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

[rigel7soldiers]

OOC: We don't *need* J'onn to be anywhere right now, but his presence couldn't hurt. ...You could go to Savage and PFunk2 and follow them to the source wall. Or, you can start your own arc.

 

[Spike_x1]

Rudy Jones swung his leg out, aiming for Killer Frost's side, but she created a shield of ice to block the blow. She then shot a lance of ice at Parasite, catching him in the shoulder. Rudy shrugged off the pain and smiled as he again charged to Killer Frost.

"If you're gonna play hard to get, play harder. I like it rough!"

The Parasite's power was beginning to run out! He had landed a blow to Killer Frost minutes earlier in the fight, which had flung her across the ring. Now, Rudy gave her another hit with presumably the same effort, but it only knocked her some ten feet away.

"Sonuva-" Rudy was cut short as Frost kicked him in the jaw. Backing off after hitting him, Frost did a backwards somersault, but she was hit in midair by the Parasite's massive fist. The blow shot her flat onto the floor, but without any major damage. She merely smirked, got to her feet, and blasted Parasite with an ice beam.

"You want it rough? I'll give you 'rough', Rudy!" Her ice blast surrounded Parasite and pushed him back into the cage wall behind him. The Parasite was running out of energy and fast! He was going to lose.

Then a spark of electricity lit around him.

"Huh? Rudy managed to look at where the electricity was coming from; the cage! It was electrified! "I could sure go for a tasty snack right about now," said Rudy as he extended the reach of his power to drain the electricity from the cage.

The lights and games around the House began blinking on and off as Rudy tapped into the casino's power supply. Finally, the lights shut off for the last time and all that was seen was the flashing as the Parasite melted the ice around him. When he was done, the entire arena, not to mention the whole casino, was in complete darkness. All of the audience members were trying not to make a sound, so as to hear who might win the fight in the dark.
All that was heard was "Now then, Beautiful, where were we?" What followed was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the occasion flash of Rudy's new electricity or the crystalizing noise of Killer Frost emitting another ice blast.

Then silence.

For what seemed like an eternity no noise was made in the ring. Suddenly the power was brought back online as someone must've installed a new energy source somewhere in the complex. What was seen in the ring as the lights came back on made some people cheer and some cry as they either won or lost their bet.

The Parasite was cradling Killer Frost's unconscious body.

"I just love those freethinking feminist-types."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

OOC: ok so you guys have been bunnying J'onn.i know hes in the infirmary but what did you want him to have seen and where are you wanting him now?if you want to bunny for a bit until i can catch up then thats fine.

OOC: You should PM batnkevlar to get an idea of what you saw in Hal's mind.

 

[Harlekin]

Busting in to the Shade's apartment, Deathstroke quickly fires up a few flares, spreading them around as he walks through the apartment, eventually making it to the small table, littered with all kinds of plans. Articles on the latest Tarantula, the old Tarantula, even a few pieces on Nightwing and Khandaq. Last but not least, a blueprint of Blüdhaven underneath it all.

Inspecting the blueprint, Deathstroke made sure to be on his guard at all times. The plans were useless in the sense that the Shade had left no marks on them. But he had certainly made his intentions clear. He was going to Blüdhaven, and so was Deathstroke.

 

[Savage]

<EDIT>Someone beat me to it.
OOC:Got an idea though. Maybe J'onn and Hal can investigate this Source Wall thing together? I mean Flash and John Stewart learned something that most cosmic types like Hal Jordon and J'onn Jon'z know already so they'll probably be involved with fending off Black Adam's crew's upcoming attack anyway so you guys can invesitgate this whole Source Wall thing till it gets so big it reaches earth. Speaking of GL members, I'm actually suprised that Sinestro hasn't been recruited yet. But that's probably be too much with all the heavy hitters they currently have anyway.

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker smiled deviously at Batman.

"I have a special surprise for you, Batman. A fitting end, I'd say."

The Joker turned to The Penguin.

"Ozzie, I think it would be best if you stayed here at The Iceberg Lounge. Me and Harv have some business to take care of. Help me lift our friend will you Harv?"

The Joker and Two-Face lifted the chair Batman was tied to into the back of one of The Penguin's cargo vans. The Joker had a duffel bag already dumped in there. he got into the driver's seat, and Two-Face got into the passenger's seat. They drove off.

"Oh, you're going to love this, Brucie. You see, I've made some calls, and had some of my associates do a little...digging. I'm not just going to kill you - I'm going to drive you insane first!"

The van drove through Gotham City, finally ending up at Gotham Cemetery. They drove through the pathway, finally stopping the van near the gravesite of Thomas and Martha Wayne. The joker and Two-Face untied the paralysed Batman from the chair, carrying him past the site. The Joker stopped, allowing Batman plenty of time to see that the graves had been dug up, and that the bodies had been removed from the coffins.

"HA HA! I know what you're thinking, Brucie. Where are Mommy and Daddy? Well, I'll show you."

The Joker let Two-Face and Batman through the graveyard, soon coming to a large open grave. Inside were the decayed skeletons of Bruce Wayne's parents. Inside, Batman was probably screaming. But outside, he was perfectly still, perfectly motionless.

"Oh, they haven't aged well. HA HA! But I guess you have a lot of catching up to do with them, Brucie-boy. So why don't you get a little closer with them?"

The Joker shoved Batman into the grave. He landed face-down in the grave, in between the skeletons of his parents.

"Harv, go get the shovels from the back of the van."

Two-Face went and got the shovels, and they proceeded to bury Batman alive. Once the grave was complete, The Joker took a red rose out of his pocket, laying it on the burial site.

"So long, Batman. It's been a pleasure. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"

The joker and Two-Face left the graveyard, heading back to THe Iceberg Lounge. The Joker laughed triumphantly for the whole journey.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Time to use those ol' escape artist tricks, huh?

 

[Tropico]

Bludhaven:

Something awakens Catalina out of her slumber, the hairs on the back of her neck are standing and she has a feeling of dread. She looks around her cell but there's nothing there but the pounding of her heart. She tries to speak but notices that her throat is dry, as she swallows hard to clear her throat the shadows on the wall distort and jump at her. She tries to open her mouth to scream, but the shadows behind her have smothered her. The shadows engulf her completely as the darkness leads her back to unconsciousness, she could swear that the last thing she can hear besides the pounding in her hears is laughter.

Catalina awakens dressed in her full Tarantula outfit. She checks herself and counts all her weapons with her. The only thing she's lacking is a firearm. The next step, she situates herself, she appears to be in some kind of warehouse.

“Doesn’t this make for a quaint setting? Oh, I’m sure you’re thinking that it’s quite cliché to trap a masked mystery person in an abandoned warehouse, of all places; but, please, bear with me as I get back into the swing of things.”- says a voice from the shadows.

“Yeah, right! Bear with THIS!”- Tarantula answers as she runs away from the disembodied voice and looks for a way out.

“My dear Catalina…can I call you Catalina? We should be in familiar terms considering I had to wriggle you into that skimpy little outfit you choose to wear. Young women these days…really! What kind of role model are you to the nice little girls of Bludhaven prancing around like some common trollop? I’m sure the original Tarantula, the worthy one, would frown upon such a display. Poor Mason must be spinning faster than the Top in his grave. The way you dress yourself is the kind that would get you into trouble with the unsavory element that are making some kind of transaction just outside that door.”-the voice fades away as Tarantula, who has been running all this time, approaches the exit door.

She stops and opens the door a bit spying the men the voice mentioned. She takes note of their positions and waits until the right moment to burst out of the doorway. With a few well placed moves she takes the 5 men down, searches their bodies and takes some cash and a gun. She looks around and formulates her best escape route. She runs near the warehouse wall, keeping to the most lit areas and then rounds the corner, feeling herself home free. Her heart jumps to her throat as a black figure steps out of the long shadows made by the lampposts’ light.

“I trust that little appetizer has served as a decent warm for our encounter, I think it was rather appropriate, don’t you?”- says the Shade with a malicious grin.
“Shadow Thief!”- Tarantula spits the word as if it’s foul tasting.
“By Jove! How dare you confuse me with that babbling madman? I must say, I feel extremely offended! The name, my dear, is The Shade. And if you’re…”- Shade’s words are interrupted as he dodges a dart from Tarantula’s blowgun. “Simple minded and rude, as I imagined.”- Shade responds as he launches a shadow bolt at Tarantula. After a few exchanges from both parties, Tarantula feigns that her injury is worse than it is. As the Shade grows closer she pulls the gun on him. “Oh, dear! Whatever are you going to do with a gun my heroic little..”- Shade’s words are drowned by the sound of rapport of the gun.

Tarantula steps closer to the Shade’s prone body her gun is drawn and aiming at the body. “I was getting tired of your queer little speech. Thanks for breaking me out and giving me a means for new start, Slim Shadey. What you got to say now that you’re lying in a pool of your own blood?”- Tarantula quips.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

As I was being driven to God-knows-where, I felt my right pinky move. I'm not sure if I'm proud of my progress or even more pissed off for my lack of it. But I'll keep my movements secret for now, I can't have Joker noticing and jamming more of that liquid into me.

As his goons dropped me into the graveyard, a freezing chill ran through my spine. It wasn't until I notice the headstones that my blood ran cold and the sheer hate burns through my veins like a building cancer.

This bastard, this evil monster, the Anti-Christ himself, has dug up the bodies of my parents, left them out of their coffon's, and dropped their decaying bodies back into the grave. I want to disembowl this wretched creature. Burn him alive from the inside out.

Then, he drops me into the grave and starts re-shoveling the dirt onto me. Anger burns into adredeline and the adredeline works against the paralizing drug. My body starts to flex and move as the dirt starts to weigh against me. I start to dig my way through, trying not to have the dirt get into me and holding my breath.

Finally, my hand reached the surface. I started clawing my way out and finally got the rest of my cape out. I saw the truck starting to speed away.

No. Not this time. Joker has finally gone to far. I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago.

I'm going to kill him.

I take all the exploding batarangs that I hold, I threw all of them, hitting the middle of the truck. The truck explodes and falls onto it's side, scrapping across the pavement for a few feet.

I calmly walk towards the burn wreckage, kicking out the windows and finding my pale-faced target. I grab him by the collar and fling him across the wreckage. I look and notice a tool-kit that had feel from the truck. Beside it, I noticed a tool he had used before to kill another of my own.

I pick up the crowbar, planning to use to to beat him as close to death as I humanly can, just like he did to Jason. I'm going to rip him open and choke him on his own intestines. I'm going to make him beg and plead and whimper and choke for his death and then I will beat him some more, until the Hell I send him too will seem like Heaven compared to what I have done.

And God forgive me, I'm going to enjoy it.

 

[Keyser Soze]

OOC: Very good post JRK! I like the nod to "Sin City" as well...

"Batman! What an...unpleasant surprise."

The Joker was scrambling backwards, away from Batman. He had already been beaten to within an inch of his life with a crowbar once in the recent past. He didn't intend on having it done to him again. And judging by the way The Bat looked, he wasn't going to escape with his life. Not this time.

"Hey, Bruce, don't take it personally. Heh heh, I was just making things right. In all fairness, you should have been buried with your parents way back whenm you were a little spoiled-brat kid."

The Joker staggered up onto his feet, still moving backwards. Batman was slowly but surely approaching him, with murder in mind.

"You're not going to kill me, are you Bats? That's not you. If you kill me, I've won. And by killing me, you're going to let your friend Harvey Dent die. he's still in the burning van. Are you going to rescue him, or kill me?"

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"Why not? Now both sides will match his ugly demenor."

I see the stunned look on Joker's face. It gives me enough time to whack him across the head with the crowbar. It'll give me enough time to get Dent out the truck. I walk across the truck and drag Dent, groaning from the fire getting to him, out of the truck and start rolling him around so that the fire on him is put out. I take the crowbar and bash him across the back, gasping and dropping to the ground. I grab him by the chunks of hair he has left and breathe into his ear.

"You make one move, or one sound, I'll snatch the life right out of you. Do you understand?"

Before he can say anything, I drop his head and go back to the Joker. Dent's was just a warning, if all goes to plan, there will only be one casulty tonight.

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker could actually see stars. He cralwed around aimlessly on the ground, trying to regain his bearings. But before he could get to his feet, he could hear Batman approaching behind him. He would have to think fast.

He spun round, pointing his gun at Batman.

"Stay back, Brucie! I'm not joking this time - now it's really loaded!"

 

[Harlekin]

"Nicely done." Deathstroke says as he jumps down from a nearby building. "It was hard tracking you down there for a second Shade. Tarantula, Blüdhaven." Slade approached the Shade carefully, especially after having seen how effectively the man had taken down the Tarantula.

"And I just might have an offer you can't refuse."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

The Joker could actually see stars. He cralwed around aimlessly on the ground, trying to regain his bearings. But before he could get to his feet, he could hear Batman approaching behind him. He would have to think fast.

He spun round, pointing his gun at Batman.

"Stay back, Brucie! I'm not joking this time - now it's really loaded!"

"This is kevlar-lined, remember?" I tap the hard plate on my armor. "Do you really think that can stop me? Nothing will stop me. You've gone too far. It's time for you to die."

 

[Keyser Soze]

OOC: Sorry for the bunnying here, JRK. I just want an excuse to use a cool pic...

Batman through a Batarang knocking the gun away from The Joker. He grabbed The Joker, hitting a solid punch in his face. The Joker let out a pained whimper, which quickly turned into a desperate laugh.

"Funny how things turn out!" he sputtered.

"No! I won't be dying. I have so much to do. So many people to kill..."

The Joker through a smoke grenade onto the ground, and the area surrounding him erupted into green gas. The Joker used this opportunity to make a run for it, trying to exit the scene. Trying to get away from Batman.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

He's not going to escape.

I track his movements with my starlight lenses. I take out three of my shrioukin Batarangs and throw them on pressure points in the back. He should be stuck on the ground for a while.

I walk towards him, gripping the crowbar in my hands. No, there will be no escape for The Joker. There will be no clever escapes or some rescue situation I have to stop. It's just me, him, and a crowbar.

Like Joker had just said, "Funny how things turn out."

 

[Keyser Soze]

batman may have expected The Joker to start whimpering in fear, or start begging for his life. But instead, he just started laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....."

The Joker spat out a wad of blood, looking up at Batman.

"Well, here we are. You win, I lose. Now, why don't you kill me?"

The Joker stared at Batman, a mad glint in his eye.

"Come on, it's easy. Bash my brains in. You know you want to. Become what you were always destined to be. A maniac. A psycho. A killer."

The Joker chortled tauntingly at Batman.

"After all, I'm the only thing that keeps you from being just as crazy as all the monsters you hunt. If you kill me, you become me. You need me to give your life justification. You need someone to hate other than yourself. So go ahead and kill me. I can die happy, knowing the hell you're going to be entering."

The Joker closed his eyes, waiting for the fatal blow. A smile slowly spread across his face.

"Smile, and the whole world smiles with you. Cry, and you weep alone."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I raise the crowbar, about to bash his face in, when his laughter starts ringing in my head. Other voices start in my head, leaving nothing but confusion it it's wake. Images blink back and forth in my mind.

My parents being shot.
Jason, dead and freezing in my arms.
Seeing Barbra's tear-drenched face in the hospital after she was shot.
HIM shooting Sara Essen.
HIM standing over Tommy Elliot's dead body.
Alfred, dead on the ground, with HIS grin plastered on his face.
My mother kissing my on the cheek before tucking me to bed.
Alfred telling me that everything will be alright, dispite the emptyness inside me.
Seeing my mother in that "other plane" after so many years.
Tim Drake holding onto me after he finally snapped out of his dark side.
Barbra with a grin on her face as she showed me her working legs for the first time.

What was before a settled certainty in my mind has become utter confusion. His laughter was more crazed than ever, because of his soon death. I realize his plan.

I angerly swung the crowbar...and just stopping it an inch from his face. I drop the crowbar just beside his face. I turn around and start to walk away. I turn on the comm, telling Oracle the corridates of Joker and Two-Face so the police can grab them.

I am never going to become HIM. Ever.

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker opened his eyes. What had happened? He looked over, and saw the crowbar lying beside him, and then, with a wince of pain, looked up. His smile vanbished as he spotted Batman, slowly walking away.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get back here and finish the job! Don't you walk away from me!"

No, this wasn't happening. Batman wasn't going to win, not this time.

"Your mother was a ****e! And your father sodomised Alfred on a daily basis! I've had sex with Barbara Gordon, I did her up the ass! HA HA! Are you listening to me? Are you really going to let me live, knowing what I could do to you? Knowing what I could do to your loved ones? Bruce! BATMAN!"

But Batman was gone. The Joker tried to get up to go after him, but his back froze up. He was still too hurt from the batarangs to move. With an angered sigh, he slumped back onto the ground. As he heard the sirens slowly approaching, he slammed his fist into the ground in frustration.

Batman had won again. But he was going to pay. Oh, he was going to pay...

 

[Keyser Soze]

OOC; I have to say thank you, JRK. What a rally of posts that was. Well done!

 

[Twitch]

I made a hard right into Central Gotham when I realized why am I doing this? I don't deserve to be a crime fighter yet alone carry the name Robin. I felt that Bruce should have killed me on the spot. The crimes I have commited are deemed unspeakable. There's only person who can help fight the demons.....

"Ducard."

 

[Tropico]

Shade looked at Deathstroke up and down as he neared Tarantula's writhing body. He loomed over her..."Not only do you dress like a ****, but you carry yourself like nothing more like a common thug. I'm afraid I have to pay you back for those gunshot wounds, you didn't expect my comeback to be such a short affair did you?"- Shade says at Tarantula in an angry tone.

"Deathstroke, I believe you might have been a little premature with your entrance. You'll have to forgive my rudeness for running out on you for a few minutes, I have some previous business to attend to and make sure that this trollop's spirit remembers not to try to take on a legacy that doesn't belong to her in her next life. And...Slade, old chap, I know brusqueness is in your nature but praising me and then threatening me with an offer "I can't refuse" doesn't sit well with me. The Terminator title might intimidate others, but it's hardly impressive to me. Since I "can't" refuse this offer I'm sure you WILL wait for me right here. You'll stay righ here, right?"- Shade says without pause as the shadows begin to envelop him and he says a few last words before disappearing completely with Tarantula.

Shade's torture session with Tarantula in the Shadow Lands is best to the imagination. Suffice it to say that she talked about things that the Shade didn't enquire about. She offered sexual favors and when Shade refused she turned those same words into things that he should do to himself. The brazen talk by the woman ellicited a response in the Shade and what it brought was more pain to her. In those desperate moments she gave out all her secrets, even Nightwing's dual identity. At this moment the Shade decided to end her existence out of boredom. He left her body in the Shadow Lands to be dealt with accordingly by whatever demons might be wandering there. He kept her bloodied mask and blowgun and then opened a portal to Richard Grayson's dwelling where he left both items.

The shadows distorted near Deathstroke and Shade stepped out. "Well, dear Slade; what is this about and offer and where will we go that's not as dismal as this place?"

 

[TheCorpulent1]

Now that Mordru had cured him of his problems, Ares wrapped himself in flames as he prepared to teleport away.

"Ares! What are you doing?" Black Adam yelled.

"You think I'd actually ally myself with filthy lesser beings? Please! You were ridiculously easy to manipulate, fools that you are." The flames rose higher, then winked out. Ares was gone.

"Excellent," Black Adam remarked. "Three members in and we already have our first betrayal. I knew there was a reason I distanced myself from you so-called 'villains' before. You are all UTTERLY without HONOR!" He finished in a shout.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Now that Mordru had cured him of his problems, Ares wrapped himself in flames as he prepared to teleport away.

"Ares! What are you doing?" Black Adam yelled.

"You think I'd actually ally myself with filthy lesser beings? Please! You were ridiculously easy to manipulate, fools that you are." The flames rose higher, then winked out. Ares was gone.

"Excellent," Black Adam remarked. "Three members in and we already have our first betrayal. I knew there was a reason I distanced myself from you so-called 'villains' before. You are all UTTERLY without HONOR!" He finished in a shout.

“Calm yourself, Adam. Ares’ betrayal will not go unpunished. Do you honestly think I’d cure him with no contingency plan? The mystical energies that I removed can be easily injected back into the god of conflicts…and rather painfully, I might add.”

Mordru concentrates and closes his eyes as he whispers an incantation under his breath. A few moments later, the wizard comes back to reality.
“There, it is done. The energies that I held in check in a pocket dimension have now been released. They will seek out the Olympian wherever he may be. And, once they find him, they will merge with him once more”, Mordru says as he purses his lips in a wicked smile.

“Now then, about recruiting other members to our cause…”

 

[TheCorpulent1]

"Yes, do you have some means of viewing events in the world? I have no further suggestions for our Alliance, but perhaps we can simply find others whose goals may fit with our own."