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

[Supergirl]

OOC: Do you really want to piss off your really powerful female cousin?

 

[Savage]

OOC: Do you really want to piss off your really powerful female cousin?

OOC: Changed it. Your cue.

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: BTW, I know that the Flash is pissed at Supes, but believe me, he'll prove himself a true hero soon. Trust me.

 

[Phantasm]

ICracle

I look warily at Dinah and Clark as Flash flashes off.He seemed irritated about something,and looking at Clark I realize what it must be. But I decide to keep my mouth shut.Just wasn't the time and besides, Clark already looked like he wasn't in a state to be argued with...Bruce was in the infirmary and will apparently be out of action for...whatever is it that Clark has planned against the Dark Alliance...

"So-want me to go try contact Hal?" I raise my eyebrows, looking at the two in hopes of getting things moving.

 

[Supergirl]

I open my mouth to remind him that we have friggin dead TEENAGERS in the morgue but I'm cut off by Mid-Nite. I scowl at the both of them.

"I'll try to keep up. Lead the way, Columbo..."
"..."
Superman's lack of action still disgusts me. We have a teenager in the morgue. A Teenager. Guy's damn near friggin godlike. He may not have been able to get down there as fast as I could but he could have gotten down there fast nonetheless...Some hero.
"Fine...Let's go...We'll cover more ground if we split up. We're gonna have trouble finding anyone who can even stand though."

I rush around the tower quickly, scanning for anyone who's NOT in the infirmery. Watchtower's pretty empty for the most part. Then a come to a room with the light off and a silouhette of a girl sitting near the window...Heh. To most it would seem like any other girl but to us here it's unmistakable. I walk up to her slowly, trying not to alert her. She's been through enough as is.
"Kara...We gotta go..."

Kara was too fixed on her own thoughts to hear Wally's entrance."Huh, wha? Oh Wally! You startled me. Do we have a lead on the monsters?"

OOC: Thanks Savage

 

[SuperFerret]

ICracle

I look warily at Dinah and Clark as Flash flashes off.He seemed irritated about something,and looking at Clark I realize what it must be. But I decide to keep my mouth shut.Just wasn't the time and besides, Clark already looked like he wasn't in a state to be argued with...Bruce was in the infirmary and will apparently be out of action for...whatever is it that Clark has planned against the Dark Alliance...

"So-want me to go try contact Hal?" I raise my eyebrows, looking at the two in hopes of getting things moving.

"Yes," I say, "thank you Barbara. Dinah, I guess this leaves you free, follow me."

I turn and walk towards the teleporter room with Dinah following, intending to set the co-ordinates for the entire League to 'port to the Dark Alliance's base. "Dinah, since Bruce and J'onn are injured, and Hal's MIA, I'm going to need you to be my second-in-command out there, in case I get another lapse of leadership. I know you can do this, and I hope you accept my offer."

 

[Charlie No-One]

OOC: Tropico..I'm gonna need Vixen's head back lol

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: Tropico..I'm gonna need Vixen's head back lol

OOC: You are sick.

 

[Phantasm]

ICracle

I head off towards the control room which was previously almost always occupied by J'onn.Now it was just me and the console. I flex my fingers,and start typing away.

This was funny...Hal's tracer showed his presence in a church...frowning with curiosity, I connect the link to him, "Hal. This is Oracle, The JL needs your assistance up here. Now."

 

[Charlie No-One]

Jonathan Crane was walking down the narrow hallways of the Tower of Fate. A little shadow creature caring Vixen’s head was running down the hall. With a scoop of the hand, Crane grabbed the head and looked hard at it. He pulled the jewel from his pocket and rubbed its green, gleaming surface. The Scarecrow appeared somewhere in Watchtower. He placed the head down and disappeared.

 

[Savage]

"Huh, wha? Oh Wally! You startled me. Do we have a lead on the monsters?"

"Yeah. Mid-Nite told us they're in Fate's tower...Don't ask me how they managed to get in there. I'm as clueless as you. We've gotta hurry though. I'm itching to get my hands around someone's neck...I call dibs on Deathstroke."

 

[Tropico]

OOC: Tropico..I'm gonna need Vixen's head back lol

OOC: Is this because of the lost posts? Because your post and my answer to it are intact in page 131. You could answer if you want.

 

[Charlie No-One]

OOC: No I needed it for something..so I just wrote how I got it back..so nevermind.

 

[Supergirl]

"Yeah. Mid-Nite told us they're in Fate's tower...Don't ask me how they managed to get in there. I'm as clueless as you. We've gotta hurry though. I'm itching to get my hands around someone's neck...I call dibs on Deathstroke."

"It'll be tough to keep me off any of the bastards, but if we can Kal and I want to try to get Adam back on our side, if not he's mine. Why are we stalling, if we know where they are, we need to strike." Kara flew off fast enough to even amaze the fastest man alive. If there was sound in space a loud boom would have echoed as far as Mars. Her cape caught fire and burned off as she enterred the atmosphere. And as she flew down the street windows shattered around her.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"Mr. Batman? It's time."

The words I were dreading to hear. I've had my share of surgeries in my day, but nothing this extensive. I'm...worried...about how this will affect me. While the pain will ceace, it worries me how my body will react to worse things on the streets.

I'm worried...that I might be getting old.

The doctors walk around me. A few were priming the stretcher and about to move me to it. One was preparing the anesthesia so that the procedure could begin as soon as possible.

It was when they started putting the anesthesia in me when I noticed...someone moving in the corridors. It was a familiar shape, like a...Scarecrow...holding...a head...

"W...wait..." Damnit, the anesthesia was starting to affect me. "S...car...crow. In the w...tchtow...r..." The corners of my vision were starting to fade. I remember the comm still around my ear. "Th...s 's B...tm...n, S...c...r...w, 'n W...tcht...w...r..."

The world fades, and I hate myself even more...for not being able to help.

 

[Supergirl]

"Mr. Batman? It's time."

The words I were dreading to hear. I've had my share of surgeries in my day, but nothing this extensive. I'm...worried...about how this will affect me. While the pain will ceace, it worries me how my body will react to worse things on the streets.

I'm worried...that I might be getting old.

The doctors walk around me. A few were priming the stretcher and about to move me to it. One was preparing the amnesia so that the procedure could begin as soon as possible.

It was when they started putting the amnesia in me when I noticed...someone moving in the corridors. It was a familiar shape, like a...Scarecrow...holding...a head...

"W...wait..." Damnit, the amnesia was starting to affect me. "S...car...crow. In the w...tchtow...r..." The corners of my vision were starting to fade. I remember the comm still around my ear. "Th...s 's B...tm...n, S...c...r...w, 'n W...tcht...w...r..."

The world fades, and I hate myself even more...for not being able to help.

OOC: Best Freudian slip ever! I think you meant anesthesia not amnesia Ansthesia numbs you up, amnesia is that thing were you can't... do something I don't remember what it does...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: ...Heheh.

 

[Savage]

"It'll be tough to keep me off any of the bastards, but if we can Kal and I want to try to get Adam back on our side, if not he's mine. Why are we stalling, if we know where they are, we need to strike."

"Kara wait!"

Kara flew off fast enough to even amaze the fastest man alive. If there was sound in space a loud boom would have echoed as far as Mars.

"Damn kid's been hangin around Diana too much. Clark isn't gonna like this."
I turn on my comm link to reach Clark when it's interrupted.
"Th...s 's B...tm...n, S...c...r...w, 'n W...tcht...w...r..."
"...ooo...kaaay"
I think Bats is finally startin to lose it in his old age. Maybe he kept some of Ivy's "plants" as "evidence" or something. Anyway, gotta get a move on.
"Clark? I've got some bad news."

 

[batnkevlar]

* Hal Jordan walked the lonely streets of Star City. He wore his fighter pilot jacket that used to belong to his father, Hal's hand in the jacket pockets. His hand felt weird without the ring. It was cold outside, and his jacket kept him warm. He was used to not feeling pain at all, not being able to feel extreme cold or heat. His ring usually protected him from such extremes but Hal felt no regret for what he did. There were certain responsibilities that came with being a hero. He didn't uphold his end of the unspoken bargain.

There again, there weren't anymore Guardians to judge him for his actions. Sure, there was Ganthet and all the babies and whatnot, but they were nothing compared to what they used to be. The Green Lantern Corps was nothing like what they used to be. In fact, the Green Lantern consisted of two Green Lanterns from Earth. What a concept. Now it was one man, who was currently awol. John Stewart- The One Man Green Lantern Corps. OMGLC. The Green Lanterns would never return to the granduer, the peak they were at before Hal went berserk. Much like the movies Hal watched as a kid, Star Wars, like the Republic would never reach its old glory, New or Old.

Then there was Hal. Hal would never amount to much anymore. His time had come and gone, and much like the Green Lantern Corps, he would never be the man he used to be. He would never be the test pilot, the lady's man, Carol's man. He was getting older, and as time went on, his face aged and his body took a toll. With his age, with his experience, with everything that had happened in his life, his judgement had gone the way of the dodo.

Hal had found himself angrier lately. Angrier than he had ever been before. Luthor had gone missing, his job was gone, he no longer had a decent apartment. Living in Bludhaven for a week was enough for him. After moving to Star City's dirty apartment district, he would drink himself into a stupor beofre going to sleep, often smashing his mirrors onto the ground. He was not the Hal Jordan he used to know. Then again, the Hal he used to know mean the end of the Green Lantern Corps and the Guardians. Hal wasn't even sure who he wanted to be anymore.


After a couple hours of walking, Hal came across a small gang beating up on an old homeless man. The man always sat on the same stoop, asking for spare change. This gang, Ripper's Cru, they were a lewd bunch. All the hookers and cops this side of the main library belonged to them. The head man, known as Ripper, was rarely seen. Supposed to be an eloquent man, he had obviously not taught his underlings any of his skills. They were a unrefined bunch, the kind Hal used to take out easily back in the day.*

"Hey man, you on these parts again, we'll kill ya!"

*They kicked him again, the man clutching his broken ribs on the floor. Then again, these weren't exactly the good old days.*

"Courtesy of the Cru, motherfu**er!"

*Hal's brow tensed and his hand went to his ring, which was no longer there. He breathed in and then crossed the street towards the Cru*

"What the hell are you guys doin?"

*If I hadn't gotten their attention, I had now*

"We don't need no old pops story from you!"

"WHAT THE FU** ARE YOU GUYS DOING?"

"Should we waste the Robin Hood, Roy?"

*A gun pointed straight at me*

"Go ahead."

*As the one fired, my muscles tensed as I dropped to the left. I thought I was faster than that. My fingers went into the nearest Cru's neck as I felt him gurgle. I threw him into a wall as I lunged for the gunman. I lodged my fist underneath his ribs into his diaphragm as he dropped the gun. I heard two gun shots behind me as I felt one hit my shoulder. I had to work through the pain. I spun a kick and I got a knifeweilder in the stomach. With a jab, he thrust his knife in my arm as I shoved my foot in his throat. He crumpled like a sack of potatoes. Another bullet ripped through me and settled in my hamstrings. I turned around to see the homeless man run away. Once again, I had forgot about saving the innocent first. Anyway, the last man just happened to be a gunman. I was hoping to God that I wouldn't get shot in the head. I could heal other wounds but when your brains get splattered over the sidewalk, you ten not to heal that well. The funny thing is, I've met God a couple of times. He's not what you'd suspect. The gunman pulled out a knife with his free hand and threw it at my face. I put my arm up to protect face- haha, always had to protect the moneymaker- and it stuck into my arm. I pulled it out and slashed the gunweilding hand, after narrowly missing a bullet. I was running on pure adrenaline as he dropped the gun and I held the knife to his throat.*

"Tell the Ripper I want his goons out of Star City by next week or else!"

"What the fu**, man? The Ripper don't listen to yous. He has his own plans."

"Then who does he listen to? Do you know who I am?"

*I jabbed at his throat, drawing blood*

"Who... who are you?"

"I'm Green Lantern. Now get your face out of Star City!"

"You're no..."

* My forhead dropped towards his nose as I felt a crunch. I threw away the knife and smashed his head into the brick wall.*

"I'm Green Lantern, ya @$$hole! Don't you forget it."

 

[Harlekin]

Deathstroke woke up, and already started to curse as he saw the figure standing at the end of his bed. Death.

"How did you get in here, and how quick can you get out?"
"I'm still Death, honey. Not even the power of Nabu, or Mordru in this case can stop me."
"Leave."
"Just wanted to tell you Lucious and the gang say hi and to keep up the good work." her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Why is a cosmic entity like you even bothering? I thought your role was just to wait for the universe to snuff out and help people on their way in the meantime."
"A conflict is coming Slade, and many people are going to die. Good and evil don't really matter there, but I guess I just kind of got attached to you crazy mortals." She gave him that smile that made his stomach turn upside down "Just something for you to think about." and with her last remark she left again, and the room was quiet except for Rose, still sleeping in the other bed.

"I can't allow myself to think." Deathstroke replied to no-one in particular as he already started to load up his arsenal.

Somebody was going to die today.

"I'll be gone for a bit." Deathstroke said into the open air as he entered the main room decked into his latest gear, disposing of the practically destroyed Bat-costume, and used the emerald in his possession to teleport away to another location.

The City of Angels, L.A.

She had been on his radar for a long time now. Would-be partner to the current Nightwing, member of the Titans (or so she would like herself to believe) and representing everything his daughter could've been if she just hadn't been his.

Bette Kane. Flamebird. Professional tennis-player and would-be superhero. Member of Titans West. The side that most Titans prefer not to speak about. They always got points for effort, but that never mattered in the big picture.

She had just returned to her apartment after another succesful tennis match, calls of some guy called Brad waiting for her on her answering machine, and a room-mate that had taken the courtesy of drinking up all of the milk. Except she found that room-mate hanging from the roof, and the lights starting to blink in and out till there was only darkness.

She scrambled around for her night-vision goggles, and tried to keep her cool. Obvlious to the news lately because of her other obligations she had no idea of what had transpired in Gotham and the war that was being waged between good and evil.

"They never contacted you did they?"
"What do you mean? Who are you? Contact?"
"Raven is dead. Gotham is a mess, heroes are dying left and right, and most of all the Titans have been adding to their hall of the dead." her night-vision was finally able to detect him, sitting casually on her couch.
"Deathstroke."
"The one and only."

It was over with one shot. "Nobody ever gave two ****s about you wannabes except the good old Terminator." he coldly remarked as he left the apartment.

RING RING!

"Hello? Yeah, this is Brad again. I was wondering if you wanted to --"

BLAM!

The apartment exploded in bright fury of flames.

OOC: Thanks Blaze

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mordru sat on his throne, laughing loudly as he watched the heroes gathering in the Watchtower. “Hahahahahahaha…for veteran heroes, they are certainly foolish. Don’t they know that to attack us here is suicide? Are they that ignorant, Hector? Surely, in your dealings with them, they know that the master of this Tower can shape its very essence to suit their needs? Surely they know that to attack me here, in my Tower, is akin to attack Beelzebub in Hell?”

Mordru leaned forward as he smiled and continued to watch the heroes scatter about like little ants. “I must say, if they truly wish to enter this place, I would allow them to. It would certainly save us the time and trouble of hunting them down and wiping them out one by one. With but a glance I could whisk them away to a dimensional hell in which they’d never escape. I could trap them in the very heart of the void itself.”

Mordru rose to his feet and began to walk to the only exit from the room. “You obviously didn’t explain to them the sheer stupidity of attacking the ruler of this place inside the Tower. Either that, or the buffoons were too thick headed to comprehend it.”

Mordru reaches the door, and begins to turn the handle, “I take your silence to indicate you agree with me in that your friend are about to make the final mistake of their lives. At any rate, I believe it is time to apprise my allies to my plan to strike at the heart of the heroes.”

“Do not worry, Hector. I will be back”, says the Dark Lord as he opens the door and walks out into the main room. Upon entering the study, Mordru puts out a mystical call through the gems he gave each of his allies, telling them to return to the study room of the Tower. As soon as they all arrive, he will unveil his plan, and the chaos can begin…


OOC: Seriously, it is incredibly, incredilby stupid to attack us in the Tower of Fate. Mordru can manipulate the Tower any way he sees fit, and he would not be holding back. He could cast you into Limbo with a wave of his hand. You'd have just as good of a chance kicking Mephisto's ass in Hell as you would of beating Mordru in his Tower, let alone his allies as well.

 

[Nightwing]

OOC: whos in the watchtower?

 

[Supergirl]

Mordru sat on his throne, laughing loudly as he watched the heroes gathering in the Watchtower. “Hahahahahahaha…for veteran heroes, they are certainly foolish. Don’t they know that to attack us here is suicide? Are they that ignorant, Hector? Surely, in your dealings with them, they know that the master of this Tower can shape its very essence to suit their needs? Surely they know that to attack me here, in my Tower, is akin to attack Beelzebub in Hell?”

Mordru leaned forward as he smiled and continued to watch the heroes scatter about like little ants. “I must say, if they truly wish to enter this place, I would allow them to. It would certainly save us the time and trouble of hunting them down and wiping them out one by one. With but a glance I could whisk them away to a dimensional hell in which they’d never escape. I could trap them in the very heart of the void itself.”

Mordru rose to his feet and began to walk to the only exit from the room. “You obviously didn’t explain to them the sheer stupidity of attack the ruler of this place inside the Tower. Either that or the buffoons were too thick headed to comprehend it.”

Mordru reaches the door, and begins to turn the handle, “I take your silence to indicate you agree with me in that your friend are about to make the final mistake of their lives. At any rate, I believe it is time to apprise my allies to my plan to strike at the heart of the heroes.”

“Do not worry, Hector. I will be back”, says the Dark Lord as he opens the door and walks out into the main room. Upon entering the study, Mordru puts out a mystical call through the gems he gave each of them, telling them to return to the study room of the Tower. As soon as they all arrive, he will unveil his plan, and the chaos can begin…


OOC: Seriously, it is incredibly, incredilby stupid to attack us in the Tower of Fate. Mordru can manipulate the Tower any way he sees fit, and he would not be holding back. He could cast you into Limbo with a wave of his hand. You'd have just as good of a chance kicking Mephisto's ass in Hell as you would of beating Mordru in his Tower, let alone his allies as well.

OOC: Who said anything bout goin inside the tower? That was never my plan

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:batnkevlar, babs is trying to contact you!
Nightwing Oracle,Batman,Dr Midnite,Canary and Flash are in the tower.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

OOC: Who said anything bout goin inside the tower? That was never my plan

Well, you'd be good then (and still living).

Nightwing Oracle,Batman,Dr Midnite,Canary and Flash are in the tower.

They, however, wouldn't.