was then that Rudy finally figured it all out; he had sunconsciously repressed the thoughts of his victims all along. They had been in the back of his mind for years. His spell had let them all out.

The spell had also altered the way his powers worked. For the past week, Rudy had thought that his powers were escaping his body instantly after he acquired them. Of course, now that he had figured out what was going on, the energies came flooding back. All at once. The yellow energy from Sinestro, the kryptonite energy from Metallo, Wonder Woman's powers, the hundreds of people had had drained over the course of his journey. It all exploded inside of the Parasite's body.

Rudy Jones breathed deeply. His eyes glowed as lightning-like power flowed around him. Just breathe. Just breathe. The Parasite was regaining control. Even as the voices shouted in his head, he was regaining control.

Lois' voice softly spoke inside Rudy's brain. Her words came out of Rudy's mouth.

"Find Clark."

Then the Parasite flew off.

 

[SuperFerret]

The Parasite slowly got to his feet. He was surprisingly being filled with energy. Too much energy. Rudy's body began to swell to its fullest, his veins were bulging to near exploding. Burning energy erupted from the Parasite's eyes. Excess energy bubbled and drifted off of Rudy's body as if it were smoke. The snow around Parasite melted instantly into water, then steam.

The Parasite was in agony.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Then the voices started speaking. Screaming.

Women, children, men, heroes, villains. Hundreds of voices inside of Rudy's head exploded. All of his victims over the years were getting their revenge. Clark, Lex, Joker, Batman, Alfred, even Lois were all shouting inside his head. All of their thoughts, personalities and memories were his, and he didn't want them.

It was then that Rudy finally figured it all out; he had sunconsciously repressed the thoughts of his victims all along. They had been in the back of his mind for years. His spell had let them all out.

The spell had also altered the way his powers worked. For the past week, Rudy had thought that his powers were escaping his body instantly after he acquired them. Of course, now that he had figured out what was going on, the energies came flooding back. All at once. The yellow energy from Sinestro, the kryptonite energy from Metallo, Wonder Woman's powers, the hundreds of people had had drained over the course of his journey. It all exploded inside of the Parasite's body.

Rudy Jones breathed deeply. His eyes glowed as lightning-like power flowed around him. Just breathe. Just breathe. The Parasite was regaining control. Even as the voices shouted in his head, he was regaining control.

Lois' voice softly spoke inside Rudy's brain. Her words came out of Rudy's mouth.

"Find Clark."

Then the Parasite flew off.

OOC: Oh crap.

BTW, you'll be looking for a while, I'm on Pluto.


Pluto

A fist that could crush mountains slammed into his jaw. He reeled backwards, and fell to the icy ground. His opponent towered over him, and he lashed out visciously, driving into his foe at an amazing speed. They both tumbled down a steep, craggy slope. When they landed, his enemy had the upper hand, and maliciously took advantage of it. Hit after hit rained down on his body, he felt force that would have pulverized him if he weren't something other than human. He tried to lash out again, but his opponent stopped it harshly, and ended the fight (or beating) with another devastating strike to his jaw. He fell into unconsciousness.

Superman stood, Bizarro was defeated. Satisfied, Kal-El, as he now considered himself, Clark died with Lois, flew off, heading to Earth.

 

[Spike_x1]

Wherever the Parasite flew, lightning storms were instantly created in his wake. Clouds parted as he approached. The Parasite was a god. Nothing could possibly bring him to a halt. He only needed to prove one single thing to himself: He needed to kill Superman.

But we love Clark.

"Shaddup Lois! We're gonna get a kryptonian hangover tonight!"

Rudy, you've terrorized my life, Clark's life, and our marriage. You may have killed me, but if God is my witness, you WILL NOT kill Superman!

"'If God is your witness', huh? I gotta tell ya, babe: I AM GOD!"

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

IC:Barb Gordon

As dad's car drives out of the sweeping driveway, I sit there on my wheelchair,glanicing up at the gigantic double doors of Wayne Manor. Thunder booms ominously from overhead and the first drops of what would be a rainstorm pelt down upon me.

I lean up and ring the bell, expecting Alfred's quick arrival and curious about what I would come across inside.

Alfred Pennyworth quickly opened the door.

"Good evening, Miss Gordon. Please come in, I fear we may not have a lot of time left..."

Alfred and Barbra walked inside into the study. There, Alfred pressed a lever inside the grandfather clock and it swirled open, revealing an entrance. The two went down to face the demons that was inside the grandite corridors, the demons that now resided in their mutual friend and family member...

OOC: Short, but I'd like to see Babs' reaction to Bats'...current condiction.

 

[Priest]

EDIT

 

[nixonbat]

Death was nothing new to Digger Harkness. He had seen it, worked along side people who dealt it, and had, himself, helped many people into their graves. It was a part of life, he thought. He had profited from death many times over the years. But somewhere, he thought, a line had to be drawn. It was one thing to kill another human being intentionally for money. It was quite another, in his eyes, to kill for money unintentionally. He felt it was immoral.

Earlier in the evening, Digger and his bandit friends had arrived in a small town inhabited by people who seemed to know the bandits. When they had arrived, the group made no effort to conceal their presence, walking down the main road into town. Townsfolk had approached smiling. Smiling until M'Bata and his men spoke to them of what Digger could only guess was of what had happened earlier in the day. Though he couldn't understand the language, the expressions were very clear to him. Disgust, sadness, and anger over the death of a primitive tribeswoman and her young, male child.

When they had acquired lodgings, Digger had requested cold drink. He was offered African beer and purchased a case. He now lie on an uncomfortable bed with eleven empty bottles strewn about the room. M'Bata and the others were off doing God knows what, but 'ol Digger was out to soothe his nerves and try to forget what he had witnessed that day. But he couldn't.

He had the small black and white TV in the room on...he had found an English speaking station. The Andy Griffith Show was coming on. Digger was drunk by now, and lost to his sadness over the young boy. He just couldn't get past that atrocity. He looked up and saw Opie...he thought of the young dead boy who would never go fishing with his Pa. He hurled a beer bottle into the tube of the small screen and flew into a rage, he then set about destroying the room.

He was winded and the world was spinning, when a light knock came at the door. " Mr. Digger...you are okay?" he heard the woman's broken English coming through the door. He paused at the sound of her voice and looked about the room. A slight twinge of embarassment crept through him as he surveyed the results of his outburst.

"Uh...just fine now. Thank you," was his reply. He waited silently for a few moments and finally heard her footsteps retreating down the hall. 'Crikes, these people have very little to offer, and I smash it...' he thought, ashamed.

Digger peeled off $1,000 and left it on the bed. He opened a fresh beer and went to the sink to wash up. The cool water helped, but only a little. He then dressed and grabbed his bag, tossing in two more bottles of beer. This was not the working vacation he had planned. And he found himself not fit to be around people. So, he climbed out the window, and left. He was glad to see the street was empty. Unnoticed, he walked out of the town.

He headed back to the river and lay under the stars. He sipped his now warm beer and drifted into unconsciousness.

M'Bata watched from the shadows, confident that his hopes for this foreigner who happened along were coming to fruition.

TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: J'onn had basically left the planet and had no ongoing thing, so anything you do is fair game Priest. Good post by the way. Nice to see the John Jones identity in play here. You got the ball, run with it.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Alfred and I make our way down to the Batcave in the large elevator.

"Mater Bruce has had another...'identity crisis' if you will..." Alfred speaks up suddenly.

I press my glasses to the bridge of my nose, "Was it Scarecrow?Posion Ivy? Who provided the catalyst?"

"I'm not sure..."Alfred speaks thoughtfully."I was hoping perhaps you'd figure something out....see..Master Bruce has take up calling himself 'the bat' these days."

I give Alfred a quizzical look,"We'll see I guess..."

The metal doors open to reveal the drakness the shrouds the jagged ends of the cave and all the hightech equipment that make this place as much as a residence of some sort as possible.

I wheel out onto the dark ground and instinctivley turn my head towards the Computer console where Bruce usually sits at.The lights are all turn off. A brief glance around the place confirms that all the equipment have been turned off too.

"What has he done to this place?" It is freezing.I wrap my shawl snugly around my shoulders and peer about into aparent dark nothingness.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred calls out, his british voice bouncing off the high ceilings.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

There are intruders into my cave again.

It is the butler. This time he has a woman with him. I stay within the shadows and watch the two converse. I have had enough of this foolishness. They have intruded into my cave for the last time. They have tried to free The Man for the last time. It is time to bring this to an end.

I jump down from my hiding place. It is time to strike.

I surprise the butler and throw him to the ground, I grab the woman by her neck and lift her into the air.

"WHO DARE DISTURBS THE BAT?!"

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: Bruce needs serious psychiatric care. Prozac, Sinequan, Lithium..... something. Definitely NOT psilocybin.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Bruce's gloved fingers wrap themselves around my throat and sqeeze hard. As I gasp for breath he lifts me off the chair, the glowing slits of his mask contracting in a demonic manner, "You will now meet the consequence of doing so."

I try to pry my neck free of his strong,deathly grasp but fail miserably,"B-ruce-"

"Master Bruce!!!!!!By God!What are you DOING?!" Alfred is by our side again and his aged hands can't undo Bruce's fingers around my throat...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I hear the butler screaming at what I am doing. I quickly throw him aside again. This is all their fault anyway, they should not have tried to "cure" me. I am cured. I am The Bat.

B-barbra? Stop! What are you--

SILENCE! Your weakness has caused too much damage to them. It it's also your fault for thier actions. After all, they are trying to help YOU.

Please, for the love of God, don't kill--

Haven't you realized? As of now, I am your God! Now quit your snifeling.

NO!

"No!!" I release her from my grip and we both fall to the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! Don't you see what you have done?! Y-you were going to kil--That is igsignificant! It does not matter if she dies because of me, after all, so many people died because of YOU. I-I can't help them all--You should! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! You murdered Jason! You destoryed Barbra's life! You let Mother and Father die! You've caused so much death, THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT!"

The strain is too much for his body, both The Man and The Bat scream in unison, creating an unholy cry of pain and collapses on the floor, both sides dorment inside of the shell of Bruce Wayne and The Batman. His eyes ring empty, mixed between all-powerfull anger and shock, grief, and enternal loss...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: Bruce needs serious psychiatric care. Prozac, Sinequan, Lithium..... something. Definitely NOT psilocybin.

OOC: Gee, you think?

 

[Twitch]

Robin unaware of the events in the Batcave is nearing the ocean and started pressing a seires of buttons on his bike.

The bike began to change as he hit the water and it became a water speeder.

Robin:Here I come you bastard.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:aaww...Poor Bruce...

I crash to the ground and take deep heavy breaths. My throat hurts and my lungs seem to be begging for air. I lift myself off the floor and see Bruce sprawled in a grey and black heap beside me. He's pulled his cowl off, his large hands now holding on to fistfulls of his dark hair.

"Bruce.", I gasp, and rest a trembling hand on his heaving shoulder.

Alfred once again runs to our side,"I am so sorry Miss Gordon!I should never have let him near you-"

"Its okay, Alfred. Bruce-help me lift him up-" I manage between deep breaths.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred cautiously tries to bring him up to a sitting position. The sight of his weary unshaven face, clammy with sweat is enough to elicit a small gasp from me.

His blue eyes, hallow from confusion and pain dart restlessly from mine to Alfred. He takes quick shallow breaths as tears stream sillently from his aghast,widened eyes.

"Bruce...?" I meet my gaze with his lost one as my hands find their way to his clammy face. He looks at me and I hold my breath,scared for a second that he'll do something violent again.

When he seems subdued enough I take my chance and try to have him release his fingers from getting entangled painfully in his hair.After Alfred and I uncurl his fingers from grasping to his black hair, his large arms fall limply to his sides.

I look silently at Alfred...and then back at the shaking,disheaveled form of the man I used to know. He seems to be in pain...I wrap my arms around his shoulders and massage his scalp, in hopes of soothing him as he hesitantly buries his face into my neck. I can feel the warm trail of his anguished tears wetten my shirt and I tighten my grip on him.Heaving a sigh, I breathe, "It's alright Bruce...we'll figure something out..."

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: This sounds like dates I've had. Seriously. But without the wheelchair, and the costumes were on. Seriously. Kinda romantic in that 'Leaving Las Vegas' kinda way.


Don't look at me that way. I know that look. Stop looking at me.


heh.