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

“There, all finished”, said the Dark Lord as he cast the final spell in his chamber. On top of a enormous alter sat the containers of fear gas, but, unlike how they looked before Mordru took them here, they were now covered in runes that pulsed with an eerie green glow.
“I must say, Hector, this is one of my greatest creations. Using a sequence of ancient spells, I’ve managed to enhance this gas' potency a great deal.”
Mordru rose to his feet and walked from his throne, “Yes, Hector, those were the spells I enchanted it with. Now, all the fears and nightmares those infected by the gas see will be made into reality. It will be thing of beauty to behold.”
Leaving the gas in his chamber, Mordru walked out into the main room of the Tower seeing Shade, “Shade, I am about to pay our newest member a visit in his laboratory. Would you care to join me?”
 
Shade put down his now empty goblet. "I was about to do just that."- he said while picking up his cane. He walked with Mordru as they made their way to look for Scarecrow. "It appears that Teth Adam is fuming somewhere, I haven't seen him since our encounter with Hal. I hope he didn't catch something from when Hal spit his face."- the Shade chuckled as they walked.
 
Black Adam skulked about the Tower of Fate's main chambers, sincerely hoping that Jordan had managed to save those civilians. He didn't particularly care about them--indeed, they were merely casualties of a war the heroes had started in Khandaq, as surely as the dozens of Khandaqis who must have perished in his homeland's rioting and anarchy--but he had spent too long a time as a champion of the weak to feel cavalier about sacrificing them so willingly. And yet, in the heat of that moment... he did sacrifice them, in spirit, at least, if Hal had indeed managed to save them. And he had reveled in it. It was undeniable to all but the most deluded of fools.

Black Adam overheard Mordru and the Shade talking about their plans for the Scarecrow's "enhanced" fear gas. His disgust was almost palpable. Blast it all, Teth-Adam thought as he retired to a side chamber to get away from his allies. I am still a man of honor. Aren't I? Or have I, in allying myself with these wretched blackguards, lowered myself to their level? Is this my punishment, then, for turning my back on the ideals I once championed for so long?

He drove his fist into the wall with a crash. "DAMN these questions of honor! Damn these SNAKES I call allies!" He looked at his hands as if they belonged to a stranger. But they were his, sure enough as the thoughts that tormented him. There was, however, a side of himself whose thoughts would be untroubled by his recent actions. A side without the moral compass that ate away at him. A side called Theo Adam. But he knew that simply using his descendant to escape his ambivalence was a cowardly way out. He knew that down to his bones. He knew... and after all that he had done, he could truthfully say that at this point, he didn't care.

And so, as if possessed by his tormented subconscious, Black Adam shouted to the empty room: "And damn MYSELF! SHAZAM!" The air picked up its familiar charge as the lightning raced towards him, and Black Adam closed his eyes with a smile, thankful the confusion and anger would finally be over. Let his sadistic descendent revel in his misdeeds.

The bolt smashed home and Black Adam felt his body changing. Theo Adam gazed at his surroundings through confused eyes. "Wh--what the hell's going on? Where am I? How'd I get here?" Theo walked up to one of the stone walls and touched it to see if it was real. "This must be that Egyptian bastard's doing. Well, he was an idiot to transform back to me. I'll see to it that that pompous, deluded fool never sees the light of day agaieeeEEYARGH!!" Theo clutched his head in pain and he felt his mind tear away from his body. When next Theo Adam opened his eyes, it was not his own mind behind them, but rather that of the ancient Teth-Adam.

"What's this? My mind in my descendent's body?" He sifted through what remained of Theo Adam's memories for some clue to his current condition.

"Of course. The fool made a deal with Johnny Sorrow to cure himself of a brain tumor. He never realized that that tumor was all that kept my mind from resuming control of the body the Wizard empowered so long ago. Apparently the effects were set to spread into this body as well, but I had spent so little time in it for fear of Theo running amok that the change was never completed until now."

Black Adam sat down on the floor, dejected. "Truly, this is punishment. Punishment for my sins, and now punishment for my cowardice. There is no escape." He pondered his options, but in the end they all led to the same conclusion. "There is nothing left but to accept my fate... So be it. Gone is Teth-Adam, champion of the people. All that remains is Black Adam, and I will be an instrument of revenge." He stayed in his weaker form regardless. At least the weight of power didn't weigh on him on top of everything else when he was like this...
 
DarkKnightJRK said:
The Javelin lands on the Watchtower hanger and I limp out.

There's no use in denying it, my knee is preety much s**t at this point. I need to go to the Infimery where I'll probably have to go into surgery.

S**t. S**t. S**t. I notice I'm swearing a lot more often, but I blame it on the knee. At this point, I'd blame the ecomemy on the broken knee.

Luckily, I've learned to hide my pain, physical, emotional, even mental. That's probably not good for my mental health, but considering my present wear, I think that's preety much a lost cause.

I limp into the Infermery. I notice J'onn on the floor, with Hal looking helpless. Barbara's helping someone with his costume.

Yes, we really do look like we're ready to face the Dark Allience.

...Wait. I look at the man Barbara's helping. He is in dire need of a shave. And a haircut. And a bath. And his clothing is cut up to hell. But, I could reconize the black and blue costume and the face underneith the hair.

"Dick?"

How could I have not reconized him at the beginning?

Like everything else, I'm blaming it on the knee.

Dinah followed Bruce off the javalin and looked at Kara.
"It seems to be pretty busy around here, why don't you take Raven to Bruce's coroner room." She said softly before following Bruce.

She could see he limped heavily but refrained from helping him. That's the last thing He'd have wanted.
"Stubborn men, I'm always surrounded by them."

Entering the medical bay she saw J'onn on the floor being helped while Hal looked helpless and confused.
Babs was helping...she did a double take, yes, that was Dick, out of his costume. He looked horrible.
She gave a sigh of relief to see that Barbara was alright. The outtake of air made her gasp.
She could feel the bruise growing across her stomach and up her ribs. He hadn't broken any of her bones but the bruise would be around for the next few weeks.

She gave Babs a quick hug. "I'm glad you're okay."
Looking at Dick she raised her eyebrow "Don't you think you went a little far to impress Babs?
Before he could answer Pieter stormed in.

"How did you ever get on without me? Don't you have any other Doctors on staff? Aughh... We don't have time for this, they could strike at any moment. Once we all get situated, I'm riding a mirror into Fate's Tower. Anyone else feel like coming?"

Turning she gave him a hard look and opened her mouth.

"I think I'm going to have to stick with computer work for a while, Pieter." Bruce snapped.

"How can you say that? We all want to attack them as soon as we can, but we can't do it with just a few volunteers out for revenge.
It doesn't matter if we strike them now or later. They have the upper hand and will keep having it if we continue to split ourselves up."


She glanced at Hal and then looked over at the table Bruce was on.

"This is going to be so much harder without him on the field."

"We lost Raven down there, and Cyborg was torn up pretty bad. Not to mention Batman's injuries and Ollies. We need to take our time and plan things out, this isn't a one man or womans war."
She paused as Ollie walked through the Bay doors with noticable bruising and cuts on his neck.

"Where is Superman?"
She turned to Hal and said softly "If you'd like to come with me, maybe we can get started on some things with Superman."
She nodded at Oracle, Mid-Nite, and the others not on a bed to include them as well.

She started to walk towards the door, before stopping next to Bruce.
"We'll pipe your comm through to the speakers, so you can communicate with us."

She turned to Babs "We can do that can't we?"



OOC: I bunnied a little bit, Hope that's okay..and does Batman have a coroners room? :confused: It seemed so harsh to say 'morgue' :(
 
OOC: I don't know why I would. Unless Bats' is using his inner Patrick Bateman. :confused: The closest thing I can think of that would be on the Watchtower would be the freezer in the kitchen.
 
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"Yeah...It is possible. I'll go set it up." I reply, wheeling alongside Dinah as she, Hal and Mid-Nite step out of the room. I move along quitely not really knowing what to say.

Raven...

We lost her...

One would think being in this 'proffesion' would make us immune to the hard facts of life. Almost...used to it. But it hasn't happened yet. We;ve lost so many before and we continue to do so...yet the pain...doesn't seem to subside every next time something of the same nature occurs...

As we enter the control room,I move in front of the console and connect the necessary lines so that Bruce and Dick could hear everything and respond back to us. After this is done I turn back to Dinah and the others, crossing my arms arcoss my chest.
 
J'onn lay on the table as the medics looked over him and did various scans. "I'm ok. I just need some rest. Give me a few days and ill be back on my feet. My body was just rejecting the damaged skin. This think layer of liquid is much like the liquid you humans develop in blisters. It is a salty substance which helps to heal my skin and coats in a protective layer. Theres not much anyone can do now. ill be ok" And with that he went to sleep. Dreaming of ways that he could prevent anything like this from happening.
 
Mordru chuckles as he hears about Adam’s confrontation with the Green Lantern, Hal Jordan. From spitting in Adam’s face, to killing the civilian with a brash move, and including the actions by some on the Gotham rooftops, these heroes didn’t seem very heroic. The Dark Lord laughs at this as he and the Shade step through a doorway…and into the Scarecrow’s lab. Professor Crane is examining his new weapon when the pair arrives.
“Scarecrow…I’d like to introduce you to one of your other allies in this holy war, Shade.”
 
The Watchtower has been pretty busy as of late. You don't need me to tell you that. You take one look here, at all the costumes and injures and blood...you'd think it was a halloween party gone, horribly, horribly wrong...But yeah...These are earth's mightiest heroes. Bandaging and stitcing their 'ouchies' and 'booboos'...

I'm one of the very few people here who's been wearin the costume since childhood. Doing so you gain alot of experience with these kind of things and you meet and learn from many, many people. I'm in the big leagues now but I was a Titan first. Which is why it kills me to see these kids at death's door so early in their life. Tell me: What kind of person attacks kids? I mean there is evil and then there is just...absense of all humanity...And to have Black Adam involved in all of this, someone we've grown to trust...Rage. Sorrow. All understatements.

I walk through the infirmery taking in all the casualties. This is one of the few times I actually take things slow. That's when I come to a crowd of nurses and...mechanics?
They're putting back together Cyborg who was literally ripped to pieces. Guy's unconscious and damn near dead so he's not exactly much for words right now...And I keep moving on.

That's when I notice one empty bed...Someone's missing...Raven. Where's Raven? I grab a nurse by the arm.
"Where's Raven?"
"Extra crispy or original recipe?"
"...What?"
"She's in the morgue honey."
It was all so fast. It hit me like a cement truck. I try to open my mouth to say something but started to choke up. Her eyes widened as she realized this was the first I heard of it.
"I-I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't--"
I let go of her arm and walk quickly to the morgue. I want to see the body to make sure but at the same time I'm too afraid...When I get there...I didn't even recognize her...A part of me went into denial. That that could be anybody...But deep down I knew the truth...Here lied the body of Raven: Former Teen Titan...Jeezus, I don't even remember her name...And I've actually run out of tears. Hate that feeling. You want to cry but you can't...Kara must feel terrible...By the time this is over. When the Dark Alliance is defeated, and they will, I garuntee it...we all turn around and go home...What will be left of the Titans? What will be left of the League for that matter?...How many more people do we have to lose before this thing ends?
 
DarkKnightJRK said:
OOC: I don't know why I would. Unless Bats' is using his inner Patrick Bateman. :confused: The closest thing I can think of that would be on the Watchtower would be the freezer in the kitchen.

OOC: Kinda figured but for some reason I still see Batman as a detective. Anyway...
Thank you phantasm. :)

And that's as far as Black Canary goes in taking control.
So if our Hal, Dr. Mid-Nite, Supergirl, or any other person there would like to add to something...? Because I have no clue where this arc is supposed to go.
 
J'onn lay overtime in the infirmary bed, peaceful. He was comfortable. His mind was quiet. He didnt and wouldnt let any voices into his head. He was at rest with himself...nothing could disturb that. Or could it?
 
Dick was in serious pain.

He figured he was too busy trying to get home to realise how much damage Clayface/Ra's had done to him.

He looked over at Bruce,who was.....as always.....silent as a mouse.

You could never really tell what he was thinking.

"So....Alots happened since I was gone,huh?"He managed to say,as Barb and Dinah left the room.

Bruce didnt even take a glance at him.

He wasnt alsleep.....He was just trying to collect his thoughts.

Dick figured it'd be best to leave it that way,and not force him to talk.

So....with a bruised body,a torn costume,and one pissed off mentor on the bed next to him..........Dick looked up at the ceiling.



...This was going to be a looooooong recovery.
 
DarkKnightJRK said:
OOC: I don't know why I would. Unless Bats' is using his inner Patrick Bateman. :confused: The closest thing I can think of that would be on the Watchtower would be the freezer in the kitchen.

OOC: Ironically, Dr. Midnite is an excellent forensic; but Nightwing has chosen to take the character as a more action oriented person.
 
Johnny Blaze said:
OOC: Hahaha...funny. :D

Yeah, I know. I'm an immature bastard. :o :(

OOC:You have a sick mind,Blaze!:mad:







...hehe.....It is kinda funny,though.:D
 
Tropico said:
OOC: Ironically, Dr. Midnite is an excellent forensic; but Nightwing has chosen to take the character as a more action oriented person.
OOC: You mean rigel, right?
 
OOC: I just don't think Mid-Nite would keep a cool head or feel like operating, since this is all his fault. If some callous mistake you made costed several lives, you'd be frustrated, too.
 
"So...a lot's happened since I was gone, huh?"

I heard Dick talking next to me. Meanwhile, I was comteplating whether I should have the nurses put some Morphene in me. I generally don't like the sensation, but I think the feeling of floating while still on the ground would be a nice change of scenery right now.

"Yes, a lot HAS happened," I reply, "there's a Dark Alliance formed to kill all of us. They've already killed your stalker Tarantula, and several of the Titans: Cyborg is being rebuilt right here, Raven's in the morgue, Bart is in the big Speed Force in the sky.

"That's not even half of it. Just wait until you hear what's happening with US. Alfred's dead. Slade killed Lucious. Tim snapped out of his 'Red Hood' thing and ran off with Ducard doing God knows what. I'm...I'm worried for him. I don't know if he's dead or alive...

"I tried getting everything back together. I tried helping, and now I can't even do THAT. Goddamnit, I'm useless now and I HATE IT."
 
"Fine... I'm sorry for being so rude... aren't we fully equipped to defeat at least a few of them now, though? Whatever. We'll get Superman, but if the Shade decides to show up, he's mine."
 

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