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

[rigel7soldiers]

Dinah watched the fight from a distance, wanting to jump in at any number of times, but restraining.
Bruce said he wanted Slade, and while it seemed totally egotistical and ‘macho manly’ of him, she wasn’t about to insert her opinion in the middle of a fight.
She listened to Deathstroke egg Bruce on in silence until he said.

”I’ve killed children Bruce. Women, children, it didn’t matter. I let my daughter kill a little girl in her sleep and I ended up killing her father. And it hardly meant a thing. I could’ve spat on the graves of your colleagues.”

A cold chill went up her and she stood stunned, as a single hot tear ran down her face.
She felt her brain race ahead as if to catch up with the information.

"Alright, I've seen enough."
"Batman's down. Unless he says otherwise, we find shelter and fix up that kneecap."

She watched as Pieter bent over Bruce, the shock rolled like waves over her, it was almost easier not knowing who did it. She glanced over at Ollie a few rooftops away, she was almost glad he didn’t hear that.

She clenched her fists, and swung around to face Deathstroke.
“You Ba..” She started turning just in time to see Deathstroke behind Pieter.

“Mid-Nite!” She yelled as he was throw towards the edge.
After that everything happened as a blur, she saw Bruce pull something from his belt as Pieter grabbed the edge of the roof.
Throwing herself away from Batman and Deathstroke she rolled and ran for Pieter, grabbing his wrists, she braced her feet against the roof, and pulled him up, using his weight as leverage.
“You okay?” She asked.
Not waiting for an answer She glanced over at Batman and Deathstroke. Bruce still had his cape over him, and Deathstroke had stumbled back.

Straightening up she stared at him as images of Roy and Lian flooded her mind. She’d always been taught not to make it personal, or about revenge. But it was so hard.

Running she picked up Batman’s Bo staff and lunged at Deathstroke.

“You Bastard!” She screamed






OOC: Hope that's good enough.

OOC: It's great

IC: "Yeah. I'm cool. I'll get Batman. Think you can hold him off?"

I asked Batman how he was holding up. Didn't look good. Won't be able to walk for God knows how long. No, not good at all.

"What now, man? Stay here and fight, or get you to somewhere I can help you? You're the boss..."

 

[Phantasm]

ICracle

I look at J'onn realizing that whatever was happening down there couldn't be good. "Batman and Slade are in a fight, and the rest of them are bound to get themselves involved. We need to keep track of them and see if they need assistance. Can you get me access to a wheel chair and a computer system?" I ask him again.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

Dinah watched the fight from a distance, wanting to jump in at any number of times, but restraining.
Bruce said he wanted Slade, and while it seemed totally egotistical and ‘macho manly’ of him, she wasn’t about to insert her opinion in the middle of a fight.
She listened to Deathstroke egg Bruce on in silence until he said.

”I’ve killed children Bruce. Women, children, it didn’t matter. I let my daughter kill a little girl in her sleep and I ended up killing her father. And it hardly meant a thing. I could’ve spat on the graves of your colleagues.”

A cold chill went up her and she stood stunned, as a single hot tear ran down her face.
She felt her brain race ahead as if to catch up with the information.

"Alright, I've seen enough."
"Batman's down. Unless he says otherwise, we find shelter and fix up that kneecap."

She watched as Pieter bent over Bruce, the shock rolled like waves over her, it was almost easier not knowing who did it. She glanced over at Ollie a few rooftops away, she was almost glad he didn’t hear that.

She clenched her fists, and swung around to face Deathstroke.
“You Ba..” She started turning just in time to see Deathstroke behind Pieter.

“Mid-Nite!” She yelled as he was throw towards the edge.
After that everything happened as a blur, she saw Bruce pull something from his belt as Pieter grabbed the edge of the roof.
Throwing herself away from Batman and Deathstroke she rolled and ran for Pieter, grabbing his wrists, she braced her feet against the roof, and pulled him up, using his weight as leverage.
“You okay?” She asked.
Not waiting for an answer She glanced over at Batman and Deathstroke. Bruce still had his cape over him, and Deathstroke had stumbled back.

Straightening up she stared at him as images of Roy and Lian flooded her mind. She’d always been taught not to make it personal, or about revenge. But it was so hard.

Running she picked up Batman’s Bo staff and lunged at Deathstroke.

“You Bastard!” She screamed






OOC: Hope that's good enough.

OOC: Great post, the only thing is that I didn't have a bo staff, it was a Batsword.

IC:

I notice Mid-Nite standing next to me. "What now, man? Stay here and fight, or get you to somewhere I can help you? You're the boss..."

I try to shift my leg, pain reaches my brain and proceeds to tap-dance across it. I feel something shifting inside, probably the stray pellet from the shotgun blast. I take one of my batarangs and rip into that section, mumbling to myself. "Stupid bi-weave suit, it should have protected me from this..." I take the batarang and dig into the wound, eventually getting the pellet out between blinding amounts of sheer pain. Even for Mid-Nite's lack of vision, he's grimising. "As soon as this is over I'm going back to the drawing board, this is simply not working anymore. Probably something with more padding..." I continue to mumble to myself as I pick myself back up.

I tried stepping on the leg but the pain sheers through, almost driving me back. Mid-Nite must have heard this, for he was at my side seconds afterwards. I push him away and catch Dinah lauching herself at Slade.

I have to help her.

"Don't worry, Mid-Nite," I say, "I've fought through worse."

With that, I try my best to run and not limp back to the fight.

 

[Tropico]

OOC:The only staff around is Slade's power staff and he already shocked Bats when he tried to use it.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

OOC: LOL. This is pretty damn funny so far....Hey, while I'm here, is Shade still somewhere in the neighborhood of the whole Hal Jordan thing? Also if anyone can help, how strong is Flash's aura? Like what's the most it can protect itself from since he's allowed to go so friggin fast? Just need to take notes here since this is a pretty big storyline and I'm bound to get into a fight or two.

Shazam!

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Yes. Fear gas for everyone," the Scarecrow joked.

“Excellent news.” In the blink of an eye, Mordru transports them both back to the lab.

Back in the laboratory, Mordru walks over and inspects the containers of fear gas. “Well done, Scarecrow. Well done indeed.”
Mordru turns to Professor Crane, “I’d say you have earned this…”
Mordru stretches his arm out to his side, and a green bladed scythe appears in it. “This weapon is the Scythe of Alton Devire, a dark necromancer from the age of Camelot. His magical scythe can sheer through steel like a hot knife through butter. It is lightweight, easy to wield for a man of your stature.”

Mordru hands the scythe to the Scarecrow, “I came across it millennia ago in my quest for trinkets of magical power, and it is my gift to you.”

 

[Supergirl]

Kara notices Nightwing's collapse, and softly lifts him off the steel floor. She carries him to Batman's quarters and sets him on the bed in the room. "You get some rest, we're gonna need you."

She walks out to the conference room again. "Kal, we need to make our move. Any news of where Adam may be? Or updates on the situation on Gotham?"

 

[Savage]

Shazam!

OOC: Oh. My. God. Dude, you are the KING! I'm gonna really have some fun now.
Just wish there was something to do.

 

[Harlekin]

OOC: ...That post made me cry. You're really good, and I wasn't even on to react to it.

OOC: Thanks Twy, and I'm going to try and keep the OOC posts to a minimum.

IC:
"Thank you Mordru." Deathstroke silently whispered as he skidded across the floor. If it weren't for his enchantments, he would have been 'crippled' in that area for the rest of his life. Still hurt like hell, but he wasn't the Terminator for nothing. Just in time to see the Black Canary come running.

"What is it with you people and using my weapons!?" He remarks as he once again pushes the button on his belt, sending a more subdued shock through the bo-staff. After the earlier charge, this shock is only capable of sending the Canary reeling. Close enough to Slade though for him to jab her right under the ribcage. Direct to the liver. He throws her away as he hears the vomit fighting its way out.

"And the Dark Avenger. You can hardly walk man." Slade says as he grabs his bo staff and jumps for the Dark Knight, making a strike for the hurt knee.

 

[Phantasm]

OOCWW!!This is getting messy!
NIGHTWING respond as J'onn!Babs needs to help them!

 

[Nightwing]

LOL!
No. She can barely even walk.Well, in the comics she is completely paralized waist down, but in the RP, I have her on the brink of regaining the usage of her legs...So asked for a wheel chair of sorts. Something FAR from jets and stuff!

hhmmm...You don't read many Batman comics do you?

aaah no i dont read many and i certainly didnt know that.

 

[Nightwing]

ICracle

I look at J'onn realizing that whatever was happening down there couldn't be good. "Batman and Slade are in a fight, and the rest of them are bound to get themselves involved. We need to keep track of them and see if they need assistance. Can you get me access to a wheel chair and a computer system?" I ask him again.

"indeed bare with me" J'onn becomes tangible and slips through the floor. He then appears in the doorway with very neat little wheelchair. He lifts Oracle into it and wheels her to a small terminal and console on a lower level. "Allow me to try once again to contact anyone still out there. We may be able to get Batman some assistance." Oracle nodded as she tapped away at the keyboard.

"This is J'onn. Could any of the Justice League not in conflict please contact the watchtower immediately. Anyone else who was assigned missions that have now completed them also contact me. Batman is in need of assistance and we need as many able bodied people here as we can get." Oracle broke off from what she was doing and turned the wheelchair around. "and whats that supposed to mean?" She was grinning whilst she said so Manhunter knew there was no insult taken but he apologised any way "Im sorry Babara if you took any offence to that statement. It wasnt aimed at yourself. I can clearly see you are more able bodied than most" She continued to tap away.

 

[Phantasm]

ICracle

Smiling slightly, I turn back to the task at hand. I connect to Batman, hoping that I won't serve as a distraction of sorts." Batman. Oracle here.I'm in the Watchtower. Do you need asistance? Does anyone else there for that matter?" I look up his vital stats on the screen.He didn't look so good.

 

[Savage]

*I am so getting tired of sitting here twiddling my thumbs while the world goes to hell in a handbag, waiting for more news of the deaths the people I care about. I go over to J'onn and Oracle and notice Bats, Canary, and Mid-Nite getting slaughtered down in Gotham*

"They went down with more people than that. Where are they?"

 

[Charlie No-One]

The Scarecrow looked at the gift that was being handed to him. The green scythe was glowing in the dim lab. “Th…thank you sir,” Scarecrow stuttered. He looked over his shoulder to see a steel support on the table. Swinging his arm, the Scythe of Alton Devire cut right through the metal, sending the table to the floor. He looked at what he had done in amazement.

“What shall I do next?”

 

[ThePiedPiper]

Musty sewage and rays of street lamps caught Catwoman’s face. She had been out for an hour and could only hope no one saw her. Unleashing her whip, Selina managed to crawl to a roof top.

“Batman? Are you there? Scarecrow is on the loose some where,”

 

[Phantasm]

*I am so getting tired of sitting here twiddling my thumbs while the world goes to hell in a handbag, waiting for more news of the deaths the people I care about. I go over to J'onn and Oracle and notice Bats, Canary, and Mid-Nite getting slaughtered down in Gotham*

"They went down with more people than that. Where are they?"

ICracle

I turn to face Flash standing beside us, "We're trying to figure that out Flash. Batman hasn't responded yet."

 

[Nightwing]

ICracle

I turn to face Flash standing beside us, "We're trying to figure that out Flash. Batman hasn't responded yet."

J'onn steps in. "No-one has for that matter. There is either some exterior force in play preventing us from contacting or something is seriously up." He turns to Oracle. "Do you think you can take care of things up here?I think Flash and I need to go help Batman out and also see what exactly is going on down there" He turns back to Flash "Flash get the jet ready. If we have casualties we may need to stow them away. Also pack as much fire power as you can onto the jet. We may need it"

 

[Phantasm]

IC: Oracle

"Sure." If I know Bruce well enough...he wouldn't want all the JL in a battle he was personally engaged with...his pride probably won't let him appreciate their assistance...but desperate times call for desperate measures. "They obviously need help. I'll stay connected to you so I can assist you from up here in any way possible."

 

[Savage]

"Done."

*Gotta help someone since Supes is taking his sweet time waiting for Black Adam to show up on the radar again so they can talk it out. That's Supes for ya. Always trying to see the best in people even if it means being totally oblivious to the obvious.*

"Jet's packed 'n ready to go. We gonna do this or we gonna do this?"

 

[Nightwing]

"Done."

*Gotta help someone since Supes is taking his sweet time waiting for Black Adam to show up on the radar again so they can talk it out. That's Supes for ya. Always trying to see the best in people even if it means being totally oblivious to the obvious.*

"Jet's packed 'n ready to go. We gonna do this or we gonna do this?"

"Very well. Let us depart." Turning to Babara. "Keep on comm. link just in case you need assistance. Oh and if anyone else turns up let us know. We may need help ourselves." J'onn turned and headed to the jet. He floated into the cockpit and started the engine. "Ok Wally when we get there I want you to scout the area and tell me exactly who's there what their situations are and also any ambushes that we can expect." The jet took off into the atmosphere of earth. They flew towards Gotham. "Ok Flash where do we go from here?"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The Scarecrow looked at the gift that was being handed to him. The green scythe was glowing in the dim lab. “Th…thank you sir,” Scarecrow stuttered. He looked over his shoulder to see a steel support on the table. Swinging his arm, the Scythe of Alton Devire cut right through the metal, sending the table to the floor. He looked at what he had done in amazement.

“What shall I do next?”

“You may do what you wish, for now. I have work to do with these containers of fear gas you have created.”
Mordru walks back over to the fear gas canisters, moving up right next to them.
“I believe Black Adam and the Shade have just returned. You should introduce yourself to your new allies”, says Mordru with a smile.
The Dark Lord then disappears with the containers of fear gas in a flare of green fire. Back to his chamber Mordru has gone. Back to cast his spells on the fear gas to increase its power.

Returning back to his chamber, the Dark Lord called up a pair of mystical scrying mirrors. With a glance, the Dark Lord attuned the first mirror to watch the battle ensuing in Gotham between Deathstroke and Batman, and the other to view the heroes in their Watchtower.

Mordru then began his work, casting spells on the fear gas, preparing it to suit his needs.

 

[Savage]

"Very well. Let us depart." Turning to Babara. "Keep on comm. link just in case you need assistance. Oh and if anyone else turns up let us know. We may need help ourselves." J'onn turned and headed to the jet. He floated into the cockpit and started the engine. "Ok Wally when we get there I want you to scout the area and tell me exactly who's there what their situations are and also any ambushes that we can expect." The jet took off into the atmosphere of earth. They flew towards Gotham. "Ok Flash where do we go from here?"

*Before I could answer back my jaw dropped at shock of seeing what's left on the clocktower. I knew what happened. I even saw it on the computers at the Watchtower...But to see it with my very own eyes...God,, they are not pulling any punches with this one. I struggled to regain my composer. Gotta take control of my anger and use it.*

"Uh-uh-The park. Gotham City Park. Just park there, turn the cloaking device on. It's a safe distance from the clocktower but not too far and if another building goes down there's no risk of it doing any harm to it."

*I've been waiting to get my hands on Slade Wilson. Everyone has. His destruction of the clocktower is just crap on the compost heap he has to answer for.*

*J'onn Lands the Javalin and I'm the first one out of there. I make a quick round to servey the area and just whatever everyone is doing but I don't return to him. If he wants any information then he can just read my mind cause handing that bastard his own ass on a plate is my first priority, regardless of the plan. Right now I don't care. He killed Bart and I'll be damned if he ain't gonna answer for it.*

*Slade reaches back with his staff and I use that little momentum against him, grabbing the the staff and pulling him, sending him flying through a rooftop door and down the stairs at superspeed.*

*I turn to Bats and notice his injured knee.*

"You were going to call for help when?"

 

[Harlekin]

"Great. The cavalry has arrived." Deathstroke says with a smirk as he checks his wounds. They'll patch up, and he'll need to lie down later, for a long while, in a good bed. No time for that now though, he thinks to himself as he grabs a pair of special made bullets from his belt, perfect for the Flash, loading them into his shotgun. "You're not the only clever boy in town Bruce."

Grabbing the emerald with his other hand, he smiles and thinks back to the rooftop, to the Flash, probably right next to Batman. Just need to home on in him a little. Thank god for magic. In a second and with a bright emerald glow, the Terminator appears right next to the Flash and fires his gun, heading straight for the superhero's stomach. "Dodge."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mordru saw in the scrying mirror that his ally, Deathstroke, was being grossly outnumbered.
“Well now, we absolutely must do something about that”, says the Dark Lord as he rises from his work and teleports to Gotham. Before he goes, he sends out a mystical command into the main room of his Tower.
“Deathstroke requires assistance near the clocktower in Gotham.”

Arriving in Gotham, Mordru surveyed the scene as he floated above the battle. His teammate, Deathstroke, was standing alone against impossible numbers. It was time to even the odds a bit. With a blast of mystical fury, he blows the one call Cyborg apart. He may not be dead, but it will be a long time before he rejoins this war.
Seeing Mordru appear and attack Victor from his rooftop vantage point, Green Arrow fires a trio of explosive arrows at the Dark Lord. The arrows explode against the mystical shields Mordru has in place causing no damage to him. The Dark Lord’s eyes blaze with a green fire, and Ollie’s bowstring snaps off at one end and begins to strangle him as though it were alive. Unable to break the grip, Green Arrow slips into unconsciousness.
Mordru floats closer towards the battle, “Hello, heroes. Your angel of death has arrived.”