Gotham Beyond: Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 19:10:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i54.tinypic.com/2luuwdj.jpg)</div> Night had fallen over Gotham. It's neon lights glittering in the darkness as the ever expanding metropolis began to come alive. This was the time when Gotham really lived. Although with the situation in recent decades one would have hard time distinguishing between day and night in Gotham City. But with the rise of the Bat again criminals had suffered a massive setback. Batwoman had become the dark knight of the city and she had become a name to be uttered with fear by criminals and respect by citizens. Many attempts were made to discover the identity of the woman. Who was she? Was she somebody who was related to Batman or just simply some woman who idolized him and wanted to carry the legacy? Who trained her? So many questions and none of them were answered even after all this time. It seemed being elusive was in her nature, much like the way it was in that of Batman's.<br><br>Although all of this wasn't without troubles. Several attempts were made to even frame her in some of the newer crimes which had happened in the city. But when Batwoman made the point find those punks and teach them a lesson the doubts were cleared and one thing was confirmed, The Bat was here to stay no matter what happened or whoever tried to stop her. Her pictures or stories of her adventures appeared in press, over the internet regularly via annonymous sources despite of the attempts of lobbyists to give her negative publicity or just deny her existance. The people had found a new hero they could trust and were certainly in her favour. Bruce Wayne didn't particularly approve of this publicity antic Donna Ross had employed for herself but Donna felt that times were much different than the ones in which Bruce worked as caped crusader..and called for a different set of tricks when someone tried to turn the tables on you.<br><br>Harry McDowell was another man who was on the same page as hers and had helped her in cleaning the streets of the scum. New Commissioner was a man of principles and due to him the force had become a much more cleaner and reliable body connected with the law from the heaven of corruption it had become some time ago. Although the city seemed poised for yet another different turn with the recent election of new mayor..who had been carefully placed there by the powerful Mafia with some tactful lobbying. But that was something which she would have to worry about later, as Bruce had said. He was already on it and was busy collecting all the information about this new man..more like new puppet which had been elected to lead Gotham in these times. Batwoman stood on top of the tall building looking over the urban area sprawling below her. She wasn't on any kind of chase or even patrol right now. The purpose of her current visit was an entirely different one. It was much more than that, it was personal. The kind she knew Bruce Wayne wouldn't really approve of. In fact many times even she doubted what was she doing in situation she was currently in. The wild wind flew through her hair. The meeting had been fixed here..which was supposed to be a combination of both work and pleasure according to the person she was supposed to meet.<br><br>The clock struck in the distance. This was the time. Her eyes scanned the rooftop which seemed empty in the darkness. Until they settled on the dark corner on one side and her lips curled into a smile. She could see two eyes shining in the corner amidst the darkness. Staring at her with certain intensity in them. "Come on out now..I know you're here." She said with a chuckle and motioned for the person in there to come out towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 20:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/catwoman011.jpg)</div> The glowing green eyes belonged to a black panther, a pet that she had acquired fairly early in her career. As Batwoman beckoned to her, Catwoman stood up and walked softly and sexily out of the shadows. "Hello, darling" she purred, grabbed the caped crusader in both arms and planted a deep, passionate kiss on the woman.<br><br>Her tongue swiftly invaded the caped crusader's mouth and her hands found the breasts that were encased in the hard yet flexible body armour. Of course, her own were likewise encased, but that was just the price the two women paid for being on opposite sides of the law. After a few moments, Catwoman broke the kiss and smiled beneath her mask, her green low-light goggles reflected her lover's face back.<br><br>"Thanks for coming, Donna. I've missed you! I take it Bruce still doesn't approve?" She chuckled. So far in their relationship, she'd not yet managed to get Donna to admit that Bruce Wayne, her ageing and distant billionaire relative, was actually Batman. One day she would trick the information out of the woman. It was only curiosity that prompted her to know.<br><br>Panthera padded silently from the shadows and flopped onto the ground near Katrina's feet, like an oversized house cat. The panther purred softly, more a Frrrup-Rup sound that the Rrrr-rrr of a domestic cat. Catwoman had come to depend more that perhaps she should on the feline's early warning abilities.<br><br>She smiled and kissed Donna again. "Anyway, yeah... I've got some data for ya..." She held up a small chip. "A couple of real nasties in there. You be careful if you decide to take them on!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Novak</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 21:21:24</strong>
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				A man and woman walking down an alley with there young son when a man emerged from the shadows holding the small but wealthy family at gunpoint.&nbsp; He demanded money and jewelry from the man and woman.&nbsp; The man complied by handing over his wallet and watch.&nbsp; The gunman turned on the woman demanding her jewelry.&nbsp; He husband stepped in between.&nbsp; Then there were to flashes of light accompanied by the sounds of gunshots.<br>(http://artstormfineart.com/Clampett/originals/Full%20Size/053-rcs1503.jpg)<br><br>Bruce opened his eyes and was in a big soft chair he had installed in the batcave when Donna had taken his mantel as Gotham's Dark Knight.&nbsp; He had been trying to get in contact with Donna for a little while now and with no success.&nbsp; This probably meant that she was on one of her escapades with Catwoman.&nbsp; These were encounters that no matter how many times he warned her against he was quite sure they wouldn't stop.&nbsp; He was beginning to sympathize with how Alfred must have felt when he would meet up with the original Catwoman.&nbsp; Ahhh Selina.&nbsp; Brice sat back and reflected on his history with her and began to wonder what had happened to her, and how he wished things would have been different.<br><br>Bruce sat there a few more minuets trying to contact Batwoman then just relaxed in his chair resorting to the fact that she would check in when she was done like she always did.&nbsp; He watched monitors and listened to police scanners seeing that it was a relatively quiet night for Gotham City.&nbsp; He was amazed sometimes at the similarities between his time as Batman and Donna's as Batwoman.&nbsp; An older keeper to assist, an intriguing affair with a one time nemesis, and a police commissioner competent enough to clean the streets.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved from his chair into a small lab he hadn't shown Donna yet and again set to work like he did almost every night he had to himself.&nbsp; Working on upgrades to her suit or equipment and little side projects he had more of a personal interest in.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 21:42:22</strong>
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				(http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u235/Ilnuch/Tranquil%20Maidens/Yuria16.jpg)<br><br>Maria Freeze was walking slowly around the laboratory looking into the wiring of some of her latest works. These machines were to be sold to countries in the middle east as cooling devices for the rulers of Saudi-Arabia, Iran, Pakastan, and Egypt. these devices would not malfunction in the extreame heat of these nations and were considered invaluable since they could also produce fresh water from vapor particles in the air. Like her late father Maria Freeze was a mechanicle engineer who specialized in making weapons and various devices that could be applied to maintaining temperature or water purification. She was fast approaching the Multi-Billion dollar mark as a business woman and thus was able to fund her pet projects rather easily be it with legal or Illegal money. her weapons sold nicely on the black market and her appliances in the regular market. These things however bored her. What she wanted was to take revenge on the Bat for causing her Late Father so much grief when he had tried so hard to heal his wife. she owed so much to Victor that she was willing to work as Madame Blizzard the frozen criminal in order to attract the bat for her attempts at revenge. Thus far however she had remained the kind and gentle Maria that the public knew. why? well she had stopped showing up as Madame Blizzard when bat woman began running amock on the crime world. it wouldn't do for the new crusader to see her as a villain just yet. oh no she was going to keep things calm between the two for a while yet.....a sort of calm before the storm if you will. <br><br>"Maria you are doing well" Victor freeze spoke making the girl turn a smile on her face "papa welcome home" she smiled at him "are you working hard my dear?" he asked causing the girl to nod. the man reached out and stroked her cheek causing her to close her eyes. but when she opened them again he was gone. "remember maria......they are only illusions" she told herself sadly and quietly. She planned to visit Bruce wayne soon enough to apologize for Victors past actions even though she herself planned to resurrect the terror of the Freeze Family in a grand manner soon enough. She turned proudly to a device that sat on a platform. the sphere shaped object that was her latest invention something she was sure her father would be proud of. this device would cause an atmosphere similar to a nuclear winter. she planned to freeze all the scum out of gothom and maybe even batwoman while she was at it. Her face controted in an insane and sinister grin as she thought about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:00:27</strong>
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				<br><strong>Gotham First National, five floors up</strong><br><br><em>If a year ago, someone had told me that I'd be hanging from the side of the First National building at two am in the morning rather than being home in bed or asleep in the lab checking over my latest sim modeling run was done, I'd have told them they were crazy.</em> Carla thought as she watched the remote work it's way through the bank's offices. She'd piggybacked it into a cleaning remote the day before, when she had gone in to discuss her student loans. Carla Preston didn't need the money but 'Helena Hunt' did. She was a mousy little girl who was majoring in Art History. Of course she had gone in chipped in with enhanced senses that let her find what she had needed about the loan officer who also doubled as the 'Seven's' money launderer.<br><br>She had learned a lot of things, such as his unhealthy interest in old Japanese porn, the fact that he obsessed with a rash on his ankle and where he kept the data vault with the 'Seven's ' accounts and discrete data. It was buried deep in the Gotham First National network, and only accessible from the executive logins inside the bank.<br><br>Hence her hanging from the side of the building as she used an old Kord Industries remote to remote link with the man's terminal. She had found the remote online along with a few other 'knick-knacks' that she had incorporated into her gear. The display flicked as the remote slid into the computer and started operating it. She issued the commands to start the datalink to her hip mounted computer. Another bit of tech that should be an antique, but was still cutting edge. This one was courtesy of a maniac by the name of Prometheus, that had jump started her own doctoral work into cutting edge neurochemical implants. If the supervillan had a lick of sense back in the day, he'd have used his tech to hijack the computer industry and used that wealth and power to do what he had wanted. Instead he had foolishly threw himself against heroes like the Batman and JLA.<br><br>Her thoughts were broken by the beep of her computer link. The Seven, a self named 'gang' of crooked cops that had been running a syndicate that extorted, murdered and pretty much anything that was crooked and profitable. She had stumbled across them when she had first started testing her implants. The portfolio of powers her implant granted to her, along with the mix of gear she had gotten from Prometheus' stash of gear, had allowed her to quickly start profiling a industrial espionage ring that had tried to break her research network.<br><br>Six months later, she was hanging from a ledge waiting for the data that would let her put names to the Seven. They weren't the only crooked cops in town, far from it. She smiled as a list of names, accounts and numbers no cop should ever be able to earn legally rolled through her field of vision. She had the names, and all sorts of other data; she spun off the data to her 'drop dead' data haven. She was surprised at a set of the names. One of them was a 'crusading' cop who had broken up several rings of corruption over the few years. <br><br>Sending the remote back into the spot she had hidden it, she started down. <br><br><strong>Two blocks down</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>"She took the bait." Trent said into his chin mic. A hiss of data flowed over his vision and he frowned. "Belay that, she found the real drop box. Boss says to drop her now." The image of the woman in armor coming down the side of the bank hovered in his vision as his partner grunted and slammed a round into place. The gun was an antique, but the LexCorp Gauss Accelerator, with a specialized round.<br><br>She targeted the gun on the target, the millimeter radar precisely targeting the armored woman, and sending the relevant data to the round to configure it a split second before she pulled the trigger. The smart round shifted to optimum configuration for the target's known resilience to conventional weaponry. <br><br>The two members of the Seven watched as the woman took a round that hit her at several multiples of the speed of sound and threw her like a rag doll into the air before her body finally landed in the transformer station behind the bank. The blocks around the bank vanished into darkness as station exploded.<br><br>"Moot point, she's not walking out of that mess." The woman said as she scanned the explosion. "Bullet proof she might be in that fancy armor and whatever else she had but she ain't walking out of that mess."<br><br>"You're right." Her partner said. "Boss said to make sure though." Trent said as he stood and pulled out his badge clipped in on the armor he was wearing. <br><br>"No problem with that, just hope he doesn't get pissed if I shot through a building if I have to shoot her." Torres said as she pulled out her own badge as well, clicking her mic. "Central, this is Torres and Trent, we're in sight of an explosion behind Gotham First National. Requesting back up approach with caution till we confirm the scene." She looked over at her partner as they headed down to their car.<br><br>"We got the scene for five maybe six minutes before the confusion starts. Boss says make sure she's dead, tag her gear for Mycroft's lab geeks and fix the money man's little red wagon." Trent says as he gets in the car and starts it.<br><br>"Plenty of time, and for the money man.. gang violence or random bad luck?" <br><br>"Thinking that it went down like this... the late Prometha&nbsp; shot him with one of those fancy crossbows of hers if they are still usable."<br><br>"Works good for me." Torres said as she got in.<br><br><strong>Online</strong><br><br>The data bomb sat in the hidden node, counting down as it waited for the fallen hero's 'stand off' signal. The data was flagged for several reporters, a handful of fly by night blogs that campaigned against corruption, and a small list of men and women that Carla Preston had thought might have the drive and/or influence to turn the tables on the Seven. One of them was the reclusive millionaire Bruce Wayne. In twenty hours, if her 'stand off' wasn't sent, a handful of men and women would get her files.<br><br><strong>At the transformer station</strong><br><br>Carla Preston, cybernetist and rogue vigilante, was dead in all modern measure of the word. Her torso had taken a hit from a hyper-velocity smart-round designed for metahumans resilient to modern ballistics. Her implants had given her the equivalent of a low powered metahuman capable of taking anything the normal Gotham thug or cop had on hand, not resilient enough to shrug off the smart-round designed to try and stagger a Kyrptonian. It was enough to keep her body in one crushed mangled piece as she landed in the transformer station that killed her. To most measures of the word.&nbsp; <br><br>If it hadn't been for the experimental biomass she had developed from a tissue sample that had been kept on hand, that would have been it. The massive neural work that Carla had done to herself wouldn't have been possible it wasn't for the mimicry nature of the tissue. Without the control of the now destroyed implant at the base of Carla's skull, it started to adsorb and adapt the tissue around it to suit it's need. In one meaning of the word, Carla Preston was dead. In another, she was simply being reborn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:20:31</strong>
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				(http://ffmedia.ign.com/batman/image/batman_begins_scarecrow1_1097175512.jpg)<br><br>Kirk Graber was in his own private lab. he'd just finished fufilling an order for a mob, plenty of his discreetest poisons, and some of his special fear tozin. It took him awhile to realize why anyone would want such an oddly specific chemical when regular, cheaper, more lethal ones worked better. He figured it out though. It was for revenge. If you really wanted to torture somebody, what's better then forcing them to be helpless in front of the greatest fears? That was why Gothams crime world were going wild over his product. It was making him a ton of money.He spun around dreamily in his chair, looking at the tubes filled with his latest pay check. The costume was growing on him too, and his recent employment at the Ace Chemical Company gave him a wonderful cover, and a steady supply of dangerious chems.&nbsp; He had a feeling his employers knewsomething was up too, but his effientency there&nbsp; made him impossible to let go. Life was pretty damn good.<br><br>It all happened in a nlink of an eye, first some shady dealings with crooks in alleys, then bigger deals with bigger names, and soon he had to hire some body guards. Then the amount of purchases rose so rapidly that he needed to hire people to deliver the goods, and people to teach lessons to those who tried to get his stuff without paying. He had a minor crime empire in just a year or so, all paid by Fear Toxin. Soon he was Scarecrow more often then he was himself. Luckily he never slept much anyways...<br><br>But then there had to be Batwoman. She royally screwed things up for him. People were afraid again. Nobody would admit it, ut&nbsp; most of the criminal world was shaking in it's boots. If anyone was supposed to inspire fear it was him! Not that he was into the theatrics of his predecessor.... He didn't want to catch her attenton either though, him, all shifty looking with his suit that just so happened to make him look like a super-villian... He had cut dealings with a couple gangs including the comedians. Anybody who looked like they were on batwomans radar was not to be seen with fear tozin or anything else he sold. He felt this was at least going to work for a while. Why go after him when their were so many other more prominant, even nastier organizations?<br><br>Things were getting more complicated then that. When Batwoman showed up he was in the process of finding some major players in the crime world to help him out- and word was there were other.... costume-wearing-individuals who were also looking to make alliances. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea anymore. It could attract attention, but there might also be safety in numbers. This was the problem he'd think over as he called a goon to come in and pack up this latest shipment for delivery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 08:38:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Characters/Sabotage7.jpg)</div><strong>Gotham Industrial Sector</strong><br><strong>Visvires Corporation R&amp;D Labs</strong><br><strong>Underground Parking Garage</strong><br><strong>2:34 AM</strong><br><br>"You sure about this, Tom?"<br><br>"Quiet!&nbsp; No names, remember?&nbsp; God only knows who might be listening."<br><br>"Right, sorry.&nbsp; Sabotage.&nbsp; Are you sure we should be doing this?&nbsp; I mean, this is some pretty heavy shit."<br><br>"We need to step up our game, Fuse.&nbsp; The people, they aren't listening anymore.&nbsp; And compared to that great leech Big Business, we're nothing more than flies.&nbsp; The only way things are going to change is if we make them change.&nbsp; Y'get me?"<br><br>Fuse went silent, scratching at the dark blue straps of his gas mask that were beginning to dig unpleasantly into his scalp.&nbsp; Compared to the young man he stood next to he was a veritable giant, shirtless brawn covered in old burn scars and tribal tattoos outlined in fresh phosphorescent paint.&nbsp; Under a black light he probably would have looked damn near radioactive.&nbsp; But intimidating though he was, he seemed to hang on the other man's every word.<br><br>Sabotage, six foot two of wiry athleticism and fanatical zeal.&nbsp; Like fuse he was shirtless, marked only with scrawling tattoos, bandages, and neon war paint that read like sacred scripture, interrupted jarringly by the occasional explosive onomatopoeia.&nbsp; With a pair of skinny jeans and old tennis shoes, he hardly seemed like much of a threat.&nbsp; But over the bridge of that pink rebreather were golden eyes that bore into the world around him like a lion's, scrutinizing everything and dismissing it as Lesser.&nbsp; In the right light his teal hair lit up like a celestial aureole, and it was in <em>those</em> moments that Fuse remembered why he would follow this young man into Hell itself: his words were the only ones that made sense anymore.<br><br>"Yo, 'tage!" another voice called.&nbsp; A similarly dressed man, this one skinny to the point of unhealthiness and wearing a shock of red hair, weaved through a few parked cars and stopped beside them, taking a moment to catch his breath.&nbsp; "It's done."<br><br>"The others got everyone out?&nbsp; You're sure?" Sabotage said, turning away from the concrete pillar he'd been strapping something to.<br><br>"Absolutely.&nbsp; Turned over every damn stone, there's nobody left.&nbsp; We stashed the guards and the scientists in a couple dumpsters and wheeled them about a block away.&nbsp; Should be outside the blast radius."<br><br>"Perfect.&nbsp; You hook up the packs as well?"<br><br>The fire-headed man grinned under his mask, reaching around his back to pull out a sheet of paper which he waved in the air between them.&nbsp; Floor plans.&nbsp; "Every place you marked.&nbsp; Once these go off there won't be anything left but a paint-soaked crater.&nbsp; I also found something else you might be interested in," he added, snatching another folder from his backside.<br><br>Sabotage took it eagerly, flipping through it with steadily widening eyes.&nbsp; "I knew it.&nbsp; This whole place is just a subsidiary of Powers.&nbsp; Interesting, considering he and all his assets were supposed to have been merged with Wayne Enterprises.&nbsp; Looks like someone doesn't want the old man finding something out."&nbsp; His hands stopped on a particular page, brow shooting up.&nbsp; "What's this about a <em>Project: Proteus</em>?"<br><br>"No idea man.&nbsp; Probably nothing good, eh?"<br><br>"No.&nbsp; Probably not.&nbsp; Good work, Light," Sabotage muttered, looking distracted.&nbsp; He snapped the folder shut after a moment, placing it on the trunk of a nearby car.&nbsp; "Alright, let's finish setting these charges.&nbsp; The less time we hang around with our thumbs up our asses, the better."<br><br>The garage was nearly plastered with brightly lit devices, each one glowing and splattered with more color than a lite-brite Pollock painting.&nbsp; Each one had two words painted across the surface in deep, black letters.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">WAKE UP</span></span></div><br>Even from ten blocks away the shockwave was staggering, the blinding neon hair of Sabotage's little gang swept back in the night air.&nbsp; Whatever chemicals the lab had been stocked with must have been particularly potent, because the place went up in a pillar of kaleidoscopic fire that near scraped the clouds, spearing up through the suffocating fog of industry and igniting it until the sky itself seemed to catch on fire.&nbsp; Cannonball-sized globules of flaming paint broke through nearby buildings and parked cars, starting a chain reaction of alarms that wailed and bleated like a chorus of angels, the sound warped by distance and chaos.&nbsp; <br><br>To the men and women present it was the most terrifying thing they had ever seen, but also the most beautiful sight that rotting city had ever shown them.&nbsp; Moreover it was wholly and completely <em>theirs</em>, a product of their will and loyalty to the man who had led them to this point.&nbsp; It was a new beginning for this band of humble grafitti artists.&nbsp; It was the Word of Sabotage, the Word they all had pledged themselves to, and damn if it wasn't a loud one.<br><br>The fires parted, revealing a paint-smeared hole belching smoke and chemical fumes, a great wound in the fabric of the city itself that would not soon be washed away.&nbsp; Sabotage made a signal, and in unison the rest of them took up their jackets and trenchcoats, hooded their vibrant hair and masks, and turned to depart the rooftop.&nbsp; The moment was gone, and there would be time to properly rejoice later.&nbsp; There was no telling who might be watching, and the distant sirens told of a police force caught off guard and scrabbling to see just what the hell had happened.<br><br>They parted almost the second they hit streetside, going their own separate ways to whatever homes or families they had until only Sabotage and Fuse remained.&nbsp; The two hurried in silence, keeping their eyes trained ever upwards as they went.<br><br>"Man, 'tage.&nbsp; That was, I mean--there's no words.&nbsp; I wanna say <em>ripped</em> as shit, but that just ain't the kinda respect it deserves, ya dig?"<br><br>Sabotage laughed, the sound coming out muffled but no less excited.&nbsp; He'd never admit it, but there was enough adrenaline pumping through his veins that he could have probably tossed a car to one side.&nbsp; "I don't think it needs any more words.&nbsp; You did a good job today.&nbsp; We all did.&nbsp; And this is only the start of something greater."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 13:36:28</strong>
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				Batwoman watched the black pantheras it's owner walked out. "Now isn't that a nice date?" She said chuckling in response to Cat's greeting and her own hands spread over the other woman much like the way Cat's did over hers. Their lips connected in a passionate kiss and soon tongues were inside each other's mouths. Batwoman didn't really want to let go and let the kiss last for a long time. Lovers lost in a moment of passion. She played a little with the breasts of the other woman..hands finding the zipper which was at the top but didn't remove it.<br><br>"Wouldn't have missed this meeting Katrina..you know the reasons why." Donna said with a sigh. She hated the fact that they had to be on the opposite fronts when they loved each more than well, almost anything in the world. "Bruce this, Bruce that..god, one might be compelled to think that you've got a serious crush on that man or something Katrina!" Donna laughed a little and said. She knew the other woman had been trying to get her to admit that. Probably Selina had asked her to get the confirmation...and what better method than to get it out in a moment of passion.<br><br>Batwoman's eyes moved over the pet which was called Panthera as it came out of the shadows making those noises and then placed herself at Katrina's feet. "Never without her Mistress, is she?" Batwoman asked with a chuckle and accepted the chip. "Couple of tough baddies..eh? You gave the same warning last time..and now look where most of them are, rotting in jail or proud members of Arkham. Before I check these out myself..who are these new faces anyways. Better to hear it out of your mouth than watch random bits of data in robotic patterns." Batwoman said with a smirk as she crossed her arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 15:43:54</strong>
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				Katrina chuckled. This woman was hard as nails, and out of costume, Katrina Wayne would do just about anything she was told to. But in costume, Catwoman was the tougher one. The Bat had a weakness that the Cat would exploit if she needed to, the bat would not kill non combatants. She tried not to though. Batwoman was her one true love, and Donna Ross was Katrina's. Being on opposite sides in this war, made life... interesting!<br><br>Katrina worked both ends against the middle, feeding information from the criminal underworld to Batwoman while at the same time exploiting the Caped Crusader's weakness for her and occasionally passing information about police movements back to the criminal fraternity. Of course this was the more risky venture as they usually wanted to know where the information came from. To admit she was Batwoman's lover would be dangerous to say the least.<br><br>"He <em>is</em> family, you know? Can't a girl enquire after her relatives?"<br><br>Glancing down at the panther, Catwoman smiled. "She loves me more than you do, darling!" She giggled and then purred as the Bat found the zipper on her armoured suit. The one concession to the 1970s when Catwoman had first prowled the night. Everything else was high-tech and upgraded, but the zipper, that stayed. It was so very useful in situations like ... well, like this one! <br><br>"Well sweetheart," she said, finding the clasp at the back of Ross' neck that would, with the right pressure, undo the Batsuit, "There's a rumour that my three comrades in arms have all been reincarnated, but there's always that rumour". She meant, of course, The Riddler, The Penguin, and The Joker.&nbsp; The four of them - well the four originals - had attempted to take over Gotham on more than one occasion and had, in the late seventies, managed to hold the entire world to ransom at least once, being foiled by the Dynamic Duo.<br><br>"But that aside I've a little present for you from The Scarecrow." She pulled a small phile out of her utility belt. "Fear gas. If you and Bruce find an antidote, make sure you give me some, and some for Bruce's girlfriend too!" Of course, just as Donna would never name Bruce Wayne as Batman, so Katrina would never name Selina Kyle as the original Catwoman. The tacit admission that they all four knew who each other was, could never be made, because then there would be consequences.<br><br>"That guy who goes around paint bombing? I think he was planning something for tonight. You might want to put a stop to him before he gets out of hand. And there seem to be rather too many fucking vigilantes out there. Sweetheart, you better get McDowell to do something about them, because if they run up against me, I won't hesitate. You <em>know</em> that!"<br><br>She smiled and planted another kiss on Donna's lips. "Oh, and the Freeze girl, seriously, you don't really think she isn't following in Daddy Dear's footsteps do you? Come ON! The girl's worse than me, and that's saying something... Mreow!"<br><br>She giggled. "That's all I have for now, so if you aren't going to get out of that silly costume and let me molest that gorgeous body of yours, unless you've got something for me, I've got a criminal empire to pay for..." She giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 20:11:39</strong>
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				Now that she was done checking on the appliances for the arabs she was ready to get to work on the thing that made her happiest these days the suit of Madame Blizzard. she entered the code on the control panel causing a panel in the floor to open and an elaved platform to come up. sitting on the platform was the suit. It had an armored appearance however insetad of a helm it was a glass dome. along the right arm was set of tubes that connected to the large cannon that was mounted on that arm. she had replicated her fathers old suit but designed it to fit her that was back when madame blizzard first appeared. the suit had been mostly latex then the only part of it that bore any real protection was the breastplate. and the gun was carried and thus could be knocked from her hand back then. The bat had yet to appear at that point or perhaps blizzards crimes were unnoticed at the time. she had always made sure to clean up after herself so as not to leave any traces behind. now however the suit was thoroughly armoured and the gun was now a cannon mounted on the arm. the suit design allowed for it to slide back so that a hand was usable for collecting objects. the only thing she refused to change was the glass dome that covered her head. Now to make up for the fact that she kept the dome she added a feature that would have mist swirling around inside so the only visable thing would be the crimson lensed goggles that would allow her to see. she felt closest to her fathers spirit when she was working on this machine.<br><br>she strolled over to the armour and smiled as she began running a diagnostic on the systems that helped her maintain it's arctic tempuratures. Everything was in the green as she studied it her smile broadening "papa the name of freeze will once more be in the crime ring when i've completed the updates to the suit.......just you watch papa i will drive that bat mad" she grinned maliciously as she made this oath. slowly she began to dance around humming while she continued her work. connecting wires and monitoring systems and of course finding ways to improve the origional altogether. she had installed one of her devices into the back of the suit so that it would pull vapor from the air so that she would have an endless supply of moisture to convert into ice. the drawback to doing this however was that she had to add an extra system to debug the conversion process thus adding a feature to the suit that should the conversion fail she'd be firing arctic temperature water instead of the freezing ice she usualy would fire. this arctic water could be useful but not quite so as the ice.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 04:15:24</strong>
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				Knuckles stared out at the city from the vantage point of his lower class hotel, he was currently processing the latest losses from their operations downtown. Every since the City’s flying pest problem returned, life has been rather lean for the small time boss. <em>’And on top of it all, the bat has tits…the hell is the world coming to?’</em> he thought before turning his full attention back on the messenger. The man, to his credit, stood tall, but he could still see the pleading in his eyes. It warmed him the way words never could.<br><br>He’d placed the gloved hand on the man’s shoulder, and let the weight of the thing lay heavily upon him. One gesture to mean two things to two men. A reminder that the man’s fate was in his hands to Knuckles, and the luck of the draw that he hadn’t reported the news on a <strong>really</strong> bad day for the messenger. He was shown out by two large men while another sat nearly undetected at the side of the room. When the messenger left, he stood and walked to the still standing Knuckles “It’s small time, Jason…Don’t sweat it” he said, knowing how close Knuckles was from blowing up.<br><br>“Everything we do it small-time, Fonzi…you know that. We don’t have the muscle to pull ourselves up to the grown-up table and demand a plate. We gotta sit at the kiddie table and watch the adults cut our fucking meat for us! We get the dope five to six times removed from pure. We get the heists no-one else wants, and we get hurt the most when some costumed freak decides to make Gotham their personal underworld buffet! So what do you want me to do, Alphonse? You want I should go to war with some broad I don’t have the manpower to find? To hire protection with money I ain’t got no more? Don’t fucking remind me what small time is…I’m living it!”<br><br>The man sighed before landing in a huff on his chair. He held his head in his hands and slowly shook it. “We need a play, Fonzi…we gotta unionize…get the guys like us together. If we got to sit at the kiddie table, then we’ll make the adults give us a better slice together.” Alphonse looked to Jason for a moment and chuckled darkly “A pipe dream kiddo, and you know it. It’ll take some schmuck a half a second to drop your ass from behind and get a pat on the head for doing it. He just made his slice a lot meatier, and didn’t have to share with the other kids. The just don’t make ‘em like that anymore.”<br><br>Knuckles shook his head, knowing it was stupid to even think that such an idea could survive past the first mistrusting bullet “It was a fun idea while it lasted…all the same, we need a job. I gotta put food on my guys’ tables. Let’s see what we can do about that. “ Fonzi nodded “I’ll inform the usual channels to keep their eyes and ears open.” And with that, the clicking of the man’s shoes could be heard on their way out . He couldn’t sneak up on a deaf kid at a heavy metal concert with that walk…but he didn’t hire him to stay quiet. Chuckling to himself, he had to agree…staying quiet just was not in Fonzi’s “How To” book.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 21:11:28</strong>
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				Dr. Pamela Isley had nothing on Dr. Karin Freeze Isley.&nbsp; Her mother was a wilted rose compared to her power, although if she was to be feared she would have to prove her superiority, the blonde haired woman knew as she walked into Wayne Enterprise's Botanical Labs in Gotham City.&nbsp; Her name was changed of course so as not to make anyone suspect she was really the seed of the original Poison Ivy and Mr. Freeze, adopted almost immediately when she was born when her 'dear ol mom' was incarcerated in Arkham Asylum after her reign was ended by Batman and Robin so long ago.&nbsp; It was too bad the Caped Crusader was an old bat now, retired from what the rumors said, but he did have a successor to his legendary mantle.&nbsp; Two could play that game however as 'Karin Ross, Doctor Karin Ross' sat down at her desk for the day, going through a new DNA sequence that was a lethal combination of a rare kind of orchid found in the Amazon and a deadly king cobra found in Africa.&nbsp; In theory they matched perfectly and would create the hybrid she wished.&nbsp; In practice....it didn't go so well since the animal half of the equation normally died when the experiment began.&nbsp; When it didn't die off, it went berserk and it would subsequently try to break its containment cell, only having to be put down anyway.&nbsp; It was something simple she knew, but what Karin was at a loss.&nbsp; Hopefully Bruce Wayne, the head of Wayne Enterprises even at his age wouldn't shut her down before she was ready or she'd have to step up her plans and continue her research at home where she wouldn't be nearly as well supplied as she was here...not without pulling a few robberies and bank jobs of course.<br><br>For now she toiled away, hour upon hour, skipping lunch and going right on into the night until...success.&nbsp; A new sequence, just slightly altered from the original was prepared for injection into the newest king cobra she had on hand.&nbsp; The moment of truth came and went when the snake was held down by Karin's unique ability, making it docile and obedient to her will as soon as her pheromones that she could emit at will entered its nose and it stopped moving about so erratically.&nbsp; She purred to it, letting it know she meant it no harm as it raised its head to look at her as the needle pierced through its skin and into the veins underneath.&nbsp; What happened next took a few more hours of painstakingly having to wait, but it was worth it as the transformation was completed and it showed no adverse side effects.&nbsp; It looked more plant like than animal now, covered in a growth that was sped up by Karin's other unique talents.&nbsp; "I seem to have made my first hybrid creature.&nbsp; Take that mother.&nbsp; It seems I'm the smarter after all."&nbsp; She grinned as the snake raised its head again, a strange hiss and rustle noise coming from it as it swayed and flicked its fork tongue at her, the whole of it looking more like an exotic vine with pink buds all over it rather than a king cobra anymore.&nbsp; Karin smiled wickedly as she flicked her own tongue at the creature before her, glad she had had the frame of mind to have the cameras run on a loop or she'd be in trouble for sure by now.&nbsp; "I'll be back for you later my dear."&nbsp; The snake/plant thing seemed to understand her as it lowered itself to the floor of its cage and rested, the leaves it had sprouted unfolding as Karin turned on a sun lamp above the cage.&nbsp; "Hmm, interesting.&nbsp; Photosynthetic it seems.&nbsp; What other surprises do you have for me I wonder?"<br><br>She mused aloud, the 'goal' of the project being to help mankind in finding cures for cancer and the like as well as finding ways to help nature speed up growth so that destroyed rain forests and the like could be restored much quicker.&nbsp; In reality Karin had already fulfilled her own goals, but she had made leaps and bounds on the growth acceleration part as well, since it never hurt to have a back up plan and a way to keep the locals at ease.&nbsp; Locking her lab up securely, Poison Ivy the II walked out of the building fifteen minutes later, the loop having been played out and the camera's normal functions restored due to a time lapse program she had embedded in the system almost the first day she had started work for the company.&nbsp; While she hated the gas guzzling machines that emitted so much CO2 into the atmosphere among other harmful chemicals and pollutants, Karin had little choice as she got into her own, an environmental friendly version of a Priss, she drove home through the busy and congested streets and into the edge of Gotham City, having a small mansion of her own that looked more like the home of a jungle than a modern day home.&nbsp; Parking before her plant covered abode, Karin walked through her oak finished front doors and locked them behind her, several strong vines securing the entrance on command as she stripped out of her lab outfit and 'let her hair down', so to speak.<br><br>Much like the snake had before her, the scientist shed her skin, or rather it simply changed and became as green as the dangerous plants and animals that she worked with everyday.&nbsp; Slender and thin vines covered her legs and snaked across her skin as a red 'blouse' of rose petals formed over her breasts, just as a dark green leaf 'thong' covering her sex.&nbsp; "Mmmmm....it's so good to be home.&nbsp; Did you miss me my darlings?"&nbsp; The assorted plants, ranging from the common rose to a giant venus flytrap that sat in the back of her 'living room' all seemed to rustle in unison at her question, as if to say yes they had.&nbsp; "Goooood.&nbsp; Your time is coming very soon.&nbsp; The first of the lethal hybrids has been completed and more shall come.&nbsp; Our time is almost upon us.&nbsp; Once you and those that will come later hit the streets, not even the mighty big black bat shall be able to stop us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:04:02</strong>
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				Kirk had&nbsp; worked a long enough day, and with two full time jobs he appreicated the time he had to relax. He was reading a goof book when he got a call. He could tell right away that it wasn't good news. He had asked for records to be kept to carefully trace where everything was going, and how his customers were doing, it took a lotn of resources to do that but he needed to be paranoid until this whole Batwoman thing died down. That was what this call was regarding.&nbsp; Somebody had died briefly after picking up their package and the vial of fear gas had been stolen off of their body. Whoever did it was quiet and clean. This was what he'd been worried about.Well the bat never killed right? And she couldn't possibly have found out about him- he'd been tracking who her favorite targets were- he'd been too smart for it to have been Batwoman anyway! Still, this could be very bad... To make things worse,&nbsp; this had cuased some of his best muscle to quit just becuase the rumor that is was batwoman! He rolled his eyes, obviously not everyone was as logical as he.<br><br>"I want you to find replacments for them right away. Give me people who won't cost me a fortune, but are real tough customers- not too dumb- but smart enough so I can dupe them is need be. Look for small players in need of work. Do you understand?" He'd been almost silent during this phone call up until this point. While he was doing his night job he had to assume a different personality. Quiet, cold, calculating. He spoke as if he was a parent giving important information to a child. When his man answered affirmativly he hung up.<br><br>He just sat their and thought about this for a momment. He always needed to stay ten steps ahead When he thought it through to his satisfaction and concluded that he should not make any big move just yet. He went back to reading. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 20:32:16</strong>
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				Donna knew of some of the more..shady dealings Katrina had been involved in but had ignored them from time to time considering the information which the Cat had provided her had helped her in taking down much more important criminals. The kind of people who made what Katrina had been upto like some petty theft. Besides, she knew Harry McDowell was good enough to tie up those loose ends and get those criminals.<br><br>"Family..eh?" Batwoman chuckled. "Why not just pay him a visit and maybe patch up if you care so much about him instead of asking others?" She said with a smirk, holding on to Cat firmly once again. But the conversation regarding the subject finished there as Cat had something to tell her. Oh great..not the rumour again! "Not this! I bump into at least one idiot each week who is dressed up in some disgusting looking costume proclaiming himself to be the next Joker..or Penguin and whatnot. And then bunch of kicks and punches to their face wake them up from their fantasy world, giving them realisation of the fact that they're nothing more than some fucked up punk from criminal underbelly of Gotham."<br><br>But Katrina wasn't finished yet as she now had some very interesting updates for her. Donna carefully took the phile containing the fear gas and eyed it for a moment before putting it in her belt. Fear gas had been the hottest thing amongst Gotham's criminals for a while now. It didn't come cheap so only rich and the powerful could afford it. Which meant, it was the latest, most favored thing amongst the gangs eternally fighting for their own turfs. She nodded at Katrina. "I'll see what I can do about this..and Scarecrow? It amuses me how can he even decide to walk around in such an outrageous costume!" She laughed a little. "The paint-bombing idiot is a fucking weirdo. He makes others I run into look more sane to be honest." As she said so, she tugged the zipper some..just enough to open a little bit, but nothing much.<br><br>"Seems like everyone wants to become a fucking hero these days. Doubt most even know the kind of sacrifices it asks for." Donna said with a little hint of sadness in her voice as she eyed Katrina. "Most are losers who are looking for some cheap publicity. I saw this so called costumed crime fighter named 'The Chocolate Boy' the other day in one of the alleys..would you fucking believe that? Sometimes I just feel like leaving them on streets to die and maybe some of those dorks would learn their lessons..but I know I just can't bring myself to do that.." Batwoman said with obvious disgust about such beings. "I'll warn Harry about these retards and he'll take care of that." But the kiss on her lips improved her mood instantly. "Freeze's girl..she was some hot shit..or should I say cold shit before I came on the scene..I guess she's busy hiding in her fortress and planning something elaborate these days. Keep an eye on her..i'll do the same and report to me anything suspicious you see?"<br><br>The information exchange had finished. Donna was almost relieved that it was. Now she could just focus on more...interesting things. "Silly? Says the one who dresses up as Cat!" Donna laughed and this time around, pulled the zipper down..exposing Cat's wonderul orbs to her. Her hand spread over Katrina's left breast and she kissed the woman again. "Your turn dear!" Donna said back amidst the kissing and playing with Katrina's breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 21:05:27</strong>
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				<strong>South Side City Bank<br>Merchant District in Gotham City<br>3;00 A.M.</strong><br><br>Poison Ivy the II was out after taking a very relaxing hot bath in her jungle covered mansion.&nbsp; it always gave her a boost after a long day at the office, and after today's success she was eager to get things moving along.&nbsp; Driving her gas guzzling piece of crap Priss, with plans to make a plant/giant bird hybrid as soon as she could, the botanical terror smiled to herself at the vision of her future dominance over this world.&nbsp; It would be a long and hard road, but one she was prepared to see through to the very end.&nbsp; For now, she would rely on this world's rules and machinations to push her own plans further, and that meant gathering money so her resources would be that much greater.&nbsp; She had a sample of the growth accelerator on her person, tucked neatly between her barely covered breasts in her rose petal blouse, having gone out as her true self considering the misdeeds she had lined up for the night before the morning come.<br><br>Stopping a few blocks away from her destination, Poison Ivy flipped her red hair back over her right shoulder before hopping out of her car.&nbsp; Transforming back into her former self for now, she got back into a pair of blue jean pants and a white blouse before grabbing her purse and walking the rest of the way.&nbsp; Might as well act normal until it was time to pull out the big guns.&nbsp; Grinning silently to herself, Karin Freeze Isley sauntered to the impressive South Side City Bank, planning to get a good look at the place from the outside before changing back and breaking down the doors.&nbsp; A legion of vines and the like followed her every move deep under the city, ready to spring up and out of the ground on her command when the police arrived, but for now they held steady under and around the Bank.&nbsp; Several guards patrolled the area in and out of the building, but they were all men, and thus easier to control for the woman.&nbsp; Women were able to be pheromone controlled as well, but they were harder to a degree, and so Karin preferred dealing with the opposite sex where possible.&nbsp; She didn't rely on her predecessor's way of doing things, the whole clover full of pheromone dust routine, thus making her harder to trace than the original Poison Ivy, or so she hoped anyway.&nbsp; Up until now she had only used her powers once in a great while in this way, so Karin was unsure of how strong or how wide she could spread her 'dust' about.<br><br>Finding a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the bank, Poison Ivy stepped out several moments later, and approached the bank again, but this time she didn't stop even when the two guards on the inside pulled their weapons on her given her very strange and exotic appearance.&nbsp; They wouldn't fire, not behind the glass as two more appeared from either side of the 'goddess'.&nbsp; "Well, it seems Gotham City's finest has caught me.&nbsp; Tell me boys, what ever shall you do now that you have caught little ol me?"&nbsp; She purred, and the two on the outside hesitated, suddenly unsure if she was a threat as they received her 'gift' that found its way into their systems through their noses.&nbsp; Microscopic spores and particles flooded them, and made them obedient to her will moments later.&nbsp; She could tell as their eyes turned glassy and they had goofy smiles on their faces.&nbsp; "Now isn't that better?&nbsp; Come on, show me around why don't you?"&nbsp; The two behind the glass didn't know what had just happened to their friends as the two beside Poison Ivy unlocked the doors for her and immediately pushed their former allies aside.&nbsp; "Be a darling and hold them steady for a moment."&nbsp; The two that weren't under her control fought but she had chosen well her first two victims since they were considerably bigger and younger, and it wasn't long before she had four willing partners in crime.&nbsp; This was going to be easier than she thought....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 23:10:29</strong>
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				Maria smiled as she finished her adjustments to the suit "ah....at last it's ready.....though i think i'll wait another night to test it" she yawned then sent the suit back beneath the depths of her laboratory. she quietly went upstairs into the manor that had belonged to her late father and now her. "such a large place to live in alone eh papa?" she mused as she strolled into the study where a portrait of the late Victor Freeze was on the wall. she smiled "good night papa" she remarked as she gently ran a hand along the portrait to rest upon his hand. as she closed her eyes she could feel his fingers curling slightly around her hand in a gentle squeeze to show that he cared. the smile on her face grew as she whispered "don't let go papa" softly the man replied "i won't my dear maria i will always be here for you" when her eyes opened again the portrait was the same as ever and the feeling of warmth had vanished. "these dillusions are getting worse" she muttered under her breath as she walked out of the room. She knew she wasn't right in the head and she knew that if she were to be caught she would be thrown into Arkham and that was something she couldn't afford right now not with her work being so far from being completed. <br><br>Quietly she strolled to her bedchamber and changed into the silky nightgown she used to sleep in. this gown barely went to her knees and hugged her body rather nicely. she didn't know why she even bothered with it since she wasn't trying to gain anyones attention. she slipped into her bed and curld up on the large king size mattress that was covered with stuffed animals that victor had given her over the years. She dearly loved the fuzzy little critters and had no intention of letting go of a single one of them. quietly sleep engulfed her drowsy figure. she had been working all day to complete both the required order for the Middle eastern kings and her suits new gear. she was thoroughly exhausted and cared no longer for this night.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 15:58:06</strong>
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				"Welcome back to Good Morning Gotham. It's the top of the hour, and after a brief check for traffic and weather we'll be back with the new 'kid' on the block: Gotham City's own Portia de Luca."<br><br>The man smiled and looked directly in front of him, at the lens and the camera behind it. The man was handsome; tall, broad shouldered, with silver framed glasses and black hair shadowing his otherwise bald head around the ears. He looked distinctive, even intellectual, with a smile that was easy and friendly. Thom Broker was the man's name. A morning host for the morning news and talk show that was the only thing on the vast majority of Gotham televisions in the morning, so said the ratings, anyway. Come to think of it, Portia had never watched the show. Nor did she know anybody that did. But therein lied the problem: morning. Of all the things Portia knew herself to be...a morning person was not always one of them.<br><br>She could go a very long time without sleep, or with little to no sleep, and function at a very high level. It had been part of her training. But like other parts of her training, Portia found she had a natural affinity for functioning well for long periods of time without sleep. She was simply one of those people that could do well without a lot of sleep. Her training had only taken that natural talent, or trait, of hers and expanded it to a peek human ability. But when she did sleep...she certainly didn't like having to be brought up and painted up and put before all to see. In short, as she was standing next to one of many cameras in the oversized studio holding onto a 'to-go' oversized coffee as if it were a part of her body, she found herself lost in the haze of someone who hadn't fully awoken mixed with someone lost in thought.<br><br>The thought she was lost in? Her sudden desire to fire whoever scheduled her for this early morning interview. <br><br>"Miss de Luca?"<br><br>Thom Broker was standing just off his set now, a set dressed up with a coffee table and two comfortable looking seats. Thom would sit in one, and Portia would fill in the other, and he would ask her...Portia had no idea what she would be asked, actually. Her chief assistant Henri had screened the questions and told her it was good. She had meant to find the time to screen them herself, but never actually found it. Too many new toys to play with, too many new things to do. A mistake, true, but a harmless one. Any question Thom Broker was going to throw at her she could handle. Henri wasn't an idiot, either, but that didn't mean Portia trusted him. In fact, Portia trusted only one person...and even then not enough to tell that person the full truth about everything. <br><br>She had shown up ready to go in front of the camera. The makeup artist had been selected by Henri, and was considered one of the best. Her name was Eileen, and she had started in East Gotham as a hair stylist at the age of 19. Eileen was now forty, with two children and a small house in the Gotham suburb of Gotham Shores, where even a small house could cost enough to break people. She had an ex-husband, two boyfriends, and a pedestrian financial portfolio. That was all information quickly gleaned by the background check Portia had Andre put together on the woman. Because that was the rule: If they got close to Portia, they did so after an extensive security and background check. It wasn't her rule. It was Andre's rule. Andre de Luca was her first cousin from her father's side, a little older than her, and utterly devoted to both Portia and her quest to put their family back atop Gotham City's elite. He was the only person she trusted, even somewhat. Ever since his own parents had been murdered in the same massacre that had taken her's, Andre had dreamed of returning the de Luca family to power and punishing those that had ordered the hits that had nearly destroyed their family. He was Mafioso. He was the closest family she had left to her. <br><br>Part of her loved him dearly. Part of her knew one day she would have to kill him. <br><br>Again, there was no one Portia trusted completely. She simply could never afford to.<br><br>Eileen had waited for Portia in Portia's downtown penthouse. Promptly at 4:30am, Portia sat down in the chair before the mirror and let the woman go to work. Eileen was sweet, friendly, and chatty. And had confessed over and over again how Portia made her job easy. It was something Portia had heard before. Beauty was another gift life had given her. With olive gold skin as soft as sin and smooth as silk, shining dark Italian hair that always seemed to tumble artfully about her shoulders, and eyes that seemed to be able to sparkle as easily as they seemed to able to inspire fear. The makeup, therefore, was light and the Eileen's part quickly finished.<br><br>Then Portia was in the limo, then at the studio, where Henri awaited with the cafe mocha...with a double shot of expresso. <br><br>Thom Broker found himself having to repeat himself, finding the Italian lost in the morning space. "Miss de Luca?"<br><br>"Hmm?" She said, the voice cutting through the thick haze of early morning and suddenly dismissed trains of thought. "Oh, yes. Sorry." Then she was moving towards the set, still in the designer black wool peacoat that had shielded her from Gotham City's early morning December freeze. Underneath was a black semi-sleeveless silk designer blouse, and a matching dark grey pencil skirt with heels to match. The entire outfit cost five times that of the suit Broker wore, which by look and cut of it, wasn't cheap itself. <br><br>"Did I say it right? de Lou-kuh?"<br><br>Her smile was small but electric, and when the light of the set flooded her eyes it made them nearly glow a powdery, breath taking auburn tinted brown. "Yes." Responded as she sat, some technician coming up and helping her put on the microphone before taking her coffee away from her. A simple black clip that clipped to the top of her blouse. The technician was gone as quickly as he appeared, departing with a near silent thanks whispered from the Italian woman that accompanied the small smile that already accompanied her lips. <br><br>"In five. Five, four..." And then the director's count went silent, and suddenly Portia found herself...nervous, just in time for the center camera to light it's red light that meant it was live, centered on Broker, who reapplied his anchor ready smile and began what would surely be the strangest part of Portia's day.<br><br>"We're back with an extraordinary woman this morning. She has overcome personal tragedy to conquer the the business world from one end of the globe to the other. Forbes has crowned her the world's top Entrepreneur, following in the financial footsteps of men like Howard Hughes, Richard Branson, and Lex Luthor.&nbsp; Fortune Magazine has dubbed her 'Queen of the 500', and People has recently named her one of the most beautiful women in the world. Portia de Luca, Good Morning, and welcome back to Gotham City."<br><br>The camera changed in sync with Thom Broker's movements, as a heartbeat after his introduction he turned his attention and his smile to her, just as suddenly the camera to the left went live in order to get both of them in the same frame. And no doubt a close up on her. Her smile remained the same as it had been before. Small, but seemingly genuine, her eyes big and beautiful, her brows dark and lush. "Morning, Thom." <br><br>A pleasantry, to be sure, as Broker immediately went into a thoughtful kind of voice in order to pitch her the first question. "It's been widely reported that you've returned to Gotham City to make the city your home again. Why Gotham City, why now?"<br><br>"Gotham City is my home. I was born here. I left shortly after the death of my parents, but I always considered the city to be home. As for why now...the stars aligned for that, I think. My group bought control of several businesses big and small, from parts of well known big corporations located in Gotham like STAR Labs to part of LexCorp, to smaller businesses with emerging technologies and ideas that will shape the future like Cyberonix and GenTech. They're all part of a small group of businesses I've decided to actively be apart of, be it directly or more indirectly, and nearly all of them happen to be in Gotham City. And nearly all of them had plans of moving out of Gotham City to reduce costs. That's a lot of jobs for a lot of people in Gotham, and keeping those jobs in Gotham City was one of the big reasons for the timing, for doing all of this now."<br><br>"And I'm sure we're all glad you did." Broker added, before going to his next question. "You moved back into the same estate your family was murdered in. Was that determination on your part to rebuild? It has to be hard for you?"<br><br>Act the part, Portia found her brain reminding her. Her eyes a little glassy, the emotion of that loss shadowing her otherwise bright and beautiful features. It was an act...but she had always been more than enough of an actress to pull it off, whatever the real emotions of that loss were, locked deep inside her own soul where no camera could reach as they were. "It's been hard, yes. The estate in Gotham Heights is full of early memories for me. The estate was a crime scene for a long time, and kept up by friends of the family while I was young. In the past five years it's caretaker was my cousin Andre. I know my father would want me there."<br><br>It was something she didn't otherwise elaborate on. Her father was a man known for his many charities...but everyone had also known he was a Mob man. Mob boss' daughter turned savior to Gotham jobs and business, though, smoothed over any and all demons of her father's reputation. Still, it was best not to talk on it overly much. <br><br>"Any holiday plans now that you're back?" <br><br>The end, she knew. A fact she was suddenly much more appreciative of than she thought she would've been. In step with the role she played on the camera, her lips turned half smile, and half grin. "Few Christmas parties, and of course I'm supposed to spend Christmas Day at the Woman's Shelter in Old Gotham."<br><br>"Good plans, and thank you for coming, Miss de Luca."<br><br>And that was it. Broker said a few more words to the camera, and then the red lights went away. The man thanked her off camera again, and added a half joke that if she was throwing a party not to forget his name. Portia made no promises. Soon enough she was walking off the set, finding Henri waiting for her...and Andre. Henri had a smile, Andre did not. Doubtless, Portia knew, there was a reason for that. As soon as she grew in ear shot, Henri started talking. As requested, he informed her, she had the rest of the morning to herself. It had made a few business contacts unhappy, a few meetings she would miss, but nothing major. Of course, it helped if you owned the businesses for unhappy people to not become a serious thing, Portia had always found. The morning wasn't for business...at least, not that kind of business. This morning was for other business. Mafia business. For that reason alone, Portia excused Henri for the rest of the morning. If she needed him, or he needed her, she'd keep her phone on. <br><br>A second after Henri dissapeared, before they had even left the studio building, Andre was whispering at her ear. "Detonni killed one of our men."<br><br>"He did, or one of his sons?" There was a difference, even if it was more or less purely an artificial difference to everyone but Portia. But to Portia, it did matter. Detonni's sons were thugs, and brutes. Spoiled South Shore morons. Detonni's neglect and own brute ways had only inspired his sons, but Detonni wasn't stupid. Nor was he shameful, or ignorant of the Mafia and it's ways. And it's rules. If Detonni had killed one of their men...it meant war. de Luca had just returned to Gotham. They were strong, and scary...because afterall, Portia had no ties to them. No ties anyone could rightfully prove, anyway. Andre was the fall guy. It had been his idea, and Portia had been more than happy to let him do it...even if she acted as if she would never let anything happen to him. But people knew Portia was in charge. At least, the other Bosses did. And that's what mattered. There was a woman in their man's world. Not the first time. Sofia Falcone had once been a Mafia Gotham boss, too...much good that it did her. <br><br>"One of his sons."<br><br>Portia smiled at the door man and the police officers that were there for security when she exited the building through a side exit. Even for a side exit, she could hear the crowd before she saw them. And the moment she appeared out of the doors and into the street, her coat back around her, that crowd was all she heard. Gotham City reminded her of Rome, sometimes. That she were Caesar returning from some foreign war, cheered and adored by the Roman citizens. Because as far as she could tell, that's as simple as it was for Gotham City. She had helped keep Gotham City alive, bailing them out of the kind of financial trouble that would've put the city into a deep economic funk. Had she not stepped in, the jobless in the city would swell to record levels, if the projections were correct. And Portia had seen the math on the projections. They WERE right. People Magazine had turned her into a sex symbol. It was something she hadn't wanted. Nor were they the only ones. Andre snickered at it, and Henri told her it wasn't all that bad, really. P.R. is P.R., he said. She had sneered at him. She hadn't wanted to become a celebrity...but she was, now. And there was no more fighting it. <br><br>She gave a wave at the crowd before hurrying into the limo, Andre trailing her and closing the door behind them. In the silence of the vehicle she finally sighed, and considered. She couldn't show weakness. Not this early. Mercy was not appreciated by the other Bosses. To them, she had to be just as ruthless. Just as dangerous. If not more so. Her plan to simply pay them all off had mostly worked. She provided them with actual business investments, legitimate ways of making money...more money than crime would make them. And in return, they slowly started turning criminal elements over to her. She was simply buying her power. But some families...some Bosses...could not be bought. To those Bosses...she had to be bloody, and harsh, and hard towards.<br><br>Detonni was one of them.<br><br>"We should kill him," Andre said, finally. <br><br>"Andre...is there someone under you that you trust completely? Someone you'd trust your life to?"<br><br>Without waiting a second, her cousin nodded firmly. "Yes."<br><br>It only made her sigh again, sadder than before. "The wiser answer would have been no, cousin." <br><br>The man stared at her. There were times when Andre forgot the capacity in which she operated. When Andre thought of her as the Boss, as the Don, and not as the genius with the fanatical drive. And then she would say something...something full of the sort of wisdom that cut straight through the world he saw all around him, and straight to the hard reality of the world that actually was around him. She loved her cousin, she truly did. She'd like to see him survive, if it all possible. "Kill Detonni and one of those sons will simply take over for him. Detonni isn't old and grey. He has many years in him, still. But if we execute one of those sons in front of him, and make him know he cannot do anything about it...then we send him a message. One he is unlikely forget for the rest of his life. And maybe, just maybe, a lesson that will teach him to reign those sons of his in a little bit."<br><br>Andre nodded, and this time, he did so with a new sort of smile on his lips. One of satisfaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>South Side City Bank<br>Merchant District in Gotham City<br>3;30 A.M</strong><br><br>The safe proved little problem with four able bodied men to help her empty it.&nbsp; The silent alarm had gone off though the moment the vault had been open, but with the wave of crime that was going on in the other parts of the city, the response time was drastically slow.&nbsp; Poison Ivy had more than enough time to have the money put into an armored bank truck, but that was it as the entire area was surrounded moments later as her four spore infested guards filed in, one taking the driver's seat, her in the middle, and a third in the passenger side.&nbsp; She was already prepared for this eventuality though as a helicopter hovered above the building, the spotlight shining on the opening garage door.&nbsp; Smiling to herself, Ivy sent the mental command to her loyal plants under the city streets at last, and the resulting chaos was quite impressive to behold as they erupted from the ground right under the police barricade that had been set up to stop her.&nbsp; Cars exploded and sent flying in every direction, men and women both were grabbed and restrained by vines from every direction, and the helicopter was pulled right out of the sky as more strong as iron vines grabbed the thing and pulled it down to crash and burn on top of one last group that had managed to stick together, only to be scattered in every direction.&nbsp; It would be clear who did it now, but Poison Ivy didn't care as she had her boys deliver the truck to her mansion while she was dropped off by her Priss.&nbsp; Following them home, the botanical terrorist grinned from ear to ear at how easy that had been, and no one was following them either which only made it all the sweeter.<br><br>Pulling into her driveway a good ten, fifteen minutes later, Karin walked through her front door and had her goons unload her precious cargo into a fortified vault of her own, guarded by two acid spitting flowers and vines sealing it shut better than any standard lock.&nbsp; Once it was completed, she had them go back home with no memory of where they had been or what had happened, securing her secrecy as she finally let herself rest underneath a sun lamp that was over her bed.&nbsp; Even though she didn't need sunlight to survive, Karin felt far better rested if she had it on while she slept.&nbsp; The next morning, she woke up early as she always did at seven in the morning despite her late night, and started a new day as she always did, as if she didn't have two point five million dollars of stolen bank money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:39:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91742.msg4021761#msg4021761">Quote from: Amazon on 16-12-2010, 20:32:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Donna knew of some of the more..shady dealings Katrina had been involved in but had ignored them from time to time considering the information which the Cat had provided her had helped her in taking down much more important criminals. The kind of people who made what Katrina had been upto like some petty theft. Besides, she knew Harry McDowell was good enough to tie up those loose ends and get those criminals.<br><br>"Family..eh?" Batwoman chuckled. "Why not just pay him a visit and maybe patch up if you care so much about him instead of asking others?" She said with a smirk, holding on to Cat firmly once again. But the conversation regarding the subject finished there as Cat had something to tell her. Oh great..not the rumour again! "Not this! I bump into at least one idiot each week who is dressed up in some disgusting looking costume proclaiming himself to be the next Joker..or Penguin and whatnot. And then bunch of kicks and punches to their face wake them up from their fantasy world, giving them realisation of the fact that they're nothing more than some fucked up punk from criminal underbelly of Gotham."<br><br>But Katrina wasn't finished yet as she now had some very interesting updates for her. Donna carefully took the phile containing the fear gas and eyed it for a moment before putting it in her belt. Fear gas had been the hottest thing amongst Gotham's criminals for a while now. It didn't come cheap so only rich and the powerful could afford it. Which meant, it was the latest, most favored thing amongst the gangs eternally fighting for their own turfs. She nodded at Katrina. "I'll see what I can do about this..and Scarecrow? It amuses me how can he even decide to walk around in such an outrageous costume!" She laughed a little. "The paint-bombing idiot is a fucking weirdo. He makes others I run into look more sane to be honest." As she said so, she tugged the zipper some..just enough to open a little bit, but nothing much.<br><br>"Seems like everyone wants to become a fucking hero these days. Doubt most even know the kind of sacrifices it asks for." Donna said with a little hint of sadness in her voice as she eyed Katrina. "Most are losers who are looking for some cheap publicity. I saw this so called costumed crime fighter named 'The Chocolate Boy' the other day in one of the alleys..would you fucking believe that? Sometimes I just feel like leaving them on streets to die and maybe some of those dorks would learn their lessons..but I know I just can't bring myself to do that.." Batwoman said with obvious disgust about such beings. "I'll warn Harry about these retards and he'll take care of that." But the kiss on her lips improved her mood instantly. "Freeze's girl..she was some hot shit..or should I say cold shit before I came on the scene..I guess she's busy hiding in her fortress and planning something elaborate these days. Keep an eye on her..i'll do the same and report to me anything suspicious you see?"<br><br>The information exchange had finished. Donna was almost relieved that it was. Now she could just focus on more...interesting things. "Silly? Says the one who dresses up as Cat!" Donna laughed and this time around, pulled the zipper down..exposing Cat's wonderul orbs to her. Her hand spread over Katrina's left breast and she kissed the woman again. "Your turn dear!" Donna said back amidst the kissing and playing with Katrina's breasts.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Katrina giggled and was just about to respond when her implant beeped at her. She pulled away from Donna. "Hold on. If this call got through my screening it's important...." She took a few steps away, and Panthera looked up, concerned. "What? I told you not to... He WHAT? When? FUCK it, why couldn't you... You incompetent bitch, why do I have to handle everything!" She broke the connection and turned back to Donna. "Sorry hun, got to go".<br><br>And with that she was gone. Panthera nuzzled Donna apologetically and vanished into the darkness too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:50:33</strong>
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				Donna sighed when she heard that Katrina had to leave. Judging by what she heard..the person on the other side was undoubtedly Selina. She didn't really comment on anything as she watched her lover disappear off in the darkness and sighed a bit. Grabbing all the things she had been given, and adjusting them in her belt, Batwoman jumped off the building, landing in the back alleys where she had parked her bike. The machine roared in the calm of the night soon as she rod off back towards the place which had virtually become her home, the Batcave.<br><br>Throughout the journey she was thinking of the new problems which had arrived in the city and potential threats building up. Things just seemed to be getting more and more bleaker. They had a lot to do..she thought to herself as she entered the cave through the back entrance which only she and Bruce knew and parked the vehicle in it's usual spot and walked calmly towards the place where Bruce would be sitting as usual. "I'm back." She announced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Novak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 04:37:31</strong>
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				Bruce had delayed progress on his private projects as News reports came in of an explosion, and bank robbery, not to mention some sort shooting reported.&nbsp; He had been trying to get a hold of Batwoman the whole time.&nbsp; By now the perpetrators would all be long gone from the seen, but Bruce was working diligently on the computers to try and at least identify the perps and determine if they had already dealt with them and new how to proceed or if they had detective work to do.<br><br>The most evidence he had was of the bank robbery.&nbsp; The perpetrator was apparently a reincarnation of Poison Ivy.&nbsp; He watched the criminal on a looped tape.&nbsp; He could swear that he knew her, but figured it was probably just his past encounters with the original Ivy.&nbsp; He couldn't help but notice how beautiful and sexy she was.&nbsp; This made him glad he was no longer the Dark Knight, but worried him about Donna after her apparent relationship with Catwoman.<br><br>He had also been watching news reports on Portia de Luca.&nbsp; This interested him as well.&nbsp; She seemed legit, but the way things had been in Gotham lately he wouldn't be surprised to find she had more hidden agendas then most would guess.&nbsp; That however would have to wait until these much more pressing matters were dealt with.<br><br>He heard Donna return and approach the workstation.<br><br>"Your communicators has been off."&nbsp; He brought up images of all the nights occurrences.&nbsp; "I hope your........meeting at least provided some much needed information on this recent spike in criminal activity."&nbsp; Bruce hated sounding harsh on her as he really admired her spirit and could really relate to her.&nbsp; "We have a lot of work to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:03:14</strong>
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				<strong>Twenty four hours after the last time Carla Preston was online.</strong><br><br>An email popped up on the screen, a series of elaborate scripts setting into motion the 'easter egg' that had been seeded throughout the city's computer infrastructure.<br><br><em>If you are reading this, it is because of two things. You're someone with clout and at least enough interest in the attached file to look into stopping the people cited in the documents. Odds are you're a clean cop, reporter or someone with some serious weight in Gotham to do something about it.</em><br><br>The rest of the message cuts away as a customized virus hashes the email and attached documents before attempting to back trace the email.<br><br><strong>Gotham PD, Cyber-crimes</strong><br><br>"We got a partial list of folks Preston sent the email to. The usual suspects. The big mouths of the bunch we'll take care of. Connor we've already got leverage on and most of the rest can meet with 'accidents' before things get too chaotic. We got to the server and mag'ed it before the rest of the list. The press is being fed the story that it was some anarchist group trying to strike a blow for the cause of the week. We got three emails that we can't id. Old ones. Long dormant ones. Odds are their owners are dead and forgotten."<br><br><strong>Somewhere between the World of the Living and the Dead.</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.bamkapow.com/ul/4625-death.jpg)</div>"This isn't what I expected.. Jan." The late Carla Preston said as she looked around curiously. She had encountered the girl almost five years ago, she was ..weird. Said that Carla was 'ahead of time' and that she hadn't expected to meet her for forty years. Something about a 'once in a century' deal that she had with the universe. They had walked around town, talked with a few very strange folk including a bag lady who had actually bowed to Jan. It had been the first sweet day that Carla had ever experienced since the first time she had shown her true intellect. It was her first semester of college and Jan had walked up and befriended her. A whirlwind romance of sorts, which was strange given that they hadn't even touched much.<br><br>She also recalled that at the end of the day, as the next day dawned, Jan died in her arms. It had been her first experience with death, and had driven her to look for ways to fix problems like Jan's defective heart. Now, she understood a lot of what Jan had said that bittersweet day. It was easier to see now that she was dead.<br><br>"But you're not quite dead." 'Jan' said with that coy teasing smile that she had given so many times that delightful perfect day. "You're at a crossroads Carla." She poured a cup and offered the heroine it with a gloved hand. She had warned Carla at the beginning when she 'awoke' at this 'boundary land' that she couldn't touch her now. Only at the final moment of life could she touch a person now, only in that one day a century could she touch and know all things mortal and human. "You stand at a rarely crossed by most folk. You get to choose."<br><br>"Choose?" Carla felt no pain, and was strangely at peace. She had survived for minutes in the fire before fading into this 'border land'. "What choice do I have?"<br><br>"Well," 'Jan' said as she got up and gestured, the sedate cafe they had met that day fading to show the cold metallic room of the morgue where she could make out the mangled remains of her body waiting for the overworked medical examiner to start on her. The hum of stasis fields keeping decay at bay was heard as she sipped her tea. It was disconcerting how fluid reality was. "You have always been.. special. You are an old soul, one that was reborn early. We weren't supposed to have breakfast at that cafe till 2085. You set all sorts of things on their ear when you were born and you just kept on. That kept on after our day together. You meddled in things that were best left alone." 'Jan' pointed to the body that lay between them.<br><br>"You're referring to the bio-mass. You mean the Hagen Cultures. It's not even alive. It was a pseudo-life form at best with mimetic abilities." Carla said as she looked over the ruined shell of her body. "It didn't even react to implantation."<br><br>"I think we can agree that life isn't as cut and dried as you think." 'Jan' said as she looked at Carla. "You aren't quite dead, that is in part to the the tissue you culled from the Hagen cultures. They are special, adaptive and insidous. You have a choice." 'Jan' pulled off a glove and held out a hand. "Take my hand and move on. We'll meet again in a century or you step into what is about to be born and accept the role you must play."<br><br>"What happens if I step into this role?" 'Jan' shrugged at Carla's question. "Or if I don't."<br><br>"You live on.. in a manner unlike anything you could conceive." She put the glove down and looked at the body between them. "If you don't... well, this new life form will emerge will you or not. Without you guiding it, it will kill and consume like a rampant virus. Who knows how far it will go without a guiding intellect?" 'Jan met Carla's eyes. "I promise, in the end, we'll be together again Carla..but you've got things left to do. It won't be pretty, it wouldn't be a kind fate you're stepping into but it needs to be done. I promise, in the end you will know peace. Till then, you have much left to do."<br><br><br><br><strong>Gotham Municipal Morgue.</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/8632/200608-25227-lady-clayface_large.jpg)</div>The field shimmered as the body within started to convulse and change. The white pallor of body darkening as it started to melt and run, tendrils spread out from beneath the stasis field. The biological mass started to probe for more and more biological material to incorporate into itself. It hovered between the hungry beast consuming food and the rampant cancer it could become. Slowly as it fed, the mass retreated back to the lit stasis booth it had been born within. The strange form of life slowly grew and started to become aware as the biological processes of memory started to become assimilated. The chemical processes had changed over the twenty four hours, they were imperfect but the change from one form of life to one similar to that Matt Hagen had evolved into decades earlier. He had the luck to do it slowly and gradually, Carla Preston was growing into it in a much shorter period of time. One born of pain and fury as her last living memory replayed again and again.<br><br>Carla, or what remained of the woman who had been Carla Preston, sat up and looked around. She hungered. For more fuel to continue her new biology. For vengeance. <br><br>"Reyes..." She growled as she stood, her body taking on a rude approximation of the form she had once held. "Dominica Reyes..." That name replayed in her mind as she moved to the center of the morgue and slid into the drain. Within moments there was no clue of Carla Preston's body or that of the six she had assimilated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 17:20:22</strong>
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				Donna looked up at Bruce when he spoke to her. "Yes, and you know exactly why it was done. I got some updates on the recent happenings on my way over to here via the newsfeeds. Some crazy shit happening as usual in Gotham eh?" She smiled. "The meeting provided much more piece of information." As she said so, she pulled out the vial of fear gas. "This, is the new stuff out on the streets. Chemical wars. Latest deal developed by The Scarecrow..fear gas. And now he's selling it in the underground circles and whatnot. But first of all, we would need to find out an antidote on that."<br><br>She took off her mask and continued. "Freeze's daughter is bound to raise some trouble sooner or later as well. I hope we have enough data on her right now to prevent her from pulling off some crazy antic...anyways, what have you been upto, sitting around grumpily because you couldn't see me and Cat kiss?" Donna said with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 01:49:20</strong>
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				Catwoman slid through the open window, having deactivated the alarm. The young woman's hotel room was a perfect hunting ground for her. Lady Jessica Sneed, a rich bitch who made her money off the exploited workers in foreign lands. Not that the cat gave a flying fuck about them, she just cared that Lady Sneed was visiting Gotham from London, and was very very rich.<br><br>The black clad woman began by opening the hotel room safety deposit box. Passport and cash, travellers cheques, jewels. She ignored the credit cards and driver's licence. They were chipped and traceable. The passport was too, but the UK version was about fifty years out of date! Selina knew someone who could make it usable.<br><br>She stuffed her haul into her bag, and started going through the other things in the room. A bit more cash, a bit more jewellery, and a VERY nice watch. She checked it over, scanning it with her implant and then pried the back off. The little tracer chip came out easily and she left it where the watch had been sitting, putting the time piece back together and droppingit into her bag too.<br><br>Finally she turned her attention to the rooms other prize. Lady Sneed lay on her side in the bed, snoring softly.<br><br>Catwoman undid the crotch of the catsuit, the opening that enabled her to pee while wearing it without getting her legs soaked, but was also very useful for what she now had in mind.<br><br>She pushed the sleeping woman over onto her back. Before Sneed woke up, Catwoman had the victim's head clamped between her thighs, with her mouth pressed hard against Catwoman's slit. The heiress gasped for breath and woke up, tried to scream to find her mouth gagged with cunt.<br><br>"Hello, Jessica Sneed. I'm Catwoman. You have a choice. Either I will snap your neck like a twig, or you can lick me out. Do it well, make me cum and I may let you live. Do it badly and you die."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 21:39:36</strong>
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				<strong>An Apartment in Gotham</strong><br><br>The bathroom was fairly non-descript and slightly messy, the sign of a person too busy with their job than housekeeping. The shower gurgled as something flowed up the pipe, avoiding the massive security systems of the building and the apartment. The door and windows were screened, there was a hive of motion detectors that covered the entire apartment. All pointed at keeping watch for anything over six inches tall. <br><br>The grayish muck that bubbled up and poured onto the floor stayed below that level, slipping into the main room without giving any sound or clue to the alert sensors that watched for intruders. Sliding over the expensive carpet and around furniture that was way beyond the police salary that the resident could legally claim, it made it's way to the bedroom and slithered up into the bed.<br><br>There, in the one room that wasn't completely secure, it slide onto the sleeping form in the bed. Encasing the form in it's mass, and sliding one tendril that turned into a hand around it's victim's mouth even as the rest of it's mass cocooned it's quarry completely. <br><br>Only then did the mass form a face to smile down at the awakening prisoner beneath her. <br><br>"Hello there.." She purred as she felt her body form spurs and tendrils to absorb the body beneath her. She was something new, and something old. "I should thank you, your form will let me finish the Seven in the best way possible. Betrayal from within." She could feel the rush of instinctive knowledge fill her as her bio-mass absorbed her quarry. Bones groaned as more and more of the victim became part of her. <br><br>"Don't worry.." She cooed with a smile. "you'll be there for the finale. In a manner of speaking." There was a loud crack that filled the room and her prey went still. Clayface smiled as she stood, pausing to tap in a shutdown code that she now knew and stepped up to a mirror to look herself over as her features shifted to that of someone else. She looked at the dessicated form on the bed with a smile as she picked up the wallet and badge sitting on the table and spoke with her prey's voice.<br><br>"I think you'll be quite useful in my plans detective." She said with a chuckle that hinted to more mayhem to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:19:32</strong>
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				Even someone who thought fairly highly of themselves like Graber was prone to second guessing themselves in such a stressful situation. Even if he was fairly certain it wasn't the bat who got a hold of his product, it was somebody in a costume, and that was something to tale seriously in what was appearing to be the start of a super-Renaissance- even Metropolis was seeing this gradual rise in vigilantes. At least that was what he saw when he searched through practically every news article from the year that brought this up. He was hoping he was simply over-thinking all of it. He'd hoped that he could be happy just using extra pecuation, but if he didn't have allies, and this defensive plan fell through, he wouldn't stand much of a shot.<br><br>He opened a wall safe, hid in the classy behind-the-painting style. He put his eye up to a sensor and the door would unlock. Inside was a briefcase that he had to unlock, and inside that was two phials. Part hobbie, part emergency backup plan. One bright green substance was labeled "V" and an odd purple one was labeled "J". He had taken forever to reproduce these chemicals from scratch- it wasn't like the fear gas where he had a sample to work from. He took the two to his lab to do some work.<br><br><br>He multitasked as he worked on the unique poison and the powerful steroid that both hadn't been seen in Gotham since Batman's days. He was also writing up an e-mail of a vague nature to send to Ms. Fries- a woman who although looked clean to the public eye, most in the know had a hunch was gonna follow in Daddy's footsteps. It was the same kind of messaged he'd just told his men to spread to anyone n power within the crime world. That a mutual alliance was being made for individuals who sought to end a frightful new problem.<br>He hoped he was making the right decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:06:31</strong>
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				Tyrone Glass knew he was dead, the thing on the other side of the door would eventually find a way into the vault he was sure. It had only been a momentary slip up on it's part that had given him enough time to retreat into the 'vault'. The Seven had been working well as a team within the Gotham PD for the better part of a decade. They had each been a ringleader of a small group of corrupt cops that were on the make. Glass had been in charge of data crimes till he had been approached by One, the leader of the Seven. <br><br>Things had been going well, he'd just finished snuffing a databug that could have outed Prometha's investigations. Add in to the fact that he had stopped her 'poison pill' from going off completely. He had been backtracing the last of the emails, one that tied to someone deep in the old WayneCorp networks. That someone was savvy enough that he had been learning new tricks trying to find them. It was like the old rumors of fighting the Batman, every time he was pinned down the old vigilante would do something unexpected. The last person was in Gotham, that much Glass was sure of, but beyond that he was stumped.<br><br>Of course, he thought as he tried to get a connection while watching the monitors around the apartment, he had been on to a connection that was leading to the estates out on the edge of town. Rich folk territory. REALLY Rich folk. Of course that all fell apart when his visitor literally melted in front of his yes.<br><br>"You won't be able to get a line out, your gear is really top end. I engaged a cell jammer and cut the outside lines when you bolted for the vault." The intruder's voice said over the intercom, causing Tyrone to twitch in shock for a moment before he keyed the intercom back.<br><br>"You can't get in either, and sooner or later someone will come looking for me." He said as he looked at the monitors.&nbsp; The image outside the vault smiled up at a display as she held up a weapon. "That won't work for you, it's gene-keyed...." His voice stumbled as he say the weapon power up.<br><br>The blast that cut through the vault door shook the entire building and sent a crimson line of light through the data vault and out the other side of the building like a blowtorch through the building. Tyrone Glass didn't notice as he was nearly dead from near miss from the high energy weapon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:24:49</strong>
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				"UUUHHH, UUUUH, UUUUHHHHHHH! OH FUCK YESSSS!"<br><br>Catwoman was in the throws of her climax, when the entire building shook to the sound of an explosion on a lower floor. She was jerked out of her pleasure by the sound. "Woah, did the earth move for you, too, bitch?" She asked Sneed, standing up in one smooth motion and closing the crotch of the catsuit. <br><br>Sneed nodded fearfully. "I think it was an explosion?" She said, in a small, timid voice.<br><br>"Well, dear, you were good. So this time you live. I will be back, though, at some time when you least expect me, and when I visit you again, I will expect more." Catwoman sneered at her victim, grabbed up her bag and dived out of the window. She threw her grapple at the sill, the smart clasps automatically gripping and the mono-wire paying out from the dispenser at her belt. The armoured palms of her suit's gloves enabled her to touch the wire without it slicing her hand in two, as she guided herself down from the 87th floor. She paused as she reached the huge hole in the wall, and peered through it. "Well, lookie here!" She drawled. "I'd know that pile of glop anywhere. Clayface!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:31:56</strong>
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				Clayface looked up from the desciated body of the late Trevor Glass even as a tendril disengaged from one of the computer banks. The drained body clattered to the floor, dried and broke into pieces as she briefly shimmered in shape. One moment she was an amorphous humanoid shape, the next she was a splitting image of the late Trevor Glass, then back to her normal form as she assimilated what she had acquired.<br><br>A massive fist, easily the size of Catwoman's chest, formed as Clayface turned to face her visitor even as tendril emerged from her body to pull in drives from the banks of computers around her. In the fitful lighting of the burning apartment suite, she looked positively demonic.<br><br>"This is none of your concern Catwoman." She said, a mix of her voice and others that she had acquired since her rebirth which was only more hellish.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:56:27</strong>
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				Catwoman shrugged as she hung outside the wrecked apartment. "Hey, what you do on you own time is no concern of mine. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't blow up buildings I'm working in?" She never took her eyes of the amorphous clay woman. That one was more dangerous than most of Gotham's villains, although for some reason she seemed to target only a certain brand of crooked cop. For now, at least. Katrina filed the information to pass on to Donna. "Another bent cop, I take it?" She asked, conversationally, while Selina Kyle was accessing Gotham police department's personnel files. "Glass, huh? Must have been a shattering experience for him!"<br><br>She judged the distance to the ground. If she released the grapple now, the fall would hurt, but not cripple. She would, of course, land on her feet. "You got something against bent cops, Clayface? Bent cops are our friends, they keep us out of the hands of the honest ones!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:10:01</strong>
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				Maria had been too busy with the Public work to actually do anything with the Suit and she was quite into her public work after all that's what helped her maintain her pet projects. She noticed an e-mail from a "Mr. Graber". "hmm......what could this be?" she mused opening and reading it. "hmm......is that so?" Maria Fries quickly typed up a response to the man vaguely implying she would like to meet with him before agreeing to anything like this. She was quick to erase it from her records as well. <br><br>She sighed and turned to her environmental control device and put it into a vault. " can't have anything happening to this" she stated smiling as she sat down in her chair to view the monitor and watch the news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:21:56</strong>
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				"I'm not a mad dog killer like you. I'm here for one thing only. Justice." Clayface growled as she reached over to the ruined rack of computer gear and with deceptive ease lifts it one handed and slams it over the whole between her and the cat burglar. "You're a mad dog and sooner or later you'll get yours, but I've got my own death to avenge first since no one is bothering with it. Even Wayne betrayed me."<br><br>Then she stepped further into the wreckage and out of Catwoman's sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:45:58</strong>
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				"Yeah? Well if I'm a mad dog, you're a mad slime-ball!" Cat woman called out after the retreating polymorph. She muttered "Stupid bitch" under her breath, and lowered herself the rest of the way to the ground. Police were converging on the building from all directions and the Cat quickly retrieved her grapple, then made her way to the bike. Panthera was sitting guarding it, as she had ordered. "Good girl", she told the worried panther. "Yeah, I'm okay." She kissed the animal softly on the mouth and it frr-frrr-ed at her.<br><br>"Come on, sweetie, let's get out of here".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 16:35:43</strong>
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				Donna was riding in the dark streets and alleys. Couple of rape attempts foiled, some drug deals busted..nothing big..just a regular patrol night in the neon glitter of Gotham. She felt an incoming message from Bruce. Something big must've happened! "Donna, robbery reported at Shiner Heights and an explosion has been noticed. Go there immediately."<br><br>"On my way." She said and powered the machine as she zoomed throgh the streets and narrow alleyways, using various short-cuts until she reached the building. It was in a rather chaotic condition as the cops were being fashionably late as usual. Quickly jumping in on the scene of the crime, she knew who had robbed the woman..but the death below. A cop, a corrupt cop killed off brutally. Who had done that? This was some powerful being. "Sending data in." Batwoman said as she sent back the images, probable fingerprints and potential DNA samples which she could gather back to Bruce.<br><br>Moving out as swiftly as she had got in, she moved towards the darkness. Feeling a bit worried now until she could see the figure standing there. "You alright?" She asked out with a hint of worry in her voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 16:57:11</strong>
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				"Oh... 'Bout time you got here... Yeah, I'm fine. Clayface. She... yeah, it's a she... is on some mad vendetta against the bent cops who killed her. Oh and I'm not going soft, the bitch licked me out nicely!"<br><br>With that, Catwoman jumped on her bike and started the motor. "Well, I've had my fun, time for me to skedaddle. Enjoy the rest of it darling!" She wound open the throttle and called "See you around, <em>Fledermaus</em>".<br><br>The panther lapped at Donna's fingers briefly with it's tongue and raced off after it's mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:19:29</strong>
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				The news was on as a backdrop to thought as Kirk pondered what to do next now that he'd heard back from Little Miss Freeze. Nothing big yet. He was making a move but he didn't want to&nbsp; completely reveal himself yet.... He'd agree to a business dinner for tomorrow to further discuss the issue. She was on the news again, Just maybe a second of footage of what was most probably Batwoman. In any other vity, he thought, leaving the seen of a murder and explosion in a crazy bat costume would make you wanted. But Gotham citizens were prone to hero worship. He'd glare at the Television and turn it off before making the calls to get the nights deliveries started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:47:43</strong>
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				<strong>Shiner Heights, Ground Floor</strong><br><br>"Dammit Torres, answer your mobile." Trent growled into his earpiece. The data vault had been of their most secure sites and someone had just cut it open like a box of doughnuts. Luckily they had been on the look out for the problem. Trent tapped his ear piece as he motioned for the strike team to move into place. They were going in first, and everyone one of the men on the team were bought. They belonged to the Seven and wouldn't let anyone see anything that they didn't want seen. Trent was more worried about Torres not answering, Glass had been upstairs and it was doubtful he was still alive. <br><br>In the last week, they had lost at least five bent cops and almost a dozen money making schemes had been broken. If it was for the fact that there were bodies everywhere, they would have thought it was the Bat making her move against them finally.<br><br>A sudden burning pain in his chest brought his thoughts to the here and now as he looked down to see a spike emerge from his chest and lift him off the ground. His attacker brought him around to look him in the eye. She was easily ten feet tall and looked to be made of some sort of greyish goo.<br><br>"Hello Trent, " Clayface purred at the dying man as she pulled his essence out of him, watching him desiccate before her eyes. "I have been trying to catch up with you for days.. I'm so glad we.. " she pulled her hand out of his body and held out something for the cops. A small withered heart. ".. we had a heart to heart." <br><br>Her form tightened up as the policemen opened fire, bullets pinging off of her body as she stretched an arm out grab a car and brought it down on one particularly bold SWAT team member.<br><br>"So you want to do this huh?" She yelled as she lashed out at the next team member as she roared in fury. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Novak</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:48:50</strong>
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				Bruce analyzed the samples that were sent to him by Batwoman.&nbsp; He noticed some consistency between one sample and the DNA of one of his old enemies Clayface.&nbsp; He would have to look at the samples side by side to see if there were similar weaknesses.&nbsp; The other DNA samples matched the cop.&nbsp; He sent his preliminary findings to Batwoman as he let his computer compare samples and look for weaknesses in the new Clayface's DNA.<br><br>He went back to working on his own personal project hoping to get in done before it was to late.&nbsp; He rolled to his work bench and began his work.&nbsp; He had been at this for a few weeks and was still missing some components that are necessary for his project to be successful .<br><br>Bruce stopped at his work bench remembering some of the encounters he had with the originals of Freeze, Clayface, and Catwoman.&nbsp; Part of him worried for Donna, and another was a little envious that they all seemed to be female this time around.&nbsp; He wasn't positive about Clayface, but the DNA code seemed to imply that it was a woman.&nbsp; He shook himself back into focus and back to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gotham Beyond: Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 19:44:14</strong>
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				<strong>Gotham Metro Police Headquarters</strong><br><br>"As you can see Commissioner, this new Clayface isn't altogether unlike the old one." Detective Torres said as she paused the hologram. The team investigator for the Gotham Special paused the holo at the point where the new meta-threat had just killed her partner. "There are a few new twists though."<br><br>"I'd say so, the old one never killed this easily." James Bullock, the head of Major Crimes said quietly as he looked at the images with his boss the Commsioner. "Made a few bodies in his time, but nothing on this scale. What did she do to your partner Torres?"<br><br>"The coroner isn't exactly sure sir, but it looks like she can sample and incorporate genetic material into the bio-mass that she is comprised off." Torres said as she pulled up a technical display.<br><br>"Which is how she was able to use the gene-locked SWAT weaponry during the fight and in the apartment that Investigator Glass' body was found in." The Commissioner said as he got up. "Which brings me to the question that I want to know most. What was Glass doing in a data vault like that?" The other officers looked around at each other. The unspoken answer was fairly clear. Glass was into something rotten. "And what did computer forensics find?" Torres took over at that point.<br><br>"Nothing. The drives were corrupted. Apparently that... thing is a bit different from the old Clayface. She's bio-tech and somehow can interface with the tech our force uses. Whatever protocol she uses.. totally corrupted the data that was left behind." Torres resumed the holo. "Watch as we approach timecode 13200."<br><br>The creature smashed one of the SWAT officers with a car, turning to form a fist half the size of a man to smash the next before pointing her free hand to form a massive spike that she threw through a third officer. Torres stopped the footage at that point. "We recovered the 'spear' from Officer Graham's body. In it was the crushed remains of six solid state drives from the penthouse. She adsorbed them and discarded the mass after it was assimilated. Forensics is confused at how she was able to do it. We're talking a cutting edge bio-tech neural network, to the point one of the techs wasn't sure if Clayface is actually living."<br><br>"Some sort of constructed machine?" Bullock asked curiously.<br><br>"He thinks so," Torres said with a shrug. The commissioner cleared his through and looked to Bullock.<br><br>"That will be all Detective, ladies and gentlemen I want a plan of action and a reason for why this Clayface, be she real or machine, is killing my cops. Dismissed. Bullock, a moment." He said as got up and led the way to his office. "This Clayface is killing badges, some of them are .. questionable. Glass' body was sitting on a ton of evidence that hinted at lest him being dirty. Add in the fact that Trent had dozens of complaints on file for his first decade as a cop. I thought he'd cleaned up his act but I'm not so sure anymore. I want every victim scrutinized, IA will be paralleling your inquires. I know you don't like it, but folks will open up to you if they are getting ruffled by the rat squad."<br><br>"The usual job huh?" James grunted as he picked at the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Wouldn't be the first time that he'd been the boss man's beater. <br><br>"Find out what they got in common. If they're dirty, I put them in a cage not some freak of nature." The commissioner's flint gaze locked with Bullock's. "Understood? I clean my house, no one else."<br><br>"Got you sir." Bullock said before turning away and heading out.<br><br><strong>Nearby</strong><br><br>Clayface watched as she walked the hallways of Gotham Metro. She wore the face and memories of someone else as she stalked the halls. Clearly the police were frantic to find her but she was beyond their reach still. She slid a card through the reader and walked into the weapons room. Checking out the material she needed as easily as if she was really one of the dozens of men and women in the room. She engaged in the idle banter with the ease of her victim's form. <br><br>There were still a few gaps in her data, knowledge that she didn't have. Not all of the Seven knew everyone in the organization, and she was still working through the memories of Glass and Trent to build who were the remaining gaps in the organization table. Like the 'boss' of the group. When she had him or her, she'd know enough to tear the whole stinking cancer within Gotham PD.<br><br>Till then, she'd walk among them hunting her prey.
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