When Worlds Collide (IC)
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				Title: <strong>When Worlds Collide (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 19:16:56</strong>
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				(intro written by Nos)<br><br><strong>Gotham City, New York, Earth 37 (http://www.comicbookresources.com/images/solicits/dc052006/batman_superman/BatmanThrillkillerNewPrinti.jpg):</strong> Crime Alley was strangely quiet tonight. It's pimps, hookers, dealers, and petty thieves having mostly found new places to haunt since the new Bats arrival. Seemed the latest vigilante to wear the cape and cowl didn't take kindly to those that took advantage of woman and children. Bat-Man had been hard on them to be sure but, this new Dark Avenger had fought like it was personal and maybe it was. Only Bat-Woman herself could say for sure and tonight she was still far away from here, back in her cave trying to figure out the next move of the Femme Fatale Poison Ivy and her Partner, and rumor had it occasional lover, Harley Quinn. They had been terrorizing the people of Gotham for weeks now always just managing to elude her but Bats was about to find out that as big as a problem as Harley and ivy were they were nothing compared to what was about to walk through a plain looking white motel room door that had suddenly appeared in crime alley….<br><br>The white door stood in the middle of Park Row and&nbsp; Adams, supported by a wooden frame only. Ole’ Jewkes , a bum who'd lived in the alley most his life shuffled around the strange structure that had seemingly grown out of the road itself. “ Now what in the Almighty's name is this then?” He mumbled. The door opened wide and Jewkes scrambled back as he realized that instead of&nbsp; stars and the street behind the door that should have been there he instead saw only a black void. Madness crept along the ends of the poor mans brain as seconds later six figures emerged. Fortunately Jewkes wasn't mad for long. A few stokes of a knife wielded by the expert hands of one of the new arrivals saw to that. <br><br>Elsewhere other doors were also appearing. Doors that seemed not to be bothered by the fact they weren't even on the same world or even dimension as Gotham was….. <strong>Earth- 616, Manhattan New York:</strong> In Manhattan Carol Danvers AKA Ms. Marvel was asleep dreaming fitfully, Her body covered in a light sweat as dreamed of tubes and needles running from every vein in her body, trapped, and helpless. Unable to even speak because Rogue had trapped her in this world of unending pain and waking death. Perhaps the door appearing&nbsp; directly under her sleeping form was a blessing for its swinging open and the drop that came with it finally awoke Carol from her dream…<br><br><strong>Earth 58613 Mutopia, New Haven (http://marvel.com/universe/House_of_M_(Earth-58163)):</strong> Keela loved telekinesis class, it was like gym for the mind. Today they were learning dueling tactics. Professor Emmas Summer-Frosts light British accent&nbsp; floated through the air as she yelled out pointers and encouragement to her students, driving them to be better so that one day they might prove worthy of serving on Lord Magneto's Red Guard someday. Keela smiled brightly as her sparing partner, Hellion, (http://marvel.com/universe/Hellion) stepped into the dueling ring they had been assigned. Julian was one of the best in the class but today was her day to show him and Mrs. Summer-Frost that she was better. At the sound of the bell she Ignited her hands and pushed off the mat with her mind, launching into a aerial maneuver that was designed to shock and awe her opponent and instructor&nbsp; both. It probably would have too if she hadn't flown right through a door that led to only the Gods knew where…..<br><br><strong>Earth-13 New York City, New York (http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Vertigo_Characters):</strong> Mimic Padded across the roof for the thirtieth time, her paws were starting to hurt from all the pacing back and forth across the broken tiles and garbage collected on top of the building that overlooked warehouse five. She'd beaten heads in and roughed up half the Abe's bar to get the lowlifes to spill their guts on this operation. Rorschach probably couldn't have caused more terror if he had walked in tonight instead of her….well okay maybe a little more terror that guy even her the creeps and she was on his side. That wasn't the point though the point was tonight she was putting the perverts that ran this little kiddie porn ring in the hospital, she just hoped they showed soon. The squeak of brakes and crunch of tires brought a smile to her canine face. Seemed The universe had heard her prayers for once. Mimic Pulled back from the ledge and took a running start so as to land in on top of the roof of the degenerates van but she never made it because as she leapt, it was a door she hurtled through instead of the air…<br><br><strong>Earth 21 Coast City, California (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DC:_The_New_Frontier):</strong> Jane eased off of the controls, shut down the engine, and opened the hatch on the E4618, Project Bluebooks latest attempt to recreate the craft they had captured a few months earlier. This one still handled a bit roughly but it had been a vast improvement from the sluggish rattling beast she'd piloted 3 months prior. “That was some nice bit of flying you did there kid.” Jane looked around and wasn't surprised to see the speaker had been Hal Jordan. “Thanks Hal,” She beamed as she jumped from the ladder. “she’s a bit rough in the turns and pulls slightly to the left but otherwise not a bad bucket. You takin her up later?” “Not today got some business in Coast City. Suit yourself. See you around Hal.” She said as she waved and walked towards the Bases Gym to change out of her flight suit and get in a few rounds with the heavy bag before she left for home. Helmet in hand Jane opened the door but instead of finding the gym, a yawning abyss greeted her. “What the…..” was all she got out before the door pulled her in……<br><br><strong>Earth 982 Manhattan, New York (http://marvel.com/universe/MC2_(Earth-982)):</strong> “Mayday” Parker was having one of those days. First she'd been late to her college class, which it turned out was having a pop quiz, then some asshole had almost ran her over with his car while she was changing lanes on her bike. Only her spidey sense had saved her from being squished and now she was dealing with some noob super pain that had decided to get on her bad side. Some whack job with a fishbowl head named “Lady Mysterio” (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/SWgVY0jmmTI/AAAAAAAAOz4/5nKT1dtrMs4/s1600-h/MysteriaFrontDome.jpg) of all things. She had a feeling this was somehow her dads fault but she'd have to ask him about it latter, right now she was just trying to find the creep.&nbsp; Seemed Lady M had a couple of tricks up her sleeve, which was impressive considering she wasn't wearing any. May had used her Spidey sense and blind fighting training to keep the upper hand so far but with the fog this villain seemed to put out, the robot henchmen, and hard light holograms, May wasn't a happy girl. “Look why don't you just come out of there and we can call your dive team to come get you?” She taunted into the murky fog.&nbsp; Her spidey sense flared from behind her so she shot out a web and swung over to what she judged to be the wall but due to her disorientation caused by the fog the wall wasn't where she thought it was……..When things finally did clear out a bit Spiderwoman found her self gripping a stalactite instead. <strong>INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! BATCAVE COMPRIMISED!! INTRUDER ALERT! AUTO DEFENSES ENGAGED!!! </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:14:22</strong>
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				<strong>Location: (file error)</strong><br><strong>Local Time: 2148 hours</strong><br><br>For a few brief moments, the alleyway becomes something more than a trash-strewn narrow lane between buildings.&nbsp; It serves as someone's point of arrival...a positive, rather than a negative, as a dimensional gate spills high-end energy out to briefly light the graffiti-strewn bricks with an eerie, eldritch glow.<br><br>The shimmering portal fades from view almost as soon as it forms, holding just long enough to admit a woman passage: her clothing is a simple light grey tunic with a green sash for a belt and black trousers tucked into knee high boots, loose silvery-gray hair restrained with a dark leather thong, an ornate staff in one hand and a hooded cloak hiding most of her from view.&nbsp; Around her head, three strange objects orbit: they are made of some dark metal and appear to be shaped like gaming dice... a d8, a d12, and a d20.<br><br>After the portal closes, the young woman looks around, her pale skin almost glowing in the available light.&nbsp; Tilting her face up, she focuses her lavender eyes on the floating d20.<br><br>"Report," she says in a clear, slightly frosty, commanding tone.<br><br>A firm, baritone male voice answers her from the twenty-sider.<br><br>"Class eight world.&nbsp; Background mantic energies in fifty to seventy range.&nbsp; Caution advised.&nbsp; No travel advisory beacon detected."<br><br>"Of course not.&nbsp; This is as far off the mainlines as we've come so far.&nbsp; Any sign of the Old Man?"<br><br>"Negative."<br><br>Grabbing the object out of the air, he stuffs it back in his pocket.<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; Go to standby."&nbsp; Using her staff as a walking stick, the peculiar young woman goes in search of information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>endlesspie</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:36:44</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Location – Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane</span><br><br>After weeks of planning and gathering intel Mimic had finally gotten herself in position to break up this group, she’d even found out the very head honcho was coming to this little gathering... all it would take now was one leap and she would be amongst them, a few broken bones, lacterated limbs and fucked up faces were on the agenda for the grunts in this little ring, and an extra special castration for the boss to really push the message home that what they did was absolutely unacceptable...<br><br>At least, that’s what she would have done if a door hadn’t suddenly appeared mid-air swallowing her before she could think to change and fly away from it... lights blazed past her, an endless myriad of colours and mangled sounds filled the air and then as suddenly as it happened... it was over... she touched down gracefully on a cold stone floor... a quick glance around showed only rows of steel doors with small barred grates and delivery slots... all the windows were barred as well, wherever she had come to... it was some kind of prison.<br><br>Checking outside it seemed to be night though she couldn’t tell just how late, however it wasn’t a good idea for a superhero to be inside a prison no matter the time... so her first priority was getting out of this place... whatever it was, Mimic had experience with villains powers causing weird things to happen and right now she was hoping this was real and not some kind of hallucination... probably the weirdest thing to her was that she had got no information at all that any of the gang had any powers, let alone the fact they had so suddenly responded before she even landed.<br><br>Mimic ran over to a nearby wall, leaping at it and transforming from her canine self into a significantly smaller lizard, her back actually turning into the same colour and material of rock she had just landed on as she scaled the wall in only a few moments finding that the window was... not just barred... it seemed to have some kind of see-through material forming a barrier, at first she thought it was glass... but after trying to make a hole to get out through she found it to be far far tougher than she would have expected.<br><br>With the obvious exit blocked she was left with no choice but to go exploring for a way out, crawling up to the roof and going around upside down perfectly camouflaged into the ceiling as the heroine looked for doors to other areas... if this was a normal prison there must be some kind of outer yard where she could just fly away from... though then again normal prisons didn’t have special barricades on the windows...
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:09:08</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Docks</span><br><br>Jane (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/144/9/5/95655f477d6251c67de11ed8ec3c3769.jpg) had just finished another successful flying and was heading to the gym to get some exercise in. She may be a pilot, and not an infantry girl, but she always believed having a fit body was of great importance. Spending some time at the gym almost every day was something she made sure to always do. As she came inside the building however, her world suddenly changed.<br><br>Jane screamed as she was pulled through a strange vortex, and dropped right over water, just a few feet from the docks. She simply appeared there, in mid-air, before falling straight down. She panicked for a moment, looking all around, before realizing she was under a few feet of water. She quickly swam to the surface, and saw the docks right next to her. Jane swarm to them and brought herself up on the cement ground.<br><br>Breathing heavily, she sat there, catching her breath. She realized she had lost her helmet that she had been holding when she got pulled in. In fact, all she had was her fairly light outfit, cargo pants, strong boots, leather gloves, her dog tags, and a tiny tank top, all now wet. She slowly stood up and looked around. She could clearly see the city off of the docks, but it didn't look like where she had landed at. In fact, it looked like she had been transported to a completely other town, perhaps New York, although it was also slightly different.<br><br>Trying to concentrate on what her training had thought her, she started to walk down the docks area, towards town, trying to figure out where she was and how she would go back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 22:11:27</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Blackgate</span><br><br>The horrible assault on her subconcious finally ended as her back hit the hard ground. Carol sat up and rubbed her head, a cold sweat still covered her body, nevermind where she was or that she was only in her underwear. She was too busy cursing that bitch Rogue under her breath and promising that next time the two of them met she would show her what real pain was. That's when she noticed all the noise around her. Yelling and cussing and fighting, her eyes opened hoping to see her t.v. left on but instead seeing men everywhere, yelling, cussing and fighting. She didn't even have time to act before she felt a pair of large hands on her body lifting her to her feet as a gruff voice said "Well, well looks like I found a nice little treat." The criminals hand began moving down her chest towards her bra concield breasts.<br><br>"Don't even think about it!" She said as her hand wrapped around the man's wrist and she hurled him over her shoulder like a rag doll causing him to collide with another criminal who had been a few feet in front of her. This caused allot of attention to be put on her and she was finally able to assess the situation. She had seen this before, it was a prison riot, she didn't know how or why she was here but she knew what to do. <br><br>In a flash her costume appeared on her body and the first of the criminals came running at her. Her fist drove into the man's chest and sent him hurtling backwards. Carol Danvers, Ms. Marvel, stood surrounded by the criminals of Blackgate island, just another day in paradise, she thought to herself. "Alright, who's next?" She said as she clenched her fists and prepared to clean this mess up. 
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