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

[Priest]

OOC: It's good to be in an RPG with you again, Spike. You sonuva....

 

[RoseRedStrauss]

*Zolomon, on his way to the Triangle sees a lone Robin blocking his path.*

"Man this boy is persistent."

*Zolomon stops*

"Okay Boy Blunder, here's the deal, we fight, no special pwoers, no gizmos and gadgets, mono y mono. If I win, stop pestering me. And I DO implore you to take this deal since I could kill you at any moment. Be glad I'm feeling so generous today."

*The two stand across from each other, sunset in the background, a tumbleweed passes by and Robin responds with...*

 

[Spike_x1]

The Parasite flew to Superman at blinding speeds. As he was soaring towards him, the Parasite was firing thunderous bolts of yellow energy at Superman. Within moments, Superman was driven hard in the middle of the busy streets of Metropolis, creating a gigantic crater. The sound of his impact shattered windows for miles.

The Parasite followed from the skies.

The purple monstrosity slammed into the kryptonian with immense force.

 

[PFunk2]

*J'onn turns to face the Lantern after he has asked his question.*

"You raise a good question John."

*The martian walks over to a chair and takes a seat.*

"The situation there is quite dire indeed, my friend. The world has turned its eyes away from the situation, and it would seem that the people are in need of a hero now more than ever. The question is this, are you prepared to deal with the political ramifications of your actions should they arise? If you are, then you have my blessing to proceed, just be sure that you are on the right side of this cause.

"That's why I'm concidering my options" John says to the martian as he also take a seat. "The last thing I want to do is to cause a backlash against all superherops in general. So I'll have to be careful." he paused before continuing. "But I have a couple of ideas on how I can go about this." he adds as he gets up. "But I also want to get Green Arrows in put on this. You got any idea on his hang outs or where I can reach him?" he asks J'onn.

 

[Priest]

*The martian crosses his legs and puts his chin in his hand.*

"Unfortunatly, I have just gotten back from a trip through space and have not heard from Oliver in some time."

*J'onn rises and again walks towards the Green Lantern.*

"I am sorry I could not have been more help to you."

 

[PFunk2]

*The martian crosses his legs and puts his chin in his hand.*

"Unfortunatly, I have just gotten back from a trip through space and have not heard from Oliver in some time."

*J'onn rises and again walks towards the Green Lantern.*

"I am sorry I could not have been more help to you."

"You helped plenty J'onn." John said as he got up to shake his hand. "But it's time I start to get this thing in motion." he said as he walked towards the door. "If you have some good wishes to offer I could use 'em." he adds jokenly as he leaves.

 

[Priest]

*J'onn shakes his hand and watches him leave.*

"You do not need luck, John Stuart. You are a Green Lantern."

*The Manhunter takes his place again gazing upon the stars.*

 

[FEAR THE BAT]

(thinking while driving) Eduardo's father is a good man. Eduardo's lucky he still has him around. Damn Eduardo, why the f*** didn't you call me. You should've got word to me somehow. No matter, what's done is done. I'm sure those a**holes were only in search of money. Plenty of it there, hopefully that's all they took. Still one question though, how in the hell would they know Eduardo was guarding money? MY money. How could they.....what the..???

-As I pull up down the block from the address Eduardo's father gave me I can see a woman outside the house, by a car.

(thinking while pulling over) Hold on....need to pull over while I'm still far enough. That's gotta be Eduardo's broad right there. Looks his type. Damn b****, all bent over by the driver side window like some damn hooker. I wonder who she's talkin' too...

-The broad stands straight, playing with her long black hair. A man in black gets out the car. He walks closer towards her and starts whispering in her ear...

(thinking while sitting in car) Kinda tall. Strong build. Nice suit. Hmph, snakeskin boots. This guy sure as hell ain't Eduardo. Wonder what he's telling the broad. Look at her, damn skank. She's been playin' you for the fool Eddy, that's for damn sure. Broad was on the other team. Damn set-up broads, ride you hard then call the boys over to rough you up and leave you dry. Hey, didn't see the other guy in the car. Who in the hell are you, you tall, lanky bastard? Hmm, black suit is bossin' the tall guy. Broad and black suit are getting in the car, tall guy's going in. This doesn't look good...

-I get out the car and cross the street. I go around back, through the alley. By the time I make it to the back door...




*BANG...BANG, BANG...*

-Three shots. I kick the door down. The car out front revs up. I run inside. Car door slams shut. I look around in the kitchen, the living room. The wheels peel out. I run up the stairs. They're long gone. I walk in the bedroom. Eduardo's laying face down on the bed, three holes in his back. Poor bastard. I'm gonna murder every last one of these sonuvab****es.....

 

[nixonbat]

It was mid-morning by the time a groggy Digger Harkness opened his bloodshot eyes. He immediately closed them again after the sun's morning brightness had made his eyes feel like they were burning. He shielded his eyes with his hand, 'Let's try this again,' he thought to himself. Slowly he opened them again, peering out between fingers. The light was still uncomfortable, and his head was pounding, but he'd been through worse.

Digger slowly peered around where he had slept. He had passed out right in the middle of a trail. 'Lucky I didn't wake up dead,' he thought. He grabbed the half-full beer bottle next to him. 'Hair of the dog...it's the only way I'm gonna make it through this hangover,' were his thoughts. As he took a sip, he immediately spit the foul warm beer out. " Crikes!! That was right nasty!!," he exclaimed. He then looked at the bottle and noticed the cigarette butt floating in the warm, flat beer. "Disgusting," he said, feeling green and weak.

He finally managed to get his head together enough to stand. A breeze kicked up from across the river. Digger caught one whiff of the dead fish along the shore and vomited on his own boots. He fell to his knees and wretched some more. This continued until his stomach was empty, and continued with dry-heaves. "Gawd, that's a stench," he said aloud. Regaining his composure, he again stood, wrapping a shirt around his face to block some of the stench. He gazed around and saw a dead womans' body.

In a rush, the previous days events had come back to him. He remembered why he had gotten so drunk, and remembered why he had come out here and slept on the ground. He noticed a few buzzards near the body. It struck him as odd that they were not devouring it, until he realized that the animals were probably smart enough to not eat meat tainted with toxic chemicals.

Digger was far from being a religious man, but decided that this poor woman deserved burial. He labored in the hot sun digging a shallow grave and placed her body within. He didn't know what gods she prayed to, and didn't figure any gods would listen to a man of his 'profession' anyway, so he just buried her in silence. He had wished he could have done the same for her child, but one of M'Bata's men had cast the child back into the poisonous river.

'Well, Bats...seems your other persona has let things slip while you've playing your nocturnal games. Looks like ol' Digger is gonna have to set your company straight' he thought. Resolute in his decision, Digger began the long hike upriver...to find the location of the factory responsible for his hangover....

M'Bata had watched the foriegn man throughout the morning. He found himself more than a little curious about this 'villain.' He dismissed such curiousity though, he just needed Digger to do he and his people this favor. It doesn't matter what motivates him, as long as he helps their cause.

TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[nixonbat]

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[SuperFerret]

The Parasite flew to Superman at blinding speeds. As he was soaring towards him, the Parasite was firing thunderous bolts of yellow energy at Superman. Within moments, Superman was driven hard in the middle of the busy streets of Metropolis, creating a gigantic crater. The sound of his impact shattered windows for miles.

The Parasite followed from the skies.

The purple monstrosity slammed into the kryptonian with immense force.

Kal-El lashed out against Parasite as he crashed into him, sending the monster flying into a lamp post. Superman climbed from the crater, and was welcomed by Parasite's fist. He flew, once again not under his own power, and collided with a building, shattering whatever windows that had remained intact. Angered, and having caught his second wind, Superman rocketed towards Parasite, tackling him through the pavement and into the sewers below.

 

[FrantikMagik]

*Kalibak steps out from the BOOM TUBE and stomps through the park. He reaches a monument of Lex Luthor. He rips it out of the ground and throws it at a tall corporate building*

KARASH!!!

 

[Spike_x1]

The Parasite was being pushed through the lead-lined sewers of Metropolis by Kal-el. As the underworks of the city were being shattered around them, Parasite was barely being scratched.

"You're losing your touch, Smallville! I can feel it in you, you're getting weaker and weaker the longer this goes on.

The Parasite headbutted Superman with an earsplitting crack, breaking the kryptonian's nose. He then grabbed onto Superman and began draining him again and flying upwards, out of the sewers.

"Lois wouldn't want ya to get all covered in sewage now, would she?"

Rudy began hitting Superman in the face as they headed towards the surface.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Alfred walks down the set of stairs and finally arrives behind me carrying a tray on which sits a glass of water.

"Thank You Alfred." I gulp down the water greatfully and set it back on the tray,"Did the sedatives work?"

"Yes, he seems to be in deep slumber...I haven't seen him on such verge of insanity since the night his parents were shot."He says thoughfully and I look up to see the weary sadness more than just evident in his face.

I sigh, "Well. This sure isn't Leslie or you and I can fix...Although he'll probably hate me for doing this...but its not like I have any other alternatives...."

After quitely typing instructions, I connect the JLA Watchtower, "Watchtower.Oracle here. I think I'm in need of Martian Manhunter's assistance."

 

[Priest]

OOC: The Watchtower is on the moon right? Sorry, I'm almost DC illiterate and have to do some research before my posts. Let me know if I'm screwing anything up out of character, guys.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:No.It is Not.Its in Space...Floating like a satellite.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Didn't we crash that one last season? I thought the new one was under water or something.
I'll admit that I haven't paid too much attention to that particular detail. It never really mattered from my perspective.

...yeah, my input doesn't help in the least.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: Yeah, it's underwater.

 

[Priest]

OOC: Thanks for letting me know.

After quitely typing instructions, I connect the JLA Watchtower, "Watchtower.Oracle here. I think I'm in need of Martian Manhunter's assistance."

"Barbara? Is that you? What seems to be the trouble?"

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barbara Gordon

"J'onn, would you mind paying Bruce Wayne a visit?Its urgent.And not something the rest of JLA should know about." I speak into the earpiece.

 

[Priest]

*J'onn starts to walk towards the exit.*

"You have my word, Barbara. The others shall never know.

*J'onn presses a button on the wall that leads to a tube-like hallway. He presses another button and the tube fills woth water and The Martian Manhunter leaves The Watchtower. As the door shuts behind him, the tube releases the water it was containing. J'onn rockets out of the ocean and makes his way towards Gotham City.*

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Alfred ushers J'onn into Bruce's large,ornately decorated bedroom. I wheel inside after the two men. "He's been acting all weird lately,calling himself 'the bat'. And I thought this may be your area of expertise J'onn.Do you think you can do something about him?"

My eyes fall on Bruce who lays in bed, once again drenched in sweat.Obviously having nightmares of some kind.

 

[Priest]

*J'onn follows Alfred and peers into Bruce Wayne's eyes.*

"I've never seen him like this. He looks hollow inside. I need to scan his mind, but for me to do that, I need his permission."

*J'onn puts his hand on Bruce's head and shifts his body to look like Thomas Wayne, Bruce's father.*

"Bruce, I'm here to help you. May I help you, Bruce?"

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

The mind is infinate.

I lay here, not seeing, not feeling, not hearing. I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead, sane or insane, or here or not here. The only thing I can invision is the Alley. I believe...I KNOW, that's where I am. Crime Alley. The place where I was aborted from the world of the calm and sane and reborn broken into this world of madness.

Both The Man and The Bat are stuck, dorment, healing from their recent struggle. Both want control of me. They want to be me. But their fight is too chaotic, if they continue any longer, I will collapse and die from the strain.

I consider these new personas not to be myself, simply because they are different kind of me.

They control the mind and soul. I am not The Man. I am not The Bat. I am just a lost child in a dark alley.

It was then when...no, I can't be. It's impossible. He's dead. Yet, here he is...Father.

"Bruce," he says, "I'm here to help you. May I help you, Bruce?"

I knew the instant that he spoke that this man wasn't Father. But I did reconize who he was, in a way. He IS here to help.

"Yes. Yes, you may help me."

OOC: I'm putting this here, so no one will be confused. I'm putting it as each of these personas represent each of his emotions.

The Bat would obviously represent his inner rage, The Man represent's the grief and loneliness, and The Boy in the Alley...that's more difficult to describe.

The Boy's kind-of a safe spot in that, like the post described, that was the place where he was reborn. It's almost literary a representation of perhaps someone's mother where they were born, but since Bruce was reborn without his mother, that is what his safe spot has become.

I hope I'm not getting to philosofical on you guys.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:Great writing DarkKnight. Do consider taking Eng. Lit classes if u don't do so already.You seem to possess a keen, analytical mind.