DC Comics: The Last Age IC
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				Title: <strong>DC Comics: The Last Age IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 23:33:05</strong>
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				"How?"<br><br>The word was difficult to hear, even for her. And that was saying something. His jaw was clinched, his teeth grinding, his eyes bitter little dots of blue. In chains and tossed into a dark hole deep underground, Superman looked angry to Supergirl. <em>Angry, and defeated.</em> A flash of heat struck like a needle deep into her brain; anger flashing at the idea that Kal-El would demand answers. From her, of all people. <br><br>But when she took a second to look stare she saw past his facade, and only then did she hear the desperation that had been in his short, quick, tone. So she smiled, amused to be playing the same game her father had always played with her. "Why do you think?" It wasn't sarcastic, and her voice left no doubt in the seriousness from which she spoke. <br><br>Since her earliest days her father and mother had given nothing to her easy; there was no lazy thinking in her house. Critical thinking was a skill most Kryptonian kids were all but born with--it was as natural to a Kryptonian to plot out the 'hows' and 'whys' before ever asking as it was to a Terran child to just asky 'how?' It was astounding to Kara just how low humanity, as a mass species, held the bar. It just led to an inefficient society of the smart, strong, or viscious rising to the top on the backs of the masses. Masses that were engaging, good, even whip smart souls. Just with minds that had never been properly, or sufficiently, raised to anything near their potential. <br><br>It was sad. But the man had been right when he nodded, and said words that still haunted her: <em>Humanity often leads itself to chaos. It's the beauty spawned within that maelstrom that you aren't seeing, Kryptonian. The magic.</em><br><br>"...magic."<br><br>"Yes," Kara smiled, her hands loosely connected behind the small of her back, under the cape. Superman wore brown rags. "Chance, I'm told--"<br><br>"--by who?"<br><br>Kara ignored Kal-El, continuing as if she hadn't even heard him, "I was called afterwards and told to pick you up. I brought you here. There's no special design. Stone and earth, a heavy metal door with big hinges and a big lock, and stairs. Your powers are gone." And then she added, quickly: "For now. Whoever it was you were chasing, they either got really lucky or knew just where to take you to exploit your magic weakness."<br><br>"Our magic weakness."<br><br>Kara Zor'El's face was overcome with a questioning look. The look of somehow who, just maybe, wasn't so sure. "You'd think, right? I know you <em>told</em> me I shared your weakness to magic, I know people <em>think</em> that..." And then her red lips twisted into a grin. The kind of grin she knew was going to stab into Kal-El deeper than any dagger he would accuse her of thrusting into his caped back. "Turns out I'm not. Buddy of mine's best thoery is that you're more Terran than Kryptonian."<br><br>"I'm not human."<br><br>Kara actually frowned, losing her cherished grin. "You can not be human and still be Terran. See where that Terran Journalism BA got you. You're an earthling, Kal! I'm not. Magic has no affect on me. But there will be no true telling of your history. They'll probably write you were a hero turned tyrant that was fortunately killed in an accient, of all things."<br><br>To his credit, the man never shrank when the realization came to him. "You're going to kill me here and now."<br><br>The cell fell to shadow and silence as Kara just stared and looked at the poor man. Her cousin. That same needle of pain went tearing through her heart as the thought hit her in full force. "I'm not." He didn't believe her, she could see it. She didn't blame him, with the sudden inflections of regret and sorrow raking her just as suddenly soft words. "Diana wanted me to. She believes that's what I'm here doing. It's what she'll see, if she goes behind me and wants proof all her own. But I couldn't kill you, not if I don't have to."<br><br>Her head shook, feeble as it must've looked, desperate as it felt to her. "It's not your fault. I was the one who was late. Your life would be different in ways you can't imagine had we gotten here at the same time, Kal." Her vision had crystalized, her heart becoming a pit as dark and deep as the cell she was standing in as tears began to form in her eyes. "You would've been an actual Kryptonian. And that's not your fault. I don't have to kill you, and I won't let anyone else kill you. So...he's going to take you where you'll be okay, where not even a goddess can find you."<br><br>Superman's head rose in a jerk that was so fast, the chains bound to his wrists and ankles chattered. "Who?"<br><br>Again, he demanded. This time Kara didn't need a moment to hear the desperation. She whispered her good bye, and turned from the room, closing the heavy door behind her. Kara didn't bother with the lock. She even looked into the cell through the small slit in the heavy metal door; watching a man made of twisting shadow suddenly come to life in a room of shadow. When Kal-El screamed, she turned away.<br><br>She understood the scream. He was scared...and she had seen those eyes her cousin now watched come closer and closer. Eyes alive with the fire of a thousand burning stars. 
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Metropolis, The Citadel of Steel</span></strong><br><br>The sound that pulsed through the building was the clash of steel, but not in the literal sense. The shockwaves that both ripped at the ears and shook through the body could not have been made by any mundane metal, but by the individuals which took its name. This was not the grand hall in which business was attended to, but the hallowed ground in which the greatest heroes of the world, as they would like to claim, tested their caliber against each other. Many great encounters had taken place within its closely guarded walls, battles of such beauty that would have rivalled the tales of old, that would have put Achilles and Hector to shame. This was not one of those fights, Diana had decided early on, this was not the dance she had fought with Clark, nothing of the sort. This was a hunter baiting a beast.<br><br>Conner may have rivalled Clark, had he not given in to tendencies which dragged him down. The uncontrollable fury behind his eyes which chilled her, not out of personal fear, but what he might inadvertently do to damage the House, and the vast numbers of humanity beneath it. An uneducated bystander might have mistaken the fight for being even, it appeared as if Superboy had the Amazonian Demi-God on the run, ducking and dodging to avoid blows which would cleave an armoured vehicle in two, and probably Conner thought this was the case, but it was not true, she was leading him, drawing him out so she could better see what he was capable of. She was not overly impressed. The next time he over swung, aiming at earth shattering punch to her head, she ducked under it, sweeping his legs out from under him with a divinely infused kick, connecting with skin hard enough to have shattered the bone of a mortal trying the same action, but caving under her own strength. Sprawling on the floor, he had no time to react before the boot came down on his neck, Olympian power combined with momentum overpowering the defensive aura of the quasi-Kryptonian and choking him. Whether they needed air or not so regularly as humans seemed not to matter, the act of doing so still seemed just as unpleasant for the meta-beings and eventually Superboy gave up the struggle, lying prone on the sanded floor of the training ring.<br><br>“While I am loathe to delve into the private workings of your mind...believe me I have no intention to have that linger on my conscience, this anger of yours must be contained...harnessed, or you are nothing more than a wild dog with wasted gifts. We cannot depend on Superman any longer, each must be a weapon for the house to wield.” Diana lectured him as she walked away, removing the pieces of armour she wore in combat, leaving her in the outfit she had worn since her very first days in the Justice League. The armour was superfluous really, but it reminded her of home, of days spent training for wars that would never come.<br><br>“You mean...a weapon for you use.” The man, behaving like a child as his name entailed, practically spat at her, although she did not turn to reply, even if her voice did grow cold.<br><br>“My only desire is for the house to succeed, they are one and the same.”<br><br>She sensed the rage building behind her before she heard the noise, battle instinct honed over many years combined with the foresight of the divine caused her to turn, her arm lashing out, before she or Conner could even fully comprehend it. In the next second, he was lifted from the ground, an Amazonian grip holding him up by the neck.<br><br>“If you are to remain a member of this household, let alone a key representative, you will heed my words...and you will never attempt to strike me again out of turn.” She stood in silence for a number of moments, waiting, until it finally dawned on Superboy what he must do, with the few gasps of air she gave him.<br>“Yes….please, forgive me.” It was strained, and even a simpleton could hazard that it wasn’t honestly meant, but it would do, his ego was in control for one more day, and if she was truly lucky, he might actually seek to train based on her words, she was doubtful however. He collapsed back onto the ground as she released him, before turning once more, climbing the small set of stairs which led up from the dusty ground of the ‘arena.’ A human attendant was waiting, one of the most trusted scions of the house, to be allowed in the presence of their private training.<br><br>“Matthew, if you could locate Supergirl for me, I’d like to request her council, privately.” While Diana did not view humanity as equals, she saw in them both great promise and certainly viewed them with enough respect to place them high above the other animals of the world, the least she could do was learn their names, at least those she met regularly. Despite this, she didn’t bother to speak to him further as he gave a slight bow, before moving with some haste to carry out her wishes. It would be unseemly for him to bolt away from her presence, but laziness was not tolerated, at least, among those regarded highly. The citadel of House Steel was large on a grand scale, but unlike the noble houses of humanity’s past, its occupants were not restricted to face-to-face communication, and Diana would not expect to be kept waiting long, even if it was a request rather than a direct summons. <br><br>The security to Diana’s private quarters was not particularly grand, facial recognition triggering a single metal door to slide away. A formality if anything, to prevent guests and visitors just breezing in. The room had housed two of the most powerful individuals on the planet, in a world filled with countless powerful individuals. If they wanted to get in they would anyway, and waiting for them would be the wrath of Krypton and Olympus. Now it was simply her abode, something she had largely engineered herself, but still, for all its luxury, it felt empty, even if the hole was one of frustration and anger. She breezed through both lounges, one for guests and the other for private use, taking only a second to regard the sigil of House El hanging in both, one a ceremonial shield, the other burnt into simple steel with the heat vision of its bearer. They would remain, she had decided, after all, they were the House of Steel. She passed through a thin layer of silk, drapes used to separate the bedchamber from the rest. In that moment she was almost home. Not the Citadel of her house, but the elysium home of the gods. While the rest may have screamed of Superman, their innermost circle was hers, decorated as befitting a goddess of the ancient world.<br><br>The outfit came off, put in its place on a stand, before Diana turned to face herself, the determined reflection in the floor length mirror meetings its owners gaze. A moment passed before she actually began to examine her own form. She may have been a goddess, but she had not been raised on the ambrosia that sustained her more ancient peers, her body was able to change, if not age, like humankind, although it was never something she wasn’t proud of. Her shoulders and arms were as powerful as ever, exuding strength without tipping so far over into masculinity. She had never seen fit to shy away from that appearance of strength, although had questioned whether she would feel the same had she been raised in any other community, had been inflicted with the doubts that possessed the women of human society. Her lower body was perhaps softer than it had been, hips somewhat wider and her thighs, while still denoting her strength, were not as borderline masculine as her arms, This wasn’t something she felt particularly bad about, she was still the height of attraction, a seductive, if unconventional, figure, not be taken lightly.<br><br>Thinking of seduction, and with a slight grin spreading across her face, she turned to her wardrobe, selecting a silk night robe, something which covered her without hiding anything but the exact details of her from. After a few moments of deliberation, she refrained from closing the robe until her waist, revealing much of the famed curves of her chest, and the toned surface of her upper body. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that she was ready. Other women may have spent time on the details, making sure their hair sat in the right place, maybe that one curl draped over a curve or something of the sort. Diana did not, she was a child of a goddess and trusted herself to be enough, the detail was her body, her glare and the full pout of her lips. It also helped that Olympians didn’t exactly have bad hair days.<br><br>Just in time, she heard the door, three rooms away, slide open. She slid through the drapes, back into the living space, standring strong, but seductive, one leg parting the translucent surface of her robe, in the entrance to the most private of her chambers, the grin returning to her face at the presence of that other member of House El.<br><br>It was Kara Kent who walked into the inner sanctum of an actual, no kidding, goddess of the planet Earth. Not Supergirl. It was easy to spot the difference; instead of Kryptonian armor adorned with the sigil of House El, she wore Levi jeans that rested low on her tanned hips, looking worn thin with a hole at the left knee. A white bra under a white tank top covering her upperbody, a button up flannel collared shirt of soft pinks and baby blues worn over the tank top, it’s sleeves rolled up to the elbow. <br><br>She wore simple brown boots, looking more workman like than fashionista. The boots of a Kansas farm girl, born and bred. Her golden hair sat messy but suspended in a lazy ponytail, her blue eyes scanning both antechambers as she went through; she’d never spent much&nbsp; time in “the Vault.” That’s what the human staff of the House Steel Citadel, a skyscraper that no longer resembled the Lex Towers it had once been, called the private chambers of Superman and Wonder Woman. Kara had always found the nickname quite fitting. <br><br>When she passed the silken threshold into the bedchamber, Kara found herself not grinning in return. If anything, the blonde country girl looked...disturbed as her eyes looked up at Diana under fluttering lashes, stopping only a few feet away.<br><br>“It’s done. If you don’t want to view the body, I’ll move him to Sanctuary tomorrow.” Very few people knew about Sanctuary, Supergirl’s own Fortress of Solitude that sat so far under water...only Aquaman and his people would be any threat to even run across Sanctuary, nevermind get inside. <br><br>Of that small group who knew, no one but Diana knew Sanctuary was more than a safe haven, that it was a fully aware and functioning Artificial Intelligence. It was Kara’s best friend, her only Kryptonian friend. “Twisted as he had gotten, he was still my cousin. I still feel like I should throw myself into the Phantom Zone--not that Sanc is likely to allow it. “Anyway,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and letting out a faint but crisp sigh, “it’s done.”<br><br>Diana crossed the distance between them, although refrained from actively embracing Kara, at least for the moment, this particular occasion required more tact. Instead, one hand brushed the blonde’s cheek, an opening move of stark tenderness from an Amazonian Goddess. For a brief moment, her gaze melted from the determined stare she maintained, to connect with the young Kryptonian.<br><br>“I knew Clark for most of my life, he was an ally and friend, this only proves to show the validity of what you had to do, he needed to be stopped, even by those connected to him.” She refrained from mentioning husband or lover, it was obvious, but not spoken out loud and it grated slightly less on the circumstances. The fact that Diana was dressed as she was almost became lost in the moment, irrelevant as the goddess sought to comfort Kara, with the words and emotions that had often been shared between them, before their physical forms had ever connected.<br><br>“It is done, and there is no need to dwell on it as you do, we can remember who he was, or the bond you shared, without sullying our own actions against the man he became.<br><br><br><br>Finally, Kara found herself nodding. Even smiling at the Goddess, faint as it might’ve looked on her pink lips at that moment. Looking up was suddenly easier then, as the blonde brightened in spirit and appearance for the Goddess. “Okay. I’ve gotten good at dealing with loss, if you can believe it. I just…” Her eyes danced about the room, her head moving this way and that in a flash before she shook her head, and kept her smile. “It doesn’t help being here, I think. In Fort Knox here, or Metropolis here.”<br><br>For a heartbeat, her big blue eyes looked down, then just as quickly up again. Almost like an adolescent gathering the courage to ask if they could borrow the car for a night. “So, remember last week in bed we talked about you maybe moving out to Malibu to spend some time away from the Citadel and the capital?”<br><br>It was then that Diana acted more directly, her arms snaking around the lighter build of the Kryptonian in front of her, hands sitting at the base of her lower back, the slightest amount of pressure in the embrace, a hint of power rather than the real thing. They made an interesting contrast, the sun-touched country girl next to the figure cut from an Eastern ancient world.<br><br>“Of course, although, I would not be able to spend whole days with you, it might not be looked down upon to simply move on...but it might seem suspicious, were the next two powerful, according to the rest, members of the house to be running off as soon as the head was gone.” She regarded Kara with a gaze that was honestly apologetic, although it came with a decent helping of lust, a promise that what time they would spend together would be more than worth it, making up for lost time. She gave her lover a slight squeeze, the minute force used seemingly imperceptible next to the strength both of them could throw around.<br><br>“But, permanently, I will be looking to expand the infrastructure of the house, to not be dependent on some grand citadel on an old seat of power. Maybe the first can be a spot in Malibu just for...private excursions.” The final word came with an even greater grin, a hand snaking down to squeeze the pert jeaned rear of her blonde counterpart. It felt good, to hold someone, rather than be held, power and lust flowing through her. Part of her mind was almost scared by the rush, both loving care for the Kryptonian in her arms and the echoes of her old self seemed to shirk at the idea, but it was too intoxicating to ignore.<br><br>“Within our realm, who is to tell us otherwise?”<br><br>Suddenly Kara Zor’El was sixteen again being groped by her boyfriend ‘Z’, her eyes wide as saucers, the gasp that came from her pink lips a sharp, genuine, thing that she almost went to cover her own mouth to suppress and hide--before realizing she wasn’t sixteen, she was nineteen, and Diana smelled <em>way</em> better than Z ever did. <br><br>Her arms had embraced the Goddess just as quickly as the gasp came, the look Kara gave Diana was raw, outraged, and maybe just a little bit lustful in return. A deep breath followed, shades of a grin matching Diana’s own when she’d walked in starting to show on the Kryptonian girl. “Fair enough. But there’s no way we’re doing this Christmas party thing here at the Citadel. Maybe your home island?”<br><br>It was a tease. Even if anything would’ve been better than Metropolis and the Citadel right now. Especially right now. <br><br>Diana laughed, not flirtily, although the sing-song tone of it could have been mistaken for such, at the suggestions. “I think the Amazons would revolt before they allowed Conner on the island...let alone the host of guests we bring along...that and I wouldn’t want them there, I only bring a...select few to Themyscira.” She spoke, winking, in a rather childishly flirty manner, before continuing. “I’m sure we can find somewhere to hold the festivities, possibly somewhere more connected to the old world than the Citadel, there are many who would appreciate such a thing.” Diana’s switch into the political mind was almost seemless, but did nothing to limit her appeal, an extension of her fast acting mind, the very same one which grinned at and squeezed Kara.<br><br>“But...I can decide on such matters later, come, let me help to relieve you of such stress, it does not sit well on such fair features.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Comics: The Last Age IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 18:08:28</strong>
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				<strong>Place:</strong> Citadel of Steel<br><strong>Tags:</strong> None<br><br>It had been a few hours since Pee-Gee had made her way into the lavish lounge, a room decorated with comfy crimson couches, a small coffee table in the centre, and a giant flat-screen television against a clear white wall.&nbsp; A tray of cold tea and half-eaten biscuits sat on the table while the TV flashed with images of the day’s news, its sound currently muted. As for Karen, after a bit of munchies, a bit of news and a bit of pacing on the blue carpet, she had finally settled on some much needed retrospection before a nearby mirror. <br><br>Power Girl bit her lower lip thoughtfully as she gazed into the reflective surface, arms semi-folded with her chin resting thoughtfully on a loosely held fist. She had been there for some time, just thinking, often of important matters but mostly of her suit and its supposedly bold but controversial display.<br><br>Her breasts had become something of a phenomenon since she had donned her new outfit, with the infamous “boob-window” - as it was so horribly dubbed - developing into a topic of some debate. As Power Girl understood it, there were two sides in the heated discussion, those who advocated the display and those who were against it. In Pee-Gee’s opinion however they were all focused on the wrong area. She liked the window and so it was there to stay, no matter the outcome of any silly argument. The whole reason she had cut the opening in the first place was to show off a little and now she had the most famous boobs in the world. So, mission accomplished, sort of…<br><br>The only real issue she had with her attire was the lack of any pants or skirt; now that was something she would have liked to see some debate on! She was already picturing something skin-tight and red to cover her legs or perhaps something more nostalgic like a pleated mini-skirt. The thought of simply extending her white suit over her legs had also crossed her mind but came across as a little dorky. There was also the question of the types of footwear or gloves she should sport, the modern look was nice but she could also dive back into her pirate-booties at any time.<br><br>As these designs played through her mind, the kryptonian continued to admire her reflection, only to frown as she heard a nervous “Ahem” from the room’s entrance. <br><br>Pee-Gee turned to face the servant, placing a hand on her hip as she addressed the man. “So, any sign of Supes yet,” she huffed with a hint of impatience, having waited for over two hours already. “Uh- That is- Er,” the man stuttered, only to be shocked into silence by the loud snap of a kryptonian’s fingers. The message was clear, she wanted silence. It had been a long day and her patience was at the very edge, especially with this sudden disappearance of Superman.<br><br>Her frown deepened as she pondered what to make of the situation. “Is he avoiding me,” she thought quietly to herself, “Or is this sorry sod too afraid to disturb him?” Power Girl found the very notion ridiculous but the sight of the quivering young man cast a sliver of truth to that last thought. The poor soul looked absolutely terrified and it brought out a mix of pity and anger in the kryptonian. It made her want to grab him by the collar and shake some sense into him, to hopefully get a rise out of him and spark some of that rebellious pride humans were known for. It wouldn’t work but she was certainly tempted to try…<br><br>That was the one thing Pee-Gee hated most about this new dimension, a lack of will. The trait which she had admired in so many Earthlings had turned into something of a rare commodity in this space and time. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, she had always appreciated the readiness of men and women to stand and fight for their freedoms and beliefs. To see this spirit crushed to such a degree was heart-breaking. Now, the only few who appeared to epitomise this strength of will were Batman and Nightwing, a fact which amplified her growing disenchantment with the warped dimension. The one, dwindling, silver lining in the entire realm was that she could look upon the faces of those she had lost and even that was beginning to feel hollow…<br><br>Power Girl revered the replicas of all her old mentors and followed their instructions to the letter but she could never bring herself to treat them with the same adoration of those in her own realm. Despite their disturbingly similar appearances and attitudes, she knew deep down that these weren’t the same people. They were nothing but doppelgangers who abused their power to subjugate the people of Earth. Still, a part of her hoped to bring out some of the good that she knew they had, and that was why she was looking for Superman. It had taken some time but she had finally worked up the courage to put her foot down and discuss how unacceptable she found the whole situation. And now Superman was gone…<br><br>“I-If it helps, I know where to find Supergirl and Wond-,” the servant started, only to once again be silenced as Power Girl aggressively interjected with a sharp, “No!” She clenched her teeth at just the thought.<br><br>Pee-Gee just couldn’t bring herself to approach Supergirl, it was far too unnerving; much like staring too deeply into your own reflection until you got the sense it might just jump out and grab you. The fact that she could read her duplicate like a book didn’t help either, there were too many familiar mannerisms, habits and subtle gestures that struck a chord. Unfortunately, Power Girl didn’t doubt that such observations would behave like a two-way street and so she simply kept her distance, avoiding any extended contact whenever possible.<br><br>As for Wonder Woman, the kryptonian wasn’t sure that she would be all that welcoming of her proposals. After all, from what Pee-Gee had gleaned, the Amazonian queen was the one who had initiated the entire fall into a medieval system of Houses. No, Superman was the only one who could affect any change. There was Batman, of course, but the thought of asking him for any help almost made Power Girl laugh out loud. She respected his bravery but she didn’t believe he had a chance at all of winning against the more powerful houses.<br><br>“Just… Just keep looking for him,” Power Girl eventually sighed, shaking her head in frustration as the servant disappeared from sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Comics: The Last Age IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 23:21:25</strong>
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				<strong>Place:</strong> Citadel of Steel<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Pee-Gee; Open.<br><hr><br>Each step of his feet along the mesmerizing marble floors were as loud as the crack of thunder when the infamous words 'Shazam!' would be belted out by his house, at least that is how it seemed as Live Wire walked through the empty and monstrously large halls of the Citadel of Steel. There wasn't much that Garth had not seen in all his years, in both his time-line and this one, yet he had to admit to himself that it was a first for him to see a house as marvellous in magnificence as the House of Steel. Compared to the House of Thunder, it was much more...he paused to think of the world, a hum mindlessly escaping his throat in the process until he found something suitable. Divine, was the word most appropriate in that case. He figured this was the work of Wonder Woman, or perhaps simply her subconscious influence on the house that had it air such a feel. She was a Goddess after all, and the one initiating all the talk between both his own house and hers. The place was really a marvellous sight, yet it lacked that ambience of war that was ever so prevalent in House Thunder, thanks to the decoration muses of Black Adam. The man sure knew how to turn a place into a Black and Golden fortress that rivalled the Pyramids in structure, but oh well. <br><br>There was one thing missing in this place, for Garth specifically, and that was the human who was supposed to escort him around the house in order to meet with a representative from House Steel. Live Wire was sent under the order of Captain Marvell in order to strengthen relations between both houses, discuss possible campaigns and generally get a feel of the place. There had been talks of the negotiations between the houses as of recently, as others discussed the rumours and potential of such a union, of its dangers and consequences. Yet, only Live Wire and his house knew the truth of everything, knew what was truly to be reaped from such a Union. The two largest houses on the planet, uniting together to exterminate the rest of the heroes and villains Garth read about in his history books back in his own time-line. The benefits would be un-matched, the rewards un-imaginable, yet most of all it provided him the chance to go toe-to-toe with all these Legends, all these people he could only admire statues of in a museum no longer than five years ago. <br><br><em>Five whole years...</em><br><br>Five whole years, Garth thought to himself, that he took the Legion's flightring and his future's technology to warp space and time and portal himself into this parallel and twisted world. He had the advantage of knowing what had started everything, the advantage of reading about the houses and knowing exactly where he should go and which house to ally with. Yet, he was not so lucky to find any more information than those basics. He remembred, that day he showed up at the gates of the young House of Thunder, how he challenged Captain Marvell himself to begin fulfilling his desire of fighting these heroes, these behemoths, and getting his ass thoroughly handed to him after a fight that lasted a full three day's cycle. He remembered how the House was impressed with his abilities, how they offered to take him in and nurture him. <br><br>The fact that Garth could control Thunder and Electricity was a plus, of corse. I mean, the house was almost made for the guy. This went very favourably with&nbsp; Black Adam, along with the rest of the Marvel family who thought Garth fit in rather well, and made an excellent addition to their ranks. Slowly, Garth's desires began to twist and change because of this world. The urge and deep need to spark fights and hellishly doom himself to battles he had no hope of winning dwindled, in favour of his growing feelings towards this house. He'd not seen anything like in the four corners of his future time, nothing like this. It was structured, hard, militaristic, ruled by a family who could rival Superman in strength and agility any day of the week and ruling with an iron fist. No wonder they had the strength to trample and dominate most of Europe. <br><br><em>Five years...</em><br><br>Five years later and here he was, a new-born son of House Thunder, high enough in rank earned in battle that he was counted amongst the first sons and representatives of House Thunder. He was a new man, a new born man...but yet still a curious one. It was remarkable really, how curiosity had been the biggest life-shifting trait Garth had. Hell, it was curiosity that had him earn his powers in the first place, curiosity had him steal and betray the Legion, curiosity had him -here-. So, with the absence of his supposed 'Guide' to take him through the house, Live Wire decided he would take the tour himself and see where his feet would take him. It was a calculated risk, knowing that any idiot with no knowledge of his identity would naturally take an offensive stance on his presence and from there, things could spiral out of control rather quickly. But, he sure as hell wasn't going to stand there waiting. Nothing happens if you don't take initiative.<br><br>So he walked, through white halls and corridors, across great pillars and venues before he finally heard the faintest of sounds in the distance. "Ah, people~" he mused, finally finding someone that he could possibly get something out of. Answers, Questions, hell, even a mindless conversation would do, he just hated this silence. He moved his arm upwards and his hand clenched into a fist, and with a small lift from his feet the man was airborne and flying in the direction of the noise. It was then that he noticed how his black and yellow attire conflicted with the white and blue ambience of the place. Ah well.<br><br>Finally, he found the source of the noise, and it was of all things...a human, running out of a room after closing the door behind him. Garth's eyes inspected the man, sweat beads dripping down his brow and nervousness engulfing him. It was as-if he was trying to control fear within that feeble body of his and failing miserably. <br><br>"Excuse me, do you--" <br><br>He spoke, took another initiative, yet the man ignored his presence entirely. Well, ignored would not be the right word. It wasn't as if he had seen him and chose not to talk to him, but it seemed as if the human didn't even realize Garth was there. Too preoccupied with an order, he must have been. Still, the place from which he was running showed promise. Perhaps the source of this man's nervousness was someone with enough knowledge or place to actually tell him something about why he was sent here. So he descended, to a large door which he promptly pushed open in order to peek inside. To avoid a surprise fist flying towards his face, he preluded the action with a few loud words to make sure he was heard.<br><br>"Excuse me, yeah, the person supposed to show me around here kind of didn't show, I was wond--"<br><br>His words were cut yet again, but this time, of his own choice. While he was speaking, the door was arching open, and his eyes finally lay upon the person concealed within the confinement of the room. His eyes took a moment to adjust and figure out who the person before him was, with her back turned, facing a mirror. He peered inspecitvely, looking over the curves of the woman's figure and the rather enjoyable tightness of her attire. He quickly determined that he wasn't simply looking at a secretary or anyone of the sort, no, but someone far more important.<br><br>He was looking right at Power Girl, or, to be specific, her curved behind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Comics: The Last Age IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zacharius</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 15:04:37</strong>
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				<strong>Place:</strong> The Citadel of Steel<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><strong>Outfit guide:</strong> http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/jofisher47/8838b508-c183-4adb-9843-eccd02b0b93a.png?t=1387978727 (http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/jofisher47/8838b508-c183-4adb-9843-eccd02b0b93a.png?t=1387978727)<br><br>Diana had left Supergirl. Physically that was, her thoughts still lingered on the slender curves of her body, the sparkle of her eyes and the gold of her hair, but there were matters to attend to, and now she was the one who could leave at a whim, if she so desired. She hadn't abandoned her by any means, explaining the nature of what she had to do, before changing <em>eventually</em> into something suitable for the meeting. The red cape billowed behind her, despite the lack of breeze in the halls,&nbsp; &nbsp;while the two halves of her outfit, displaying the traditional stars of her heritage, remained still. Ever since the change to the world's order, her divine nature had manifested more strongly and now it showed itself in ways she herself considered somewhat trivial. She was Wonder Woman, a hero even before she was a ruler, she did not need optical tricks to be impressive. <br><br>The meeting she had called was of relative importance, but she was in no rush, on multiple occasions she stopped to converse with one of the House Servants, discussing simple matters, such as the weather of the state of their family, she always found she remembered a surprising amount about the lives of the humans who served the house. It was a habit, both because even though she was not the same hero, she still cared, and secondly because loyalty was the most important commodity for a ruler. She was a goddess with enough power to snap their necks with the flick of her wrist, they already feared her, they may as well love her on top of that. The Grand Hall had rather earned its name, with a ceiling high enough and space wide enough to hold hundreds of flying individuals, columns rose up to a ceiling dominated by window in the shape of the crest of El, casting light down on the central meeting place. Made from the same substance as the Fortress of Solitude, or so she had been told, it was hardly a weak point in the fortresses defences. Not that a normal window would survive at such an altitude, high as this room was even at floor level. There was a throne, one she had sat in before when filling in for Superman on the rare occasions the man as fast as a speeding bullet was kept away, or more commonly, deigned not to provide his guests and allies with his presence. Superman could afford to alienate potential allies and subjects, it was a situation Diana hoped to rectify. She did not sit upon the throne, instead standing at the table in the centre of the room, a map of the world carved from steel, but with a hologram overlaying it, displaying key features, data and movements, whatever was needed.<br><br>Despite taking her time, Diana was still a few moments early. She wasn't expecting too many members of the House to be present, many were out on predetermined tasks, or on their own private searches for Superman. They had been recalled, but she did have an amnesty for a few days, after all, they had spent twenty years under the man's guidance, even those that did not appreciate or approve of him would need time adjusting. She certainly did, although, she did not begrudge it, she had spent too long as a thrall to not appreciate the freedom, whatever its difficulties. More interestingly, a number of outsiders would be present, diplomats, although possibly in name only. While the House of Thunder was the most critical faction to play to at this juncture, she needed to set a tone with them all, especially to prove that the House of Steel without its man was by no means clawless. <br><br>She strolled around the table, casting her hand over the cold metallic surface of the world, inadvertently dismissing many of the holograms displayed across its surface. Superman had wanted a globe focused on the holdings of the house at the centre, she had convinced him the classical approach was better, the general world map based upon the time zones, as crafted by the dominance of the British Empire during the discovery of the world. The territory beyond their own was important, whether they liked it or not, and arrogance in the face of visitors was not always helpful. Let the colossal citadel and the presence of the most powerful beings on Earth intimidate them, not petty one-upmanship. That was back when he did truly listen to her. The memory stirred some pain in her, but she dismissed it, before the first of those summoned arrived.<br><br>"Come, we have much to discuss."
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