Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings
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				Title: <strong>Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 05:19:04</strong>
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				For things that transpire before or after missions or outside of continuity or just . . . whenever. Remember, the Phantom Stranger is watching. <br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=200 padding=10]https://booker-dominique.s3.amazonaws.com/library/6366/20180308_113857585_M.JPG[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] Your Character Name<br>(Optional)[b]WEARING:[/b] Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br>[b]DAY:[/b] Day of the Week, Month and Day (ex: Wednesday, June 14)<br>[b]TIME:[/b] General time of day. Morning/afternoon/evening/night. Can specify with values such as dawn/noon/midnight.<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] Where your character is at in context of the current thread - optional sub location (ex: The Titan Saloon, at the bar)<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] General level of content. Drama/Conversation/Humor/Smut/Hanky Panky/Masculine Celebration of Testosterone-Fueled Melodies<br>(Optional)[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] [url=link]YouTube or BandCamp link to music to set the mood[/url]<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] Any characters and potential NPC's being referenced or directly spoken with in this post.<br><br>[hr]<br><br>BEGIN POST CONTENT HERE</code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center">Other Game Threads</div><br>Recruiting Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309215.0)<br><br>Accepted Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.0)<br><br>Mission Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309521.0)<br><br>Random Happenings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309523.0)<br><br>Secret Sanctuary Rooms and Chambers (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309791.0)<br><br>Romance &amp; Erotic Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309792.0)<br><br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309417.0)<br><br>Mission Thread 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309921.0)<br><br>Communications Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310088.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 06:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Um, minding her own business and not trying to get involved with her overzealous mentor. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce, Mentioning: Batman<br><hr>“<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>Josh......will you accept this rose?”</em></span><br><br>“Oh, come on!” The irate woman sat crosslegged on the couch of her small apartment, a bowl of lucky charms balanced in her left hand, a spoon in the other, the latter of which was pointed towards the television in foolish accusation. “Are you <em>kidding</em> me, Emily? He forgot your date at the beach-<em>ugh</em>!” Helena shook her head as she dipped the spoon back into the floating feast of toasted oat shapes and marshmallows, the milk already turning a light shade of blue as she aggressively judged the woman on <em>The Bachelorette</em> show she was currently indulging in. Such a foolish thing, and yet it was taken so seriously, because to be honest.....it was a distraction. <br><br>Her phone vibrated for the third time near her on the cushions, but Helena ignored it, already knowing who it was but having no interest in talking to <em>Him</em>. <br><br><em>Him</em> and she had a bit of an argument a few months back. <em>Him</em> and her did not quite see eye to eye on a few matters of criminal investigation and justice. <em>Him</em> was clearly trying to call her in reference to that Martian ambassador getting attacked at the U.N.....<br><br>Well, <em>Him</em> can go to hell! Helena was clearly doing just fine with her cereal dinner, bottle of Corona, and spending the last hour watching some dumb blonde named Emily from Connecticut get wooed by a household of handsome guys. <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>“Jerome.....will you accept this rose?”</em></span><br><br>Helena muttered under her breath as she brought another mouthful of sweetened crunchy cereal bits slightly offset by the softening milk. “You dumb bitch.....” Her length of dark hair was currently gathered up in a very messy bun atop her head, and she was clearly not dressed to have any visitors or expected to leave the house for the rest of the night. The phone vibrated again, and it was ignored again. It was true, part of her still got peeved at the sight and sound and mention of the Batman, but in addition to ignoring the phone calls, Helena also felt she deserved no part in this new threat. Her home was <em>here</em>, her city was <em>here</em>, and there were no shortage of issues that could be resolved right here in her own backyard. Let the fancy, advanced, super-powered, hoiety-toitey, “oh look at me I’m from whatever planet”, weirdos in tights deal with it—Helena was needed right here in New York City and so that’s where she would stay.<br><br>Her show cut for commercial and so she paused with her attention and returned to her pathetic little meal when suddenly there was a knock at the door. <br><br>It was strange, for it was rarely a good thing to have someone knock at your door so late at night in the city. She didn’t really have any “friends”, nor was she expecting anyone, so instead Helena ignored it....<br><br><br><br>....until a second resounding knock occurred, this time a little more harsh and obnoxious. With a sound of frustration, she reached between the pillows of her couch and retrieved a stiletto 6 inch blade (http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1054/1198/products/Screen_Shot_2016-07-13_at_8.56.18_PM_grande.png?v=1534881216) that really had no business being there. The thing was, Helena’s entire apartment was an arsenal of hidden weaponry; there was hardly a step one could take where they wouldn’t be within arm’s reach of something deadly. <br><br>“Go away!” She finally yelled as she set the emptied bowl down, and turned back towards the door to wait and see if the mysterious visitor would heed her final warning or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 07:08:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress, Mentioning: Batman<br><br><hr><br>Brion had been studying. He didn't have any tests and nor was he in school at the moment but he liked to read. Batman always seemed to have all these facts and answers at his fingertips, that was something he wanted as well. When he got the text from Batman asking him to go and retrieve the Huntress he finished his paragraph on the book on economics and wondered why he couldn't have just called her Helena. Sending the message. *<em>Going to pick her up.</em>* Brion threw on a shirt and left it unbuttoned, it was warm tonight, then he headed for his jeep. <br><br>He had a few stops to make. Knowing Helena she was not going to make this easy. Usually he could just smile and be friendly with most people and they would see his side of the argument or even offer to help him out. Helena was a little closer to Batman's stoic and unyielding personality type. It's one of the reasons they clashed so often. First he needed to find the correct junk food. Her favorite drinks and snacks would make the drive back go a little bit smoother at least.<br><br>Part of him hoped she didn't have company for the evening, that would make things very dramatic. The three hour drive would be a lot more difficult at that point in time. He liked Helena, he was never quite sure how she felt about him. Tolerated like some goofy cousin came up once. That was better than 'hated with the force of a thousand burning suns'. <br><br>He was going to call her and announce that he was showing up at her door but if she was avoiding Batman she may dive out a window or something. That would be fun to text back.<br><br>Arriving at her door he knocked. Waiting an appropriate amount of time he knocked again. Perhaps she was in the bathroom...please don't let her be on a date. “Go away!” Hmm...not enough annoyance to have been interrupted romantically. That was good. Just the regular amount of lethal annoyance he knew from her. He wasn't about to start yelling in the hallway. It would wake her neighbors at this time of night. Brion used his power over gravity to play with the lock's tumblers. Most people thought of gravity as an up and down phenomenon, Brion could control it anyway he wanted to. <br><br>As he opened the door he said. "<strong>Helena, it's me Brion. I'm not going away. We've been called to duty. And I, for one, could really use your help.</strong>" he said coming in. It would be really good if she wasn't in a towel or something right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 08:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lost, confused, and maybe under threat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, <br><br><hr><br>Across space and time she came, crossing the boundaries between dimensions, fleeing the world that had been her home for twenty years in order to spare it a most terrible fate.&nbsp; Raven, daughter of Trigon, was fated to bring destruction, and she wanted nothing more than to escape this destiny.&nbsp; She hoped to find allies, as Azar suggested, by going to the planet Earth, the place of her mother's birth and her own conception, though she fears whatever champions she finds won't be enough.&nbsp; Still, the portal opens and she steps through and onto Earth.&nbsp; Then the noise and smell of the place hits her like a slap to the face.<br><br>"Ugh, by the First," she hissed quietly, lifting the hem of her cloak to cover her nose.&nbsp; This place reeked of filth and bodily waste.&nbsp; Where had she emerged?&nbsp; Multiple story buildings ahead and behind her, perhaps with a three or four meter gap between them, forming a long passage to her left and right.&nbsp; Above she glimpsed the sky, blue with white clouds, while to one side was a metal box on small wheels.&nbsp; "Where on Earth am I?"&nbsp; Perhaps she should have consulted with her mother about the place before her departure.&nbsp; Then again, the woman would have likely tried to stop her.&nbsp; How was she supposed to find allies when she didn't even know where to start?<br><br>"Well, well, well," a voice to her left drawled, figures emerging from the shadows of the buildings and nearby doorways.&nbsp; They wore ragged, mismatched clothing and carried various blunt and sharp weapons.&nbsp; "Look at what we have here, boys."&nbsp; The leader, she assumed, was the largest and filthiest of the lot, and he was leering at her like she was a side of meat.&nbsp; Any other person and they would likely shiver, but all Raven did was glare at him coldly from within the depths of her hood. &nbsp;"You one of them costumed freaks?&nbsp; Gonna teach us felons 'the error of our ways'?"&nbsp; Criminals, then.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; She knew of crime as a concept, but it didn't really exist on Azarath.&nbsp; No one needed to steal, and harming another was strictly forbidden.&nbsp; How disgusting.&nbsp; "Well, sweetheart, round here we do the teachin', ain't that right?"&nbsp; His "boys" agreed.&nbsp; "So how bout we teach you something, then, girly?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 17:31:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pinimg.icu/wall/0x0/damian-wayne-C2767b9d9656e0c42184e01ac6264e1e3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Face Mask (https://ph-test-11.slatic.net/p/6/elastic-windproof-soft-polyester-skull-half-face-mask-facemaskheadwear-for-motorcycle-atv-cycling-intl-6182-18999533-60df71a6a5ce434f6c6da67f5ee8b9b0-catalog.jpg_340x340q80.jpg_.webp)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wary and slightly bewildered <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Intelligence work was a dreadfully dull affair. Sitting within a black Holden Caprice, fighting off the threat of cramps while attempting to maintain a state of constant vigilance. No sane man could derive even a veneer of pleasure from the job. Yet, it was a necessary endeavor. Since his decision to go solo, a decision driven very much by stubbornness and pride, Damian had been beginning to truly understand the hardships of being a hero. Though he would not readily admit it, he had been enjoying a relatively sheltered life under the wing of his father, merely following in his footsteps on a path tread many times by his predecessors. <br><br>His WayneTouch smartphone suddenly flashed alive. Affording a glance at the screen, he saw multiple items of interest. First was that Barbara had sent him a text which he absolutely expected to be a scolding for ditching the Robin costume. The second was a notification of Lois Lane's latest piece on some secre-, well, previously secret US government initiative concerning metahumans. Her piece hadn't actually been published yet. Since Wayne Enterprises owned the Daily Planet, Damian had the privilege of viewing works pre-publication. He knew his father most certainly enjoyed scrutinizing a certain Mr. Kent's work. <br><br>The third notification was also surprising. His date for the night, some model for Wayne Fashion, had actually canceled on him. He raised an eyebrow. Then he shrugged and leaned back in his seat. <em>Guess opera's too boring for her</em> <br><br>Just as he was pondering if that actress he'd been DMing recently would entertain a spontaneous invitation to his penthouse, the glare of flashing red from his laptop alerted him to an area of interest, a place monitored by the motion sensor he'd installed within the stealth drone currently hovering above this area of downtown Gotham. <br><br>He'd focalized sensors to specific locations that were areas of interest in his investigation of a local gang of convicted felons that had escaped custody by the GCPD. And at that moment, one of the sensors was recording the movement of multiple individuals. Instinctively sensing an opportunity to collect intelligence on the suspects, Damian saw that he was within walking distance of the spot in question. <br><br>Donning casual attire in the form of a dark hoodie and pants, his identity protected by a facemask that also aided him in managing the pervasive smell of the neighborhood, Damian strode out from his car into the alleyways. The alleyways of Gotham were often places of infamy and many crimes were committed in such areas especially in a dangerous part of town like this. In fact, this was one of the no-go zones for cops. Only SWAT or elite detectives ever ventured out regularly into the destitute districts of Gotham.<br><br>His eyes perceiving the situation in front of him, Damian maneuvered forward by hugging the cracked brick walls to his side, crouching behind a dark green dumpster. He didn't have to look twice, the sight already burnt into his memory for him to pick apart analytically. The suspects he'd been tracking were all there, that was a positive. And then there was the girl. <em>She's dressed in some sort of...is she a cosplayer perhaps? Probably a prostitute in a kink costume.</em> <br><br>The suspects were threatening her...not exactly an unusual sight. Hookers were one of the most vulnerable people in Gotham's underworld society. But there was simply no way he was going to let them touch her. <em>No visible protective gear, all carrying melee weapons, no visible possession of firearms...this should otherwise be easy but with the girl there I should avoid violence if possible.</em><br><br>Emerging from behind and walking casually toward the group, one hand within his pocket signaling to the thugs that he could have a gun, and, adopting an exotic Eastern accent, he said, "Hey fellas, this bitch belongs to the Triads." Pulling back his sleeves to reveal an Eastern dragon tattoo (a fake prepared beforehand as part of his disguise), Damian's tone immediately turned aggressive, "If y'all know what's good for y'all, back the fuck up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 18:47:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting snippy with an old friend<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce<br><hr> The moment the metal gears in the lock started to twist, the sound crashing in Helena’s ears and igniting her prowess, she swung over the arms of the couch in a knelt position. With her back to the furniture, eyes dilated into focus, and left knee down, right bare foot placed firmly on the carpet, she swung the stiletto through her expert fingers so the tip was between her index and forefinger. In a mater of nanoseconds, Helena was ready to kill whomever walked through that door, so when the object swung open she jumped to her feet, twisted her upper body at the waist, and with right arm back over her shoulder she was about to launch the weapon to flip tip over hilt before landing right in the center of the intruder’s chest....<br><br>.....but then she saw who it was.<br><br>“Brion??” Helena lowered her knife knowing it wouldn’t do any good anyway as she stared at her old companion incredulously. It was completely out of context for him to be here right now, so it took her an extra second to actually hear what he said. Such a message—it infuriated her! So acting with impulse she raised the blade back up again and hurled it with the full power of her right bicep....to land directly beside his face in the doorframe next to him. The thin blade embedded in the wood almost a full inch from the sheer power of her throw, the handle vibrating visibly as it stood perfectly parallel to the floor under their feet. Helena grit her teeth and turned away from him.<br><br>She liked Brion. She did. But as one would.....a distant friend that constantly disagreed with you politically. They had trained together, sparred together, had grown quite close at one point, but their moral compasses and personalities were not in tuned with each other. He seemed to always trust Batman, always took his word for it, followed orders with perfect obedience and unquestioning loyalty, like he was perfectly doing now. Apparently an extra call or text had been sent his way, the Bat somehow knowing his calls to Helena would be ignored so he sent someone to taxi her to wherever. Crossing her arms over her loose breasts to maintain some semblance of modesty towards him, the woman shook her head stubbornly and voiced her concern very very calmly and professionally:<br><br>“Fuck no, I’m not going.” She returned to her seat on the couch and recrossed her long legs beneath her. “You know the issues I have with <em>Him</em>. We haven’t spoken in almost a year and now suddenly he needs us, needs -me-.” She took a sip of her beer as if truly settling herself back into what she was doing before he arrived. “Well since you and <em>Him</em> are texting buddies, how about you send him my response.” Without turning back to face Brion, Helena rested her left elbow on the back of the couch and raised her middle finger his way as her “response”. <br><br>“Now, is there anything else I can help you with, Brion?” She casually asked, lowering her obscene gesture being sent his way. Helena turned to look back at him and raised her beer bottle, wiggling it by the neck in a mock toast. “Maybe a beer for the road? I told you I’m not going......and quite frankly.....there’s no way you can make me.....”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 18:56:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyODcwMDk5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQyNDIwNw@@._V1_UY1200_CR150,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Augustus Freeman Jr. ||Icon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15031779#msg15031779)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Costume</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/Icon-3.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>DAY:</strong> Day of the Week, Month and Day (ex: Wednesday, June 14)<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM CST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> First Atlanta Bank<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Stopping Robbery<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None, Mentioning: JLA<br><br><hr> "This is not good. My Cousin Denny said Aunt Verna said save Big decisions till Friday or Saturday.” Marko spoke.<br><br>“Please, please, please don’t tell me you are basing our lives in the slammer behind some Zodiac bullshit, that yo’ Aunt is spouting? If you don’t shut up, I will poppa cap in yo’ dumbass right now!” Eddie had traversed the alarm system in First Atlanta bank. He had the plans he had the system, they had three hours of the workroom in and out and gone out of the city. He had been planning this for weeks, there were only four of them and even with Marko’s big mouth, these were those that he trusted.<br><br>They moved through the air ducts and inside. Then down they floated one at a time. The computer override and the acid jam would make the system think I was still closed even though the lock was deactivated. Each man crawled across the harness that was there, a few bags of money was what they too. Ten specific cases and they all climbed out.<br><br>Once they were outside they moved joined. The money they too were large bills that would be shifted three bags each would take care of it and the jewels and bonds would take care of the rest. Hey were down and in the minivan.&nbsp; They took off down the street, once they were out of the city they gunned the engine headed for the airport. Eddie smiled big, the heist went off without a hitch. They planned it all down…except for one small hitch….the vehicle slammed into something in the middle of the road. The two in were instantly knocked out, not dead but they wouldn’t wake up too soon from the concussion.<br><br>Eddie was looking at the darkness as the front lights were out from the crash, his head was bleeding as was the steering wheel. He checked on Marko, who was missing a few teeth that were stuck in the dashboard.<br><br>“You gentlemen are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent.” The shadowy figure remained.<br><br>“Oh damn…its you!” Eddie pulled his gun and fired from his good hand the other had a thumb broken at an odd angle.&nbsp; He dropped the gun as he needed to get them out of here. Marko was in no condition to hold a gun being as woosy as he was. Eddie had to save them, he shifted into reverse, the vehicle wouldn’t move, forward still nothing. <br><br>&nbsp;“…anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney..” the figure continued.<br><br>“You sell out…Fuc..” Marko didn’t get to finish his sentence as the van was rocked up and down quickly bouncing his head off the ceiling and knocking him out. Augustus breathed a sigh of relief. No one was killed. He was tempted to take one of the bags, but he didn’t. It wasn’t drug money like last time, it was bank money. <br><br>"..do you understand these rights?&nbsp; Good!"<br><br>He breathed and moved to the top of the van at first but he remembered that the chassis of this vehicle was awkward so he moved back to the side and lifted it like it was a toy car. He still didn’t get over how strong he really was, but his speed and his flight was his fave. He would have said being indestructible, but he rarely checked that one. 'Do you know how much willpower it took to stand in front of a damned gun and not move or flinch? The hell with that?!?’ He thought as he took off to the Atlanta PD. &lt;&lt;Yeah, I need to reach Seargent Washington. Yeah Tell her Icon has a delivery for her.&gt;&gt;<br><br>He got to the APD and dropped the guys off, the Hispanic woman he had been used to dealing with was there. She looked him over and frowned. “Everyone still alive this time?” She said smartly, she liked to tease him about it but the man could have died even though he shot and the bullet bounced off of whomever this chocolate dude was. She was on duty or she might have fanned herself just looking at him in that red and green outfit.<br><br>“Yeah, they're alive. Won’t be robbing any banks anytime soon though.” &nbsp;His deep baritone came through as bass as he needed to be different from his everyday voice. He had learned to project it and not squeak or break when he spoke. <br><br>“Anything else madame, the tape of the robbery is in the bag, per your request. Since we both know I am not coming to court. The rest of the evidence is there.” He nodded. <br><br>“Have a good night Dt. Washington.” He moved away from her, the last thing he needed was for her of all people to recognize him. He jumped into the night sky and was gone. He was glad his parents had a place on the outskirts of the city. He really wasn’t sure how to explain how he lived near, but he flew in a circle before heading home, he always thought he was followed. He did his best to be careful all the time. So how did he receive a letter to join some Young Justice?!? He was going to check it out cause his mom, told him too at least see what they wanted. It couldn’t hurt…it was what he was doing anyway. It would do him good to hang out with people like him. At least that was what she said.<br><br>He saw it as just another collection of white people, doing white people things, protecting more white people while others that were NON-white continued to suffer. So more than likely he would be the token black to fill their PC quota. He landed in his shed, showered and changed. He thought about sneaking in but he told his mom, he wouldn’t be out late tonight. It was going on 1 am. ‘Yeah going have that yellin’ wait till tomorrow, thank you.’ He looked at the clock and turned over. He was looking at the sky through the roof of his own HQ. ‘What the hell is a Happy Harbor anyway?’ Was his last conscious thought.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 23:35:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress, Mentioning: Batman<br><br><hr><br>There was a mild shock at seeing him in her eyes. And then the shock turned to judgement. The combat knife perfectly thrown vibrated beside&nbsp; his right eye. It was like the old days. When he first came to America to train with Batman, she and Damian were already there. It felt like they were already third degree black belts in a dozen martial arts and he had two left feet. He was completely smitten with her, she had those looks that made men and women turn their heads. She was proudly Italian and he felt with both of them being Europeans in outlook they'd get along. She never saw him that way. He felt he always irritated her because of their differing politics. He appreciated her point of view, you always learn from someone that sees things differently than you do.<br><br>It wasn't easy looking at his past crush dressed like that, feelings are feelings, they aren't rational. He tried the litany he would say to himself when she was making him look stupid during training.<em> 'Stop staring, she's beautiful like art is beautiful. She has no interest in you and it's just creepy. Don't be that guy.'</em> "<strong>You and he are very much alike. You get on each other's nerves. But I think you're missing the point. You're angry at him but people need you. If you are there, more people will survive.</strong>" he said as he walked towards her glaring eyes. <br><br>He looked down at her making sure his eyes met hers. "<strong>Helena, I know you have your issues with me. You're rather vocal about them. You think I'm some wind up automaton that just blindly follows Batman around. It's a little insulting really. My brain doesn't turn off when he's in the room. Batman is one of the most gifted intellects on this planet and a few others I'd imagine. I'm not going all fanboy when he asks me to do something. Whenever we're presented with a crisis I'm always trying to solve it too. I'm like four or five steps ahead, he's like ten or eleven. I know I have a lot to learn from him still. I have no problems admitting that.</strong>"<br><br>He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder when she says '.....there’s no way you can make me....' "<strong>Helena, you are a brilliant martial artist, better than I am by far. You have a way of making a fight look like you choreographed a dance. You beat me in points every time. But lets be real about this. We both know I can make you.</strong>" he informed the beautiful Italian just as she smashed the beer bottle against the side of his head. <br><br>"<strong>I'm warning you to stop or there will be consequences you won't like.</strong>" She always got under his skin, he was just really good at trying to take the high road. But now she was definitely pushing it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 02:22:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Guarded, ready to fight, but also intrigued.&nbsp; Some casual racism from the leader of the thugs.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian Wayne, thugs<br><br><hr><br>Raven's lips twisted with distaste as she sensed the emotions of the thugs that were menacing her.&nbsp; Lust, pent-up aggression, and perhaps a bit of nervous excitement thrown in for good measure.&nbsp; Even if their posture, and their leader's words, hadn't made their intent clear, what she was unwillingly feeling from them certainly would have spelled it out rather plainly for her.&nbsp; Still, despite their number and armaments, she wasn't really worried.&nbsp; Even without her magic, she doubted their weapons could get past the defenses granted by the Rings of Azar.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as she was contemplating how to dispatch these degenerates, however, Raven sensed another presence.&nbsp; Their emotions were hard to read, controlled, though perhaps not to the extent she could her own.&nbsp; He, the voice was definitely male, wasn't dressed like the others, and seemed hostile towards them.&nbsp; The fact he claimed she was owned by something called "the Triads" was rather irritating, but he appeared to be trying to deceive the criminals.<br><br>There was a wave of unease from the thugs, even some fear, at the mention of these... Triads and the flashing of the newcomer's tattoo.&nbsp; Whoever they were, the Triads seemed to be a force to be reckoned with, and maybe they could get out of this without the need for the use of violence.&nbsp; Perhaps she could play along?&nbsp; She wasn't very good at acting, as her one attempt at entering the theater of Azarath could attest, but it was worth a shot, right?<br><br>"Yes... yes, I belong to the Triads," she said, stepping over next to the man who had claimed they "owned" her.&nbsp; "If you know what's best for you and your friends, then you'll leave me alone."&nbsp; She had no idea if she was helping or not, but in all honesty... no.&nbsp; No she was not.&nbsp; She didn't carry herself like a hooker, and she was far too confident in herself for someone owned by an infamous organization like the Triads.&nbsp; Combine this with the fact her "rescuer" was alone, and she'd just made up their leader's mind.&nbsp; "So... go away.&nbsp; Now."<br><br>"You don't scare us, ya damn chink!"&nbsp; The lead thug snapped, his fear turning into anger as he stepped forward.&nbsp; He was also ignoring her entirely now, it seemed&nbsp; "This ain't Triad turf and ya got no back up!&nbsp; Now hand over the whore and we might just let ya keep breathin'!"&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; They thought she was a prostitute.&nbsp; Okay, she was done with this nonsense.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not how I saw myself spending my first few minutes on Earth," Raven muttered wryly, glancing over at her "protector" and sighing softly.&nbsp; "Thanks for trying, anyway."&nbsp; She then stepped forward, cloak sweeping aside as she raised her hands.&nbsp; "You guys picked the wrong time to be brave."&nbsp; Dark energy enveloped her hands, the thugs tensing up as her eyes glowed white.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get that freak!"&nbsp; The leader shouted, his voice going slightly shrill from fear.&nbsp; The criminals hesitated briefly, but still they followed orders, most charging Raven, though some went for the newcomer as well.<br><br>"I don't think so," the cloaked Azarathian said, sending a wave of the dark energy outwards that swept up several of her attackers and pinned them to the far wall with a dull crack.&nbsp; "Who's next?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 02:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting carried away!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce<br><hr> She tried to ignore him, but admittedly he was a difficult man to ignore. So it was the mockery of it, the farce, the scene, the principle of the matter since he had helped himself to her locks and invited himself in. Brion tried to defend himself but Helena knew how she felt. She remembered the feeling as the men had teamed up against her, made her feel wrong for the anger she felt, the violence she could enact. And then would turn around and ask her to exhibit those exact traits she felt condemned for. Helena knew she was being unfair towards Brion, unfair, rude, and frankly bitchy, but his face brought up too many memories. The young man always made her a bit self-conscious, like she was questioning her own motives and it made her feel.......<em>weak</em>.<br><br>“Whatever,” came her standard brushing of emotions off when he finished. “I’m still not going. What the-Hey! Asshole!” Her next statement was cut off when he unexpectedly leaned over to lift her bodily off the couch and sling her over his thick shoulder like a bag of rocks. Helena reacted without thinking, instinct triggered by anger a bit too forthright, and she lifted her right hand that still held the beer bottle and brought it down with such force it shattered upon impact on Brion’s skull. Brown glass rained down his back and all over her carpet, tiny little droplets of leftover beer trickling through his hair strands and perfuming it with the scent of lime and hops. A flicker of regret traipsed her soul but then he spoke nonchalantly as if a mere flea had nipped him.<br><br><em>That’s right,</em> she reminded herself. <em>He’s like a fucking walking boulder. Beer bottle ain’t going to do -shit- to him. </em><br><br>“Hey! Stop it. What are you-<em>no</em>! Don’t go in there! Don’t go in-<em>Fuck</em>! Stop it! These are my things, put me......put me down or I swear I will-Ughhhh!” Brion carted her around her apartment, opening her closet doors and finding her duffel bag of gear, but right when he was about to grab it he would feel the razor sharp claws of Helena digging into his back. That must have annoyed him because she was ranting with full profanity with no end in sight when the loud, obnoxious clap of his palm smacking her upturned ass on his shoulder interrupted her with a violent gasp. “You did -not- just hit me, you little asshole. You know what?? Take me to this little club of superpeople, let me kick your ass in front of them....embarrass you in front of your little idol- <em>Ha</em>! That’ll show you, you punk....”<br><br>Brion seemed extremely unconcerned with her threats as he resumed gathering her things for her, keeping her thighs banded against his chest with a bit more force than necessary to keep her in place. When the duo reached the door he grabbed the first pair of shoes which just so happened to be a pair of UGS boots before storming out of her apartment and down the hallway.<br><br>Helena grumbled the entire way before she was unceremoniously thrown into the Jeep, the boots thrown into her lap, and her bag tossed in the back seat. Helena’s jaw dropped at Brion’s roughness as the door was slammed shut and she visually followed his path as he walked around to the other side and climbed into the driver’s seat. She looked down at the UGS and sighed.<br><br>“Man, you got me out here looking like the most <em>basic</em> of white girls.....” nonetheless she shoved her bare feet into the calf-high boots and settled in, still in her pajamas with a severe attitude. “Do you at least have snacks??” She asked suddenly. “And where the hell are we going anyway?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 04:45:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>Brion really wasn't the type of man to just start going through a lady's things but Helena was making it hard to think. He was used to her swearing, although he did feel she had become rather creative lately and started mixing things up a lot. It's good to know that she's grown in all the things she enjoyed doing. While it was being directed at him though, it was giving him fuel to keep going on with getting her stuff so she'd have something to wear when she got there.<br><br>There was no point in matching her swear for swear, she was like a gifted professional. He may have been holding her a little more snugly than he should have. He tried to tell himself it was because she was a gymnast and an acrobat and could easily just get out of his hold if she wanted. The more honest side of his brain wasn't dealing with that lie. Wonderful I smell like citrus beer.<br><br>He did feel her razor claws go into his back. They didn't penetrate but were hard to miss. "<strong>Could you not stab me in the back?..if you..</strong>" Forget about it she wasn't listening and sometimes a good spanking was called for. "<strong>I didn't hit you. It was a spanking and I warned you.</strong>" It was a satisfying sound though and he wasn't going to apologize for doing it. He let her rant making sure she had enough things. Boots, she needed some kind of footwear. Grabbing the first pair of boots he saw he headed out to the jeep.<br><br>After depositing her in the front seat and plopping her boots on her lap he kept an eye on her as he made his way to the driver's side. “Man, you got me out here looking like the most basic of white girls.....” He gets in and looks at her. "<strong>How do you figure? There is nothing basic about you. I can press 200 tons and missiles bounce off of me and I'm just holding my own with you. You are white, but you have olive skin.</strong>" <br><br>He snorts when she asks about the snacks. "<strong>We're going to Rhode Island, its a three hour drive. And yes, I have all your favourite snacks and drinks. No more beer bottles over the head please. Not while I'm driving anyways.</strong>" He'd paid attention to her over the years. He had two boxes of everything she liked.<br><br>"<strong>Tell you what, you can even choose what we listen to on the radio.</strong>" he offers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 04:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pinimg.icu/wall/0x0/damian-wayne-C2767b9d9656e0c42184e01ac6264e1e3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Face Mask (https://ph-test-11.slatic.net/p/6/elastic-windproof-soft-polyester-skull-half-face-mask-facemaskheadwear-for-motorcycle-atv-cycling-intl-6182-18999533-60df71a6a5ce434f6c6da67f5ee8b9b0-catalog.jpg_340x340q80.jpg_.webp)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Amazed, bewildered, wary<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Damian realized from the outset that he had made an error in his analysis of the situation. He had assumed Raven would bank on his presence to flee the scene but clearly that was not the case. Instead, much to his annoyance, she was standing her ground!<br><br><em>Huh, she's playing along...</em><br><br>Damian was taken aback. And not in a good way. He suppressed the urge to facepalm himself. A bead of sweat began to trickle down his neck down to his muscled back hardened by tension in the fibers. <br><br>Her acting was just downright ridiculous, making the former Boy Wonder ponder if she was intentionally making things harder for the both of them or if she was just out of it. <br><br>Fortunately, the gangsters seemed to have completely blocked her out, placing the entirety of their attention onto Damian. <br><br><em>That's good. It's just me and you guys. Forget the girl</em> he thought, the hand inside his pocket caressing the cold steel of his Kunai knife.&nbsp; <br><br><em>These guys may be scumbags but they are experienced scumbags</em> Damian realized as their leader deconstructed his leveraging of the Triads. With passive deescalation no longer an option, the young Wayne prepared to initiate violence, his eyes narrowing as he instantly visualized his method of assault. <em>If that girl ain't going to run then she better get ready for stains on her costume</em> <br><br>Then, the whole situation got thrown upside down. <br><br><em>What the hell?</em> Damian instinctively leapt to the side as he witnessed Raven manifest energy from within herself. <br><br>It was not the time to sit and stare though as multiple assailants charged at Damian. <br><br>He pulled out his Kunai and as the first thug swung his weapon, a rather nasty-looking spiked baseball bat, downward, he threw the knife sideways into his exposed kneecap. <br><br>"AAAAARGH!" The man screamed as the tip of the black blade embedded itself within flesh and bone. Lunging forward, Damian jammed his elbow into the thug's neck as he fell then quickly pivoted to parry simultaneous strikes from 2 knife wielding attackers with fast sidekicks, his foot tapping away their wrists.<br><br>In the blink of an eye, a powerful force slammed his back into the grey brick wall behind him. Wincing, Damian found his feet lifted off the floor by arms the size of tree-trunks by a bear-sized black man whose eyes seemed...strange, clearly under the influence of drugs. <br><br>Spittle assailed his face as the big man gnashed his teeth together and tightened his grip, intending to crush the smaller Damian in a bear-hug. But, seconds later, the man's eyes widened as he felt his arms being steadily forced outward.<br><br>Impossi-!"<br><br>The eyes in his pudgy, dark face were rocked all over, his jaw becoming slack from a sharp knee thrust from below. Stumbling backward, his senses were too disoriented to help him avoid a following overhead haymaker, his heavy body collapsing on the spot in a resounding thud.<br><br>"I'm just stronger." Damian casually commented, walking over his fallen opponent while rolling his shoulder and adjoining arm.<br><br><em>I should be careful. These guys are displaying the common symptoms of drug addicts. If I'm not careful then I might kill them</em> <br><br>The remaining 2 attackers he was facing seemed unfazed by the sight of their bigger friend falling so easily at the hands of their masked opponent. Eyes wild and skin pale, they lunged at Damian together, their blades slicing through the air in short arcs toward him. <br><br>Intercepting both their wrists before they had even finished their slashes, Damian tensed his forearms, applying such pressure that the men soon released their weapons, their throats raw from screaming. 1 straight punch for each man ensured their suffering ceased. <br><br>After ensuring their pulses were still there, Damian swiftly turned toward to Raven. <br><br>"Who are you..." he muttered as he walked up to her. He looked at her with a mixture of bewilderment and amazement. There was also a sense of wariness but that was a constant characteristic of his so it really didn't count. <br><br><em>Looks like she ain't just some weird whore...heh, upon closer inspection she is a bit too beautiful for that.</em> Rubbing his neck, Damian began to speculate, <em>In retrospect, her social idiocy and her unconventional attire...taking into account the specific part of town we are in...and acknowledging the existence of mystical phenomena in the world, could it be plausible to assume I am in the company of a supernatural entity? Hm, probably going to have to contact father for this one...</em><br><br>Damian initiated an electromagnetic signal from a tiny transponder hidden in his hoodie. <em>Father or Alfred will have received my call. But, for the time being, it'll be my responsibility to deal with 'her'</em><br><br>Placing a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder, Damian said, "Be sure to not kill them...please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 06:07:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg), and a pair of UGG boots<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Thursday, August 20<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Leaving NYC and hitting the road towards Rhode Island<br><strong>CAR MUSIC:</strong> Dorothy- After Midnight (https://youtu.be/8eOxSddtA6k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce<br><hr><em><strong> “You are white, but you have olive skin.”</strong></em><br><br>Helena turned to Bruin in the driver’s seat, cocked her head slightly to the left and gave him a mildly mocking smile. “Oh, well thank you for clearing that up for me then.” Despite her soiled attitude, she did smirk at his compliment of being able to kick his butt in the ring. She was hesitant to admit it but Batman -had- trained them to emphasize on their natural skills. No, Helena was no superhuman, but when face to face with one she certainly wouldn’t die immediately.<br><br>“I’ll consider it,” was her response when he said for no more beer bottles over his head. “All depends on how you behave.” As they pulled off, she huffed as she took out her phone and plugged it into his auxiliary cord that hooked up to his stereo. “And giving me free choice of music is the -least- you can do for dragging me out of my house in the middle of the night in my underwear.....” Suddenly the voice of her favorite band exploded through his speakers and Helena sang the first verse as she lifted the grocery bag to her lap of offerings Brion had apparently purchased for her:<br><br>Mini Oreos? Check. Honey roasted peanuts? Check. Nerd Candy? Little impressive that he knew that......and <em>actual</em> German Gummy Bears, not that extra chewy, fake shit made here in America. Finally, Helena then took out the Peach Snapple tea and smirked over at him from the passenger seat. “Oh, my sweet Prince, you remembered.” Twisting the bottle cap off, she took a sip and sighed in mild contentment as Brion had actually nailed it. It was strange that he could recall such intimate details about her when they hadn’t been around in quite a long time, but any reason as to why he would do such a thing was utterly and completely lost on her. So she shrugged and opened a bag of Oreos. <br><br>They talked casually and as friends for the next three hours, catching up on what the other had been doing the past year. Helena told Brion about the massive mob hit she had been a part of a few weeks back, and she listened to him tell her of some of the ways he maintained his advanced education, any new hobbies, and his goals for his new mission. It was an incredible enjoyment and it made Helena realize that with Batman completely out of the equation, the two of them got along perfectly. They could be the best of friends, maybe even more given time, but those set of Dark Wings cast a very deep shadow over them that just could not be ignored. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 06:15:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Combat mode: engaged.&nbsp; Also one last bit of racism from the thug leader.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian Wayne, the last of the thugs.<br><br><hr><br>Raven wasn't having any difficulty with her opponents, her magic serving dual roles of defense and attack.&nbsp; The first to reach her after the initial rush was incapacitated found his crowbar being deflected off to the side by a small plane of dark energy before being blasted into the dumpster by said same energy.&nbsp; The second was lifted into the air and flung into the third, the two of them crumpling into a heap by the far wall.&nbsp; The thugs going against her "savior" weren't faring much better from the glimpses she was getting of that part of the fight, either.<br><br>Their leader was starting to sweat, teeth grinding together as his gang was being picked apart by a freak and a filthy chink.&nbsp; He decided to cut his losses, turning to flee down the alley, only for Raven to step out of the wall in front of him.&nbsp; A neat trick, one that had him scream out in fright, much to her secret amusement.&nbsp; As he was lifted into the air by more dark energy the fight came to a close, and he was unceremoniously added to the unconscious pile of goons.&nbsp; Raven let out a little sigh once it was over, her calm exterior belying the nerves and the effect adrenaline was having on her at the moment.<br><br>"My name is Raven," she replied to the helpful stranger's question, getting the sense that he was wary, bewildered, and perhaps a little in awe of her powers.&nbsp; She supposed that was to be expected, given her otherworldly heritage.&nbsp; She kept her eye on the criminals, though she blinked and looked back as she felt the young man's hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; "Don't worry about them.&nbsp; It's against our teachings to kill."&nbsp; They were badly beaten and perhaps a little bloodied, but they'd live, she could sense it.&nbsp; "Thanks for trying to keep things from turning violent."&nbsp; He would find her words even, measured, though not quite monotone and holding a dry edge to them.&nbsp; "I've always been terrible at acting, unfortunately."&nbsp; She decided to gather up the thugs in her magic, a sphere forming around them and lifting them into the air.&nbsp; "Tell me; is there some sort of organization or government office I can bring these idiots to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 06:48:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 2:30AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>It was impressive he got a smirk from her. It even looked genuine. He was prepared to deal with three hours of mocking off and on and no amount of suggesting she nap would have worked. It was good to see her. Helena in her underwear was distracting but he was a trained diplomat, he could deal with being uncomfortable for a few hours. The naive part of him hoped that she sort of missed him a little and wanted to catch up. Being told she would consider not smashing him over the head with beer bottles seemed about as close as she was going to get really.<br><br>Brion looked over as she began to sing along with her music. He was unconsciously tapping his fingers with it on the steering wheel. <br><br>“Oh, my sweet Prince, you remembered.” He glanced at her when she said that. Generally when she called him by his title it meant something scathingly sarcastic was going to happen next or she was actually happy. Happy only happened twice in the years he knew her. Banner day. "<strong>You make a strong impression.</strong>" he answered and left it alone. Him just knowing this without thinking about it was probably not something she'd like to hear about. "<strong>Besides you remind me of the Tasmanian Devil, I figured throwing food at you would stop or at least slow down the whirlwind of doom.</strong>" he teased her.<br><br>It was good to talk to her about just normal every day things like school or going horseback riding. Even the hero stuff was ok as long as he stuck with his personal missions and some of the new tricks he'd learned to do with his powers. "<strong>How about you as Helena? I get that the Huntress has been growing bigger and badder--what about the woman beside me? Any new hobbies? Like you became a ping pong champion or decided you liked going camping? I've been learning to cook.</strong>" he mentions as they miles towards Rhode Island grow shorter. He doubted either of those things happened, he just picked something outrageous to make her laugh.<br><br>Watching the signs made him think that he was going to loose this. This easy going casual banter they had. Batman would be there and her back would go back up and the stones would set in her eyes again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 07:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pinimg.icu/wall/0x0/damian-wayne-C2767b9d9656e0c42184e01ac6264e1e3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Face Mask (https://ph-test-11.slatic.net/p/6/elastic-windproof-soft-polyester-skull-half-face-mask-facemaskheadwear-for-motorcycle-atv-cycling-intl-6182-18999533-60df71a6a5ce434f6c6da67f5ee8b9b0-catalog.jpg_340x340q80.jpg_.webp)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Intrigued, pleased that the suspects he had been looking for have been apprehended, also pleased that he got to meet Raven<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>"You can call me Damian." Damian took his hand off her shoulder and watched as she caused the gangster's unconscious selves to levitate in the air. <em>"Our teachings"? Are there more like her?</em> <br><br>Choosing to delegate the task of investigating Raven to his father, Damian forced a smile, "I didn't do much, to be honest. You pretty much mopped the floor with these idiots." Sheathing his hands into his hoodie, he saw that despite Raven's very much humanlike appearance, she was certainly a mystical foreigner of some kind. <br><br>But he knew she wasn't a bad guy. It was probably more instinct than anything logical, really. Damian suddenly realized that perhaps instead of it being instinct, it was moreso the fact that he was kind of checking her out as an actual killer babe. His cheeks turned red though his facemask covered them up from Raven. He quickly continued speaking.<br><br>"The GCPD should be on their way here. They'll bring more than enough manpower to arrest all these guys, you don't have to worry about it." Damian stopped, remembering Raven was a foreigner. "By GCP I mean this world's law enforcement. I think it's best if you don't just fly over to police station and dump these guys there. Besides freaking all of Gotham out, there are also procedures that have to be followed. Laws. Crime scene. Evidence. Just generally boring stuff in order for the government to give these guys prison sentences."<br><br>Jabbing a thumb in the direction of his car, Damian said, "I have plasticuffs back in my car." He followed this up with a mime of handcuffing a person. "I'll lock their hands and feet together so when the co-, law enforcers get here, they'll just pick these guys up. Keep the scumbags gathered together, maybe place them together on the ground, it'll make the cuffing process quicker for me." <br><br>Before he headed off, Damian told Raven, "Also, Raven, I have someone coming to meet you. He'll be wearing a big black Bat costume and probably look scarier and meaner than these thugs by a longshot. When he comes to speak to you, don't be intimidated. He'll be here to help you. Call him the Batman." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 08:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 15th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gotham Alleyways<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cooling down and conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian Wayne, the last of the thugs.<br><br><hr><br>Raven gave a slight nod in recognition of Damian's name, getting ready to cart off the thugs to wherever he specified.&nbsp; Yes, he was definitely impressed by her work, but he hadn't exactly done nothing during the fight.&nbsp; From what she had seen he was a fully capable warrior in his own right, though the way he talked about this "GCPD" suggested he wasn't affiliated with them.&nbsp; So they would come to collect these criminals and punish them by their laws.&nbsp; Interesting.<br><br>"Oh, I see," she remarked, unceremoniously dumping the beaten gangsters back into a pile once she had the general idea of what would happen to them.&nbsp; Law enforcement wasn't really a thing on Azarath, but her studies of Earth, limited as they were, gave her a very rough understanding of what it was.&nbsp; Nations had laws that were upheld by state employed soldiers and criminals were punished under said laws.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; I'll keep them here while you get your... plasticuffs."&nbsp; What an odd name for restraints.&nbsp; "Bat costume?"&nbsp; An airborne mammal of Earth that fed on fruits and insects.&nbsp; Why would someone wear a costume of one?&nbsp; She almost scoffed at the idea of finding someone like that intimidating.&nbsp; "I'll be fine."&nbsp; Though his name was strange.&nbsp; Damian's was similar enough to her mother's old name that it made sense, but really?&nbsp; Batman?&nbsp; "Here for ten minutes and Earth is already strange."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 14:24:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg), and a pair of UGG boots<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very, very early morning, about 2:30AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the road towards Rhode Island<br><strong>CAR MUSIC:</strong> Dorothy- Woman (https://youtu.be/zfeNnrREB9c)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce<br><hr> “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-<em>douche</em>.” Helena said the last word under her breath as she sarcastically laughed when he compared her to a little cartoonish whirlwind of doom that could only be brought to heel by a bag full of grocery store candy and snacks.<br><br>Irritating part was he was actually right, a fact that she mildly proved by popping another Oreo into her mouth and chewing while her shoulders mildly shimmied to the female rock music she chose. Brion spoke to continue their conversation, and Helena couldn’t help but wonder in the back of her mind if he was trying to distract her or if he was genuinely interested. Marking the difference between her and Huntress was an interesting start, and stepped in the direction of genuine interest, but that didn’t make sense to her. To her, Helena was the boring side that no one cared about. She taught classes as a teacher at a public school down the street to pay bills, she painted terrible, terrible artwork in her spare time, liked everything from punk rock to Celtic music, and secretly loved reading those sweetly romantic, pastel-cover, beach novels of two awkward people finding true love with each other. <br><br>Romance was not something common with Helena. She didn’t understand the nuances necessary to be artistic about it, and New York men demanded such dedication. Yes, she may be beautiful, and quite capable to beating large gangsters to a blooded pulp in her spare time, but when it came to being seductive the extent of her knowledge was “hey, I like you, let’s do this”, and apparently the City Men disapproved of such forward statements. There was a game that needed to be played and.....Helena hated all the bull shitting around.<br><br>So she spent her lazy nights alone with her Chinese take out with either tv or a smutty book, but there was no way in hell she was going to confess her patheticness to Brion outright. The man apparently thought she was “cool” as an ordinary person. And it felt good. <br><br>She laughed at his suggestions. “You know....never been camping? Although I’d love to try, especially if it was on a beach. Something about sleeping and waking up to the sound of waves crashing—<em>yes</em>!” She seemed genuinely excited at the prospect, but when the hell would any of them have time for such a thing? In their line of work, one rarely had any time for themselves. “I recently got into swimming, there’s a rooftop pool at the apartment complex. Sometimes I tan naked up there, which is awesome. Just bar the door so no one can get up there, but with all the skyscrapers around sometimes it causes a problem. Pretty sure I saw a guy with binoculars the other day in an office building but,” Helena shrugged as she took a sip of her tea. “Not my goddamn problem if he gets distracted at work. Let’s see, what else....been hitting Bo Staff training pretty hard, so hard I broke a toe last year, so there’s that. I’ve tried painting but am utterly terrible at it,” she laughed, the tender sound almost foreign coming from her. “Oh, and I realized I’m a cat person. So yes, I’ll probably turn into that old cat lady you see in shows and read in books.”<br><br>At his mention of cooking, Helena turned towards him with her brows raised. “Yeah?” She asked, a hint of mischief in her tone. “You going to cook me some eggs when we get there? <em>I</em> personally think you should. You focusing on Markovian dishes? Or just how not to burn the chicken?” Cooking was something Helena enjoyed but, once again, had no time for. Being Italian and spending a few years in Sicily, she knew all about the importance of taking one’s time and using the freshest, grown items in dishes. There was certainly a difference in taste when one was cooking as a job, and when one was cooking as an act of love.<br><br>“So more about you.” She changed the gears of the conversation back on him. “Have you visited home recently? Is your brother doing alright? I remember you saying how you liked to travel—been able to do any of that lately? Explore the world? Meet a new babe in every port before leaving their broken hearts behind?” She giggled lightly before moving onto the gummy bears. She opened the bag and shook out a handful. Helena then picked out the three pineapple flavored clear gummies and handed them over to Brion. “Here.” She really wasn’t giving him an option. “You know I don’t like the pineapple ones, why the fuck the Germans thought <em>pineapple</em> was an acceptable flavor for candy, I’ll never know....”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 20:40:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 2:30AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>He was rather surprised that she didn't turn one of her oreo's into a shuriken and throw it at him, then again she really loved those mini oreos. Watching her face as he asked her about the Helena side of things came as a real surprise to her, sort of like 'who would ever want to know about her?' level of surprise. Brion had watched her and Batman and a number of superheroes who considered their crime-fighting as the defining part of their entire characters. He even got into a debate about it with Bruce who dared him to prove the difference. 'Batman is what you can do. Bruce Wayne is who you are. Batman stops the Joker after a few nights of building blowing up and robbery, Bruce Wayne helps millions of people with both charity and the creations that Wayne Enterprises makes. Even Batman needs Bruce Wayne to function but Bruce Wayne would probably have a happy life without Batman' It was the first time Bruce was speechless. Alfred tried not to smile, Batman would sense it.<br><br>Same went for Helena. When he walked in she was watching the Bachlorette, most likely yelling at the woman for being dumb and making the wrong choices. She used to do that when training got too hard and a shoulder needed some ice or her foot needed to be elevated. He nodded to camping. "<strong>Camping is fun.</strong>" he agreed. "<strong>I think I know a place like that...with the beaches and everything. Been trying to practice with my powers in non-life or death situations. So I fly places to extend my range and speed. Discovered Great Abaco Island off of Florida. White sand, rolling waves, just you, some seagulls and a fire. I could take you. It's about an hour flight from Miami. I've discovered its very important to just take a break, even a few days, for yourself.</strong>" <br><br>She had to say tan naked didn't she. How was he not supposed to picture that in his head now? He had to keep the steering wheel steady and not kill them. "<strong>Swimming is always fun. Beach camping allows for that too.</strong>" he nods. He turns when she mentions painting. <strong>"Really? I'd love to see what you've painted. What kind of things have you painted?</strong>" Helena overdoing it on weapons training was pretty standard so he asked about the new thing in her life that he didn't know about. "<strong>You have a nice laugh, it should come out more often.</strong>" he mentioned. "<strong>Who doesn't like cats? And I'm having a hard time seeing you as old.</strong>"<br><br>He raised an eyebrow when she said she wanted him to cook for her. "<strong>You want me to cook for you?</strong>" he asked licking his lips, its not like he hadn't thought of doing this a thousand times. "<strong>Eggs...I think I can do eggs Benedict for you. Least I could do.</strong>" he nods. "<strong>Uhm...I started there. I've sort of branched out to Mediterranean cooking. I figure if I wanted American meals, I can order out.</strong>" he says and then playfully swats her teasing. "<strong>I'm a little past 'not burning chicken' I got chicken sovlaki and chicken Parmesan down.</strong>" he says with a smile.<br><br>He wonders where this is going when she says more about him. "<strong>I can't visit home. If I want to see my brother, I need to go in disguise to a city when he's on a diplomatic mission and have lunch with him in some horrible hotel room in the worst side of town.</strong>" he answers not letting that get him down. "<strong>I have traveled as part of my wanting to learn to cook. Went to Sicily and learned from authentic Italian grandmothers how to make traditional dishes. I don't like chef's they are a little too snooty for me.</strong>" he chuckles at her idea of him meeting new babes in every port. "<strong>UHm..no. I've made no real time for the breaking of women's hearts. It's hard to find anyone you can be honest with. Who wants to start a relationship with a lot of front loaded lies? It can't possibly last or go well. Besides, I'd like to get to know a person and romance them, I'm not really mentally built for a girl in every port.</strong>" <br><br>He looked at the gummy bears she was giving him. "<strong>...yeah...those crazy Germans..</strong>" he said and just shoved them in his mouth. He wasn't a fan of wasting food, that and she gave them to him. "<strong>I guess I'll be eating those when you come across them.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 21:47:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg), and a pair of UGG boots<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Almost 3:00AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the road towards Rhode Island<br><strong>CAR MUSIC:</strong> Dorothy- Whiskey Fever (https://youtu.be/pYDThNDu7z8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce<br><hr> “Um........<em>yes please</em>.” She said the obvious answer when he offered to take her somewhere exotic and private to experience her first camping trip. “If you can find a way to get us there, I would be totally down.” The romantic aspect of such a trip was entirely missed on her as it wasn’t quite a realistic trip to actually take. She doubted they would ever be able to go for a “vacation” once they reached their current destination. A shame, really.....she would have enjoyed that.<br><br>“Oh, just some flowers, think I tried to paint some mountains once.....eh, I’d be too embarrassed to show anyone. Just a pastime I tried and realized I have no talent for.” When he mentioned he had been to Sicily, Helena perked up at the name of her hometown. “I’m sorry about your brother, but hopefully that trip helped you. Isn’t Sicily beautiful? It was such a healing place for me after-“ the woman cut suddenly to silence, remembering <em>why</em> she had gone. The murder of her parents and entire family was still something that haunted her. Killing the entire mob that sent the hit had thought to have been a formula to heal, but instead it had left her feeling very emotionally hollow inside. She finished vaguely. “.....after <em>the incident.</em>”<br><br>Thank goodness the conversation kept going.<br><br>She nodded when he spoke of the hardships of romantic dating relationships in their world. It made sense. She doubted any woman would enjoy awakening to him halfway in his suit saying he needed to run off and defend the city, and very few men -didn’t- mind the fact that their girlfriend could kick their asses literally blindfolded. No, they were in a league on their own, and she agreed with him on that front. “Well.....maybe some beautiful super blonde will fall head over heels for you when we arrive, or Batman’s long lost daughter from a fling 20 years ago across a Secretary's desk will show up and then you guys could become literal family.” When he grumbled about eating the stupidly flavored pineapple gummies, Helena nodded with cheeks full of strawberry flavored gelatin. “Hell yeah you are.”<br><br>After this particular swallow, she yawned mightily in a fist. If she had been ready for bed when he showed up, she was definitely ready for it three hours later. They began to see signs for a place called Happy Harbor, and she remained silent for a few minutes before turning to him with narrowed eyes. “So what exactly do you hope to achieve by coming here? You really think we can make a difference? Like....a serious one? Do we even know anyone else coming?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 23:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 3:00AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At Happy Harbour<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>He watched her react to taking her camping. His heart skipped a beat before he realized she thought of it as a great idea that was never actually going to happen. He put away any fantasies of sharing a sleeping bag but refused to give up on the idea. There was some real joy and enthusiasm behind her reaction. Bringing a little joy to her life and letting her unwind while getting to spend time with her was better than nothing. "<strong>I'm going to suggest mandatory down time. There will always be heroes 'on call' but every four months we get five days off.</strong>" he decides. There were plenty of studies about this with people how had regular nine to five jobs. Superheroes were almost always 'on'. It lead to a lot of depression and isolating yourself.<br><br>He listened about her paintings. "<strong>I'd still like to see them. I promise that I'd never make fun of that. Other parts of you are always on the table. And if its just something you've started--give yourself some time. Talent can be developed--kind of like that scissor kick take down you struggled with for ...three whole days or something.</strong>" He called it her Street Fighter Cammy take-down because it looked like that. <br><br>He nodded about seeing his brother. "<strong>Eating soggy McDonald's fries covered in what they referred to as 'poutine sauce' which was just liquidy gravy as he bounced ideas off of me for what initiatives he should take up next to be part of the EU--I wouldn't trade that time for anything.</strong>" he agreed with her. "<strong>Sicily is indeed a beautiful place, I really loved it there, I even started learning the language, I just need to keep using it so Valentina and the other granny's stop cackling so hard every time I say something.</strong>" he says and watches her go through the dull pain of losing her family. He wanted to reach out to her and just hug her close. She wasn't ready for that yet.<br><br>He throws back his head and laughs. "<strong>Beautiful super blonde...wow...how American. Markovia has common Romanian ancestors. Our women tend to be dark haired with the occasional redhead. That is what I find attractive in a woman.</strong>" he listens to the rest of it. "<strong>Batman's long lost daughter. Yeah...I'm only the Prince of a country. What makes you think I'd be good enough for his daughter? Just imagine 'the talk' coming from him?</strong>" he takes a second to do his best deep gravely Batman impersonation "<strong>I've already planned how to kill you in my mind in seventy three different ways. The first fifty eight are instantaneously lethal. The next twelve stop your heart, the rest are painful for hours before you die. Show her a good time--but not too good. I'll know!</strong>"<br><br>He goes back to speaking like himself and accepting more gummy worms. <br><br>"So what exactly do you hope to achieve by coming here? You really think we can make a difference? Like....a serious one? Do we even know anyone else coming?” The traffic is non existent in Happy Harbor. He makes his way to the base as he considers his answer. "<strong>The threats over the last decade have been escalating. From thugs with a motif, to powered villains, to nations being accused of trafficking supers to combat the US threat because so many of us are here. Now there are aliens who are dropping in more and more.</strong>" he lays out the ground work.<br><br>"<strong>I think the Justice League are going to have to start dealing with interstellar threats both here and out in space. Someone needs to step into their shoes here on Earth. Someone needs to answer that call. I think that needs to be us. And yes, I think we will be making all the difference in the world honestly.</strong>" he says. When they get to the keypad he puts in his code and the gate opens for them allowing them entry into Mount Justice. "<strong>My friend Firestorm is coming. Damien may be showing up. I know he got an invitation. A lot of invites went out to younger heroes and some established ones too.</strong>" <strong>Greetings Geoforce. Greetings Huntress.</strong> the computer says after scanning them upon their entrance. Brion just nods at the glowy voice box. <br><br>He grabs all of her things from the back. "<strong>You still want those eggs or wait til morning?</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 04:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg), and a pair of UGG boots<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Almost 3:00AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Finally arriving at Mount Justice<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce, <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Redbird &amp; Batman<br><hr> Helena rolled her eyes at the information that Damian Wayne would possibly be there as well. “Of <em>course</em> he will be.....” that man was another one she barely recognized without the Batman’s dick down his throat, the fact that it was his father not relevant at all. <br><br><strong>“Greetings Geoforce. Greetings Huntress.”</strong><br><br>Okay, <em>that</em> was a little impressive as the massive entryway let them into what appeared to be a trophy room. Helena had her gear bag slung over her shoulders, her hair still up in a messy bun as she raised her chin to observe what surrounded her. “Wonder how many pesos this sent Wayne back.” She muttered as the place was clearly impressive, but she had a very clear chip on her shoulder with anything concerning the man.<br><br><em><strong>“You still want those eggs or wait til morning?"</strong></em> Helena smiled back at Brion as he caught up with her on the steps leading to the upper levels. “Let’s say you owe me breakfast. It’s too fucking late and in the darkness this place is giving me the creeps.” As they passed the dark hallways, rooms, and entryways, Helena made a point to map out as much as she could so come morning she wasn’t entirely lost. “Let’s just find a room and crash. You said there’s a meeting called that’ll be held tomorrow? Or, I guess technically later today?” She yawned again, covering it behind a lazy palm. “<em>God</em>, I hope it’s not before noon. I will -not- be able to make it if it’s before noon....”<br><br>They walked across an impressive gymnasium, up a few flight of steps until a section opened up that looked to lead to comfortable quarters. Down the dimly lit hallway were many, many doors, all secured and assumed to be locked tight to protect the sleeping mystery people who slumbered behind them. “Which one do you think is Batman’s door?” She whispered very, very quietly and playfully back to Brion. “One of these nights we should prank him. Put his hand in a bowl of warm water, or.....or fill his athletic cup with water and throw it in the freezer.” Helena snickered before shushing Brion as if he were the one making all the noise. She then scurried behind him and shoved him forward down the hall as if they were high school pranksters before they reached an open door and quickly got inside. Once she followed him in, she closed the door and locked it, the bolts sliding into place as a few dim lights flickered on. <br><br>It was of simple design inside, like an upscale military room, perfectly angled and neat. Two full beds were on opposite sides of the room with a door in between that she assumed led to the bathroom. Helena tossed her bag on the floor at the foot of her chosen one and proceeded to jump forward, landing on her belly on the bouncing mattress and hugged the pillow to her right cheek with both arms. “Mmmmm, I’m comfortable now....”<br><br>Helena laid on top of the sheets, boots still on her feet, and although she didn’t mean to the woman feel instantly to sleep the moment she finished the sentence. Brion would be able to tell by her still movements, utter silence, and sudden deep breathing. Her long dark lashes fanned her olive cheeks and her lips were softly parted as she inhaled and exhaled in her slumber, her left leg slightly bent at the knee while both arms remained around the pillow in a tight embrace. Her conscious was deeply asleep, but her subconscious was mildly aware of her shoes being removed and the covers being pulled back to cover her. Helena smiled softly in her sleep as he tucked her in, the grin held for a few seconds before vanishing, and when Brion stepped away from her, her left hand rose to brush along his hip in silent thanks even as she never technically woke up to remember doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 08:30:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late evening, about 3:00AM EST<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At Happy Harbour<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation/Humour<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>“Wonder how many pesos this sent Wayne back.” Brion snorted. "<strong>Going with millions and millions. And probably the work of a few people with powers.</strong>" he answered as they moved through the complex to head for the dormitories or at least what he hoped were dormitories. <br><br>“Let’s say you owe me breakfast. It’s too fucking late and in the darkness this place is giving me the creeps.” She said that with a smile. Maybe she was forgiving him for abducting her in her sleeping clothes? "<strong>I will cook you breakfast whenever you desire it. I'm a man of my word.</strong>" he says looking at the backs of her legs as they kept walking about. She was probably memorizing the layout of the place and working out best strategies to attack and defend from. Ok so was he, but she really had very nice and long legs.<br><br>"Let’s just find a room and crash. You said there’s a meeting called that’ll be held tomorrow? Or, I guess technically later today?” She yawned again, covering it behind a lazy palm. “God, I hope it’s not before noon. I will -not- be able to make it if it’s before noon....” Brion shakes his head, he could have just agreed it was not before noon. "<strong>It's for noon exactly but that is like the earliest anyone will come.</strong>" <br><br>“Which one do you think is Batman’s door?” She whispered very, very quietly and playfully back to Brion. “One of these nights we should prank him. Put his hand in a bowl of warm water, or.....or fill his athletic cup with water and throw it in the freezer.” Brion couldn't help but laugh at that. "<strong>I do remember a lot of object lessons on paying attention to your surroundings.</strong>" he said with a sage nod. "<strong>Very well. It's on. Project Frozen Bat Cup.</strong>" <br><br>She shushed him after she was making all of the noise, he was considering that when she just shoved him. Was this her playful side? He couldn't help but get roped into that. He found her a room but then she locked the door behind them. Ok, he found them a room. She just literally dived into bed as is, boots and all. <br><br>Maybe she wasn't being playful, maybe it was a combination of being kept up way past the time she had set herself to go to sleep and giving her a thousand pounds of sugar. Now she was just crashing. “Mmmmm, I’m comfortable now....” and completely out cold. He smiled looking down at her. This had been a fun night; one he'd remember. Slowly taking her boots off and pulling the covers over her so she slept comfortably happened without a thought. He felt her hand on his hip for a second. Maybe she wanted some water? Helena looked so peaceful in her sleep. Was that a smile?<br><br>Shaking that off he stripped down to his underwear and took the other bed then turned off the lights. His phone alarm was already set for 11. It should give them plenty of time to shower and get ready. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 15:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Helena: Huntress<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One of the Bedrooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dreams, frustrations, and apologies<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Geoforce <br><hr><em>~”Remember: A hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat on a young boy’s shoulders to let him know the world hasn’t ended.”<br><br>Brion had nodded as if that had completely made sense. Standing next to Helena in the sparring ring, he had just landed a mighty blow upon her bare back with the bo staff, the sweat on her skin making the strike sting all the more. She could already feel an immense welt forming.<br><br>Bruce Wayne always gave some sort of ridiculous advice between each match, somehow trying to make a lesson out of one of their failures to make them feel better. This was stupid. Helena was still reeling from witnessing her family’s murder, the flight from Sicily to here, meeting the man of Wayne Enterprises through connections her uncle had, and training under, who she thought, was the greatest man of vigilante justice. Except he wasn’t. He was a big fortune cookie wrapped in a dark suit, hiding massive injuries because he couldn’t finish the job. Helena needed blood, fear, solutions. And she felt like she was wasting her time here. Her family’s killer was still out there, eating, drinking, enjoying life. She had spent almost a year here under the tutelage of Batman, and yet her hot-headedness told her she had learned all she needed.<br><br>“That doesn’t make any sense!” Barked young Helena in frustration. “I’ve been there, at the brink of emotional collapse. A fucking blanket or a coat doesn’t help, Justice does. Cruel justice. Death can only be answered with death.”<br><br>Brion had looked as though he was going to interject but Bruce held his hand up for his silence. He then looked at Helena with one of the most heartbreaking looks, as if she had somehow disappointed him.<br><br>“Helena, if you kill a killer, the number of killers in the room just remains the same.”<br><br>“No, it doesn’t.” She rebutted. “It goes from two to one. By -any- of the world’s standards I just halved the amount. The difference is I’m not killing innocents, -they- are. Who knows how many lives I’m saving.”<br><br>Wayne sighed. “Or will be taking.”<br><br>It wasn’t a lesson she understood, or learned that day. And in moments she and Brion were back in the ring together, facing off, her anger putting her over the edge. Perhaps her opponent was distracted, or maybe she really was that much better than him in the art, regardless Helena had been merciless in her forward strikes, forcing Brion to do a series of backpeddling blocks. Cross, sweep, spin, thrust, the clashing of their staffs loud as sweat covered their forms until Brion moved just a touch too slow and Helena came up with a powerful upward sweep that connected under his chin. The force knocked his head back as wood impacted with hard bone, and he stepped out of the circle with one foot, holding his jaw.<br><br>Helena didn’t look triumphant, but rather had a sour look on her face. Dropping the staff to the floor with a loud clatter, she looked to glare at Wayne for a few moments before turning to leave the gym, and them both, forever.~</em><br><br>Zzzzzzz-zzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzz<br><br>Helena growled at the sound of Brion’s alarm going off, and taking her pillow she threw it at him from across the room in frustration. “Turn that shit off.” She demanded, falling back down and now realizing she had to get up to retrieve her thrown pillow back. The woman kicked off the covers, stomped over, grabbed it back, and then promptly returned to bed as if they didn’t actually have a meeting to get to. She was still exhausted, and the dream of their last interaction a few years back hadn’t quite let her get the rest she needed.<br><br>She suddenly pipped up from her bed, lifting her head up to look at him from across the valley of both of their beds. Her cheek rested in her palm as her bent elbow held her up. “I realize now that I never apologized for the way I left you. My issue was with Batman, it wasn’t <em>really</em> with you other than thinking you always took his side. But we were friends, so you didn’t deserve me cutting you out of my life like that.”<br><br>Falling back to her pillow, she yanked the covers up to her neck and resettled in as if to go bad to sleep, the intimate moment over as quickly as it began. “You take your shower first....I promise I’ll get up then....”<br><br>It was said in such a way as if she were stalling for more sleep, which is exactly what she was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 18:57:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1c/39/0c/1c390c21c4b6d1f8d914356a273fa92e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As picture<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, August 21<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Brunchish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At Happy Harbour<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Waking up<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Huntress<br><br><hr><br>The alarm seem to have a new feature, growling and pillow attacks. No...wait...that was the Tasmanian She Devil in the bed next to him. “Turn that shit off.”&nbsp; Yup, the not safe for children version of that cartoon. He turned off the alarm as he heard her pad over and snatch her pillow back. Some people got put off by her colourful language, it wouldn't really be Helena without it.<br><br>It sounded like she was settling again. They had an hour a little extra snoozing wouldn't be so bad. “I realize now that I never apologized for the way I left you. My issue was with Batman, it wasn’t really with you other than thinking you always took his side. But we were friends, so you didn’t deserve me cutting you out of my life like that.” Those were not words he had expected to hear from her. Not at this time in the morning or really ever. <br><br>He'd just lost his parents too due to a military coup. He wanted to tell her that when they were training, he figured they could be there for each other and not suffering alone. Batman shook his head and took him aside. He was worried that putting that much extra pressure on her would have pushed her over some edge. Brion just nodded at the time, it would have been selfish of him to add to her worries or sense of pain. "<strong>Thank you Helena.</strong>" Apologies weren't easy for her, this was a big deal. "<strong>We're back in each other's lives now.</strong>" And then she was asleep again.<br><br>“You take your shower first....I promise I’ll get up then....” Brion looked over at her dubiously. She didn't have that 'five more minutes' look of sleep, she had that maybe another three hour nap would be good sort of body languages going on. "<strong>Indeed, I'll shower first.</strong>" he agrees getting up from the comfortable bed. He reaches out and rubs her calf. "<strong>I'm glad you're here.</strong>" he says and heads out for a leisurely hot shower glad to not be smelling of beer anymore. It didn't take Batman to figure out she was stalling for more sleep so he decides to shave as well. <br><br>Walking around in his towel he figures he can entice her awake with some coffee so he goes down to brew some before everyone starts showing up. Returning to their room he clears his throat watching her sleep. Nothing. Putting the coffees down he shakes her shoulder. "<strong>Hey, She Devil. It's time.</strong>" he says watching her roll over. "<strong>Fine, I have to get dressed anyway. No peaking. I did bring you coffee just like you like it.</strong>" he let her know putting her large mug beside the bedside table.<br><br>He finds his suit then slips out of the towel to get dressed with his back to her. It wasn't like he was body shy or even viewed nudity as wrong. You just shouldn't surprise someone with it. When he turned back it seemed like she managed to sip some coffee but still be asleep when he looked at her. <br><br>"<strong>We both know that there is one threat that will work with you. And before you tell me you want a snooze, its been more then ten snoozes.</strong>" She looked over at him through cracked eyes. "You wouldn't." He looks down at her. "<strong>Yes, over the shoulder and down the stairs.</strong>" <br><br>“alright alright let’s go!” she said flinging the sheets off seeing that she wasn't going to get any more sleep with him standing there.<br><br>“<strong>Get dressed first</strong>” he implores her.<br><br>“No no! You want me to go, so fuck it. MOVE” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 22:36:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/99/08/d49908be2037d5a32abb0ef1f172a7b1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed, Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It was now Saturday, and had been for a few hours, but Virgil was enjoying himself at the "Happy Hour", a bar that took full advantage of the location name, and was one of the main hot spots for the younger crowd in Happy Harbor. Twenty-One and up of course. He'd been here all night, as there weren't any missions, he was ahead of his workload back at the labs by nearly two whole weeks, and he didn't have any inspired projects back home to keep him cooped up in his lab in Mt. Justice. And despite just how busy Virgil seemed to stay, he was a firm believer of all work, no play make's you a dull boy. <br><br>So when he had a chance to cut loose, he did. Just like now when he was on his...fourth shot and whatever else he'd been drinking that night. At the moment, he had a small crowd drawn around him, as he'd taken a page from Zach's book and was doing some "magic", although Virgil's was far more scientific than mystical. Magnetism making coins on a table do tricks as he ran his hand underneath. Using the strip to swipe someones credit card from their wallet from across the room. No matter what he did though, the crowd was lovin' it, and he figured he could probably make decent money at this if he wasn't already paid extremely well by S.T.A.R. . But it was still fun, no doubt about that. <br><br>"Okay, okay, okay. Next trick. Uhhhhh. Oooh, I got it. Who in here <em>can't</em> dance? Like, if you get on the dancefloor, people who genuinely care about you will make sure you get right back off?" No one liked to admit they couldn't dance, but a heavier set guy had the courage to shoot his hand up, so Virgil pointed to him and called him forward. "One brave volunteer, here we go. Watch out though ladies. When I'm done, this man is gonna blow your mind." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some ferrous shavings(he always kept them just in case he needed to get creative), then blew on them in his hand and sprinkled them on the man's shoes.<br><br>&nbsp;After that he sprinkled some on his hands and legs, then rubbed it all in. "DJ, drop a beat!" The bartender nodded, reaching down to his phone and picking a song that started to boom through the speakers. "Come on, dude. Get loose," Virgil told his assistant, so the chubby man started nodding, bobbing his head, trying to get into the groove. But it was obvious he didn't think he could do anything. That was, until Virgil stepped back and reached out. He grabbed hold of all the metal on his body, as well as the extra shavings, and then Virgil went to work. <br><br>He found the beat and twisted his fingers like a puppeteer, making the man bust a <em>fucking</em> move (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDbI1HRi0Bc) like no one had ever seen him before. When the song was over, he was standing there, sweating, and looking around confused at the moves his body had just made without his permission. "HOLY SHIT! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE ME DO THAT FLIP?! OH MY GOD THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY!!!" The chubby guy seemed to be Virgil's new biggest fan and started clapping loudly before walking over and wrapping him in a hug.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't crush me, dude. It's just magic," Virgil wheezed out as he patted his back. The crowd was loving it, and he was loving the crowd, but then his pocket started to buzz and an annoying alarm klaxon went off in his ear piece. Grabbing his phone, he read the alert, and it said a large group of men were in a government only area of the docks, and seemed to be unloading all sorts of equipment and weapons. He was the closest, so his communicator had gotten priority. It seemed there was no rest for the wicked. "Alright folks, somethin' has come up and I've gotta go. But I'll be back tomorrow night. And if anyone can figure out one of my tricks...rounds on me!" <br><br>The crowd whooped him out the building, and when he turned the corner, he took off at a full sprint. When he was sure no one was around, he pulled out a small phial that held his uniform. He opened it and the fabric shot out as a tiny shape that rapidly expanded to it's actual size. He grabbed it in his electrical field and opened it up while he ran. By this point he was a master at dressing on the go, and in moments he was fully suited up and flying into the air on his saucer. <br><br>----------A Few Minutes Later------------<br><br>The docks anywhere was a maze of buildings, shipping containers, boats, and vehicles. But if you had a map, it was as easy to navigate as...well any area you had a map for. Good thing for Virgil his goggles could instantly bring up info like layouts and things on his HUD. So it didn't take him long to find the chunk of the dockyard with a bunch of red x's scattered all over it. It just <em>screamed</em> Federal, so that was the only place he headed. <br><br>One of the biggest warehouses, painted pitch black with a big #51 on it's side was their taget, and several trucks were parked out front in various states of being loaded up. Static being the sneaky sneak that he was, flew in high, coming down silently and magnetizing himself to the roof so he could look down through the skylight. <br><br>At first glance he saw over a dozen men, all armed with pistols, rifles, etc... None of that was an issue for him, but to play it safe, he tagged everyone in sight so he'd know their movement patterns before he decided to go in. He only needed to find the leader. Take him out first, and then follow up with his boys and they'd go down like stereotypical movie bad guys. This wouldn't be a bad bust for his first solo gig in Happy Harbor <em>and</em> as part of Young Justice.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 03:36:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> See the picture? That's how it starts.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> From midnight-on<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Small dance studio-gym-docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pissed off light skin: some dancing, some weight lifting, some zapping out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> 16 Shots (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5TIDDx57-0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Baby, tink yuh bad, say ya badder than she<br>If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat<br>Rap on, pop off, make ya move like freak<br>They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy<br></div><br>The mirror showed the way her arms moved, the flex in her abs as she positioned herself once more to get the proper belly roll. The downbeat, the sheer griminess of the song's narrative, forced her to pay attention, pulled a frown of concentration across what could have been considered pretty features. Long hair dripped across her face, wet with sweat and sticking to copper skin in such a way as to invite an eye if there had been any there to see it.<br><br>There wasn't. There never was.<br><br>The music picked up, encouraged a sway from left to right before her foot stomped down, and slender hands rose coasting over the flat expanse of her belly and then up to remove the hair from her face, tossing it back with impunity. There were rivulets of perspiration across her brow, along the centerline of her chest, at the waistband of her pants. However, she'd been dancing for well over an hour, trying to burn off the reserves of anger she still felt: at her father, at the pretty-faced fucker, at herself.<br><br>Especially herself.<br><br>As soon as the song ended, she grabbed her bag and trotted out into the cool night. The gym would be her next stop, a small all-nighter of a place that only serious fitness people knew about, and of those, only a few attended as it was no more than a hole in the wall. She had stumbled across it the day before, quite by accident, after the "meeting" had broken up. She had hated it, had loathed the idea that though she had been invited, the chocolate boy wonder had been ENDORSED by her friggin' father.<br><br>Endorsed.<br><br>Sure, she'd been enthralled with the idea, at first. To get out from beneath her father's gaze, to get into the world and help those who could not help themselves in an even bigger way than she had been doing? Yes. It had been an awesome opportunity but Mister <em>"My pretty smile hides the fact that I am an asshole!"</em> Hawkins ruined her joy just by being there. She knew it wasn't true, intellectually. The boy was smart, brilliant actually, and would be an asset to any team he was placed on. That did not matter though. In her heart, he had taken the training she should have received at her father's hands...and had been absolutely amazing at it.<br><br>Fucker.<br><br>It was during her cool down that her communicator announced it's presence. With nary a thought, she scurried to the large bathroom and hopped into the quickest rinse off in history before slipping into a pair of fatigues, a gray tee, and combat boots. Work out gear was shoved into her bag and less than three minutes later, she was gone. After throwing the gym bag into the back of her car, the young woman found an out of the way alley. With no thought beyond getting where she needed to be, Jen pressed a hand to the base of a flickering light pole. An abrupt sensation; a pulling of in and down, shorted out that light and (oddly enough) the one next to it as well. <br><br>Then, she was gone.<br><br><div align="center">A Few Minutes Later</div><br>She arrived from the west and it took a moment for her to regulate both the speed of her descent and the glow her electrical manipulation caused. Sure, she could have opted for a uniform, something yellow and black, form-fitting, built with alien whatever the hell but why? She was just gonna look like curvy lightning before all was said and done! No point in doing more than donning a mask and keeping her hair bunned up.<br><br>The strength of the electrical field emanating from one rather large building drew her attention and almost immediately she headed there, staying up high enough to not be noticed. Unlike most of those who dealt with tech, Jen didn't. As a rule, the things she had trained for were small and intimate. This...this was big and for once, she wished she wasn't alone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 07:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.papichuloradio.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Lewis-Tan.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> New Robin Super Suit (https://66.media.tumblr.com/42ecf925d5bc642b1015a9fc276300b8/tumblr_nxvcp8Vtu51tnt8s9o7_1280.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 18th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Seattle Docklands <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ninja<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Calvin - CLOSED<br><br><hr><br>His cape fluttered gently under the pervasive gaze of the bright moon. Jetblack hair retaining their characteristic sharpness that he so adored, Damian felt more comfortable than ever in the new suit he was donning for the night. Perched upon the branch of a large tree, hidden from view by the darkness of the forest he was in, the bird of prey stalked the prey below him. <br><br>Earlier in the day, he'd been privy to an unexpected visit by Tim Drake aka. Red Robin. Damian held much more than respect for the guy. Tim's intelligence and capability to think his way out of a tough situation was without a doubt awe-inspiring for his younger protege. After catching up with each other, Tim had introduced something new to Damian. It had been a suit. And only hours later, Damian was testing it out in this mission. <br><br>Staring out at the innumerable lights of Seattle through his raptor-like mask, the suit's material hugging his body tightly and adhering to the curves and ridges of his muscles, Damian couldn't help but grin. He looked good. Very fucking good. <br><br>He glanced down at a touchpad he was holding. The screen displayed multiple video channels, all live. Many dozens of burly men in tank tops hefted heavy metal crates from a barge that had only recently docked. It was a private port with steel fences forming a boundary around the place. Great warehouses lay in a row with black trucks going in and out of them. <br><br>Damian had interrogated countless gangsters, with one of them being a dude who'd had his ass kicked by a beautiful raven, and his investigation into a drug smuggling ring had taken him from Gotham to this place. The trail led here but Damian was adamant he'd obtain more intel from this place. He instinctively knew he would. <br><br>Besides hacking the port's security system, he'd also attained a plan for the buildings in this private dock. It hadn't been hard, just a few hundred thousand US dollars in the right pockets got him what he wanted as soon as he wanted them. <br><br>Yet, infiltrating this place would not be easy. Balaclava-wearing guards donning light bulletproof vests and wielding submachine guns patrolled the perimeter of the dock. He even heard the vicious barks of German shepherds in the distance. But all the heavy security meant he had no doubt that whatever were in those containers and warehouses, it was something of value. Extreme value. <br><br>His gloved fingers dancing across the touchscreen, Damian quietly turned off the motion sensors around the dock, followed by deactivating the electric currents within the fences and then inserted malicious code into the system that would cause occassional sputters in the security cameras. <br><br><em>Hit-and-run. Hit-and-run.</em> Damian reminded himself of the plan he'd formulated beforehand. He had no intentions of undertaking a frontal assault of the place. That wasn't what he needed. What he needed was <strong>information</strong>. The police could do the busting for him but first, he needed to collect evidence. <br><br>Leaping off the tree, Damian somersaulted through the air and landed softly in front of the fence line. Wrapping his pitchblack cape around himself, blending into the night, he quickly scaled the fence. His ears suddenly perked up. There was a guard approaching his position! <br><br><em>He's got no night vision so he'll be watching his motion tracker. His useless motion tracker.</em> <br><br>Darting forward into the maze of shipping containers that littered the dock, Damian pulled out his grapple gun and fired it up at a crane. Pulled upward, he climbed atop the tall machine and crept along the length of it, his cape camouflaging him amidst the darkness. Stopping short of the tip's edge, the wind chilly and growing stronger by the second, Damian turned a circular knob at the side of his mask. Switching through different optical lenses, he found the binocular vision he needed to view the dock's closely. <br><br><em>I've been monitoring this place for the past couple days. There shouldn't be this many people...why the unusually high level of activity tonight?</em><br><br>His eyes narrowed. <em>I need to know what is in those crates.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 08:44:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/d3/09/c2d309ce36378e30a8b7d70b94f8fc1f.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Project XIII<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Control Suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-18-2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cadmus Black Site &gt; Airspace over Seattle Docklands<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brutal Efficiency[Buckets O' Blood]<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Closed</span><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Darkness. Inky, dreaded black; abysmal and infinitesimal. <em>Nothing</em> dreamed in his subconscious, as nothing was allowed to. Chemical induced comas to keep him sedated until it was time for an experiment. Or to take DNA. Or to prance for his masters. And once they were satisfied, sleep would claim him until the next time his being was required to be a means to an end. The few waking hours he had between the infinity of slumber filled with commands; verbal, chemical, psionic. <br><br>Ultimate control was needed to keep him in check, and every method available was readily put to use. But once, once in a while. Very rarely, a single image would sear itself into his mind during slumber. An endless tundra, with a magnificent palace made of crystal jutting out from the flatlands and glittering every color of the rainbow in the cold sun. It would only last a moment, but he would remember until they snatched it from him. He had learned to enjoy the darkness, the peace, the quiet the forced sleep brought with it. It was the only time he didn't know pain and anger.<br><br>&nbsp;It was the only time he was allowed serenity and a chance to <em>think</em>. "Turn him on." "Turn him on? For what?" "Field test." "A field test? Last time we let him out, we had to buy off a town to have them say an undiscovered methane pocket exploded and took half of Fairfield with it." "Yeah well, "The Wall" says it's time we nut up or shut up, and give her some results. Her words and I quote, <em>Unlucky or not, Thirteenth time better be the charm...or else.</em> End quote." "Jeez...she's fuckin' terrifying, man." "Tell me about it." <br><br>The two lab techs were tired, disheveled, and ready to go home after a combined 90 hours between them in three days. But a job was a job, and orders were orders. "ALRIGHT!!! Two security teams front and center, weapons set to maximum stun level. Engineering, be on standby with the control suit. And have that Kryptonite field ready to deploy at a moment's notice. Alright...let's see what we got." He made a gesture, and a single tank connected to the wall hissed as the cryotubes injected into it popped out onto the floor. The tank then rolled forward, stopping in front of the gathered firing teams.<br><br>&nbsp;The tank hissed after some buttons were pressed, and an invisible seam between the two halfs of the polarized glass slid apart, revealing a dark-skinned young man who aside from being very muscular, looked as normal as can be. Aside from compression shorts, he was completely nude, and covered in goop from the amniotic concoction that kept him unconscious until needed. With no more fluid to support him, he fell forward in a heap on the floor. But it only took moments for him to start coughing, then push up to his knees. He looked up, around at the people surrounding him, and massive veins bulged underneath his eyes, as they started to glow red, and a guttural roar built up in his throat.<br><br>&nbsp;"Kryptonite field deploy," one of the scientists said calmly, and suddenly a sickly green glow fell over the young man. The red in his eyes shorted out, fizzling like a broken piece of electronics, then he groaned and fell back to the floor, his strength drained. "Okay boys, suit him up." While weakened, the engineers snapped the pieces of the suit onto him like a puzzle, and when the helmet was put into place, they all stepped back and deactivated the kryptonite field. At the same time, a low level pulse of red sun radiation was pumped through the suit, turning the man inside completely human for the moment.<br><br>&nbsp;Coming back to his senses, he stood tall, and his directions were relayed through his helmet. This was all new to him, but just like before, he had to follow orders or the pain, then the blackness would take him. So when he was given orders to retrieve several pieces of tech stolen by Intergang and in danger of being sold into the wrong hands, he drew on all the listens pumped into his brain while he slept, and all of the training he got while he was awake.<br><br>&nbsp;"Affirmative. Thirteen moving out." Afraid of giving their toy too much slack on his leash, the project was loaded into a high speed troop transport to be flown to Seattle, and then deployed from near the scene so his handlers could get the most out of his suit and it's built-in countermeasures. The entire ride, he sat by himself in the cargo hold, head down, and utterly silent. It wasn't until they were near the drop point that he stood up and looked to the screen on his wrist. They were sending him alone to not only neutralize the Intergang threat, but to retrieve all Cadmus tech, and anything else that could be appropriated.<br><br>&nbsp;"We are nearing drop zone. Cargo doors opening in 3, 2, 1, go." At the pilots mark, the massive doors at the bottom of the plane opened up, causing wind to whip about in the small space. "Thirteen dropping to target." The voice that came from his helmet was deep, warbled and distorted; like it wasn't even him. Even though "him" didn't technically exist, Cadmus was taking no chances. Without another word, he stood up, took two steps, and fell from the plane. He angled straight down and fell like a rock, then sped up as some sort of distortion could be seen around him. It took less than six seconds for him to break cloud cover and slam into the ground with enough force to shake the surrounding area and knock the unfortunate thug he landed by into the air.<br><br>&nbsp;He was caught by Thirteen before he could land, and thrown into another thug hard enough to break multiple bones in each man. Thirteen hadn't been silent about his arrival, and he wasn't supposed to be. Cadmus didn't want this to look like a professional, clandestine op. They wanted it to look like a powerful meta got wind of some juicy information and capitalized it. They wanted it big, flashy, and full of property damage. They wanted it to make headline news and get people talking about a mysterious new meta on the scene taking down Intergang. With the discussion being on him and why he fought Intergang and if he was good or bad taking center stage, there was no way such a sloppy job would be traced back to them. <br><br>Even Batman wouldn't easily be able to put 2 and 2 together in this particular scenario. Multiple Intergang members turned after his little entrance, powering up their weapons and wasting no time opening fire. Using his speed, Thirteen easily dodged around bullets and energy beams alike, then stopped in front of one poor fool with a shotgun. He emptied the entire thing into Thirteen's guts, and every single pellet fell to the ground like so much chaff. <br><br>"You're Intergang, right? I'm taking your shipment. And anyone who tries to stop me," he paused before grabbing the man by the neck and easily lifting him off the ground. <em>"dies".</em> Reaching for the man's hip with his other hand, Thirteen pulled, ripping him in half at the waist, causing a literal torrent of blood to spray out in all directions. With no remorse or emotion, only calculating efficiency and a little voice in his ear he couldn't say no to, Thirteen tossed both halves to the ground without a second glance. The firing ceased for a moment as the men watched the brutality; watched a full grown man get torn apart like wet tissue paper and discarded like the same. Then that light that clicks on shone a light in the back of their little villain heads. <br><br>Fight or Flight activated, and flight didn't seem to be much of an option, so bullets and beams started to fly once again, only to ping off his suit. "Alright then. Extinction protocol authorized. Sanitizing the operation zone." Turning to face his next victim, Thirteen took a step. He had some cleaning to do.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 14:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/42ecf925d5bc642b1015a9fc276300b8/tumblr_nxvcp8Vtu51tnt8s9o7_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne (Robin)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suit (https://66.media.tumblr.com/42ecf925d5bc642b1015a9fc276300b8/tumblr_nxvcp8Vtu51tnt8s9o7_1280.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 18th, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Seattle Docklands <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Clean Efficiency [Squire of the Dark Knight]<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Because I'm Batman (Jr) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1J55LVUYhg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Calvin - CLOSED<br><br><hr><br>The whole world seemed to shake with Damian feeling the crane he was on tremble and sway. Startled by the sudden shockwave below him, Damian lost his footing and slipped.<br><br><strong>"Hnnngh!"</strong><br><br>Teeth grit, muscles straining, Damian had managed to grab ahold of a handle at the last second with only one hand. Gripping the steel bar as tight as humanly possible, the dark Robin tensed his back muscles before lifting his entire body back up onto the crane in a one-arm pullup. Turning around to face the source of the quake, he was beholden to the gruesome sight of a metallic man ripping apart a man. While they were still alive.<br><br>Eyes wide, feeling a sharp sting of fear within his chest, Damian pushed back his terror and with a growl, took a dozen steps backward. Then, he sprinted forward and leaped off the crane. Spreading his cape wide, he cast a fearsome figure as he glided over the heads of the men below him. <br><br><em>A 3rd party has entered the scene...but the mission still comes first.</em> He made sure to get a look at the strange assailant. His mask would record direct footage of the thing for him. But making sense of the chaos around him would come later. In the present, he would become apart of the chaos. <br><hr><br>There had been men assigned to protect said warehouse while the rest ventured out to face the one attacking them. Adjacent rows of metal containers and trucks ceased at a marked yellow and black line where an open office area with computers was setup. Their bodies sweating profusely from hearing the screams and gunfire outside, their nerves at their peak. <br><br><strong>"Look alive, boys!"</strong> shouted one of the gunmen, clutching his AK rifle close to his self, <strong>There may be more than o-!"</strong><br><br>The glass ceiling above their heads shattered. Immediately the roof was lit up by a torrent of bullets that pierced through metal and extinguished the lights above their heads. Once their magazines had been emptied, only the rapid beats of their hearts and the fear in their breaths could be heard. <br><br><strong>PSSSSSSH</strong><br><br>Thick, gray smoke began to diffuse throughout the warehouse, enveloping everyone and everything within and obscuring the gunmen's view of each other. A sense of panic began to set in amongst them.<br><br><strong>"S-Stay together! Stay the fuck together!"</strong><br><br>Some managed to find a partner to be with. It would be a fruitless attempt though. At first, the sounds were muffled, very faint irregularities amidst the artificially induced haze. But, slowly but surely, it became clear that they belonged to the voices of their comrades. They were cries cut short and soon, erratic gunfire broke out. <br><br>A pair of gunmen chose to stand with their backs touching each other. Both men burly and experienced security contractors, they comfortably swayed their M4s side to side. Hardened by decades of violence, they did not fear even Superman. <br><br><strong>"I got you, brother."</strong><br><br><strong>"Likewise."</strong> the other grunted. They remained like that for a while. Their fingers became itchy, itching to shoot and inject lead into the flesh of their tormentor. <br><br>The tension was further exacerbated by the sound of a keyboard being rapidly pressed. With the smokescreen fading, they both silently signaled to each other to slowly push forward to the office at the end of the warehouse where the computers were. Upon reaching the corner, the lead gunman slowly unsheathed a jagged knife from his belt and attached it as a bayonet. When the rearman of them had tapped each one's shoulder, the frontman spun around into the corner, gun trained into the inside of the office area. His partner quickly followed through, sliding up beside him. <br><br>It was empty.<br><br>The initial gunman felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked at his partner. His partner didn't look back.<br><br><strong>"Why'd you tap me?"</strong><br><br>This time, his partner looked at him. His face was one of confusion. <strong>"What? Why would I tap?"</strong><br><br>There was a pregnant pause. They both suddenly twisted around. <br><br>Only to have their skulls smashed together.<br><hr><br>Walking over their unconscious bodies, Damian pulled out a USB from one of the computer's monitors and placed it neatly into one of his belt's pockets. Having uploaded a hacking program he'd built himself from the ground up into the dock's computers, he'd obtained the entirety of their logs and records pertaining to the shipping and transportation of every good that landed there. <br><br><em>I've got terabytes of data with me. It'll be a pain sifting through it all but once I'm finished, it'll be more than enough to prosecute everyone from this dock down to the street level thug.</em> <br><br>The commotion outside seemed only to be increasing in volume and intensity. Whatever that metallic humanoid from the sky was, it was extraordinarily strong. Damian quickly analyzed in his head what he had witnessed of the being thus far. Super durability. Super strength. Super speed. They were the most sought after and common attributes for the common superhuman, particularly in the global Underworld. <br><br>Speculating that the metallic being wreaking havoc outside could have been deployed by a powerful organization that had beef with Intergang,&nbsp; Damian concluded that the best decision for him at that moment was to leave the scene quietly. He'd been successful in terms of getting what he came for. <em>Anything more would be pushing it.</em><br><br>Firing his grappling gun up at the broken roof, Damian gave one final look at the multiple bodies strewn around him. <em>Good. They're all still bre-</em><br><br><strong>"Leaving so soon? Party's only just started."</strong> <br><br>A deep, masculine voice resonated throughout the warehouse. With the lights having been shot out, Damian could only construct a mental image of what he thought the person speaking to him looked like. <br><br>It wasn't a nice image.<br><br>Squeezing the trigger, the darkness was quickly left below him as he made it atop the roof. And, not even a second had passed when the area in front of him burst open, launching shrapnel all over. He covered himself with his cape, subsequently preventing hundreds of tiny metal shards from piercing into his flesh. <br><br><strong>"I had guessed that there was more than 1 attacker. Why would they come here, I told myself. It couldn't possibly be just for the weapons, right? No, they'd have to be seeking something more than just mere weapons. And, heh, looks like I was right."</strong> <br><br>The man in front of him was huge. Damian estimated he stood around 7 foot and with the size of a bodybuilder, he was a veritable giant with a thick, mean face completely covered in tattoos. Great, bulging muscles pulsing with veins lay behind an intricate exoskeleton system with wires literally stuck into his skin. Round, steel cables also aligned the mechanical attachments around his half-naked body. The placement of the cables reminded Damian of Bane's Venom dispensing system. The dude was a fucking ogre. <br><br><strong>"Are you just another Venom addict? Intergang paying you with drugs?"</strong> Damian asked, all the while reaching into his belt for Birdarangs. <br><br>However, the giant man laughed in response and said, <strong>"Venom is old shit now. Intergang's giving me something better. Much better. And all I have to do for it is to be the big bad boss of this dock. Not a bad deal with if you ask me."</strong> The Boss of the dock adopted a forward fighting stance. <strong>But I won't be needing it to take you down!"</strong> <br><br>Damian barely evaded the man as he punched through where Damian had been standing seconds ago, visible kinetic pressure emanating from his hand to cause ripples in the air. <br><br>He flung 2 Birdarangs at the man who easily intercepted both of them in his hands. <br><br><strong>"Ha, did you really throw shurikens at me, boy?"</strong> <br><br><strong>"No. I threw grenades."</strong><br><br><strong>BOOM!</strong> <br><br>The resulting smoke from the explosion covered the entirety of where the man had been standing. To his surprise, Damian found himself panting. That man had been incredibly fast off the mark, his acceleration monstrous. If that punch had hit him...<br><br><strong>"Those are some nice toys. I think I'm going to take them off your dead body!</strong> <br><br>Everything around Damian became distorted. He wanted to retort but he found he could not even suck in the air. His lungs felt like they were on fire. He wanted to collapse onto the ground. But he couldn't. Because there was no ground for him to stand on. <br><br>Damian flew backward until he collided with the metal roof of an adjacent warehouse. He still couldn't breathe but something came out of his mouth. Blood. Lots of it. He clutched at his chest. Something sharp was poking him. He forced his brain to work. Out of everything, his brain had to work. Needed to work!<br><br><em>Okay, Damian. Okay. Think. A natural superhuman with the capability to be augmented by some kind of physical enhancement drug. Okay, nice Damian. Keep thinking. What's the pla-!</em><br><br>Pressing his hands on the roof's metal surface, he pushed off it, leaping back down onto the tarmac below. No sooner had he done that did the entire warehouse in front of him collapsed in a great cacophony composed by broken steel and crushed timber.<br><br>Grimacing from the pain, he fired his grappling gun at a nearby crane and pulled himself away just as the big boss of the dock smashed the ground he'd previously been, creating a wide crater filled with pieces of concrete. <br><br>The pain threatened to overwhelm Damian's senses. He felt the beginnings of tears in the corners of his eyes. That pissed him off. <br><br><em>What's the best weapon against a hypermasculine dude with superstrength?</em> He looked down at where the metallic man who'd fallen from the sky was. <em>Another hypermasculine dude with superstrength.</em> <br><br>Standing atop the crane, he somehow managed a smirk despite the pain he was experiencing and flipped the finger at the giant man below him. That appeared to get the job done as the Intergang boss's face contorted into one of rage, Damian thought roid rage, and literally jumped up at the crane which stood 200 feet off the ground. <br><br>Damian blinked. <em>Heh, I can't believe I survived a punch from that guy.</em> Aiming his grappling gun down near where the metallic dude was, he flew off the crane right before the Intergang super landed and caused the whole thing to wobble. Having worked himself into a frenzy, aggravated by Damian's last-second escapes, the super thug grabbed the upper steel bars of the crane and roared, pulling the massive object down onto the entire dockyard...<br><br>Still, in the air, Damian witnessed this spectacle. And chuckled, blood spilling out of his lips, <strong>"This guy's mad."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 14:45:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/99/08/d49908be2037d5a32abb0ef1f172a7b1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dealing with someone before the bad guys<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed, Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Virgil had taken on larger numbers of guys than this before, and more organized, and with better weapons too. These guys would be a cake walk. Maybe he could even post a video up on Twittergram and Inster showing the take down? It'd get his followers up, that much was for sure. And popularity always helped in the hero game. But naaaaah, maybe next time. Tonight he just wanted to get this done fast, so he could go home and bed down.<br><br>&nbsp;All the bars and clubs would be closed by the time he got done, so his nice comfy bed and some Netflix was the next best sounding thing. Right before he powered up to bust through the skylight and start the electroshock therapy, when an extremely powerful source of mobile electricity moving at high speeds made him stop and take a deep breath. Virgil could look at the world through the EM spectrum, and it wasn't many things around that could cause his eyes to light up like this. Electric blue orbs turned to the dark night sky, and without a word, Virgil ascended straight up to intercept her.<br><br>&nbsp;By the time she reached the air over the warehouse, Virgil was hovering there, waiting for her. He was probably the last person she wanted to see here, but since they were already both on the scene, teamwork was the only option. "Didn't expect to see you here, Lightning. Always glad for some help, though." He could have said more, or asked her about them, but right now they had a mission. So professionalism was the way to play things. <br><br>For now. "Sitrep down below is pretty simple; actually hold on, this'll explain it easier." Reaching out, he seemed to be typing and touching at thin air, but was actually using his HUD's holo interface to activate the holgraphic projector, showing Lightning a layout of the area below, and the movements of tiny red people representing the thugs unaware of their presence. <br><br>"We got more than a dozen by a bit, but a lot less than a small army, so we should be good. Plus, as far as I can tell they're all usin' standard weapons. Bullets, maybe some grenades, but no alien or super tech to deal with." Once she'd gotten a good look, he squashed the screen closed and it disappeared. "So? Ready to go zap some fools? Ladies first," he said with a chuckle and offered her first go at the soon to be apprehended bad guys.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 16:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/d3/09/c2d309ce36378e30a8b7d70b94f8fc1f.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Project XIII<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Control Suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-18-2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Seattle Docklands<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Brutal Efficiency[Buckets O' Blood], Ordered to have <em>FUN</em><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Closed</span><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Extinction protocol? We're letting him run <em>that</em> right from the gate?" "Of course; think about it. Psycho meta, crazy strong, in a super suit shows up, decimates the docks, wipes an Intergang cell from the map <em>and</em> gets us our lost shit back? Waller's gonna be happy, her bosses'll be happy. And we won't have her breathing down our necks for a few weeks. Also, all the news outlets are gonna be so far up Krypto's ass that if there was even any though that we were involved, pschew...that went straight out the window." The younger tech scratched his beard, nodding as he began to understand.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ahhh, makes sense. Wait, I thought Krypto was the dog?" "Shit, you're right. Baby Supes? Super Lex?" "His <em>designation</em> is Project XIII. Remember that, gentlemen," came the voice of Amanda Waller directly into their ear pieces only for a moment. Just to let them know she was <em>always</em> watching, and one thing she demanded from her men was professionalism. The two quickly got back to monitoring the project. Thirteen's senses normally would have taken note of the extra guest at this party, but the suit was running him more than he was. External cameras fed into the full immersion, 3D HUD in his helmet, giving him 360 degrees of vision that only an enhanced brain could handle experiencing. <br><br>Microphones gave him audio cues. All of it was focused on Intergang, so whoever else had shown up was a very lucky person. And the words in his ear were followed to the letter, or else invite the pain and darkness again. After activating Extinction protocols, he waited for a few moments for a belaying of his decision...none came. <br><br>The Wall was watching her toy, and seeing just how much fun he could have on his own before she decided to reach out and take a tight grip. No one told him to stop, so he advanced on a man with a single pistol to his name. He was frozen with terror, firing off shots from the 9mm to absolutely no effect. The masked assailant continued to walk toward him before finally catching a bullet, just a single one, with ease, and holding it between thumb and forefinger. Raising it to eye level, he flicked it, launching it toward the lone gunman like a cannon and taking off the upper portion of his skull from having far more force than a gun could ever produce.<br><br>&nbsp;He stood and watched the mostly headless body writhe around before falling over, and then he -BOOM!!! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! A rocket fired from an Intergang hovertank hit him square in the back, exploding and covering the area in flames. "HELL YEAH! NO ONE COULD SURVIVE THAT! Except maybe Superman, hahahaha" the driver cackled over the intercom of his tank. The laughter echoed around, becoming infectous and causing the others to crack up too, pointing their weapons down as yeah, no way that guy lived through a rocket or four to the face. <br><br>Then the flames started to die down, and a massive, steaming figure was standing in the rubble, completely fine. "Nooooo way. NO FUCKING WAY HE LIVED THROUGH THAT!! OPEN UP EVERYTHING! TAKE HIM DOWN NOW!!" More rockets, energy beams, bullets, and more all came Thirteen's way, and finally he seemed to register the flies in his ointment. He caught the closest missile, spinning and throwing it like a football at a jeep with a mounted gun. The explosion didn't bother him the least as he bent his legs and jumped, landing in a group of men and crushing one into pulp beneath his boots.<br><br>&nbsp;The remaining guys tried to scatter, unloading their guns the entire time. But it didn't work. Nothing did. He stood there, his head cocked to the side as the nearest henchman just emptied the clip to no avail. Then he chuckled, a cold and mirthless laugh that sealed the fate of a dozen men as he unleashed a particularly brutal combination of his strength and speed, blitzing from man to man and hitting them with body shattering blows (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/NearHastyBlackcrappie-size_restricted.gif). He used a few as projectiles, then ended with a barrage of punches that came at the end of short bursts of speed, adding even more impact to the blows that sent dead mean sailing through the air like movie stuntmen.<br><br>&nbsp;"What the fuck is he? I ain't never seen no one move that fast and hit that hard. Call the cops! Call the League. Fuck it, call anyone!" No one had expected the men to be smart, and actually invite help to deal with a massive problem and worry about the consequences later...no one except Amanda Waller, as she'd already jammed all of their communications before Thirteen even made land fall. Completely oblivious to the other battle taking place, the armored puppet methodically tracked down every single Interganger and finished them. Causing a record number of flatlines in a very short amount of time. <br><br>It wasn't until an explosion not caused or pointed at him popped inside a different warehouse, followed by that warehouse collapsing, that Thirteen even looked away from the blood bath and body shop he'd left in his wake. Even his suit seemed more red than black now. Looking over his shoulder at the damage, Thirteen wasn't aware of the guy running up to stab him with a knife. When he did, the blade simply stopped against his suit, only for him to twist hard and shatter it. <br><br>The man yelped, begging forgiveness as he tried to run, only for Thirteen to grab him by the ankle, sling him over his head and back onto the pavement with a sick <em>SQUELCH</em>. He didn't see anyone still moving, and didn't sense any life signs from the men he'd brutalized, but that explosion behind him meant another loose end to tie up. Steam vented from his helmet, then he turned and walked toward the warehouse. Then he stopped, noticing a fight going on up top on one of the cranes. He stood where he was, looking up at the little armored man dance away from the big one covered in tech and tubes.<br><br>&nbsp;"One altered human on the scene, possible technological meta. I believe he's in charge. One armored individual fighting him. No power readings from that one. Impact on the mission is negligible. Orders?" "You've already enacted Extinction Protocols. So make them disappear like the dinosaurs." "Affirmative. Continuing Extinction." Whoever was running this cell was no joke, as he ripped the crane apart and dropped it down to the docks below. But his mistake, was dropping it directly on Thirteen's head. <br><br>To Damian, it would appear as if he simply stood there and was buried beneath the rubble. Dust and debris flew everywhere as the massive crane's impact was felt throughout the docks, followed by an explosion from the damaged unit. Maybe ten seconds later, small stones on the ground started to clatter around, things began to hover and float, and then the dust was repelled by an invisible force, dispersing all at once and revealing a crater. Thirteen was within that crater, his arms crossed over his head and holding up the portion of the crane that had fallen on him. <br><br>Standing to his full height, he threw it to the side, rolled his neck, and jumped out. "Ooooooh, he seems plenty strong. Thirteen, have some fun with him. Don't kill him if you can help it, but if you can't...at least <em>entertain</em> me," came the dulcet orders of the one voice he could never disobey. "Understood. Commencing <em>fun</em>." Reaching behind him, the thick cable of the crane's hook flew into his hand, and he squeezed hard enough to embed his fingers into the corded steel. "Whoa. That's his telekinesis?!" "Yeah, we got it up and running a while ago, but it's a biological component, we can't just let him use it all the time or he'd really be unstoppable. Can you imagine a Kryptonian who doesn't <em>need</em> to touch you to crush you? It's scary, man. But we got a tight leash on our dog."<br><br>"RRRAARGH!!!", he shouted as he swung the damaged hook around like a gigantic flail. His aim was slightly off though, and it dug a furrow a foot or two away from the Intergang leader. "I have orders to bring you in. I also have orders to kill you if bringing you in ceases to be an option." He didn't explain anymore than that, instead choosing to drop his makeshift weapon and rush his opponent with his head low and his shoulder out.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 02:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Lightning.3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> One or the other: check the pics<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Harbor Docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pissed off light-skin: Let's blow this popsicle stand!!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Problems (Snow tha Product) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj7Q5wU-GKI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><br><hr><br>Of course, he'd be the one to show.<br><br>Part of her was a trifle pissed off but the biggest part was just glad that someone else could point her in the right direction.&nbsp; If there was one thing the pretty boy had going for him (well, besides the smile, dark eyes and well-tended to dreds) it was his ease with tech and the clarity of his thought processes. Not that she was stupid, far from, but he had the actual battle experience she did not. Far better to bow to calmer and, in this case, more equipped minds.<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Didn't expect to see you here, Lightning. Always glad for some help, though."</span><br><br>Jennifer nodded and glanced away, glad for once that her electrical form made reading her facial expression difficult. Had he been able to see the wash of color that she <em>felt</em>, he would have known that her feelings were more difficult to parse than she let on. Being angry or jealous did not mean that she didn't understand all of the things Virgil had going for him. It just meant that the morass he caused by his very presence meant feigned disdain was par for the course.<br><br>"I guess I was as close as you. I was at the gym," she stated, hesitantly. "And I must admit that you are far better to lead this particular mission than I am. After all, you have the experience I lack." She paused and dimmed the flare of light that coated her flesh through sheer force of will so that she could study what he pulled up.<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"We got more than a dozen by a bit, but a lot less than a small army, so we should be good. Plus, as far as I can tell they're all usin' standard weapons. Bullets, maybe some grenades, but no alien or super tech to deal with. So? Ready to go zap some fools? Ladies first."</span><br><br>She shook her head. "I do better with orders, Static. I know that my inexperience could screw something up. So, tell me what you require and I'm there."<br><br>Admitting that to him, <em>hurt</em>. Knowing that he could have handled this by himself hurt worse. The fact that he was allowing her to come along meant that she'd at least learn something and she was grateful, more grateful than she could say. Still, as she drifted lower, she did try and explain. "I was always the first one in when it came to disruption. Kill the lights, kill any electronics, make it possible for those with night vision or what have you to go in and handle the weaponry, provide cover and back up." She sped up, pulling electricity from the scattered lights as she went, quickly covering the immediate area in a wave of darkness. "In this case, I'd prefer to do the same, yeah?"<br><br>Then she was gone, leaving naught but a fading afterimage behind, a mirage of light. The point of entry for her would be the front of the warehouse by the easiest means possible. With no more than a thought, bolts flew from her hands, striking the door and blowing it inward. She followed soon after, her body a blur, a true lightning strike, as she touched down next to a fusebox, placed her hand upon it and <em>pulled</em>, causing the lights to flicker and then die. Up again, her body buzzing, hands before her once more as men parted from another with low shouts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 02:23:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 15, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Pre-Dawn<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Vlatava's Northern Border<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Super-Powered Geo-Politics<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lord of the Lost - This War (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kge8o00d6M8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Count Vertigo, Vlatavan People's Army, Rocket Red Brigade, Lex Luthor &amp; Mercy Graves(m)<br><br><hr><br>"I am pleased that you are here, my friend." Count Vertigo said in English that retained a Vlatavan accent despite the Count's long absence from his native homeland. It was also cultured and aristocratic, although the one addressed had no capacity to discern the refinement with which he was addressed. "I apologize for doubting you. I had concerns that our contract was . . . binding."<br><br>The Count looked over at the alien. Lor Zod stared across the horizon, and brief muscular flickers around his eyes betrayed to the Count that the alien was tracking troops that were still kilometers out. Around them, the Vlatavan People's Army lay huddled in foxholes, grasping weapons that were obsolete by several years. They were, however, the best that the Count had been able to procure for this endeavor. It had been a bitter pill for the Count to swallow when he was turned away by international arms dealers, or else quoted deliberately and outrageously inflated prices that he could not pay. Luthor had even had the gall of having the Count dismissed by his glorified maid, Mercy Graves! So now the Count's men grasped weapons that were older than some of the men holding them, relics of the era when the Soviets had made Vlatava part of their Iron Curtain.<br><br><strong>"None of the Red Shadows. Only tanks and Rocket Reds. Different models than we encountered Chechnya. More advanced."</strong> Lor Zod said with a certain detachment as his eyes continued to make subtle, almost imperceptible movements. <strong>"I trust that you will have no future doubts about my word, Count, or the honour of the House of Zod?"</strong> The alien asked softly, and he was swiftly meet with an affirmative response.<br><br>"Of course! You must understand-" Vertigo began before Lor raised a hand.<br><br><strong>"Yes. Your only metric was the son of Jor El."</strong> The tall alien replied dispassionately. Slowly, Lor blinked and turned to face the Count. <strong>"They are within Vlatava's borders now. Are you certain you do not wish for me to engage them now?" </strong><br><br>The Count shook his head. "Our friend from the U.N. would, I think, take that as damning proof corroborating claims that I am a domestic terrorist rather than a freedom fighter." The two looked over at a man who was not armed and wore a powder blue helmet with upper case 'U' and 'N' letters stamped on the side. He wore military fatigues but he was not a fighting man himself. Lor barely perceived the man, and Vertigo regarded him with mild distaste.<br><br>And so they waited and in short order the hostile forces arrived. Six members of the Rocket Red Brigade, clad in advanced powered armour equal to anything that the West had to offer, and a column of two dozen T-14 Armata main battle tanks. Lor detected the fear of the men in their foxholes but paid scant attention to them; they were far beneath him and Vertigo's concern. <br><br>The leader of the Rocket Reds raised a hand, bringing the tank column to a halt. He and the rest of the Rocket Reds hovered some feet off of the ground, looking down over the paltry opposition they faced. Lor could hear the chatter between each of the Rocket Reds and the tanks - none of them knew him for who he was and although the leader of the Rocket Reds advised caution, several junior Rocket Reds were dismissive and some of the tank commanders had entirely too much faith in the capabilities of their main guns. They did not show any respect to the son of Zod, nor to Vertigo. In unequal measures, this offended Lor, and the corners of his lips curled downward slightly at the insult.<br><br>"Werner Vertigo - you and your followers are hereby ordered to surrender and come peacefully under arrest. We are here at the invitation of Vlatava's internationally recognized government to put an end to rebellion." The leader of the Rocket Reds broadcast from his suit. "You have three minutes to comply or we must conclude that you intend to resist. Any resistance will be met by force."<br><br>"General Hafza is nothing more than a puppet of Moscow, guilty of immeasurable human rights violations! There is so much Vlatavan blood on his hands that they are more red than your armour!" The Count fired back, shaking an outraged fist at the men in power armour. Their armoured face plates revealed nothing of the men behind them, but it was all too easy to imagine their indifference to the suffering of the Count's countryfolk. The members of the Rocket Red Brigade were not drawn from great wellsprings of compassion, but from men who excised all compassion from their hearts in order to perform the blackest of deeds in the name of their country's agenda.<br><br>"This warning constitutes a final call to surrender!" The leader of the Rocket Reds broadcast, and Lor heard the weapons systems in their armours engaging. The lead tanks' turrets swiveled that their main guns could be brought to bear. Those in the back were disengaging from their positions in the columns to assume fighting positions. The Rocket Reds raised their arms and took aim with mounted cannons. The men in their foxholes raised their ancient weapons, but did not fire. They were under orders not to fire first and to their immense credit, they held to those orders, despite their fear. Lor vacantly noted this fact as the leader of the Rocket Reds fired the first shot of the engagement.<br><br>Lor moved faster than the unaided human eyes could perceive. He took the blast meant for Vertigo and it phased him not at all. Lor heard the instruments within the Rocket Red armours compensating for his speed - and soon found himself flying into a volley of blasts. At his back the Count unleashed his Vertigo Effect, but the Rocket Reds were equipped with countermeasures for his specific ability. The Count's men fired, but the 7.62mm cartridges lacked power to do anything but make noise and add a brief, marginal load to the Rocket Red armours' processors before they discounted the flying shells as no danger. There was no point in the armours that were vulnerable to these cartridges. <br><br>One of the men had a FIM-92 Stinger MANPADS, and fired it at one of the Rocket Reds. The armoured soldier juked out of the missile's path and fired a counter-measure that killed the missile as it passed far enough that it posed no further threat to the armour's operator. <br><br>Lor struck the leader of the Rocket Reds with a right to the chest, and the armoured soldier was sent careening down to strike the turret of the nearest Armata. As the turret was unmanned, the damage to the tank's human operators was negligible, but the man inside the Rocket Red armour was out of the fight. The armour simply lacked the protection needed to keep a human fighting after being struck by a Kryptonian. The man inside was still alive, but barely, and the armour's systems were working to capacity to keep him that way. And Lor had not employed his full strength. Vertigo wanted to recover as much materiel as possible, and so Lor held back. The Kryptonian was struck by shells fired from several Armatas, but the impact did little but jostle him in the air. Other tanks joined in, and the Rocket Reds cleared the tanks' lines of fire. Each of the tanks fired three rounds from their big guns, and Lor made no effort to dodge. The equipment that the tank commanders had at their disposal made it clear that their guns had no effect - Lor's armour was not damaged.<br><br>It was, however, smudged, and Lor looked down at the crest of his beloved house. He wiped it clean with the palm of one hand, and then raised a bored gaze to the armour arrayed against him. His eyes blazed blue, and Lor engaged his Arctic Vision. Twin beams of freezing cold swept over the tanks, encasing whatever they struck in a foot of solid ice. Lor's target was first the barrels of the Armatas' main guns, and then their tracks. Super-speed allowed him to have three quarters of the tanks so afflicted before the Rocket Reds bodied him, slamming him to the ground with their weight of numbers. Their armours strained with the power needed to do so, and fists rained down liberally on Lor's exposed head. <br><br>Lor pushed himself up off of the ground, and the armours of the Rocket Reds worked overtime. He heard one of them disabling a safety limiter on his armour's system, but none of that mattered. Lor got up to his feet and threw them all off him. The five Reds flew in different directions, and Lor pursued at inhuman speed. The suits were completely sealed to provide hazardous materials protection, and Lor briefly sighed because removing a helmet would mean violently compromising the suit. He glanced over his shoulder at Vertigo, who seemed frozen in the moment, and then back at the Rocket Red in his hand. Lor violent smashed the armour into the ground with enough force to cause the ground to shake and rattle the nearest tank slightly. He moved on, and struck the Rocket Red armours violently in turn in such a manner that the suits themselves were relatively undamaged compared to the men within. The men within the armour would be crippled for the remainder of their lives. For some, that time was measured in minutes, before the current conflict no longer held any appeal for Lor. <br><br>Lor came to a halt after disabling the Rocket Reds, and those tanks that could were opened and their crews disgorged. Vertigo's men were jumping out of their foxholes and shouting for the tank crews to surrender. The old rifles proved sufficient inducement for the tanks' crews to surrender, although Lor taking to the air and looking down on them may have also factored in. The crewmen were gathered into two lines, disarmed, and then made to kneel with their hands behind their heads. More than one of the kneeling men chanced a look up in Lor's direction, and they were filled with terror at the floating alien.<br><br>The corners of Lor's lips quirked up, just a little, for just a fraction of a second. <br><br>"Zod!" The moment ended as Vertigo called out to him. Lor looked for a moment more, and then flew unhurriedly to land before the Count. "Many thanks, my friend." The Count was elated. "This . . . this went well beyond my wildest expectations." Vertigo's blue eyes swept over the billions in materiel that was now in his possession. "And with only one casualty. One terrible, tragic casualty." Lor followed the Count's gaze and found the U.N. observer lying face down in a pool of blood. The injuries would be bullet wounds, and the slugs would be linked to the sidearm of one of the tank commanders. Footage would be taken from the Rocket Red armours to corroborate the narrative that the U.N. observer had been murdered in cold blood by these invaders in a bid to discredit General Hafza. <br><br>"Of course I must consider our debt settled, but in the future, may I call upon you? I admit at the moment I have nothing to offer you beyond my good graces when I come into my throne . . ." Vertigo broached the subject of working together in the future, and Lor gazed off indifferently. "Er, my friend? Did you . . ."<br><br>Lor did not turn his head to meet Vertigo's. <strong>"I heard you. You may call upon me in the future, if you wish."</strong> Lor cocked his head to one side. <strong>"We are standing on a mass grave. Hundreds of Vlatavans beneath our feet . . . discarded like refuse."</strong><br><br>Count Vertigo began to tremble with rage and denial. He fell to his knees, and a sob wracked the blond man. Lor ignored the emotional outburst, largely out of a lack of empathy, but also because he preferred not to see the Count that way. In a commendable amount of time, the Count mastered the sudden upswelling of emotions. Wiping away tears, Vertigo mastered anger and turned it to purpose. "You have my thanks, my friend. I will bring U.N. investigators here, and we will unearth my murdered countryfolk, and then no one will be able to deny the crimes of the oppressors! We will have to arrange for proper burials . . . but how to identify hundreds . . ." There was some despair behind Vertigo's voice, but this, too, was turned to purpose. He meant not only to avenge his people, but to see them <em>properly</em> remembered.<br><br>At last Lor flicked his eyes to regard Vertigo. Then the alien nodded, slowly. His gaze turned skywards. <strong>"Farewell."</strong> Lor said to the Count, and took to the skies, his purpose fulfilled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 15:26:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/99/08/d49908be2037d5a32abb0ef1f172a7b1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed, Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> While it was true that for most, even just looking at Lightning while she was in her energy form was hard, much less reading facial expressions; Virgil wasn't most people. He was Static, and he could perceive energy conduits as clearly as a man looked at a woman sitting across a table from him. But he didn't see enough to guess anything more than she felt uncomfortable here. But considering this was probably one of her first patrols since she'd <em>told</em> Jefferson she was going to be a hero, so she might be a bit out of her depth.<br><br>&nbsp;What were friends for, though? If...she considered him a friend that was. She said she was at the gym, and he'd seen her body so he knew she was in damn good shape. "Bar for me. For once I didn't have a deadline at work or at school, so I wanted to relax. I ended up doin' <em>"magic"</em> for everyone," he said with air quotes to show he meant of course his powers. She admitted to him that he was better than her at this because he'd actually been doing it for a while. <br><br>He could tell she didn't like hearing herself say the words, though. She also said she was better with orders, which he understood. After she got some missions under her belt, she'd come to understand and depend on improvisation, as plans almost <em>always</em> went bad at some point. But this was like a warmup, she'd be fine. She explained after that what her usual job was in scenarios like these, and he nodded, as it was a good plan based on what they knew. <br><br>As the two of them hovered lower, she drew all electricity in the area, darkening everything around them like she had a built-in Deluminator from when Dumbledore first found Harry Potter. "Make it happen." He waited back where he'd started, magnetized to the roof so he could peer down through the skylight. He watched Lightning work, blasting the doors in with her bolts, then flying over to a fusebox and draining it dry, which plunged the entire warehouse into darkness. The men panicked more than got ready, as this sort of thing didn't happen often and most gangsters didn't run drills to train for scenarios.<br><br>&nbsp;It was called "organized" crime, sure, but that term could only take you so far. Waiting a few seconds for the fear to ramp up, Static activated night-vision, then pushed up and flipped, crashing through the glass and using the bare minimum to keep himself afloat, so all the men would see was a barely visible aura of static electricity around his saucer. "Sorry about the lights, guys. We work for the Fire Marshal and had to shut you down. You're at capacity. Plus ya know, this is an illegal smuggling operation and that's fed time when we take you all down!" <br><br>A tendril of blue-tinged lightning shot out in the darkness, grabbing an AK-47 from a goon's hand and butted him in the gut, then swung across his jaw, knocking him out. Another blast grabbed a man by the ankle before covering his body in electricity. He shrieked and spasmed for a few seconds before it left him smoking and seizing. Finally, he fell out, a victim of a non-lethal, but very painful system shock. Someone was smart enough to aim where the lightning was coming from, and emptied a clip in Static's direction.<br><br>&nbsp;Each and every bullet stopped short however as they hit an EM field that held them in place. "I'm not Superman, but I'm bulletproof too, dummy. <em>Static</em>? Hello? Come on, at least be smart criminals." Virgil shook his head, sighing with exasperation underneath the mask before blasting the man who'd shot him across the room, zapping him and pinning him to the wall with supercharged static cling. Now that he'd made his flashy intro, he hoped it would draw attention away from Lightning and give her an opening to attack.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 07:21:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://oraclesdccomicsencyclopedia.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/starfire8-e1398412125516.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Koriand'r | Starfire<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Space suit as shown <br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23, 2020| Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2210<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Crashing with a splash... <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Sponatneous Me &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRPOztxXWlQ&amp;list=PLOro-w8rjuiwAtbmsY0y5yYLwUOipfokb&amp;index=28)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>How long has Kori been traveling since she left her home? Jumping from system to system? She knew that she was pushing the merchant vessel harder than it normally would go and the upside of the whole thing was that there were no actual supplies on the ship when she took it. After all, they were just unloading, but if she timed it right then she would have waited till she got to full power and had the generator crystals get swapped out. Nope. Instead, the cry of freedom and running away from her betrothed was a <em>much</em> better idea. Which it was and she didn't regret it. <br><br>"Come on you!" Koriand'r works the console as she generates a map on the screen. "Just enough juice to make it to..." Typing on the keys she watches as the map begins to rotate and pinpoint to a spot in the 2814 sector of space. "Well... Let's see if you have anything good because I'm getting hungry." Sitting down and buckling into her seat. "Anazi."<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, Captain?"</span><br><br>"Divert the last of our power to the jumper and enter these coordinates."<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Understood."</span><br><br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190830/6620fb37fbb782066ce0a4a52dcd05a1.png)<br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190830/7b00f34ebee57763e04746ad23682d1f.png)<br><br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190830/8e74946e25fa6f6c10ae3e8860cee710.png)<br><br>Watching the computer Anazi work their magic had her smiling broadly. Green glowing eyes sparkling with excitement and hope that she will find a planet that seems habitable. With nothing to lose, but herself, she launches the ship as the power of the thrusters send the ship forward. The world turning white around her as she heads to the Sol System.<br><br><hr><br>During the galactic jump Koriand'r can't help but think about General Phy'zzon back home. The man being left in the grand hall of her home waiting, but he knew she was a free spirit. That she didn't want to be tied down yet and while her sister Komand'r was going to be Queen since she was obviously the better choice, it bothered her how her sister didn't seem to mind marrying Prince Karras to seal a peace treaty. Though she did suspect that her sister liked the Prince and he liked her. Then there was her brother marrying some woman from another system to enable trade and what she has gathered that she was very beautiful. <br><br>"You have brought great shame to us, Koriand'r," she says in a mocking deep voice that was supposed to be her father. "Your sister and brother have stepped up to do what is right by the people of Tamaran and we found you someone that is worthy of your prowess; your spirit and fire!" Rolling her eyes she slumps in the chair. Casting her eyes downward as her lips form into a pout. <br><br>"If I am ever caught... I am going to be imprisoned in my room for <em>life..."</em><br><br><hr><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">2814 sector of space</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBqnmil2HvFkAvQr6BEn8BRSzr93I9HP0ps1f7ea3ZXU_gGr2H)</div><br>In about a few hours her commandeered ship enters the location of said coordinance as Kori unbuckles and stands up. It was like other systems for the most part and she was starting to feel dejected when she saw it. The blue jewel that seemed to be calling out to her as it radiated life before she saw the sun. A big, joyous smile forming on her face as she lifted up her hands and let out a happy cry. Life was before! It looked super friendly and the sun brought the biggest smile to her. Energy. She could finally absorb some energy that can curb her hunger, but right now. She needed to scan the planet before her to see where she should land.<br><br>Overly eager, Kori sat down and buckled in once again. Quickly typing in on the keys of the consol before thrusting the lever forward as they began to move. Asking Anazi to bring up communications and potential landing sites was apparently too much for the poor merchant ship. As it came closer and attempted to hail, everything went black on the ship. The window showed Kori the beautiful white, blue, and green masses as the ship shook. She knew that she lost power and was getting sucked into the planets gravitational pull. <br><br><em>Don't panic... Don't panic... Don't panic...</em><br><br>Kori's mind was thinking quickly as to what she needed to do. She was falling and had no way to communicate. The beautiful jewel becoming to look frightening now and all the while kicking herself for not checking to see how much power she had remaining. <br><br>Power.<br><br>It was a crap shoot and it needed energy and well... She may just have enough. Quickly making her way to the back of the ship, Kori went to the power crystals. The ship was tilting, moving quickly and shaking like a leaf in the wind. Making sure she didn't use up too much of her own power was difficult as boxes and crates and other various objects began to move towards her. Some she could dodge, but one was huge and actually crushed her slight against a wall. If it wasn't for the suit it probably would have hurt a lot worse and energizing herself just enough she had the strength to toss it aside. <br><br>If I can just get to them! I have hold them and pour what I have left to turn on the thrusters, maybe a quick shield to help with the impact.<br><br>What felt like eternity were only mere seconds before Kori reached the crystals. Punching in the access code and reaching in to grasp one in each hand. Concentrating while somehow maintaining her calm, Kori began to energize the crystals. Feeling herself grow even weaker as it absorbed what energy she had before releasing them. Vision growing blurry when she closed their container and walked/fell towards the front of the ship. <br><br>"An...Anazi..." Kori says shakily as she hits the blue and yellow button on the console.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, Captain?"</span><br><br>"Turn on the thrusters and activate the shield..."<br><br>"We are going to impact in 45 seconds, Captain. Thrusters will not work with the amount of power we have."<br><br>"Fine... Shield up and hope."<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, Captian."</span><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.sheratononthefalls.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/icewine_7.jpg)<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Niagra Falls</em></span></span><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div></div><br>Cursing in Tamaranean, Star tried to get into seat with difficulty. Bright lights and booms caught her attention as she wondered if she was being fired upon. Looking out the window she saw big, bright sparks appear and something that resembled water. Another curse coming from her mouth as she was too tired now and did her best to brace for impact.<br><br>"Damn...."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 08:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23rd, 2020 | Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 22:10<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Trying to get a better feel of her new home world<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Raven stared out over the water from where she sat perched above Niagra Falls, watching as the people below... did something.&nbsp; She believed they were celebrating some kind of festival, but she honestly wasn't sure.&nbsp; The noise, the number of people and their pressing emotions made it difficult for her to be comfortable among them, so she could only guess at what they were up to.&nbsp; She'd been exploring the world a little on the recommendation of Cyborg after asking for a better source of information on the planet.&nbsp; He'd explained that there was only so much books could tell her, and that practical experience with the Earth would be more valuable.&nbsp; What he hadn't told her is how alien she'd feel out among the civilian population, her manner of dress and speech marking her distinctly as "other" to them after all.&nbsp; Of course, she found them just as alien as they found her, given their peoples had been separated by dimensions for centuries.&nbsp; So, naturally, she'd so far learned next to nothing during her explorations of the place.<br><br>"What a waste of time," Raven muttered, a trickle of irritation slipping past the iron grip she held over her emotions.&nbsp; "I'm not going to learn anything from up here and no one will even look me in the eye, let alone talk to me."&nbsp; She was used to being the outsider back on Azarath and had held a fleeting hope that might change on Earth.&nbsp; So much for that.&nbsp; She looked down at herself, frowning as she did so.&nbsp; New clothes might help, but for the time being she would need to get used to the staring whenever she was out in public.&nbsp; Should she give it another try?&nbsp; Maybe she could... wait.&nbsp; Her gaze moved upward, having noticed an odd reflection in the water below.&nbsp; A light was burning brightly in the sky and growing larger, until it revealed itself to be some kind of meteor that went on to slam right into the middle of the Niagara River.&nbsp; In the split second before impact, however, Raven got a look at the "meteor".<br><br>"That can't be good," the sorceress observed, watching as the deluge of water subsided.&nbsp; The meteor wasn't a meteor at all, but some kind of metallic object that had been surrounded by a burning corona of energy as it fell.&nbsp; Some kind of barrier, perhaps?&nbsp; She honestly had no idea.&nbsp; It would probably be a good idea to investigate, at least, so she separated her Soul Self from her body and descended beneath the water to have a look.&nbsp; It didn't take her long to find the object, as the corona sputtered in and out just long enough for her to spot it.&nbsp; It was obviously some sort of construct, as no natural process would create such a thing, but she still had no idea what it was beyond that fact.&nbsp; Her Soul Self easily passed through the outer shell of the construct, revealing an interior of flashing red lights and some sort of repeating signal.&nbsp; The noise was grating, but she got the sense that the construct was some sort of vessel from observing the interior.&nbsp; Speaking of which, the vessel was taking on water from several breaches in its hull.&nbsp; Best to find any occupants, if they survived the crash.<br><br>"Hello?"&nbsp; The voice that called from her Soul Self echoed through the craft as it drifted along in search of anyone still alive.&nbsp; Yet, strangely, the vessel was largely unoccupied.&nbsp; "Where is everyone?"&nbsp; The vessel was far too large not to have occupants, yet it was almost completely empty.&nbsp; She eventually came to the very end of the craft and finally, finally, she found a single crew member.&nbsp; It was humanoid, largely resembling a human being, save that its skin was an interesting shade of orange instead of the flesh tones Raven was used to seeing.&nbsp; The creature seemed to be female, if its figure was anything to go by, with long red hair that fell well past her waist, and was wearing some sort of tight protective suit.&nbsp; Satisfied that this was the only survivor, Raven enveloped her with a shell of dark energy before ripping one of the breeches wider and carrying the alien woman out.&nbsp; She joined the survivor on the river bank, allowing her Soul Self to rejoin her body before setting her down gently and checking her for injuries.&nbsp; There were none visible, but there was no way to tell if there were any internal ones.<br><br>"Better to be sure," Raven observed, holding her hands over the woman's torso and channeling her powers in an attempt to heal her by taking the pain of any injuries she might have onto herself.&nbsp; "Not the best way to arrive on Earth, but at least you survived the crash."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 00:44:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Giovanni Zatara <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A tasteful black three-piece suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the Drama of the Secret Sanctuary Gathering<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Giovanni waits for Zach to say his piece<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary<br><br><hr><br>Giovanni stood within the house of cards that Zachary's magic had created. The hand on his shoulder kept the old man in place, and his aged green eyes met the golden rage of his nephew's without fear or any sort of expectation. He simply looked like what he was: a weary old man indulging a young one. <br><br>"Say what needs to be said, Zachary." Giovanni entreated Zachary, folding his hands over the head of his cane. It was not said critically or with rebuke for the younger magician, nor with the vexed impatience that characterized Zachary's demands. There was, perhaps, some resignation in the old man, but he was not about to deny Zachary the opportunity to speak. Giovanni mustered what strength and dignity he could, girding himself for the harsh words that he was sure would come, knowing that he deserved no less and would not be spared short shrift by his nephew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 08:13:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">A collab between <strong>Solistair</strong> and <strong>Juggtacular</strong></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IDfx3w5.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Robin and 13<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-18-2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Seattle Docklands<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Gods Amongst Men<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arcade (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsmnIzs8j0g)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">He didn't utilize his speed during the bull rush. Waller had told him to enjoy himself, and that meant focusing his anger, his hatred, his rage, all into a single point. And then...erasing that point from existence. The Intergang leader looked like he could handle himself, so Thirteen didn't bother playing, even though this was him having <em>fun</em>. The leader took note of Thirteen as well, grinning to himself and leaning forward a bit.<br><br>"You did quite a number on my boys, stranger. Hell, I'm so impressed I'll pay you twice what I was payin' all of them, just to stay around and help me run this place. We don't need more than me, you, and some grunts for the light work. Whaddya say?" He'd expected his offer to be refuted, but the suited man didn't even respond. Just told him he was either going to kill him, or bring him in.<br><br>"Well then, guess money can't solve everything. Bring it on, tin can. Ain't no one who can stop me after my upgrades!" When the two collided, it was Thirteen who was victorious in the clash, as he'd ducked low for a brief moment, then uppercut the Interganger hard enough to launch him through the air and into the side of a water tower. Before he could pull himself free, Thirteen pushed off the ground, cracking it beneath him and launching toward the leader.<br><br>&nbsp;During his flight, the eyes on his helmet seemed to open up more, then flared red, and then twin beams of heat launched out, combining into a single large energy beam that hit the man square in the chest. "Arrrrrgh the hell!? Heat vision too?! Who the fuck are you?!" Not only the heat, but the force of the beam pushing against him kept him pinned, then Thirteen landed and leaned down, continuing his assault. He turned off the heat vision and delivered three sharp punches, rocking the man's face each time. Then he blasted him again, watching as the intense heat began to sear his skin and score his tech.<br><br>It only stopped when Intergangers hand shifted into a cannon and pressed itself directly up into the helmets face plate, that he fired, causing a muted explosion that sent Interganger through the back of the tower, and Thirteen sailing back the way he came before crashing down into one of the few vehicles he hadn't already destroyed. "Ain't gonna be that easy, boy. I didn't get to where I am by bein' a pushover."<br><br>When he stood up, the visual apertures for the suit had been damaged, meaning Cadmus could no longer control the intensity of his heat vision. Waller quickly shut that program down for the time being. "Alright then. Thirteen. Go old school. Beat him to death and bring us the body." "Affirmative." He kicked the jeep out of his way, and ignored the sparking of his helmet. He still had a job to do.<br><br>The Interganger hopped out of the rubble he'd been thrown, his combat mask torn off to reveal a bruised face. He had no clue who the person he was facing was but it was obvious that his newest opponent was strong. And that heat vision from before? He only knew of a select bunch of people in the world capable of heat vision. He grinned. <br><br>"Time to git serious!" <br><br>He punched a button on the middle of his chest. Immediately, his exoskeleton seemed to come alive, the gangster groaned as the mechanical contraptions attached to his flesh undulated. The sound of liquid could be heard within the cables around the exoskeleton and as it continued, the super thug looked up at the night sky and emitted a primal roar of pain and anger. <br><br>The man's muscles grew in size and thickness, his eyes becoming feral as his canines protruded from his mouth. If he had been around 7 foot before, he now stood well over 7 foot, his exoskeleton adapting rather than breaking from the strain caused by such spontaneous growth. The tattoos on his face appeared to come alive, coiling around his flesh like constricting snakes, his veins pulsing green. The ogre had become a demon. <br><br>He started to guffaw as he aimed his cannon-hand at Thirteen. The cannon enlarged itself in front of Thirteen's eyes, transforming from a grenade launcher into a howitzer, and from the barrel emerged a powerful burst of fiery light.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Meanwhile, a pile of debris somewhere under the steel of the fallen crane shifted forth to reveal a figure covered in red. There were two types of red on him. One was of cloth. And the other was wet. <br><br>His mask almost torn off in half, his hair slick with his own blood, Damian struggled to stand and so chose to crawl out of there before he was further crushed by the rubble. Once out, he pulled himself up by grabbing ahold of a jagged piece of steel above his head. The pain had grown. It caused him to stumble, eyes blurry. He bumped against the side of a shipping container and slid down, his muscles unable to gather tension, his body becoming limp. <br><br>Damian panted and groaned, sitting alone and bloodied in a corner. Around him were pieces of shrapnel and...flesh. <br><br>There was a voice within him, urging him to sleep, assuring him that when he woke up it'll all be over. He would've chuckled if he could though if he did at that moment, he'd lose even more blood than he'd already lost. The sound of explosions outside alerted him to a fight between the 2 supers. He didn't know if the other being, the one adorned in metal, was good or bad. But what he did know was that it was definitely against Intergang. And, at that moment, taking down the Intergang super took priority. <br><br>Pulling out a needle from his utility belt, he jabbed his arm with the tip. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins and his eyes focused, his senses returning to him. He forced himself off the ground and began to parkour his way out the debris. <br><br><em>Okay. Preptime.</em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Ha. Ha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" While standing amidst the impact crater of his own body, and the contorted, decimated frame of the jeep he'd used as a landing pad, Thirteen started to laugh, then cackle maniacally. His shoulders rolled and he threw his head back at the sound of this opponent "getting serious". "Do you hear it? Do you hear the <em>silence</em>? This is the first time I haven't had a voice in my head. <em>Her</em> voice in my head.<br><br>Telling me what to do. Telling me when to sleep. Telling me when to kill. Now...at least for the <em>right</em> now. I'm free. I'm...sorry? That I have to kill you." Waller chuckled back at her command deck. This was false freedom. An illusion of choice. Thirteen was free to use whatever methods he had available to kill the man, but his job was still to kill him. She'd essentially given him the keys to a Lamborghini but only allowed him to drive it on the practice track. <br><br>Normally someone would pick up on this; <em>especially</em> someone with an off the charts intellect like Thirteen. However, he knew nothing else. He had no comparisons to make between true freedom and what Waller had given him a little sliver of, so not only did he not think to wonder what more there was, he didn't even bother because what he had in the here and now was a million times better than anything he'd ever known.<br><br>Finally, his insane bout of laughter died down, and he got quiet, dead quiet. Now he was simply staring at the Interganger, unknown what was going on behind his mask. In truth, his eyes were narrowing to the point he could peer right through this man, and see all that was going on inside his body. The cybernetics, the Formula X pumping through his veins; the sheer damage his body had taken before Thirteen ever even showed up. His vision returned to normal as the gang leaders body physically altered itself. <br><br>Muscles got bigger, blood vessels tore, even his tattoos seemed to writhe and alter shape. He got muuuuch bigger, and larger, and more ugly. But at the core, he was the same man Thirteen had just kicked up and down the docks.&nbsp; Since the stakes had been upped, Thirteen decided to give him a chance, holding his hands out to his side and inviting whatever attack the man had. He looked, stared even in minute detail as the gun-arm transformed first into a high-powered grenade launcher, but then evolved again, taking on the look of a miniaturized howitzer. <br><br>However, as all Intergang tech was Apokaliptan, it was a make and model he was unfamiliar with. Still, Thirteen stood his ground, waiting for the attack to come. When he fired, a bright golden light emitted from the howitzer's barrel, summoning a miniature boom tube for a few moments before the light vanished. Then a projectile seemingly made from compressed warp energy launched out directly at Thirteen.<br><br>The glowing shell hit him square in the chest, causing him to take a single step back. Then an explosion came from nowhere that engulfed him and the surrounding thirty feet in a mushroom cloud. If the Interganger could see through the fire and smoke, he'd see Thirteen's body blown away, tumbling through the air before cracking into the concrete and digging it up every time he bounced.<br><br>Finally, he slid to a stop, his suit sparking and popping, him, completely still. For long moments, the armored Thirteen didn't move, and it seemed he had been defeated. His helmet was nearly shattered, his suit had a deep scorch mark and the visible damage from the explosion and even the lights running around it flickered like they were running out of power.<br><br>But then, his finger twitched, and that same terrifying laughter from before started up deep in the back of his throat. With seemingly no trouble, he stood up, brushing himself off, and looking directly at his opponent through the wreckage. "You b-b-b-b-bb-r-o-o----o--o-o-ke my hel-hel-hel-helhmmmmmmmm-met". The distortion on his voice was even worse now that his helmet was nearly destroyed and the vocoder was essentially done. He reached up, grabbed what was left, and pulled, ripping it off and tossing it aside.<br><br>Underneath revealed a dark face, glowing red eyes, and a look of pure...rage? Elation? It was hard to tell, but he looked determined if nothing else. "It's my turn, now right? To <em>get serious</em>?" He looked down at his hand, and thick veins popped up underneath his eyes before those red lances struck out again, this time heating up the gauntlet on his right hand until it was white-hot and the metal was beginning to melt. <br><br>When the process was finished, he held up his arm to admire his handiwork, then disappeared, flying so fast toward Interganger that he destroyed ten feet of ground where he'd been standing. His right arm was cocked back, ready to throw a <em>hard</em> haymaker at his jaw, while his left flicked just a bit to exert his telekinetic control over his legs. Not enough to pin him down, but enough to tug at him and draw his attention for just a fraction of a second. Then he was there, in his face, swinging for the fences and roaring at the soon to be corpse who'd given him the best few moments of his young life.<br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Heh. I've prepared for the day when I'd face Superman but I suppose you'll be a good test for the real thing!" the Intergang super snarled. Tapping the right half of his face, his skin turned gray as his eye glowed orange. His arm was composed of his own meta-gene ability but the current transformation was a product of something far more sinister in nature. Apokaliptican tech. <br><br>Registering how fast Thirteen was speeding toward him, the Intergang super thug was unfazed. He was a veteran of countless battles and had faced many metahumans before in his lifetime, including Superman himself during his early days in Intergang. Compared to the Man of Steel, the dark-skinned figure jetting right for him was naught but a perceived nuisance, no doubt a powerful meta but still undeniably...<br><br>"Not fucking scary at all!" he grunted as his arm morphed into a massive warhammer composed of organic metal that glowed orange like his eyes. Empowered by both Formula X and Apokalypse, his artificial right eye calculated the optimal distance from which to swing. His decision had to be made in the milliseconds. And with the heightened senses that Formula X had given him, such a decision was not hard to make. <br><br>The Intergang boss swung his warhammer into Thirteen's body as he came within a striking radius, anticipating the Cadmus super's simple attack with a counter-strike that carried with it devastating kinetic force. The young clone had underestimated his opponent and as alien metal neared his face, the question of who'd be a corpse soon was posed his way.&nbsp; <br><br>"DIE NIG-!"<br><br><strong>POOF!</strong><br><br>A sudden burst of crackling electricity expanded forth from the feet of the Intergang boss just as he and Thirteen neared another. The Apokalyptican pulse within his warhammer instantly dulled along with the glow of his orange eyes. Originating from a small black object embedded in the ground shaped like a bird, the EMP blast emitted waves of electromagnetic radiation that would fry all electrical devices in a radius of 20 feet. Even Thirteen's connection to Cadmus was not safe from the EMP shuriken. <br><br>Damian stood perched upon the mangled wreckage of a shipping container a distance away from the confrontation between Intergang boss and Thirteen.<br><br><em>Fabius Bracken. Aka 'Strongarm'. Ex-Green Beret turned highly paid enforcer for Intergang. His exoskeleton, no doubt derived from Apocalyptican tech, appeared to operate via EM transmission from neural signals to the machine itself. Looks like I was right</em><br><br>Watching the Interganger, apparently known as Strongarm, swing his formerly empowered warhammer at Thirteen, both entities simultaneously engaging in single brute force strikes intended to knock the other unconscious, Damian began to prepare his next set of Birdarangs while guessing which of the brutes would come out on top.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Until now, Thirteen had been mostly ignoring the words of his opponent. Even without his handlers and Waller in his ear, this man had nothing interesting to say to him. But when he heard "Superman", something inside him yelled out in fury.<br><br>&nbsp;A reaction built-in to make him hostile to the Man of Steel, as not only was Thirteen designed to replace him as a government-sanctioned hero, but to potentially kill Superman on the chance he rampaged and turned against humanity and the world. Thirteen was unaware of any of this, and only knew that hearing that name made him want to reach out and crush between his hands until it fell away to tatters in the wind.<br><br>Now, Thirteen didn't care about his arm turning into a hammer, or it glowing orange and pulsing with power. Nor did he care about the further techno-organic transformation he was undergoing. Thirteen only wanted to bring pain. He was even willing to ignore the attack, ready to accept whatever came so he could get his hands on Strongarm.<br><br>At the last moment, electricity pulsed between them and while Strongarm's body and attack were weakened back to their normal levels with no more tech to power him, Thirteen spasmed in the air, seeming to go unconscious while hurtling forward fast enough that he was simply a projectile now. BONK!!! Even without his tech powering his hammer, Strongarm had a mean hook, and it connected with Thirteen's chin, spinning him off to the side to crash through several cargo containers, then skip like a rock before a tugger stopped him. <br><br>He was still for a moment, not even twitching or seeming to breathe. Until finally, a deep breath entered him and he stood up with a roar. He looked around in confusion, as for the first time he could see clearly, with nothing in his head. The voices, the HUD screen. All of it was gone. The EMP had freed him from his bonds, even if only temporarily. But right now, all that left...was <em>rage</em>.<br><br>He looked at Strongarm, rolled his neck, then gestured to a forklift that suddenly hovered into the air and started spinning like a top. When it got so fast it could only be seen as a whirring shape, he threw it, at Strongarm, then followed launched his heat vision at the spinning projectile at the last moment, turning it into a shrapnel fire bomb and a smokescreen. Whether he was affected or not, Thirteen flew off toward Strongarm, cupping both hands into a hammerfist and swinging up towards his chin as he flew through the smoke.</span> <br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Damian played witness to the capabilities of Thirteen as he endured an attack that would've otherwise destroyed a human body. The remaining working lens of his mask captured the scene in front of him, the flames of the masses of rubble strewn across the landscape and the smog so thick it fought the blackness of the night, dulling the humble gaze of the white sphere above in a haze of darkness. <br><br>The body of Strongarm was more than just heavy. It was immense. And it was lifted off the ground from a firm footing by a strike from Thirteen under its chin, sending the Intergang super suspended for the briefest of moments in the air before it was pulled back down by gravity. <br><br><em>Well, now I know who's stronger of the 2</em> Damian thought. <em>That thug, if my memory is correct, which of course it always is, was part of the JLA's most wanted list. The hero assigned to take him down? Superman.</em><br><br>Naturally, there was a distinct feeling of fear within him upon seeing the prone body of Strongarm laying upon charred steel. <em>Dude just got oneshot...</em> <br><br>But his chemical dispensing system was still attached to his body and Damian knew that if the drug within was anything like Venom, it was capable of near-immediate regeneration of even the most fatal of injuries though at the cost of inducing a temporary berserk state on the user. <br><br>Soon enough, Strongarm began to stir. Loudly. He screamed at first. Then, a guttural roar saturated the air as the Intergang boss stumbled upward, his broken chin seemingly ignored as wild eyes stared at Thirteen. Blood seeping from its mouth, he exerted such pressure on the surface he stood upon that the steel wreckage he was on was being crushed. <br><br>A tiny black bird soared through the air and embedded itself on Strongarm's back. <br><br><em>I'll take out the 2 of them in 1 strike.</em> <br><br>Strongarm, in a rather predictable manner, launched himself at Thirteen, his 'strongarm' morphed into a thick drill that rotated so fast it could've pierced diamond. What Damian had not expected however, was the power in which he'd moved. Whatever was the thug's system, it was an extremely potent formula that allowed man to surpass physical limitations.&nbsp; <br><br>When Strongarm neared Thirteen, the Birdarang on his back exploded. A mist of dark green covered the Intergang super. If Thirteen got close, the mist would coat him too. Strongarm cried out and faltered in his steps, stumbling down and shielding himself from Thirteen. Tears wet his cheeks, his vocal chords straining from a constant, pitched scream. He managed to stand up and, still screaming, flail his arms about, his drill-arm sowing destruction on everything in an uncoordinated path of motion. <br><br><em>He's still human.</em> <br><br>Damian had thrown a Birdarang infused with the infamous Fear toxin, working on the assumption that Strongarm was a meta-HUMAN. And it was apparent that he was, the toxin designed specifically to attack the human physiology and cause nightmares to creep out from every crevice the victim saw and haunt them until the effect expired. <br><br>And the 5th Robin had timed the explosion so that the weaponized gas would also reach Thirteen...</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The weight of the impact behind his blows, the reverberation sending shockwaves through Strongarm's body. The blood streaming from the man's injuries. All of those things caused a duality of conscience inside Thirteen. Like his brain was splitting in half on what to do. He could beat him to death and bring him home, following orders. Or he could show him mercy. But...Strongarm wouldn't show him any, would he? He...he wouldn't. No.<br><br>No one shows mercy. Waller had told him that. <em>Shown</em> him that. The rage, and the more malicious side of his psyche won out in the chaos of the entire situation. Thirteen, despite being under his own control, still was under the thumb of his programming. All in the span of seconds, his entire existential crisis had been snuffed out, and he fell firmly on the wrong side of things. His attacks had worked on Strongarm, exceedingly well. <br><br>The forklift exploding hurt even if only slightly, but it allowed Thirteen to use the debris as a smokescreen for the uppercut that sent Strongarm skyward, then left him to fall back to the concrete. He stood there, shoulders heaving while he held his head high in triumph over someone...he might actually enjoy fighting again. He didn't move until the man stirred from his forced slumber, stumbling to his feet and roaring so loud that Thirteen knew something was wrong, as his jaw was broken and hanging at a weird angle. <br><br>Thirteen hopped backward a few feet, observing Strongarm with inquisitive gazes using different vision modes to inspect his body. It was awful what was going on in there, but he'd chosen to do it to himself. Even if Thirteen had been programmed to understand the concept of sympathy, the Intergang leader would get none. He waited for his risen opponent to decide what he wanted, and would respond in kind when he charged.<br><br>The only thing that gave him pause was the tiny black shuriken that came from nowhere and embedded in Strongarm's back flesh. But he soon ignored that too, ready for another scrap. A scrap that didn't come, as green gas started to seep out of the birdarang with the tiny -click- of an ignition starter that only someone with advanced hearing could pick out over all the ruckus. He rushed back in, taking no time to ponder what the mist did to Strongarm to suddenly turn him into a blithering idiot flailing his drill all over the place. <br><br>It only meant his target had an opening to exploit. He easily dodged one of his wild strikes, to catch the drill in his inhuman grip. He looked down at the drill, then the man attached to it, and shook his head in disappointment. Neon blue eyes then turned red, and thin heat rays peered down onto the drill, superheating it before Thirteen raised his elbow and struck down, shattering it halfway.<br><br>It was around that time that the gas got into his nose, his eyes. His pupils dilated, and the world around him turned to absolute, utter darkness. Jut like the tank. Only this time, he was awake. "No. No. No nononononono. NOOOO!!!" Thick veins bulged around his eyes and when he opened them, a beam wider than his face penetrated the clouds, temporarily lighting the sky. Then as he swung around in a panic, it sliced a path of destruction through the docks that only took 2.739 seconds to flash ignite, which caused a massive fire trail and explosion to follow the path of the beams. <br><br>Something in him told him to fight it though, and that he was tougher than that. Something inside him even knew what this <em>fear toxin</em> was. His freakout lasted maybe thirty seconds, but then he seemed to take a deep breath and calm himself, as if he simply overcame the toxin. And it appeared that was just what he did. Strongarm on the otherhand was not so lucky, and was still shrieking in terror, thrashing around like a mental patient on the watchlist. He was no longer a threat, so now he would beat him to death and take him in.&nbsp; Only first...he turned to peer directly at <em>Damian</em>. He didn't move yet. Only stared at him, hidden or not, he looked directly at him, and waited.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Damian shivered from a chill that coursed throughout his spine. The <span class="bbc_u">being</span> who had just bested one of the American underworld's most elite fighters was currently staring at him. His time spent accompanying Batman during Justice League missions had made him well acquainted with the capabilities of superhumans. And superbeings. <br><br>There was not a single shred of doubt within Robin regarding the sensory ability of Thirteen. He'd seen what Thirteen was capable of. And, he knew that Thirteen had not been pushed by Strongarm. No, not even close. A few knockarounds that could be attributed to the kinetic force of Strongarm's blows rather than any actual damage. <br><br><em>If he is a living, breathing being...or just an android of some kind...there are no visible signs of damage I can see...no bleeding, no bruises, no open wires, no nothing.</em><br><br>His mind calculated right then and there the estimated damage output of a man like Strongarm, taking into account his chemical steroid, which Damian substituted as Venom, and his meta-gene ability. The result? <br><br><em>He is no human. He ain't even superhuman. He's a goddamn entity.</em><br><br>Hopping down the ledge he'd been crouched atop, Damian trudged forward over the rubble amidst the screams of the maddened Strongarm. Pulling one of the few remaining Birdarangs he possessed from his utility belt, he hurled it in a single, smooth action. <br><br>And it embedded itself within the target. Deep. <br><br>Strongarm screamed one last time before an explosion rocked his cranium bone and knocked him unconscious again though this time, he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. The Birdarang jutted out of his back, it had been a non-lethal attack. Just how Damian had intended it to be. He didn't want to kill the man. If anything, he wanted Strongarm <span class="bbc_u">alive</span> so that he could be questioned and more information could be gleaned from him regarding the activity of Intergang and other criminal organizations in America and possibly beyond. <br><br>Yet, Damian had never intended to capture Strongarm the moment he had embarked upon this mission. In fact, he had actually wanted to AVOID the super thug. It was another reminder for the teenage Robin that things don't always conform perfectly to a plan. Especially when it comes to crimefighting. <br><br>Looking back at Thirteen, he hesitated for a second. He'd mentally recorded the effects of the Fear toxin on the black-skinned man. It had been exactly 29.5 seconds. 29.5 FUCKING seconds. And, after watching Thirteen fight, he doubted the reason was that he was a legendary master of martial arts. <br><br><em>No, he's just too fucking super.</em><br><br>But Damian hadn't stopped thinking. Working under the very likely assumption that he was as much a threat to Thirteen as an ant, at least in this situation, he knew there was only one feasible approach that could get him out of possibly being pinched to death by Thirteen. Or being crippled for life. That was also one of the hundreds of scenarios he envisioned.<br><br>Dropping his mask on the ground and raising his arms, a universal sign of disarmament, Damian called out to Thirteen, <strong>"I mean you no harm, friend. My name's Robin. I'm with the Justice League."</strong> He nodded at the unmoving body of Strongarm, <strong>"I just want him. Then, I'm leaving. Whatever you've come here for, you can have it. We are not enemies. We are friends."</strong><br><br>His language was simple. Direct and to the point. Damian was working under the probability of Thirteen not being human, at least a mainstream human, and if that was the case, he'd focus on both body language and verbal tone that indicted passiveness. If he'd known he'd be facing a being like Thirteen that night, a scenario like the one he was currently facing could have been avoided. However, he had not. Damian just hoped his oversight would not cost him his life. <br><br><em>At the very least, if he attacks me, my mask will survive this night.</em> He forced a friendly smile. <em>I hope he'll go for the head and not rip my fucking body in half...</em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">He didn't care much at all as the new man threw an explosive into the back of Strongarm's skull and knocked him out. He was more interested in the unknown quantity for now. The entire time he and Damian stared, they were analyzing one another. <br><br>However, Thirteen's was far more intrusive. While Damian put pieces together about what stood before him, and just how powerful it was, Thirteen saw things like the amount of broken and fractured bones Damian had in his body. How many of his blood vessels had burst from excessive blunt force trauma; how his lungs were scorched and swollen from smoke inhalation. Skull fracture. Orbital contusion. <br><br>Multiple lacerations. The fact that he wasn't unconscious was incredible. Him moving around and being completely coherent was nearly impossible for an ordinary human. He still didn't move as the newest Robin approached him, nor did he move as he removed his mask and held his hands up in a sign of surrender. Thirteen could have been mistaken for a statue if his hulking frame wasn't still heaving up and down ever so slightly with every breath. His training was perfect, and this would have been a standard, highly effective solution for almost anyone. <br><br>The man before him was the property of one of the few groups in the world who not only hated the League but had the means to combat them. In Thirteen's head was a computer's worth of data about the League, it's members, everything Cadmus had. <br><br>Superman was Omega Priority, but that didn't mean the rest of them weren't important. Introducing himself was probably one of the most dangerous things Robin had ever done, as Thirteen's head twitched violently for a few moments before returning to normal. <br><br>Without the helmet to reinforce his programming, he only <em>wanted</em> to tear him to pieces. He didn't actually do it. He slowly turned away from Robin when he explained that he considered them friends, and only wanted Strongarm, while Thirteen could take whatever it was he came for. <br><br>Without speaking, he raised a hand in the direction of the stolen equipment, and among groans and shrieks of metal scraping against concrete, every single piece raised into the air and was then hovered into a cargo container, then that container was sealed and hovered up to float a good fifteen feet in the air, stock-still as if waiting for orders. <br><br>"They call me...Thirteen. I think...I think that's my name. Or designation...doesn't matter. I am what they say I am. What <em>she</em> says I am." For a moment, Thirteen contemplated letting Robin take the man. Then the crackling of his earpiece returned and Waller was yelling in it. <br><br>An entire tirade, more than usual even. And it ended with her telling him to take the Metahuman, or she'd detonate the charge in his neck and start over. Normally that wouldn't have bothered him, but he knew it had that stuff that made him sick inside it. That could definitely kill him, and then his life would be over. And as awful as it was...it was his. <br><br>"Understood." With another look at Strongarm, he raised his hand, summoning him across the ground tumbling and rolling until he bounced off the concrete and Thirteen caught him by the arm. "Orders. He comes with me too. You get to go free. She doesn't want you...yet." Turning on his heel, he slowly began to fly away, only to stop and look over his shoulder. <br><br>"Goodbye...Robin." Flying off toward the cloaked ship flying above the clouds, he wondered what a <em>friend</em> was, and why it made his chest feel funny? "Thirteen returning to transport. All assets succesfully recovered; all opposition...eliminated."</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Thirteen..."</strong> Damian whispered.<br><br><em>Is there more of him?!</em><br><br>At the end of the day, though it was not exactly the preferred outcome but it was nonetheless a positive outcome. He'd come away with his life. Being this close to him, having the opportunity to witness an array of godlike powers coming from a single being and come away with it alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. <br><br>He would still require an immediate medical, his body wracked by injuries that would've incapacitated a regular human being. Only the will of his mind drove him onward. Otherwise, he would've collapsed a long time ago. <br><br>Chuckling weakly, aware that he didn't really have much of a say in the matter, he relinquished custody of the villain, <strong>"Heh, well, a good soldier follows orders, eh?"</strong><br><br>Besides overwhelming physical traits, Damian realized Thirteen also possessed telekinetic abilities of a respectable level. He pondered how exactly such a powerful mix of powers could belong to a single humanoid being. After Raven's sudden appearance in Gotham, he speculated on Thirteen being an otherworldly monster like the pale-skinned sorceress he'd encountered. <br><br><em>Great, another overly powerful alien to deal with.</em><br><br>He remained stationary on the same spot even after Thirteen had flown away a while ago. There were clues within the black super's dialogue. Clues he instinctively knew could set the foundation for an entirely new investigation into the superbeing called 'Thirteen'.<br><br><strong>"ARGH!"</strong><br><br>Damian fell on one knee and coughed out a glob of blood. He felt weak. Too weak. His plane, the Birdplane, was already on the way to his location to extract him. Meanwhile, the faint sirens of cop cars reached his ears. The dark-haired teen looked around him, surveying his surroundings. There was only destruction and death. <br><br>With a grim face, he managed to stand up, albeit shakily. Picking up his mask, half of it missing, he knew there was a new threat in town to contend with. And, he'd already compiled an idea of what exactly he was up against. <br><br><em>Black ops jargon infers state-sanctioned actor or maybe a highly organized terrorist cell. Mention of 'transport' indicates substantial operational support. And this 'she' he repeatedly mentions...I suspect his handlers were watching the whole thing unfold this entire time...</em> <br><br>He coughed again and clutched at his chest, his hand trembling. The pain seemed to rise and fall. It was agonizing. When his aircraft arrived, he slowly stepped up the ramp and felt his legs go limp, collapsing upon the pilot's seat. Autopilot was already on so he didn't have to do anything more as his plane began the trip back home.&nbsp; <br><br>Damian inserted his USB into his plane's computer system. A holographic display flashed up before him. A myriad of documentation appeared, without a doubt confusing for those unfamiliar with reading such information. He scrolled through the library and accessed the most recent dockings. He blinked. <br><br><strong>"Washington...DC."</strong></span><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>END?</em></span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 08:26:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Lightning.3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> One or the other: check the pics<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Harbor Docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pissed off light-skin: Let's blow this popsicle stand!!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Problems (Snow tha Product) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj7Q5wU-GKI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><br><hr><br>Was it a law that Virgil <strong>HAD</strong> to give voice to snarky commentary while beating the snot out of a known criminal element? Jennifer was unsure if that was the case though she knew for certain that plenty of so called heroic types did exactly that if for no other reason than to put their foe off their pace. She did not have it within her to do any such thing though. She had always preferred to silently do what had to be done and then get gone before anyone noticed she'd left. The joy of being quiet, no one noticed you'd gone missing until long after the fact.<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I'm not Superman, but I'm bulletproof too, dummy. <em>Static</em>? Hello? Come on, at least be smart criminals."</span><br><br>That particular volley of words brought a small smile to the young woman's face even as she zipped close enough to cover the milling crew from the other side. She did not worry about <strong>him</strong> missing whatever (or whomever) he had in sight nor did she think about any sort of ricochet. Instead, she concentrated and allowed her stored energy to release itself in controlled blasts, hitting those who attempted to flee with strong enough jolts of electricity to momentarily stop their breathing or their hearts, though not strong enough by any stretch of the imagination to kill.<br><br>She was not a killer.<br><br>Gunfire rang out, multiple shots coming her way, but just like the energy she fed from, she was long gone before any reached their destination. Instead, she went high and continued her assault, only stopping once the group was down. With a small dissatisfied frown, she glanced toward the man who was seemingly still in his element, collecting gasps, shouts and guns in equal measure. She understood that, for the most part, this particular battle was over yet she hesitated.<br><br>Would he need anything else? <br><br>Slowly, she allowed herself to return to the floor of the large warehouse, her form still covered by the flare of energy. As soon as she touched down, small feet moved quickly as she gathered the guns of those she had downed, tossing the firearms out of arms reach or toward the man who still hovered above it all. When everyone was disarmed, she allowed the lightning which wreathed her form to dissipate for a moment, giving no thought to her appearance.<br><br>A small sigh broke the silence as she moved among the downed men and women, checking for a pulse on those who had not shifted their positions in the span of time she'd taken to rid them of their weapons. Finally, she glanced up at the young man and proffered a small smile. "These are down for the count. I will shift and make sure none remain hidden..."<br><br>Then, she was gone, electrical currents once more sheathing her frame as she flew toward an office where lights had remained on, obviously on another breaker of some kind, probably due to computers or whatever they used to keep track of their "inventory".&nbsp; No bioelectrical signatures made themselves known, even as she moved further into the warehouse, which meant that none beyond those who had been brought low remained. A quiet sigh escaped her and with no conscious thought, she moved to intercept Static.<br><br>"No one else here. Status?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 11:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the meeting<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A concerned nephew.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Giovanni, Open<br><hr><br>Zach removed his hand from Giovanni's shoulder and gestured toward a chair of cards. "Please uncle, have a seat before you faint on me or whatever the hell your sickness is!"<br><br>He then retracted his hand and pushed back his hood so that his uncle could see his face. "When were you going to tell me about this? After you were six-feet in the ground? Is it even terminal?"<br><br>Zach didn't talk about the Justice League, Young Justice, or any of the drama that had occurred previously. He didn't bring up how Giovanni had shared his disappointment in him. None of that mattered. His uncle was weak and sick, and he had made his condition apparent to everyone--to all who had no business knowing. What was he thinking?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 00:42:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Giovanni Zatara <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A tasteful black three-piece suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the Drama of the Secret Sanctuary Gathering<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Giovanni speaks<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary<br><br><hr><br>Giovanni took the seat that Zachary gestured to. The older magician smoothed out his trousers and balanced the cane on his legs. "The sickness is terminal. At least . . . in the sense that there are no avenues for treatment that I would consent to." The old man qualified. In the world they lived in there were always options but the costs were not always commensurate with the gain. <br><br>He paused and considered. "I am not sure when I would have told you, if ever. I hoped to better hide it from you today, because I knew you would see it as an attempt to compel you with guilt into taking part in super heroics. The Batman warned me that I would not be able to, but my pride got the better of me." Giovanni said after several moments thought. "The League has known for some time, but I owed that to them because I work with them every day and we are placed in situations where our lives depend upon each other. If they asked I would have stepped down, but they allowed me to continue. The vote was unanimous. I might have told you earlier - I tried - but my foolishness has created such a gulf between us that I was forced to compel you into my presence."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 01:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the meeting<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A concerned nephew.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Giovanni<br><hr><br>The news hit Zach hard. He looked away from his uncle, gazing up at the ceiling briefly so that the tears that threatened to fall would roll back behind his eyes. "It was always you and Zatanna. Going around. Saving the day. You didn't even think about me. You had no reason to. I'm not your kid."<br><br>Zach turned his back to his uncle as he receded into his reminiscent memories. "I have always been alone. I had to learn about this power all by myself. Zatanna showed me a few things, but she was busy like you. So when you called on me today…"<br><br>His hands clenched into fists as his face contorted with a mixture of feelings: anger and grief for his dying uncle. "What did you fucking expect? The Great Zatara suddenly summoning me to some fucking super hero boys and girls club!"<br><br>Zach turned to face him. His face was flushed red in his rage. "I have always been a solo act! And you thought that was going to fucking change because you're dying? I guess Zatanna is taking your place, and then I'm supposed to be taking hers in the Mickey Mouse club! This doesn't change much."<br><br>He took a moment to breathe. "Except that you trust the Justice League more than family. If you hadn't summoned me, then you would have done what you've always done. You would have remained out of my life, and you would have died…"<br><br>He couldn't hold them back anymore. The tears poured down his cheeks. "I would have found out later. Zatanna would have probably told me, but that doesn't change the fact that you weren't going to fucking tell me!"<br><br>Zach kicked over one of the chairs that immediately collapsed into a pile of cards. He bowed his head as he realized some irony. His shoulders shook and soon he was laughing. "Look at you...with all your fucking power, you can't even stand on your own. Why don't you just use your magic to make the sickness go away? Heal yourself."<br><br>He then marched over to Giovanni, grasping his shoulders. He yelled at him, "Do you want to die? Heal yourself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 02:27:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Giovanni Zatara <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A tasteful black three-piece suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the Drama of the Secret Sanctuary Gathering<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Giovanni speaks<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary<br><br><hr><br>"I wanted you with me, and with Zatanna." Giovanni said, and although it was true he doubted that Zachary would believe. He had ample reason not to. "You did not have to learn the magic alone, but I was too set in my ways to realize that how I came to magic and the terms I set were not terms that you would accept. I accept my share of the blame. I am not your father and your are not my son. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. I share closer ties with members of the Justice League than I do with you, and I regret that. I allowed myself to justify throwing away what we have and might have had for reasons that are petty and small."<br><br>He let out a long breath. "If I thought that my dying would change anything, I would have told you, Zachary. But I did not think that. I do not think I have any right to think that my life or death would be any reason to sway you in any direction. I have been terrible family to you, Zachary."<br><br>The older magician was genuinely surprised to see Zachary's tears. The old man simply did not think that he mattered enough to Zachary, nor that he was worthy of Zachary's tears after everything that he had done and not done. <br><br>"Zatanna is not my chosen heir. It is true that she is my daughter and I shared more time with her . . . but I wanted it to be you, Zachary. I see things in you that I do not in Zatanna. You have a strength that she does not. If you and she changed places, and you had her life and she yours . . . things would be very different. You are strong enough, became strong enough, to endure and overcome everything that set itself in your path. I fear where Zatanna would be without my guidance and instruction. Perhaps a slave to Klarion or Wotan, or her soul in the hands of some demon or devil." He watched Zachary kick at one of the chairs and watched it become a pile of cards. A realization came to Zachary in that moment and Giovanni nodded when the young man shared it with him. The Great Giovanni Zatara could not even stand without assistance. Giovanni glanced down at the pile of cards as Zachary demanded that the old magician use his magic to heal himself. He looked up when Zachary grasped his shoulders and yelled in his face.<br><br>Giovanni gave the young man a soft smile. "But you said it yourself, my boy. I lack even the power to stand on my own. What could I do in the face of a sickness that defies the greatest medical minds of our age? My powers even at their height were never the equal of yours, and I am long past that now. I spent much of my magic and myself almost a year ago, to help bar the demon lord Trigon from our dimension. <br><br>"You asked me what I expected would happen today, and it was largely this. I did not expect this heart to heart, but otherwise, this is what I expected. But what I hoped? Ah, Zachary, we live in such a world . . . I hoped for a miracle, for a fool's wish to be granted. But even magic has limits."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 08:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary -&gt; Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Artemis<br><br><hr><br>Within the Secret Sanctuary, Lor Zod sat by himself in the mainframe room. To all outward appearances, Zod was simply staring blankly at the large monitor and ignoring the dozens of audio feeds that were playing through speakers. This was only partially true. By virtue of his Kryptonian super-senses, Zod was paying attention to all of it, and allowing his subconscious to filter out information that was not worth following - for example, a robbery in Metropolis that was swiftly resolved by the local law enforcement, or a fire in Detroit that was contained by a local meta and fire fighters. The sudden and abrupt silence from one feed drew Zod's attention, and he worked at the keyboard to bring up other feeds to compensate. <br><br>Soon his attention was focused on a weapons testing facility in Star City that belonged to Queen Industries. Although the left-leaning Oliver had done what he could to divest his company of its arms-manufacturing portfolio, he had not entirely managed to do so. The facility in question was purposed with the development and testing of non-lethal and less lethal weaponry for deployment against normal humans and metahumans alike. Zod utilized the extremely user friendly interface to locate camera and audio feeds near those that had gone black, but the quality of those feeds was very low - few invested in surveillance technology as sophisticated and high quality as what monitored the Queen Industries facility. Zod queried the facility's phone lines and in- and out-going communications, but there was nothing indicating alarm. That gave the Kryptonian pause.<br><br>The Sanctuary fed Zod video from a nearby civilian drone, hacking the device and displaying a short-lived and blurry image before the feed from the drone was terminated. Before the picture was abruptly cut, Zod was treated to what looked like six figures in white on a flat, white rectangle. The monitor helpfully extrapolated that a possible identification as some iteration of the Royal Flush Gang.<br><br>Zod rose from his seat. His cape flared behind him with his motions, and the hulking Kryptonian made his way to the Sanctuary's hangar. He keyed open the hangar door and took flight into the night sky. The hangar doors would close after his departure by automated command. As Zod took to the air there was no joy or elation at being free from the shackles of gravity and able to move at will in three dimensions. It was his Kryptonian brithright and in the main Zod took such things as a matter of course. Zod took a fraction of a second to take his bearings, and then flew at many times the speed of sound towards Star City. He was careful to fly at an altitude that did not put him in the path of any aircraft or put his wake in the path of any aircraft. <br><br>There was a certain amount of peace flying faster than the speed of sound. It filtered out some, but not all, sensory information. Zod could compensate for it but in the moment he welcomed the decrease in input. But all too soon that luxury was gone as he slowed his flight, coming to a stop above Star City. He was casually able to perceive twelve crimes in progress simply hovering there, and likely could have found more if he concentrated. Only one truly merited a response, and Zod focused his arctic vision and with extreme care fired twin blasts of sub-zero cold down to the ground. The blasts impacted a man wielding a knife who was suddenly encased in ice, the tip of his knife inches away from plunging into the chest of his victim. Zod carefully measured the force of his arctic vision so that the knife-wielder was paralysed and unable to move, but not completely encased in ice - his head was not obstructed and he could still breath. If he were not attended to quickly he might suffer frostbite but there was little danger he would die. <br><br>Zod turned and descended, taking himself closer to the Queen Industries facility that had attracted his attention in the first place. It had very typical hallmarks of a secure tech facility - security check points, chain link fences, and so forth. The guards that Zod detected had been rendered unconscious by a chemical compound. Their vital signs were stable, and a program had been introduced into the security systems to provide the required all clear information at the proscribed intervals. <br><br>The hulking Kryptonian was also treated to a clearer vision of the drone's feed. There were five figures on what looked like a giant playing card. One of the figures quite large - larger than Zod himself - and a quick glance revealed it to be an advanced android. The other four figures were humans with technological devices. <br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Dr2zLzP.jpg?1)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 10:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the meeting<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> House of Cards<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Last words<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Giovanni<br><hr><br>Zachary said nothing further. His hands instead left Giovanni's shoulders to cross as his arms coiled around him in an embrace. The young magician held the older one as though he never had the opportunity to do so and it could probably be the last time he had the chance. It was a warm and firm embrace that lasted about twenty seconds but to Zach it seemed longer. He released him and stepped back.<br><br>Zach grasped his hood and pulled it up over his head. "I'm going to do things my way," he told Giovanni.<br><br>Normally, Zach would have probably gloated for being considered superior to his cousin, but he didn't necessarily agree. Zatanna's influence may have been smaller in range, but it could affect everyone and everything within it, while his larger influence had a better effect on inanimate and simple organisms. The Great Zatara's final expectations. He had wanted him to be his heir and take his spot in the Justice League. He talked about him as though he knew him despite how little they ever interacted.<br><br>Zach removed his box of cards and held the opening upwards. "Goodbye uncle."<br><br>The cards of the House of Cards leapt into the air and arched downward into a ribbon that began to deposit itself within the box. Like a thread of yarn being pulled, the house shrank from the top down until every card was safely packed away. Zach closed it and tucked it away, revealing their location to be a random alley in Metropolis. The teen walked away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 20:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://oraclesdccomicsencyclopedia.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/starfire8-e1398412125516.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Koriand'r | Starfire<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Space suit as shown <br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23, 2020| Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2210<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <strong>Tamaranian Language</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven, Open<br><hr><br>The impact jostled Kori around as she went unconscious. Not realizing that the ship was taking on water and her impending doom was near. The abyss of her mind had her suspended in nothingness as a chill was creeping up on her. There was no sense of time within the darkness as Kori thought she was going to be swallowed up when the chill began to disappear. A soft glow was enveloping her as a faint voice could be heard as she sat up and within herself, ran towards it.<br><br><em>"Not the best way to arrive on Earth, but at least you survived the crash."</em><br><br>A groan passed Kori's lips as the corners of her eyes twitched. Slowly her eyes opened to expose the green, slightly dull eyes that shown that the woman was exhausted. The vision was blurry at first as she tried to focus on the figure above her that was dressed in such strange clothes that seemed to blend in with the darkness around them. <br><br><strong>"Where am I?"</strong> Kori asks her. The language sounded rough, guttural even as she tries to turn to her side. <strong>"And whoever you are, thank you for saving me."</strong><br><br>Kori couldn't understand what the other person said before, but maybe they would know hers? After all Tamaranian was a popular planet in her system and surely everyone has heard of it? Loud bangs and sounds of sparks reached her ears as the ground glowed from the fireworks above her. She jumped up and tackled the cloaked figure with their body as she forced her body past its capacity. Making her eyes glow green and her hair began to glow. A starbolt, and a weak one at that, formed in her hand as she surveyed the area. Waiting for someone to come out attacking. <br><br><strong>"We are being attacked. Stay down."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 22:17:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23rd, 2020 | Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 22:10<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cold, tired, and now tackled by an alien speaking gibberish<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Raven let out a quiet sigh as she finished healing the alien woman, feeling tired, bruised, and cold once she did so.&nbsp; At least the pilot of the crashed ship was waking up, so hopefully she'd get some answers.&nbsp; Except she was speaking in a language Raven didn't recognize and had no idea how to even begin to translate, leaving her to frown as she puzzled over what to do next.&nbsp; Thankfully her indecision didn't last as suddenly the alien tackled her and pinned her down, reacting like she was expecting to be attacked.<br><br>"Ow."&nbsp; Raven stared up at the pilot, frowning as she watched her summon a flickering aura around one hand, some kind of energy meant for an attack most likely, and wondered what had set her off.&nbsp; She didn't sense anyone nearby, but there could be something beyond her ability to detect.&nbsp; "You mind getting off of me?&nbsp; Your injuries were a little painful, so now I feel like <em>I</em> was in the crash instead of you."&nbsp; She took a moment to look around briefly.&nbsp; "No one's there, if that's what you're worried about.&nbsp; So... put the blaster away and let me up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 23:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/7a/f3/427af3fdab8bb18755206eebdda98b25.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne | Robin<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Robin Costume <br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23, 2020| Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2210<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Another sexy space lady?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven, Starfire<br><br><hr><br>US Air Force satellites had lit up Robin's computer, crimson warning signs flashing repeatedly on his screen. Yet, the computer screen was one of the dozens in Damian's room within the Sanctuary and, since he didn't have Spider senses, he would not have noticed them at all if it had not been for the accompanying sound effects. <br><br><strong>BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Reluctantly pulling his face out of a self-help book titled, "Effective Teamwork", he bounded over to the computer, annoyed that the activity Alfred had assigned him to was being interrupted for a random event he had not planned for. Yet, the magnitude of what was occurring soon dawned on him. With a grin, he donned the costume nearest to him and pounded a message to the Canadian military. <br><br><strong>"The Justice League will handle this one. Namely, ME!"</strong> <br><br>Sprinting through the Sanctuary, he entered the hangar and was beholden to the sight of multiple planes, each one military-grade and capable of competing with the fighter jets of any nation's air force. And all of them belonged to yours truly. <br><br><em>Options, options, options...</em> <br><br>Going with his favorite black and red Birdplane, he hopped into the cockpit and ignited the thrusters. Within seconds, he was soaring through the skies toward Canada. Pulling up live satellite imaging of the specific location the unidentified object from space had landed. Smackbang in the middle of Niagara Falls, one of the most popular tourist destinations in the world, Robin enhanced the image-feed. <br><br><em>2 figures...is that Raven?!</em> <br><br>Bypassing Canadian airspace at top speed, having already notified their air force of his presence, he slowed his plane's approach as it neared the Falls, eventually reducing velocity to just a hover above where Starfire and Raven were. Activating a scan of the area, Damian smirked as he clicked a button on his cockpit. A black, spherical object appeared at the top of his plane and from it, invisible electromagnetic waves pulsed out continuously. It was an EMP weapon and soon, anyone and everyone who had their phones out to record the very much public arrival of Starfire would find their devices being fried. Permanently. <br><br>Opening the ramp of his plane, Damian spread his cape and leaped out. He glided in a steady descent toward the river bank. His eyes immediately widened upon seeing Starfire speartackle Raven. <br><br><strong>"Raven! Let her go, alien!"</strong> <br><br>Descending with a soft landing in front of both of them, pulling out 2 Birdarangs from his utility belt, he looked Starfire up and down. Damian inquisitively raised an eyebrow. <strong>"Hm, is it just me or are alien girls more hot than alien?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 23:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Giovanni Zatara <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A tasteful black three-piece suit<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the Drama of the Secret Sanctuary Gathering<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Some dreary Metropolis alley<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Parting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary<br><br><hr><br>Giovanni returned Zachary's embrace. It took a few seconds for the old man to recover from the surprise, but when the embrace was returned it was equally warm and as firm as it could be. The magician nodded when Zachary announced that he would do things his own way, and he smiled softly. Perhaps a little sadly. <br><br>"Goodbye, nephew." Giovanni answered and did not try to stop Zachary, true to his word. Giovanni stood before the chair disappeared, and he watched Zachary walk away. When the young magician was out of sight, Giovanni heard the sound of a match being struck, followed a sharp inhalation of breath. The scent of cheap tobacco filled the air, and Giovanni felt the warm feelings that Zachary's hug had elicited melt away to be replaced by annoyance. Still, the old magician stiffened his back and straightened his shoulders, mustering his dignity.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After the Zatara&nbsp; family heart to heart<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> An alley in Metropolis<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smoking a kipper, skipper<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"Well, old son, was it the Christmas miracle you hoped for?" Constantine asked, moving out of the shadows to stand beside the old magician. The blond man lazily blew smoke rings. He was met with silence, and so he took another slow drag. The man sighed.<br><br>"Well, go on. Needle me, tell me I was wrong, and you were right." Giovanni said with terse impatience. Constantine flicked some ash off the end of his cigarette, and shook his head.<br><br>"Maybe in a fortnight, squire - you're gutted enough and I don't have the heart for it right now." Constantine replied. He balanced the cigarette in his lips and pulled a flask out of his breast pocket. He retrieved the smoke from his lips and took the cap off of the flask, taking a quick nip and offering it to the old magician, who took it and took a small drink himself before passing it back. <br><br>"He'll be alright, won't he?" Giovanni asked. John played for time by taking a drag and exhaling through his nostrils.<br><br>"Be proper tosh to lie to a dying old man, mate. Let's go have a pint and take the piss out of whatever shite's on the pub tele, eh?" Constantine wound an arm around Giovanni's shoulder. "Maybe we'll be two jammy lads and find a place with some proper scrummy food. Lord knows we earned it."<br><br>"But-"<br><br>"Ah, let that wait, squire. Old Johnny'll see to it, one way or another." The blond man said but Giovanni did not find himself comforted. Still, he let himself be led away. <br><br>Giovanni Zatara and John Constantine did not find food that was proper scrummy, nor did they find a place that served beer warm as John insisted that God intended. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 00:54:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2100<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fight Club<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>After talking to his uncle, Zach needed a drink and to kick someone's ass and there was only one place on Earth where he could get both without the cops getting involved. On a highrise rooftop in Mammoth City sat New Jersey's equivalent to the Salty Splatoon called <strong>Heaven's Undercarriage</strong>. Not many knew about it even though the place wasn't a secret. It hid in plain sight above the heads of the rest of the world. Zach had heard about it--a dive bar full of aliens, freaks, metas, and monsters. That night was the perfect night for him to go and vent.<br><br>Zach walked passed rows of motorcycles not all from this world or plane of existence. There was a bouncer at the door twice his height and twice as ugly. His large arms were crossed before his chest as he glowered at the hooded man who approached him. He looked like a normy and how he found his way to this place confused him. The bouncer's upper lip cocked in disgust and his red eyes gleamed with irritation.<br><br>Zach removed a card from his hoodie pocket and held it up for the bouncer to see. The bouncer violently slapped it out of his hand and spat, "Whatcha' doin' here punk? How'd you find out about this place?"<br><br>Zach's hand returned to his pocket as he answered simply, "The same way you did."<br><br>The bouncer's right eye twitched and his face contorted into something uglier than what it was before. "You trynna' get smart with me?"<br><br>"My answer was intelligent to you? You would make a good contestant on Wheel of Fortune; and yes, I was making fun of you in case you couldn't figure that out."<br><br>The bouncer hissed and took a threatening step forward. His hands were opening and closing in his aggravation. "I'm gonna throw you off this roof!"<br><br>Zach's lips curled from beneath the shadow of his hood. "Not if I throw you first. <em>Mih ssot</em>."<br><br>The bouncer suddenly felt his clothes tighten as though an invisible hand had grabbed hold of them. He was then sent flying over the side of the roof. Zach held out his hand as his ID card flipped back into it. He tucked it away, stepped over to the door, and let himself in. As soon as he stepped through the door, the loud clamor dwindled into silence as several hateful eyes stared his way. They could hear the fading <em>Fuuuuuaaaaaaaack!</em> over his shoulder.<br><br>"Your doorman had an accident," Zach told the bartender who was giving him a raised brow. After a second, the noise resumed. Zach walked over to the counter and didn't bother showing his ID. He took a seat upon a stool and ordered, "Get me a vodka with a wedge of lime on the rocks."<br><br>The bartender had looked like a "normy" just like him--late forties, beer gut, red flannel shirt, and blue jeans. But Zach figured that the dogs weren't going to bite the hand that feeds. As the bartender prepared a glass, he had to ask, "Your friends tell you about this place?"<br><br>Zach removed his phone and started searching for some videos to take his mind off of his shitty day/night. The bartender couldn't tell if he was ignored or the guy didn't hear him. He didn't ask again. He set the glass before him and warned, "It's dangerous here. You know that?"<br><br>"That's why I'm here and maybe you should be warning other people."<br><br>The bartender watched Zach take a sip from his glass and resume watching his phone. It wasn't everyday a teenager came into his bar, and deep down, he felt a little protective of him. Just as he was turning to grab another glass, he paused and felt his heart skip at the bouncer's sudden return. "Look out!"<br><br>A heavy hand clapped down on Zach's shoulder, jarring his entire body. The bouncer's back was torn up, bloodied, and had glass and metal shrap protruding from it as though he had landed on a car. Zach's eyes flicked up from his phone in a start; and before he had a chance to do anything further, he was flying. The air rushed swiftly around him before a loud crash filled his ears. A sharp pain bit into his back as glass shattered all around him. The building was soon moving away from him and then rising. His clothes flapped in the breeze as his stomach sank during his plummet. Zach's eyes were white with alarm and his heart was hammering wildly in his chest.<br><br><em>POTS!</em><br><br>Zach's body halted in mid-air as the glass continued to fall passed him into the glowing yellow lights below. His arms and legs were outstretched and his clothing was oscillating in the currents of his magic. A pent up breath exploded from his mouth as he closed his eyes and eased his head back. His chest was rising and falling with his pants. He almost died, and if he wasn't a magician, then he knew he would have. A slow grin crept on his face as he started to laugh. He didn't know why he thought that was funny, but he couldn't help it. What a lucky break.<br><br><em>Pu.</em><br><br>Zach rose into the air, soaring back to heaven after his fall. He extended his foot and stepped back onto the ledge. Once he felt the weight of gravity bearing down on him again, his stance sank a little as he groaned. His hand went behind his neck and between his shoulders to feel a dampness and the prickle of glass. Bringing his hand back before his eyes, he saw the blood that soaked his fingers, and then glanced back to the bouncer through the gap where the door used to be. The bouncer was stomping on Zach's phone when he noticed the silhouette standing outside. Both the bouncer and the bartender were stunned to see Zach alive.<br><br>Zach's amber eyes were smoldering with anger and excitement as he stared down the bouncer. His hand slipped into his hoodie pocket and removed his deck of cards. The corner of Zach's mouth quirked with mischief. He removed the deck and dropped the box upon the ground.<br><br>"You fucked with the wrong guy," Zach threatened as his lips cracked into a malevolent grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 01:39:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zpIqAT8.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wonder Woman<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Amazonian Armor<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon-ish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wonder Woman broaches the touchy subject of Raven's origins<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Wonder Woman Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imc_qG8Re2Q)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Wonder Woman ushered Raven into a private room in the Sanctuary, and gestured for the young woman to take a seat. "Raven, before I begin, I don't want you to feel like you've been singled out in a bad way." The Amazon said. "But your situation is different from the others. If it were just a matter of getting your acclimated, teaching you about Earth culture then we wouldn't be here. That we can handle. It's difficult, but most of the Justice League members have struggled with being an outsider and coming to terms with a world that can be off-putting, frightening, and hostile. Some of us have managed to do that better than others. And some, like the Batman, never really learned at all.<br><br>"Earth is a very complicated place. There are a lot of different groups and cultures. I'm from Themyscira - an island of nation with an all female population. It's very different from what you'll find outside the walls of the Sanctuary. There, my name's Diana." Wonder Woman smiled warmly. She was doing her utmost to be open without smothering Raven, and by sharing something about herself she hoped to create a bridge between them. <br><br>"Magic is not widely accepted or known on Earth. There are a few individuals and place - like Atlantis and my home - where magic is an every day fact of life, but here on Earth it's something the common person thinks is make-believe. They've embraced science and that it holds all of the answers to the universe." Wonder Woman related with a touch of levity.<br><br>"I hope that Giovanni would be here. He's much more knowledgeable than I am . . ." Wonder Woman ventured, and glanced at the doorway, but the older magician did not make an appearance. "Raven, we know that you have some sort of connection to Trigon. We know what he is, and that he wants to claim this world and dimension like he has so many others. The question that we have for you is what you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 03:43:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 21st, 2020 | Friday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Raven does her best to explain things<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wonder Woman<br><br><hr><br>Raven followed Wonder Woman out of the meeting chambers and into a private room where she was invited to have a seat.&nbsp; Deciding it would be best to be cooperative with her hosts, she seated herself and did her best to relax.&nbsp; It wasn't easy, given the fears inside that she gripped tighter than ever, but she managed, all while her expression remained as placid as she could make it.&nbsp; Wonder Woman was obviously one of the League members, giving her bearing and maturity, so Raven would endeavor to show her the respect due to one of Earth's champions.&nbsp; So she listened, her hands folded on her lap as Wonder Woman explained that she wasn't in any trouble, but her circumstances required that she be taken aside.&nbsp; This... was worrying.&nbsp; Did they know?&nbsp; They had magical practitioners among their number, so it was possible.<br><br>Setting that aside, Raven continued to pay attention, learning that Earth was quite complicated as it held people of many different cultures and groups, with Wonder Woman coming from a place called Themyscira.&nbsp; Her name was, in fact, Diana, so that made Wonder Woman more of an alias than anything else.&nbsp; An island of women where things were very different even from the world beyond the Sanctuary.&nbsp; Earth truly was strange.&nbsp; She was told magic was unheard of in most places, though there were a few that accepted its existence, like where Diana hailed from.&nbsp; Raven couldn't help letting out a quiet snort at the mention of science holding all the answers.&nbsp; If only.<br><br>Then came the revelation: they did, in fact, know of Trigon and the fact Raven held a connection to him.&nbsp; She felt herself tense, unable to stop it despite her training, but instead of fear or anger, Diana seemed calm, even supportive.&nbsp; Sometimes she hated being empathic, but other times, like now, she was grateful for her mixed heritage.&nbsp; If she wanted these people to trust her, she needed to tell the truth.&nbsp; So, despite her concerns, she decided to share something of her own.<br><br>"I'm not just connected to Trigon," Raven admitted reluctantly, shivering as she let her demonic half show.&nbsp; Four crimson eyes glowed from within the depths of her hood and her skin turned red.&nbsp; "I'm his daughter."&nbsp; There was a vulnerability to her demeanor that she couldn't keep from showing, the sorceress lowering her head as she continued.&nbsp; "My mother is human and fled to the world of Azarath when she was discovered by Azar here on Earth.&nbsp; From what my mentors have told me, she was part of a cult that somehow managed to summon an aspect of Trigon to this world and he took her as his bride."&nbsp; She hid the demonic half of herself away again, huddling beneath her cloak as if cold.&nbsp; "He wants me to join him, so he can use me as he has others, but... but that's not what I want."&nbsp; She lowered her hood so she could look Diana in the eye, letting her see the truth in her own.&nbsp; "I came here to spare Azarath the fate of so many other worlds and in hopes that I could find allies.&nbsp; Allies strong enough to fight back against the Ravager and stop him from doing the same here."&nbsp; She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should tell the rest... but no, she needed to tell it all.&nbsp; <br><br>"According the Trigon, I will serve as the key to breach the dimensional barriers and allow him to bypass the laws that keep him from passing through the Great Door."&nbsp; She looked away once more, unable to keep looking Diana in the eye after that.&nbsp; "I don't want any of that.&nbsp; I don't want to be his herald.&nbsp; I don't want to see any more worlds destroyed, especially because of me.&nbsp; I just... I just want to be me and nothing else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 06:35:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://oraclesdccomicsencyclopedia.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/starfire8-e1398412125516.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Koriand'r | Starfire<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Space suit as shown <br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23, 2020| Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2210<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <strong>Tamaranian Language</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven, Robin, Open<br><hr><br><br>The young woman spoke and Kori had no idea what the other was saying. Though with no enemies firing down upon them and no one coming out in the open had the Tamaranian sigh with relief. She was tired which showed as her energy was flickering which annoyed her greatly, but again, her own stupidity and fault. As she was ready to move off of her, a voice shouted from behind her.<br><br>Turning there was what appears to be a man dressed strangely as he shouted again at her. Holding something in his hands and she wondered if that was the person who was attacking the sky. Standing up to her full height she got into a defensive stance. Placing herself between this colorful man and the woman who saved her. <strong>"I will protect you,"</strong> says Kori to the woman from over her shoulder before glowing green eyes look at the man and she begins to focus the power into both hands. <br><br>Right when Kori was about to attack the man in front of her is when another loud bang in the sky happened. The crackling and loud booms making her fire one of her starbolt's to the sky as the glittering lights came raining down. Her hair seemingly coming alive as if it was made of fire as she ready to attack the man in front of her when it was all gone. Her eyes no longer glowed green and her firey hair went back to normal. The glowing starbolt that was ready to be fired at the man disappeared as Kori collapsed to the ground again. Her stomach growling loudly and her warrior pride hurting so much right now.<br><br><strong>"Some protector I am..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 07:01:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23rd, 2020 | Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 22:10<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sort of done with the situation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Koriand'r, Robin, Open<br><br><hr><br>Raven wasn't sure what to expect after being pinned to the ground by an oddly protective space alien, but Damian showing up wasn't even remotely on the list.&nbsp; Before she could try to diffuse the situation, however, the pilot of the downed ship got up and interposed herself between the sorceress and Robin.&nbsp; The Boy Wonder misunderstood the situation, which wasn't surprising given he'd come into it late, and the alien thought he was a threat.&nbsp; Lovely.&nbsp; Fortunately the alien woman was too tired to fight, her stomach making a disturbing noise as she collapsed.<br><br>"Put those away, Robin," Raven instructed, his comment about alien women and their attractiveness expected, though still making her roll her eyes.&nbsp; "She's no threat.&nbsp; In fact I think she was trying to protect me."&nbsp; She looked up, frowning slightly.&nbsp; "From that, if I'm not mistaken.&nbsp; Fireworks, right?"&nbsp; She'd read something about them in the Sanctuary library.&nbsp; "She's the survivor of a crash landing and I rescued her from her vessel before it filled up with water."&nbsp; She knelt down beside the alien, attempting to soothe her.&nbsp; "Easy now.&nbsp; We're not going to hurt you."&nbsp; She could tell that the woman couldn't understand her words, but perhaps her actions could speak for her.&nbsp; "Here."&nbsp; She gently helped the pilot to sit up, looking to Robin once she was no longer prone.&nbsp; "Do you have a vehicle?&nbsp; I could get her back with my magic, but I don't want to scare her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 20:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/fd/d8/a9fdd8cf790276e6419f2ec99b81ed66.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Mia Smoak (Artemis)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Artemis Green Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary -&gt; Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Lor Zod<br><hr><br>Mia was not in the best of moods tonight. She had just gotten off the phone with her overbareing mother. Once again getting into a argument. Felicity knew her daughter had taken up the mantle of Artemis and had been working with her farther the Green Arrow. She lectured her on wanting a normal life for her and for her daughter not to be a vigilante, but yet she became Overwatch when she was not that much older then Mia. Her mother became a Star City heroine, a cyber hacktervist and aided her farther, along with John Diggle aka Spartan the three of them were a force to be Reckoned with back in the day. Before of corse she fell pregnant with Mia and she and her farther decided to have her raise her alone out in the middle of no where. Yet her mother had her trained by Nyssa Al Ghul to learn the way of the League Of Shaodws since she was four years old, so what did she really expect. Mia was forging a relationship with her farther now she knew who he was and she adapted the alias of Artemis so she could do some good in the world. Her city needed saving and Mia was determined to be the one to do it and make her farther proud (although she would NEVER admit that to him.) So here she was dressed in her tight green costume, which was alittle hot given the time of year it was and she was on a mission. Her mother would just have to accept she was 18 now and she didn't need her approval to be who she was always destined to be. <br><br>Mia had gotten a tip that her fathers front business was under attack, Queen Industries. This was part of her family heritage so this made it very personal for the young heroine. It was part of Olivers arms-manufacturing portfolio, and he was not the best manager of it. The secruity was low level and it seemed he was spreading himself too thin as CEO Oliver Queen and Justice League Mmeber the Green Arrow. Her dad wadnt even in Star City so it was up to his offspring to clean house. He ahd been working on tech to take down metahumans, so this was serious SERIOUS stuff. Mia stood in the Building opposite the Queen factory, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind as she clutched at her fathers boy and tried to make out the lay of the land. Perhaps she could have contacted the *Team* a bunch of young heroes spawned from the Justice league, her farther wanted her to join. But Mia never played well with others and told him she didn't need a bunch of sidekicks'.&nbsp; Secretly though she wished she didn't have so much pride that she couldn't ask for help. It was all to do with the abandonment issues she had with her farther she was still trying to work through. <br><br>However the young archer heard an oncoming sound in the sky and she glanced upwards, it seemed she was not as alone as she thought she was. Artemis jumped clean out of her skin when she made out a extremely large figure in the sky, it wasn't the sweet willed Supergirl that was for sure. Mia reacted without thinking and drew up her bow, she had made sure a explosive arrow was the one she choose and she decided to actually holler up at the man she would soon come to know as Lar Zod. "Hey! Who the Hell are you???" Mia barked at him, mistaking him for someone who was actually an enemy and not the ally that he truly was. Mia`s Intel was sketchy because she didn't have someone with her mothers skills looking out for her, she wasn't to know it was her fathers old enemy's the Royal Flush Gang who were inside the Queen facility ore that Lar was a member of the *Team* her farther desperately wanted her to join. Artemis was painfully out of her depth as was becoming increasingly cleat even to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 04:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2100<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being Obnoxious<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary Zatara<br><br><hr><br>"Go on then, lad. Give him what for. My advice? Go right for the bollocks." An English voice encouraged the bouncer. "Hell, hit him with yours! Got to have great big brass ones to up against a Zatara." John Constantine clapped the bouncer on the shoulder, and made an effort to shove the huge bouncer forward. John gave up after a few seconds, lacking the strength to actually move the big male, who was, in fact, now trying to move in the opposite direction. John had a lit cigarette in that hand and a half full pint glass in the other. The blond man raised his glass to his lips and took a healthy drink. <br><br>"Where'd all that attitude go my lad? Go on now, have a proper donnybrook. Squire yonder's ready for a scrap. Pretend Manchester lost to a team from the colonies! Nothing but shite on the tele!" Constantine urged. The bouncer looked back over at the bartender. <br><br>"Uh . . . maybe I should go check the keg lines." The bouncer said, and forced his way past Constantine and the bartender and into the bar, tail so far between his legs he could use it for a neck tie.<br><br>"WANKER!" John called after the bouncer, who lacked the courage to flip Constantine the bird. He gave an exasperated sigh, and raised his smoke to his mouth, taking a drag and blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. "Guess I mucked that up right proper. Should've kept my gob just." He murmured to his mouth. "Well, might as well come on in, squire. What's your pleasure? I'll buy you a round - least I can do for making a cock up of your fisticuffs. Tell you a story about this time I drew a knob on Batman's face." The blond man said to Zachary, nodding in towards the bar.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zpIqAT8.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wonder Woman<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Amazonian Armor<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon-ish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wonder Woman broaches the touchy subject of Raven's origins<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Wonder Woman Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imc_qG8Re2Q)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Wonder Woman reached over and put her hands over Raven's. She was surprised when Raven's demonic side came out, but she was emphatically not afraid. The revelation was not accompanied by any surge of any sort negative emotion. In fact, the opposite. Seeing Raven's demonic side evoked in Wonder Woman a swelling of compassion for the young woman. It was so powerful that Diana seemed to glow with it.<br><br>"Thank you for your trust in me, Raven. I'm honoured by your choice." Diana told Raven sincerely. She smiled warmly. "I think it's safe to say that you've found allies, Raven. We'll all help you to fight Trigon, and whoever you decide Raven is, we'll be here to support you.<br><br>"Now, what you've shared with me will be just between us for as long as you want it to be that way. What you share with the others your age is your choice, as is when to share it with them. But I think you'll find that everyone will be ready to support you. Some of them are from other planets, other dimensions . . . I think you'll find you're not as alone as you might feel right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 04:31:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary -&gt; Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Artemis<br><br><hr><br>Lor Zod slowly turned his head to the emerald-clad archer below. He looked at her with dispassion. She must be the one that Miss Martian spoke of earlier in the day - Artemis, daughter of the Green Arrow. Zod looked at her and his vision scaled through the bands of the EM spectrum he could perceive, and then down to her DNA. A human, trained to the pinnacle of physical perfection. An elite warrior woman. Beautiful. Deadly. <br><br>The Kryptonian raised his head and looked over to the main building of the facility. He watched for half of a second as the Royal Flush Gang made their entrance. He contemplated ignoring the archer and merely flying off to engage. In the end - after a further quarter of a second - he lowered himself to the ground in front of the female human, towering over her. Lor flew down at a languid pace, so that he would be an easy enough target if she did decide to loose that arrow. The Kryptonian looked at it and was unconcerned with its payload. <br><br><strong>"I am Lor Zod, son of General Dru Zod and Ursa of Krypton."</strong> He paused. The Kryptonian stood at his full height, shoulders back, chest puffed out, and head slightly back. <strong>"Are you the Green Arrow's daughter, Artemis? Miss Martian spoke highly of you."</strong> Zod asked, allowing his attraction to Miss Martian to give the Martian's words carry greater weight than he would give them otherwise, and his attraction to the blond archer tempt him into speaking to her at all instead of ignoring her in favour super-speeding into combat. <strong>"As curious as I am to see if that warhead can harm me . . . the Royal Flush Gang has broken into the main building."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 04:33:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The fighting was intense but short, sweet, and to the point. He and Lightning worked well together, and that wasn't even taking their similar powers into account. Just as both of them were trained by Jefferson(one more than the other, Jenn would probably never let him hear the end of), they had similar ways of efficiency and getting things handled. Virgil just liked to have more fun. Being grim and brooding like Batman or serious and stout like Superman was all well and good. <br><br>But in his opinion, everybody needed to blow some steam off and laugh sometimes to keep the weight of being a hero, the weight of protecting the world, or the galaxy from crushing you completely beneath it. And he was a genius, so obviously his opinion was one of the right ones. Yeah...that was definitely how it works. After their teamwork took out the entire warehouse, Virgil took a quick picture from the ceiling showing all the guys knocked out, and Lightning still at work. He posted it up on his official social media account, hashtag and all. <br><br>He even sent a copy to her dad, knowing that Jeff had no choice but to be proud that his daughter was following in his footsteps. He looked down as she collected all the guns, and once they were all in a pile, nodded in appreciation. "Okay. You get that done, I'll clean this mess up." As she went off to do her thing, he flexed his hand, engulfing all of the guns in his electricity and hoisting them into the air. <br><br>Without moving, all of the magazines and bullets in the chambers were ejected, and dumped neatly into a nearby box. All of the guns were dropped into a box next to it, and as this was a warehouse and they were made of metal, he lifted both boxes into the air with one hand, then aimed his other at the gangsters on the floor, zapping them all in a massive blast that only ended with each one having their hands and feet cuffed by writhing electricity that was harder to break out of than steel.<br><br>&nbsp;He had finished up around the same time Lightning got done with her final sweep of the warehouse. She asked the status and he gave her a thumbs up. "Green across the board, and all these degenerates can sleep it off behind bars. At least they'll have a cool story to tell about how they got their asses handed to them by Lightning and Static. You even get first billing on the team-up name," he said with a wink. "Now we just get in contact with the authorities, tell em what we got for em' and they'll send some Uni's to get everything sorted away. Not a bad first team-up if I say so myself, Lightning."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 12:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fight Club<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> John Constantine<br><hr><br>The cards were fanned, but Zach froze when he heard a lackadaisical British voice and watched as John Constantine out of nowhere walked over and clapped the bouncer on his shoulder. Had he been in the bar the whole time? How did he know he was going to be here? Did he follow him? The questions were pouring in. While Zach was pondering over John's mysterious appearance, suddenly the bouncer had second thoughts facing him and backed off.<br><br>Zach scowled. He was a little disappointed, but he wasn't going to complain. His back still felt like it split open and was gushing down his spine. Zach closed the fan of cards and held out his hand to receive the box within it. He returned them to their pack, and as much as he wanted to just stand the blonde bastard up, Zach wasn't going to refuse a free drink.<br><br><em>Doesn't he know I'm underage?</em> Zach wondered. He had been using a fake ID, but it was so genuine that only biometrics could probably prove it false. The last thing John said caught Zach completely off guard. Unintentionally, it had actually cracked an amused grin on his face.<br><br>"What?" Zach said. John drew a dong on The Great Detective's face? It was a little immature that he found it funny, and while he was legally a man, he was still a teenager. "Shit…" he cursed because he knew he was giving in to hear such a story. Anyone who could make a fool of Batman was a legend in his book. It was almost villainous to think such a thing but sometimes Batman just seemed too perfect.<br><br>The young magician walked over to join John in the bar. The bartender asked out of concern, "You all right kid? I thought you were a goner, but I guess not everyone is normal who comes into this place."<br><br>Zach rested his hand on the counter and inspected his wound with his other one. When he brought his hand back around, his fingers were still glistening and red with blood. "I think I'm going to need stitches."<br><br>"I got you. You wouldn't be the first I've had to patch up in this bar. Bring a stool on back here and I'll get my kit."<br><br>Zach picked up a stool and carried it around behind the counter. As he set it down, his hands crossed as they grasped his hoodie and pulled it up over his head. "You can get me another vodka," he finally told John. He folded his hoodie and set it on the counter as he started removing his black tank. "Why are you following me? If it's about joining that fucking circus, then you might as well leave me my drink and fuck off."<br><br>Setting his tank on top of his hoodie, Zach sat upon the stool as the bartender returned from the back room. There were dark streams of blood going down his spine. Some of it dried but the trail was still damp and shining. He rested his hands upon his knees, grasping at least something as he waited for the bartender to begin his surgery. The magician's body was covered in tattoos. There were Oni, dragon scales, and Polynesian bands. They covered his neck, arms, shoulders, and upper chest area. His olive skin was like golden milk in the lamp light, lightly carving out his runner's build. His hair was of course immaculate--or what he considered immaculate at least. His hairline, his blades were neatly combed and geled. He could have probably emerged from his fight earlier without a strand out of place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 23:38:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Lightning.3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> One or the other: check the pics<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Harbor Docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pissed off light-skin: Let's blow this popsicle stand!!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Problems (Snow tha Product) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj7Q5wU-GKI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><br><hr><br>Now, Jen was at an impasse. The battle was finished and there was no reason to stick around as Static could handle contacting the authorities without her input. It would be easy to skedaddle off into the darkness, thus ending this impromptu meet-up. The issue was that she did not want to. Before, when he'd come to be trained, she had gone out of her way to ignore his existence and it had NEVER worked. She had always been aware of him, had always known where he was in location to her own position.<br><br>Maybe it was his energy as it seemed to compliment her own. It was like a spark, something that jittered beneath her skin,&nbsp; skittered along her spine. The fact that her dad had noticed it, had teased her about it, had made it almost impossible for her to get past the need to dislike the young man. After all, she could not allow her father to be right, not again. The man spent all of his time crowing about the Virgil. (Okay, maybe not all of it!!) That, more than anything else, made it much easier to walk around in a strop and pretend she didn't see what was there.<br><br>She could not do that now.<br><br>She heard the wailing of sirens in the distance and allowed herself to land on the warehouse floor. She was going to ask him, she was! Of course, she expected him to tell her hell no because why would he agree? However, she'd never have this chance again, not without people being around, and that would make the question so much harder to verbalize. No, it had to be now.<br><br>"After this group is gone would ya like to grab somethin' to eat with me? I mean, I know you, sort of, but I don't really <em>know</em> you." She held up a hand to forestall any response. "It is my fault, I know, but jealousy..." Her voice petered out as her face flooded with color. "I'd like to fix it now...or at least try."<br><br>She was saved by an announcement which was shouted through a bull horn. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"This is the police! Come out with your hands up!"</span> A small smile graced her features as she strode toward the broken entrance.<br><br>"Just think about it...and let's go defuse this situation." Then she stepped through the door and was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 07:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being Obnoxious<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary Zatara<br><br><hr><br>"That's the spirit!" John said as the siren's song lure of a story of drawing a dick on the caped crusader's voice lured Zachary inside. John drew one last drag on his cigarette and flicked the butt away, and it spun end over end before it hit ground and rolled over the edge. <br><br>John followed behind the bar, his presence unquestioned as the bartender began to stitch Zachary up. The Brit was looking over the different vodkas that the bar had on offer, and glanced over at the handsome young magician. "As it happens, squire, I was here on a few errands of me own. Us meeting here is serendipity." The blond man said in a cheeky tone. He set his pint glass down and grabbed a bottle of Absolut 100. John laid out a few shot glasses for Zachary and filled them up with vodka before setting the bottle on the bar. <br><br>"Wanted to see if anyone's seen the Wizard. Tried ringing the Rock, but no one's picking up. Or me old mate, Etrigan, but sod's made himself pretty scarce. Nothing to do with the under pants on the outside crowd. Crossed paths Batsie here and there . . . but that's on account of Gotham's foundation being cursed ground and its foundations being the bones of the damned and all that sort of rubbish." John said, making a few errant gestures before he took his pint up again. <br><br>John fished a pack of smokes out his coat, drew one out and lit up. He let out a puff of smoke. "I got suckered into one of those sob stories - dead mum and dad left some poor skirt a bunch of money but she's got to spend a night in a creepy old house. Turned out it was actually haunted, and the girl was part of a particularly gnarled branch of the Arkham family. Batty-boo had to stick his nose into things. 'Arr this is my city.'" John did a deliberately exaggerated imitation of the Batman's voice, playing up the gravelly nature of it and mixing in some sarcasm. "Pretty standard poltergeist haunting, but Bats gets himself knocked out while everything's flying around. One great big bonk on the noggin with the bust of Caesar and the Dark Knight's off with Morpheus." The Brit fished his phone out and flipped through images, eventually finding the one he wanted. "Sent the poltergeist off to the great beyond and while Bats is snoozing I got me magic marker out. The rest, as they say, is history."<br><br>The screen of the phone was turned around and presented to Zachary. It depicted the Dark Knight passed out on the floor of some posh mansion, insensate to the world, with the black ink of a magic marker creating a penis and scrotum on the Caped Crusader's left cheek. An excessive number of lines had been drawn on the scrotum to indicate a truly epic amount of scrotal hair, and lines emitting from the glans were intended to illustrate ejaculation on the Batman's lips. <br><br>John had a laugh, but his heart was not really in it - his attention was drawn across the room. John was looking past Zachary to a booth with a single occupant: an older male in blue suit with a blue hat. For all of those initiated into the secrets of the magical world, he needed no introduction, but despite being known by all, he was a stranger - <em>the</em> Stranger. <br><br>But what troubled Constantine most was that the Phantom Stranger was sitting alone. "See a flat-foot hiding 'round, Squire?" He asked Zachary, looking around the bar. "Stone faced old copper . . . no? Oh, bollocks." Constantine said, an undercurrent of fear running through his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 18:11:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fight Club<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> John Constantine<br><hr><br>Zach was baring his teeth as the bartender started grasping pieces of glass with a pair of tweezers and wiggling the shards free of his skin. With how firm some of them were lodged, there was a soft tear of flesh on one pull. Zach’s hands resorted to: one resting on the counter and the other grasping the stool between his legs. He was doing his best to listen to John, but with the bartender at his back, he began to wonder if letting him stitch him up was a good idea.<br><br>“Serendipity my ass,” Zach growled through his teeth. He then glared daggers over his shoulder at the bartender. “Just flay my back while you’re at it!”<br><br>The bartender pinched another piece as he wore an indifferent expression. “I never said I was a surgeon. I just said I do this all the time. It interests me. Besides, you got enough tattoos here that no one’s gonna see the scar so quit your cryin’.”<br><br><em>I’m gonna kill this man,</em> Zach thought. His attention then returned to John as he lined up some shot glasses for him. He immediately took one of the shots, hoping the vodka would numb the pain. Of course, it never really worked that quick. The magician had to focus on what John was saying. He not only had a thick British accent, but he had a very special way of speaking as though he could only communicate in references, figures of speech, and metaphors and rarely ever straight-to-the-point English. It was rather annoying. Zach’s annoyance immediately changed to amusement when John showed him the photo of Bat Cock on his phone. He snickered hard and then outright laughed, “Oh shit. You actually did i-FUCK!”<br><br>The bartender had taken one of the vodka shots and splashed it over Zach’s wound. The sudden sting and intense burn caused Zach to spring from the stool like a doused cat. With a hand cupping the gash—wanting to touch it so bad but knowing he shouldn’t—he whirled to face him and shouted, “What. The. Fuck?! Asshole!”<br><br><em>Hey! Don’t call the bartender an asshole!</em><br><br>“Shut the fuck up!” Zach shouted at the random who had tried to order him around.<br><br>“Since you were laughing, I felt it was a good time to disinfect it. Come back over here so I can stitch it.”<br><br>“Fuck you! I’m not some guinea pig you can use to live out your fantasies of being a shit doctor! I’ll sew it myself!”<br><br>Zach held his hands out, palms tilted up, as he chanted, <em>Desolc dnuow eht wes!</em> The makeshift needle and thread the bartender had prepared flew over to Zach. As soon as the needle impaled his flesh, Zach immediately grasped the counter edge and gripped it. The bartender’s eyes were wide with disturbance as he watched the needle relentlessly enter and exit Zach’s flesh without a care for delicacy. Magic was magic and a command was a command. When the stitching was finished, Zach buried his face into his arm as he panted softly from having endured so much…<em>torture.</em> He should have handled the whole thing himself from the beginning. At least it was finally over.<br><br><strong>See a flat-foot hiding ‘round, Squire…</strong><br><br>Zach slowly raised his eyes, frowning at Constantine before his hazel orbs darted around the room. They settled on The Phantom Stranger. He didn’t know who it was at first. He had to match the clothing description to an old memory Zatanna had told him about. Never had he actually seen The Stranger until that moment. It was like gazing upon a ghost and Zach ducked a little behind the counter. He didn’t know why he was afraid, but he didn’t seem to be alone. He could hear the quiver of fear in John’s voice, which was a bad sign and made him even more nervous. Zach continued to peek at the stranger from behind the counter. He tilted his head a bit in John’s direction as he whispered, “Who are we looking for?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 02:43:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 21st, 2020 | Friday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Raven does her best to explain things<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wonder Woman<br><br><hr><br>Relief wasn't a strong enough word to express what Raven felt when Wonder Woman didn't immediately reject her, the sorceress actually needing a moment to compose herself as her emotions threatened to escape her control for the first time in years.&nbsp; A nearby light fixture flickered, but fortunately she managed to tighten her grip on them before anything exploded as a result.&nbsp; She gave the slightest of shrugs in response to Wonder Woman's thanks, not certain she deserved it.<br><br>"Lying to you and the League won't help stop Trigon," she pointed out, feeling oddly tired after having made her confession to the older woman.&nbsp; "I'm not sure when I'll tell the others.&nbsp; I know I'll have to eventually, but for the time being I'd prefer not to."&nbsp; Putting it off might end up biting her later, but for the time being she wasn't going to worry about that.&nbsp; "I just hope you're right about them."&nbsp; She resisted the urge to blanch at having admitted that, sighing wearily and letting her shoulders slump a bit.&nbsp; "How did you all find out, anyway?"&nbsp; It was a little odd, considering she'd been there such a short amount of time.&nbsp; "I didn't think I'd been so obvious, but apparently I was wrong."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 02:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/fd/d8/a9fdd8cf790276e6419f2ec99b81ed66.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Mia Smoak (Artemis)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Artemis Green Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary -&gt; Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Lor Zod<br><hr><br>Mia hated the whole (Team Up) expectation which came in the costumed community. She just wanted to get the job done, she didn't want to be worrying about someone else in the field. Either them messing up ore her having to save their ass. But her farther preached that no man ore woman was an island and that teammate's were invaluable in the field. She glanced over at the young man who went by the imposing name of Lor Zod. She ahd already teamed up with one Miss Martian and it did not end well. The two young women had ultiamtly found they were tripping over each other while trying to take down Killer Frost and all Artemis wanted to do was work alone. She also found Megan`s ability to read her mind very invasive. This guy looked like he could arm wrestle Superman and that was also rather imposing. Mia secretly resented that some *heroes* had meta abilities and she was just a human, she felt she had to train twice as hard as a result. <br><br>Zod lowered himself to the ground in front of her, but she stood tall and tried not to look weak as he towered over her. Yes he was huge and could no doubt could break her in two, but he was a Kryptonian and if she could just get her hands on some Kryptonite how the tides would turn. Mia lowered her arrow as she knew he was a good guy for all intent and purposes. He then went about to formally introduce himself to the young blonde. He said he was <br>the son of General Dru Zod and Ursa of Krypton. He was very grand in the way he spoke, he wasn't at all like Superman who was very much accustom to Earth acronyms and was very charming. Lor then asked her if she was the Green Arrow's daughter, Artemis. The blonde nodded as he added that Miss Martian spoke highly of her. "That`s ironic. I gave her a hard time when we worked together against Killer Frost. She`s a bit too sweet for me personally."&nbsp; Artemis said in all honesty without been cruel about the Martian Manhunters enthusiastic niece. <br><br>He then told her that he would be curious to see if her Grande Arrow could actually cause him damage. He then informed her it was indeed the Royal Flush Gang had broken into the main building. This was her fathers legacy, the family name of Queen and dangerous meta weapons in the hands of a bunch of criminals. She nodded and put the exploding arrow back in her sheath behind her as she looked up at Lor. "Well big guy. I guess it wouldn't be the worse thing in the world if I let you Tag along!" She said in a rather flirty manner before quickly grabbing her arrow which realised a zip line, she fired it directly over Zods shoulder and towards Queen Enterprise's. She jumped off the side of the rooftop with a running jump and headed directly across the city to the rooftop of Queen Enterprises, her heartbeat was up and her blood racing, looked like another night of action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 06:18:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zpIqAT8.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wonder Woman<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Amazonian Armor<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon-ish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wonder Woman broaches the touchy subject of Raven's origins<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Wonder Woman Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imc_qG8Re2Q)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Wonder Woman pursed her lips. "Trigon has already tried to force his way into this dimension - into this world. Giovanni Zatara worked with several other magicians to bar his entrance, but the toll was great, particularly for Giovanni. The Batman asked him to look at your aura. Giovanni knew what to look for - for him, there was no missing the touch of Trigon. Another magician would not likely be able to be able to be so specific and insightful."<br><br>Diana spared Raven further details because it would just bombard her with names that she did not know. The young woman was hardly in a position to appreciate what it meant that repelling Trigon had brought John Constantine out of the woodwork in a helpful mood - insofar as Constantine could comport himself in a helpful manner - or that it had required the ultimate sacrifice of Doctor Fate and left the Helmet of Nabu without a bearer. Or that the Phantom Stranger had turned up to watch everything, and only when all seemed lost intervened.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being Obnoxious<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary Zatara<br><br><hr><br>"Real hard lad by the name of Jim Corrigan. Kind of copper who doesn't like what a bloke has to say ain't afraid to slap him around a little. Or a lot." John said in a low voice. He scanned every booth but failed to find the individual he was looking for. "Usually he chums around with the Stranger. You don't know about old Jimmy? Maybe you heard of the Spectre? You know, Wrath of God? Put the Mark on Cain. Smote Sodom and Gomorrah. Humbled Pharaoh and killed all the firstborn of the Egyptians. If Jimmy-boy ain't here, someone's having a <em>really</em> bad day."<br><br>John shook as a chill ran down his spine and he settled down on the floor behind the bar. He took a deep, deep drink his pin glass. Somewhere along the line he'd lost his cigarette, and tried for a new one but his hand proved too shaky to work the lighter so he gave up. "Fecking bollocks." John murmured to himself. The Brit reached up without looking and eventually took hold of the bottle of vodka. He pulled it down and drank straight from the thing before holding it out for Zachary if the younger magician chose to take part. <br><br>"Would you believe me if I told you the End of Days was on the horizon, squire?" John inquired in a quiet voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 07:52:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Star City, within a Queen Industries Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Engaging the Royal Flush Gang<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Artemis<br><br><hr><br>Zod's lips curled up into a small smile of pleasure as Artemis showed no signs of being cowed by him in the least. His blue eyes dared her to loose her arrow and see if it would harm him - his arrogance and conceit was colossal and unveiled like a great banner. His small smile faded as Artemis put away her Grande Arrow. He refrained from showing his disappointment, but he felt it nevertheless. As she drew another arrow there was some mild hope that maybe she had an arrow tipped with Kryptonite - that would have been a greater treat. But she did not and his disappointment was compounded further. <br><br>The zip line arrow flew over the Kryptonian's shoulder, and he watched it go. Time appeared to slow as the Kryptonian shifted his perception. The son of Zod estimated its course and allowed his perception to shift to be more in line with the speeds that humans customarily moved at. Artemis took a running start and leapt off the rooftop, using her zip line to take her to the building that the Royal Flush Gang had infiltrated.<br><br>The Kryptonian flew at what was a lazy speed to reach the same destination, matching Artemis's speed. While she landed on the rooftop, Zod landed on the ground. He folded his hands behind his back and simply walked into the building, following the path that the Royal Flush Gang had taken. He noted with disinterest the subdued security guards - they were alive and unconscious. They might suffer when they woke, but Zod was not sufficiently familiar with human physiology to know even if he were to expend the time for more than even a cursory examination. <br><br>He eventually found the gang preparing to employ a laser to open up a vault - their goal the prototype weapons within. The Ace android was adjusting the settings and programming the machine for the very precise work of opening the vault without damaging the delicate technology within.<br><br>"Which fucker's that? One of the Bat's brats?" King of Spades asked, voiced tinged with annoyance.<br><br>"I don't fucking know. Just blast him!" Queen of Spades responded. <br><br>The corners of Zod's mouth turned downwards into a frown of vague distaste. He raised a hand, and pointed at the ground with his index finger. <strong>"Kneel."</strong> He commanded in a voice the showed his disdain for the criminals.<br><br>"I know him now. Alien, like Superman! Thought he was in Blackgate . . ." The King of Spades said. "Good thing we have an Ace up our sleeves for this. Ace, get him! Jack, take over on the laser!" The King commanded and grinned. The King and Queen fired their weapons, discharging energy Zod's way. The blasts failed to move the hulking Kryptonian, but it was a very different outcome as the Ace android advanced, its lumbering steps causing the ground to tremble. It swung a massive right fist and struck Zod square in the jaw. The impact made a sound like a bomb going off, and the force it rattled Zod's teeth and sent the son of Zod flying backwards. He hurtled back and struck a wall, but that was not sufficient to meaningfully slow Zod down. The alien careened through several more walls until he was outside again, and he came to a stop by exerting his power of flight to halt him in mid-air. <br><br>Zod raised his left hand and stroked his jaw with thumb and forefinger. He had only a fraction of a second to do so and then the Ace android was rushing towards him and the automaton swung a left fist into Zod's midsection, hammering the son of Zod's ribs and straining the structural integrity of the Kryptonian's Battle Armor. Zod cocked his head and a right hook smashed into the side of his face. He looked over the android with X-Ray vision, and it all came together as he sighted the android's shielded core. He was certain that there was a fragment of Kryptonite within the Ace android, powering it and allowing to contend with him in a meaningful way. His face ached from the two thunderous impacts, and his ribs protested with each breath, but the pain did not touch Zod. Pain was unwanted sensory information, and he ignored it with the power of will cultivated in the Phantom Zone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solistair</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 15:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/7a/f3/427af3fdab8bb18755206eebdda98b25.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Wayne | Robin<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Robin Costume <br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 23, 2020| Sunday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2210<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Niagara Falls<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Another sexy space lady?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven, Starfire<br><br><hr><br>Sheathing his Birdarangs back into their pouches, he looked at Raven then to Starfire. He was skeptical about the whole thing. Here was a strange alien entity who had crashlanded into Niagara Falls and who displayed a penchant for aggression. Logic dictated he apprehend her and put her in the custody of either the Justice League or the US military. But, seeing Raven's concern and empathy for the alien girl, it made him...it made him think twice. <br><br><strong>"Alright. Let's take her back to the Sanctuary."</strong><br><br>Signaling his Birdplane to descend down slowly until it hovered above the 3 of them, he opened up the aircraft's ramp. <br><br><strong>"I have a paramedic's bed in my plane. She can rest there."</strong> Surveying the contents of Starfire's crashlanded spacecraft, he issued a command for a swarm WayneTech drones to emerge from the bottom of his Birdplane. The aerial machines extended grappling contraptions and slowly pulled the contents of the alien craft from the water before returning with their procurement to Robin's plane.<br><br>Firing a grappling hook upward, he lifted himself back to his plane. His rational mind was still very much wary about Starfire. Who was she? Where did she come from? He shut them out. They were important questions. But, the answers didn't have to be immediate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 23:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chit-chat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> John Constantine<br><hr><br>Zach released the countertop and turned his back to it to sit and just…rest. He could feel the fatigue setting in from his injury and his mild buzz. He rested his arm upon a propped knee and closed his eyes as John did what he did best…<em>talk.</em> He revealed to him that a cop named Jim Corrigan was The Spectre this time. When he learned about The Spectre, he always learned about the entity and rarely about the host who he possesses. It was good information, but hopefully, it wouldn’t become something they would have to worry about. His head was eased back and eyes closed when he heard the swirling of liquid in a glass bottle. Zach opened his eyes to glance over at John and the offered vodka bottle. He accepted it. His back was still killing him.<br><br><strong>Would you believe me if I told you the End of Days was on the horizon, squire?</strong><br><br>Zach sighed in what sounded like exasperation. “If this news had come from anyone else, probably not. What do you mean, like the Apocalypse? Prophets have been trying to predict when it would happen for years. Why would this century be any different?”<br><br>The magician took a swig from the bottle and made a face as the rubbing alcohol flavor hit every stair on the way down his throat. It was revolting straight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 08:03:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being Obnoxious<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary Zatara<br><br><hr><br>"Fair cop, bruv. End of Days always been just next Sunday." John chuckled although his heart was not in it. He sounded tired, too, but he found refuge in talking, his greatest skill and passion and love. "There's lots of folks tell ya 'the Devil made me do it' or some such malarky, like Lucifer's perched on every chav's shoulder telling him it's right brilliant to piss on some posh lorrie. Truth is, squire, the Devil don't give a toss. He didn't want to be God's head boy - why would he give two tugs on a dead dog's dingle about humans? <br><br>"But there's other blokes out there who do. Folks'd just love for you, me, and my sainted mum to be all a quiver, caps in hand, as they lord on over us. One of them wankers name of Trigon's ready to give it a go with the whole conquering the Earth bit. A real serious go, squire. He came knocking and the sod almost got his foot in the door. Big bloody deal, this Trigon. Conquered a whole dimension of his own and now he wants this one too." John paused and drank the last of his beer. "Right cock up keeping him out, squire. Killed Dr. Fate - the bloke wearing the helmet, leastwise - and . . ." He decided not to mention the price Giovanni had paid. ". . . the Stranger actually got up off his arse and lent a hand." <br><br>John paused to let that sink in. The Phantom Stranger taking an active role.<br><br>"Bollocks. Look at me, carrying on like some old pearl-clutching church lady." John berated himself in a tired tone and rubbed the pads of his hands into his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 11:58:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chit-chat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> John Constantine<br><hr><br>Zach set down the bottle of vodka. He listened to John’s banter until finally he started talking business. There was no way that John would have shared news about a demon lord trying to breach into the mortal plane unless…<strong>…the Stranger actually got up off his arse and lent a hand.</strong> Zach narrowed his eyes at John.<br><br>“So, what do you want from me? Are you asking for my help?” Zach questioned. He had the mind to refer him to Giovanni, but he knew his uncle was in no condition to handle such a task. Falling over and breaking a hip was his greatest threat at the moment. “Is that what all of this pointless chatter was about?”<br><br>He called it pointless chatter, but he had actually learned some things from it. Whether or not it was valuable information though, time would tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 21:39:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 21st, 2020 | Friday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Raven comes to a decision<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wonder Woman<br><br><hr><br>Raven's eyes widened as Wonder Woman shared the heavily-cut-down-for-time tale of how Trigon had almost invaded Earth before her arrival.&nbsp; She didn't go into details, but something about the way she spoke and the troubled cloud of her emotions told the sorceress that things had gotten quite dire before they'd managed to win the day.&nbsp; Giovanni, the uncle of that loudmouthed brat of a card slinger, had obviously been suffering from some sort of malady.&nbsp; And now here she was, asking the champions of Earth to help her stop him when she could very well have just handed the demon lord the keys to the proverbial kingdom.&nbsp; The lights flickered again and Raven's mouth set itself into a grim line.<br><br>"If you stopped him before, he won't try the same way again," she began, tone flat, lacking even the dry wit that had been almost omnipresent throughout her time with the League, short as it was.&nbsp; "I don't know how he operates indirectly, but he'll have to have agents here, or be sending them across the dimensional walls."&nbsp; Her hands clasped together in front of her, tight enough that the knuckles turned white.&nbsp; "They <em>will</em> come for me.&nbsp; I would grant him a doorway to bypass those walls entirely."&nbsp; She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and made her decision.&nbsp; "If you have a means of tracking me, I suggest you use it.&nbsp; This Batman seems a cautious sort, so I'm certain he has thought of the same thing.&nbsp; There should also be a means to end my life tied into it."&nbsp; Her eyes opened again, and they were flat, almost lifeless as she gripped her emotions tighter than ever before.&nbsp; "If they take me, you'll have to use it.&nbsp; He can't be allowed to cross over."&nbsp; The lights flickered yet again.&nbsp; "It's the only logical decision to make."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 19:21:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Virgil considered himself like Teflon. He was pretty tough, and tended to let things slide right off. But ever since he'd met Jefferson, started being mentored by him into becoming a better hero than just a kid from Detroit trying his best and losing, he could feel the tension between himself and Jennifer. And he understood why. A total stranger with similar powers to her getting trained up by her father, the famous Black Lightning.<br><br>&nbsp;While she was constantly told to stay home, train in safety, and that he'd take her out when she was ready. He could understand the frustration, but he wished Jenn would take a step back and look at things from his perspective. He was the victim <em>and</em> end result of a science experiment gone wrong that resulted in the deaths of hundreds. He had no one back home to train him or show him the right way to do things. He was alone out there, putting his all on the line, and even heroes needed help. <br><br>Jeff saw that and decided to be that help. But at the same time, he had no problems putting Virgil in the field because Virgil wasn't his little girl. He'd feel bad if he got hurt or killed, awful even. But it wouldn't sting like if he lost his own flesh and blood. That was the divide between them, and it didn't need to be there. If he could just talk to her for a while, he was sure he and she could at least get on good terms. There was a connection there. A vibe that he could feel. But it was buried underneath all the animosity.<br><br>&nbsp;So with all that between them, imagine Virgil surprised when she asked him if he wanted to go out and get something to eat with her. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. And before he could think of a response, she was out the door following the command of the police. "Hmmm. Okay, was <em>not</em> expecting that, but it's cool. Progress." Rubbing his hands together, he shot a tendril of lightning out that connected all the goons, then hovered them into the air and floated them out the door one by one until they were all laying on the ground, surrounded by cops. "Officers, thank you for the rapid response. <br><br>I'm Static, this is Lightning. And we took down all these guys. This is everyone that was present. All the weapons are back in the warehouse, and all their files are on a computer I left unlocked for you guys to go through. All they need now is a pretty bow and we can call this a good Christmas gift, huh? Promotions all around, maybe?"A good thing about Virgil's constant flow of sarcasm, comedy, and quips was that while the bad guys hated it, anyone on his side couldn't help but get caught up in his infectiously funny ways.<br><br>&nbsp;And he could already see the police calming down. As the officers went about handcuffing and zip-tying all the goons, he walked over to Jenn. "I'd love to," he said when he got close to her. "Go out. To eat with you. I'd love to. It's about time we actually got to really know each other." While he'd always wanted to get closer to Jeff's family, it didn't hurt that Jenn was drop-dead gorgeous.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 05:35:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/fd/d8/a9fdd8cf790276e6419f2ec99b81ed66.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Mia Smoak (Artemis)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Artemis Green Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary -&gt; Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Lor Zod<br><hr><br>Mia had been trained well by Nyssa Al Ghul, she knew how to survive and to take on threats bigger and faster then she was. She didn't know the fell extent at how powerful the big hulking lug was but she guessed he could take care of himself. So Mia wasn't apposed to working with others she just felt she worked much better on her own. Artemis made her way inside the building from the air vent, she knew the Krytpoanian would catch up on his own. She just hoped she didn't end up tripping all over him as she had with Miss Martian. Mia eventually made her way down to the safe where they kept all of Queen Industry's new advanced tech. Oliver had given her the tour a few weeks back when she got to Star City. It was that akward Farther and Daughter moment where he had been trying to connect with her and show her their family's legacy. But he was obviously trying to make up for the years he hadn't been in her life. Mia found the royal flush gang preparing to employ a laser to open up a vault - these weren't the same members as the ones her dad first thought but they were inspired heavily by them. Val Zod made his presence known and the Queen ordered the others to take him out. <br><br>The Ace Android went in for the attack and took Val Zod on full on, surprisingly the Kryptnaoian didn't just rip the machine man in half. Artemis choose this moment to make herself known to the other four. She arrived doing a summer salt and drew an exploding arrow once again from her&nbsp; Quiver. "What he said!" The teenage blonde said in response to Val`s comment to the gang of "Kneel" which she thought was pretty dope. She fired the Arrow with ease and it exploded between the King and Queen who were protecting Jack who was trying to get into the safe. She then was approached by the younger female member known as Ten and the two young women engaged in hand to hand combat. Artemis using her bow staff as a weapon as she dodged attack after attack from the limball and strong Ten. She looked over her shoulder towards Lar Zod who was still trying to deal with Ace. She was able to toss him a exploding arrow which rolled across the floor and towards them. It was within reach of Zod, perhaps if he picked it up he could stick it deep into Ace and it could help to weaken him. But for now she was trying to get the upper hand on Ten who was besting her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 03:54:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zpIqAT8.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wonder Woman<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Amazonian Armor<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon-ish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wonder Woman broaches the touchy subject of Raven's origins<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Wonder Woman Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imc_qG8Re2Q)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raven<br><br><hr><br>Diana shook her head. "No, Raven." The woman rose and moved closer to the ash-skinned young woman and Diana put her arms around her. "That's not how we do things here. We don't trade lives. Your life isn't something we'll just throw away for our own security. If they come for you, we'll stand with you. If they manage to take you, we won't stop until we get you back, Raven, and Hera help them if they hurt you." Diana assured Raven. <br><br>"If Trigon has agents on this world, we'll find them and stop them, Raven. And we'll find a way to stop Trigon. There's always a way, no matter how impossible it might seem, Raven." Diana employed some of Superman's rhetoric, but it was no less heartfelt for it. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> John Constantine<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 21 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being Morose<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zachary Zatara<br><br><hr><br>John sniffed. He shrugged his shoulders. "Just to bend your ear, squire. Love the sound of me own voice. We all cope in our own way and all of that touchy-feely New Age bollocks. Could've been anyone, bruv. Wasn't you . . . maybe . . . I dunno." He tried to think of someone else to name but failed to come up with a name. "You up to helping, if it came to it? Can't imagine that's in the cards for you, my lad." Constantine waved his hand dismissively. <br><br>The Brit flicked his wrist and looked at his watch and gave a dull groan. "Well, squire, time for me to be on my merry way. Some other sod needs me nattering in his ear and angels'd weep if it didn't happen. Cheers." Constantine said, clambering up in an undignified manner to his feet. His nerves had calmed enough that he could manage to light himself a cigarette, and he puffed, letting out a sigh of sublime ecstasy as fresh nicotine hit his system. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 05:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Star City, within a Queen Industries Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Defeating the Royal Flush Gang<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Artemis<br><br><hr><br>Zod was aware of the flow of combat. He watched the Ace android's fist move in slow motion and it struck him. The blow was something that he could have avoided if he wanted to. The damage was minimal. His attention was drawn to Artemis throwing him the exploding arrow, and he moved at superhuman speed, taking it up. He cocked his head to one side, and and then looked back at the Ace android. Zod turned and swiftly plunged the arrow into the android's head. The arrowhead punched through the side of the android's head, and moments later the warhead detonated, and the android's head was torn apart from the inside by the explosive force. The android's body gave a spasm. Tendrils of smoke curled up from the android's neck, and sparks leapt from exposed wires and circuit ends. <br><br>But that was not the end of the android. It clasped both hands together and swung both together, ax-handle style, in an overhead blow that stunned Zod for the moment and saw his back bend. The hulking Kryptonian struck, and his flexed fingers hit the ace symbol on the android's chest, piercing its armoured exterior to plunge within. His fingers struck the android's core, and Zod grunted as he found what he desired. His fingers curled around the source of the android's power and Zod withdrew his hand with a savage twist, wrenching it free. As that hand came free, Zod was bathed in green light. <br><br>His skin took on a pallor and he began to sweat as the green light washed over him. Zod was keenly aware of the damage that the radiation was causing him - he could feel his cells exploding, dying innumerably as he was exposed to the effects of the green Kryptonite. The android fell back, its limbs seizing up, but the automaton was no longer of any concern to Zod. The enormous Kryptonian removed one of his battle armour's gauntlets, and put the piece of the green element on his naked palm. He stared, transfixed, by the small piece of his homeworld. The battle armour helped, to a degree, to mitigate the amount of radiation, but it was not completely proof against it. And where there was no protection - on his neck, face, and bared hand, the effect was dire.<br><br>And of course there was pain. Such pain. But everyone felt pain. The suffering was optional. This was not the first time that Zod had been afflicted with the effects of green Kryptonite - Waller had tried to employ it to bend him to her will, but she had soon found that the son of Zod was made of sterner stuff than the son of El. She had fancied that a piece of green rock would be enough to make Lor Zod kneel, but she had learned that that was not so. There was no one on this planet - or any planet! - to whom Lor Zod would kneel. <br><br>Save one man. Save one.<br><br>Lor turned his head to one side, and then the other. This was as close as he would ever come to Krypton. Kal El had not invited him to the Fortress. The <em>Doomsday</em> was gone, and he knew not where. It was only in such fragments as he held in his hand and the armour that girt his mighty body that Zod could know the planet that had given rise to his species of whom he found himself one of the last specimens of.<br><br>Lor's mouth turned into a frown. How it galled the proud Kryptonian that the people of this world - hardly better than hairless apes for the most part - sullied what was left of glorious Krypton by using it for such base purposes. <br><br>The Kryptonian closed his naked hand and began to exert the fullness of his strength. The effort required to do so was colossal. The pain without measure. He felt his cells dying even as his incalculable strength sundered the bonds of the atoms of the Kryptonite. He bellowed, turning his head to the sky as he cried out. <br><br>Then he relaxed his hand, and when it opened there was nothing within it. The fragment of his homeworld was destroyed utterly. Lor's hand was damaged from the act and exertion, but he drew on the gauntlet of his armour without displaying any of the pain or discomfort it caused him. Pain was unwanted sensory input. He could ignore it, work through and past it.<br><br>He let out a long breath, and then moved faster than the human eye could perceive to where Artemis and Ten were fighting. Zod grabbed Ten's arm and hurled her ungently into the nearest wall and followed it with a blast of his arctic vision, freezing her to the wall. He then turned his heat vision onto the laser that the Gang was employing to try and open the vault. Zod turned it into a pile of molten metals and burnt plastics, prompting Jack of Spades to scream and leap backwards, landing on his backside. He tried to rise and Zod froze him in place with a blast of arctic vision.<br><br>King and Queen were already dealt with by Artemis's arrow, and that left the robbery thwarted. <br><br>Still looking pale and with a sheen of sweat coating his severe features, Zod looked over at Artemis. The bruising was beginning to show on his face from where the Ace android had struck him. The big Kryptonian could feel some cells continue to die, too far gone to recover even now that the Kryptonite exposure was terminated. Some others were beginning an arduous healing process. <br><br><strong>"I have no means of contacting the police of Star City."</strong> Zod said. It was an oversight on his part - it was not something he concerned himself with when he operated in Blüdhaven - the police force there was largely corrupt and Zod was not interested in arresting criminals there, but rather, to make remaining so painful that they left town. To his credit, he had succeeded with Intergang and some other organized crime syndicates, but there was much more work to be done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 17:17:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raven<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 21st, 2020 | Friday<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wonder Woman<br><br><hr><br>Diana shook her head. <em><strong>"No, Raven."</strong></em> The woman rose and moved closer to the ash-skinned young woman and Diana put her arms around her. <em><strong>"That's not how we do things here. We don't trade lives. Your life isn't something we'll just throw away for our own security. If they come for you, we'll stand with you. If they manage to take you, we won't stop until we get you back, Raven, and Hera help them if they hurt you."</strong></em> Diana assured Raven. <br><br>Raven found herself freezing up as Wonder Woman hugged her, the physical contact so unexpected that her control slipped causing a nearby light fixture to burst in a shower of sparks and a flash of dark energy.&nbsp; When was the last time someone held her like this?&nbsp; When was the last time someone showed her any kindness?&nbsp; The only time she could recall was the night she had learned Trigon was her father, and Azar had reassured her that she didn't have to be like him just because his blood was in her veins.&nbsp; Now Wonder Woman, Diana, was reassuring her that they would never trade her life for their safety, that they would help her, save her if they had to, and avenge her should they not.<br><br>"That's... so stupid," she said quietly, resting her forehead against Wonder Woman's shoulder and reasserting control over herself.&nbsp; "Thank you."<br><br><em><strong>"If Trigon has agents on this world, we'll find them and stop them, Raven. And we'll find a way to stop Trigon. There's always a way, no matter how impossible it might seem, Raven."</strong></em> Diana employed some of Superman's rhetoric, but it was no less heartfelt for it.<br><br>"You might want to try finding the cult that summoned him in the first place," Raven suggested once she'd pulled herself together once more.&nbsp; "I wasn't told much, other than they seemed obsessed with blood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 01:42:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Check the Pic<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M. marching ever onward...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Harbor Docks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A meal invitation and an attempt to find out WHY...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Crush-Yuna&nbsp; ft Usher (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SGHPQ2FVm8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">I feel a little rush<br>I think I've got a little crush on you<br>I hope it's not too much<br>But babe, when I'm with you, I hear it<br>My heart singing</span></div><br><br>Jen's heart was beating fit to beat the band. She hadn't meant to blurt it out in quite that bald a fashion. She should have prettied it up or at least been less...herself. However, she knew that she wouldn't have been able to do it otherwise. He..shit. Somehow, the police didn't IMMEDIATELY assume she was the cause of whatever had brought them to the warehouse which was, you know, a damned good thing as guns were drawn as soon as she slipped past the busted door. Her hands went up but she said not a word, the various hard eyes causing her heart to leap into her throat and stay there. Thankfully, he didn't have the same problem.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Officers, thank you for the rapid response. I'm Static, this is Lightning. And we took down all these guys. This is everyone that was present. All the weapons are back in the warehouse, and all their files are on a computer I left unlocked for you guys to go through. All they need now is a pretty bow and we can call this a good Christmas gift, huh? Promotions all around, maybe?</span><br><br>A palpable sense of relief emanated from the gathering of boys (and girls) in blue and Jen was thankful, for once, that Virgil's natural charm worked so well on others. Hell, for all she knew it would have worked on her too, had she ever given him time to use it. That was one of the problems between them, at least in her case.&nbsp; Someone who was so...She shook her head slightly, cutting off that thought completely. It wasn't like he would accept, anyway!<br><br>A female officer approached the young woman, a pen and pad held at the ready. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Ma'am, do you have anything to add to your compatriot's tale?"</span> <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Not particularly, officer. He gave you the gist well enough. We came, we saw, we spanked them for being bad and then we waited for you to arrive. If he says the computer is open for your perusal? Then it is."</span> He words were softly spoken, not hesitant, only quietly stated. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You won't have a lot of paperwork to do, will you?"</span><br><br>A grin greeted that query even as the woman shook her head. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Nope. We were after this little group for a few weeks. Could never catch them as they moved fast. A lot of the work has been just waiting for names and such."</span> She nodded and turned away slightly. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Thanks for the help."</span><br><br>Jen shifted her attention slightly, debated fading into the darkness and running away like a scared puppy but then he walked up to her and answered. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I'd love to. Go out. To eat with you. I'd love to. It's about time we actually got to really know each other."</span><br><br>She felt the heat in her cheeks and knew that the blush was beyond evident. She hadn't expected him to agree! With a soft sigh, she crossed her arms and gave him a sort of side-eyed glance. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Good. I mean, thank you. Um, there's a little diner located on the main drag called Mike's. It's clean and the food looks good. Meet me there?"</span> She paused and gave him a brief frown. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I asked you for this little tete-a-tete so that means I pay."</span> With that, Jen slipped away, retreating quickly so that she could get back to her car. <br><br>She'd drive there and wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 08:23:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/supergirl_rebirth_vol_1_1_textless.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Supergirl<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian protective uniform (House of El)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Monday, August 24st 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Northern Canada, North Pole, Fortress of Solitude<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Remnants of a dead world<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Superman (mentioned) <br><strong>Theme</strong>: Two Steps From Hell - Unbreakable (https://youtu.be/MK-lwIGwp9Y)<br><br><hr><br>The crisp air of Northern Canada flew into Kara's hair, leaving tiny ice crystals in her blond, wavy locks as she flew. She held her arms along her body, breaking off with tradition to hold one of her fists ahead of her, as if it made any difference one way or another. At this latitude, clouds were strangely thin and high, as if even they were trying to escape the bitter cold. Kara, however, was unfazed by it and pierced through it at high speed, carrying a cone of condensation around her ankles. The sky around her had become dark around her as the hours passed and the North Pole grew nearer. Stars had begun to twinkle in her field of view, only disturbed by a few high clouds and the green, flowing glow of an aurora. The sound of the wind battered her ears but she didn't mind - in fact, it only seemed to encourage her to fly even faster and she laughed with glee when her own speed collapsed the air around her and produced a loud detonation usually attributed to fighter planes - a sonic boom. <br><br>She looked over the ocean below and zeroed in on her destination - an ice-covered island on the melting Arctic. She changed course and flew towards it, reducing her speed as she approached the walls of solid ice, hovering next to it for a short while as she perused the ice sheet with her X-Ray vision. Quickly, she found what she was looking for - a key, much larger than any key made by man but more importantly - far heavier. She landed and punched through the ice to grab the handle of the golden key, struggling to lift it until she had pulled it out far enough to pick it up with both hands. <br><br>"Now I know how Kal gets so buffed.", she groaned as she stabilized her hold on the alien object. Once again using her X-Ray vision, she examined the ice cliff before her until she found a crack in the ice and underneath it, a most peculiar spot under the ice - a keyhole. She staggered as she brought the giant key to the desired spot and pushed it in, then used her considerable strength to turn the key. Soon, the ground shook and the wall of ice before her parted, revealing an entrance in a wall made of solid crystal. She smiled as the familiar entrance opened for her and she stepped in. <br><br>Inside, the sun shone through the walls made of jagging pillars of crystal that joined together to form an immense vault and it glittered around Kara like a billion stars. A short distance in, Kara stopped to admire the two massive figures sculpted in crystal, their hands joined over the pathway into an arch as they held a globe over the large room. Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van, her uncle and her aunt. She smiled wistfully at the monument and proceeded further into the structure. Soon, a robotic voice greeted her and its owner quickly hovered into view. <br><br>"Greetings, Kara Zor-El."<br>"Hello Kelex. Is Kal here today?"<br>"I'm afraid not, miss Zor-El. Is there anything I can help you with?"<br>"No, it's actually quite alright. I need some alone time. I'll be in the Holograms room."<br>"As you wish. I will remain quiet."<br>"Thank you.", she replied as the Kryptonian droid hovered away.<br><br>Kara walked into a large room and stood in front of a computer panel, built into a sleek crystal pedestal, and covered with buttons bearing hieroglyphs from a language Kara knew very well: Kryptonian. In the middle of the panel, a large button in the shape of a half-globe stuck out. She reached out and placed her hand over it. Quickly, the entire panel came alive and as she withdrew her hand, the sigil of the House of El shone and spun inside the globe.<br><br>"Computer, activate Alura In-Ze hologram."<br><br>A simple chime acknowledged her command and soon, a giant-size holographic image appeared in front of her - that of a woman dressed in a stylish Krytponian robe. She appeared to be in her late thirties, still beautiful. Kara smiled.<br><br>"Hello mother.", she said in her mother tongue.<br><em>"Hello Kara. How are you, my dear?"</em>, the hologram replied in an even, soft voice, also in Kryptonian.<br>"I miss you.", Kara replied weakly as her voice choked. <br><em>"You indeed display signs of mental distress. Was it wise to come here?"</em><br>"Probably not. But since when have I been wise?"<br><em>"According to my records, not very often. Nevertheless, I am happy to see you."</em><br><br>Kara chuckled and wiped away a tear.<br><br>"Thanks. I'm going on my first mission for the Justice League tomorrow."<br><em>"A remarkable achievement, Kara. You should be proud. Yet, you seem nervous."</em><br>"I am. I've always worked alone until now. I feel like I'm not ready."<br><em>"What makes you feel that way?"</em><br>"I don't know... I just don't want to make a mistake."<br><em>"Mistakes do happen, Kara. You learn through them. Expecting not to ever make one is unreasonable."</em><br><br>Kara sighed. <br><br>"That's what you used to say back home."<br><em>"Of course. I am, after all, a projection of the woman known as Alura In-Ze built from the records stored in this computer. You <strong>must </strong>remember that, for the sake of your mental health."</em><br>"I know, I know. You're not the real thing. Still, it feels good to talk to you."<br><em>"That is my purpose."</em><br>"But I can't make a mistake now. People depend on me. I can't fail my teammates."<br><em>"Then fail them not. Mistakes and failures are not one and the same, Kara. Your companions, I gather, are all Justice League candidates, such as yourself. They do not depend on you anymore than you on them. That is the principle of a team. Any mistake one member makes must be corrected by their teammates."</em><br>"I guess... but not all of them can stop a bullet or throw a car in orbit."<br><em>"Irrelevant. They have their strengths, you have your weaknesses. Do not focus on what could go wrong and do not be arrogant. Focus on the task at hand. Keep your mind in the present and you will do fine."</em><br>"Thanks. I suppose you're right."<br><em>"You seem calmer. May I be of any further help?"</em><br>"Yeah, actually. Can you bring up my paper on Daxam?"<br><em>"Affirmative."</em><br><br>The image of Alura disappeared, instead replaced by a holographic page of text written in Kryptonian. Kara perused the document attentively, pinching her chin between her index and her thumb, her elbow resting in her other hand over her torso as she read. Her reading complete, she made her way out of the Fortress of Solitude, locking it behind her - Kal-El would kill her if she let it open, she thought - and buried the heavy key into the ice, using her heat vision to melt and her breath to solidify the ice around it. As she was about to take off, she felt a vibration inside her belt.<br><br>"There's no wireless here, it must be a satellite call. This means...", she thought as she pulled her phone from her pocket and answered the call. <br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>As expected, the voice at the other end was that of Jeremiah Danvers, her adoptive "father" from the DEO.<br><br>"Kara, it's Jeremiah. You alright?"<br>"Sure. What's going on?"<br>"Well... DEO got a call from NASA, who got a call from the Royal Canadian Air Force and our own Air Force about a possible UFO breaking the sound barrier over the Canadian Arctic. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"<br>"... Oops?"<br><br>Jeremiah sighed. <br><br>"That's what I thought. I'll let them know. Get outta there before they send choppers to the Fortress of Solitude. I don't think your cousin would be very happy about that."<br>"Right... I need to head back to Rhode Island, anyway."<br>"Good. And Kara?"<br>"Yes?"<br>"You'll do great."<br><br>She smiled. <br><br>"Thanks... 'Dad'."<br><br>She hung up and stuffed her phone into her belt before taking off into the sky and flying in direction of the American East Coast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 14:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/fd/d8/a9fdd8cf790276e6419f2ec99b81ed66.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Mia Smoak (Artemis)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Artemis Green Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Star City<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Royal Flush Gang, Lor Zod<br><hr><br>Ten was a skilled fighter and she was for sure getting more licks in with Mia hen she was with her which was frustrating. But she remembered her hand to hand training with Nyssa and gave it everything that she had. But Ten was also wearing some kinde of body suit which seemed to prevent her from getting harmed. So every time that Artemis would get a blow into her body which was a sensitive spot it only stunned her as apposed to caused any real damage. Ten however got some good hits in towards Mia`s face and her abdomen. Which really winded the archer and caused her to stagger back. She was pissed, how could she not take down this pathetic cry for help? She quickly drew a sharpe arrow and realised it at ten and it hit her clean in the right shoulder. But again the black and white body suit seemed to shield her from any real pain and with a primal scream she pulled it out. She called Artemis a *Cunt* which showed how classy she was NOT and then lunged back at the daughter of the Green Arrow.&nbsp; The fight went on for awhile with Mia avoiding every damm blow that she possibly could. But within moments Zod was with them in a quick blast. <br><br>Artemis caught her breath as the hulking Kryptonain aided her in taking down Ten. Zod grabbed Ten's arm and hurled her ungently into the nearest wall and followed it with a blast of his arctic vision, freezing her to the wall. The room suddenly was a lot colder and Artemis was starting to rethink the costume dynamics of her skin tight green costume, maybe she was revealing too much skin as her farther had pointed out when she showed him.<br><br>Zod then turned his heat vision onto the laser that the Gang was employing to try and open the vault. Zod turned it into a pile of molten metals and burnt plastics, prompting Jack of Spades to scream and leap backwards, landing on his backside. He tried to rise and Zod froze him in place with another blast of arctic vision. As Mia looked around them the entire room was filed with the smell of smoke and ice with the Flush Gange seemingly taken care of. Artemis was breathing heavy and she was sweating.&nbsp; As she observed Zod he looked paler then before he didn't look as healthy which for a kryptonain was unusual this made Mia frown as she observed his whole suture, had the Gang really taken it out of him?<br><br>He even had bruise's on his face, Artemis reached up with her right hand to examine him. But stopped herself when he told her that he had no Means of contacting the police of Star City. That broke Mia`s thoughts and she reached in one of the pockets on her belt and pulled out a small communicator from the pouche. "I do!" She said as she then called in the attack on the communicator. Her farther had given her the communicator and it was a way of contacting the SCPD without them tracing her. "We should move big guy." She said knowing how fast the response time in the city was. "As much as it pains me to say this we should go to Secret Sanctuary and get you looked at." Mia said with seriousness in her voice. She really didn't want to join *The Team* but her farther thought it would be good for her and she knew that Val Zod was a member, infact she knew pretty much everyone from the case files she had read but yet she had been dragging her feet in going. Zod looked well enough to fly and he could totally pick her up like a doll and fly with her if he wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 22:49:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br><strong>DAY:</strong> 21 August 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 2130<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chit-chat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> John Constantine<br><hr><br>Zach irritably narrowed his eyes at John. “You don’t know shit about me, and neither does Giovanni. I’m not about to standby and watch the world get fucked by some demon.”<br><br>He watched John glance at his watch and stand with the intent to depart. “I would ask for some way to contact you, but I don’t think that’s a problem for you. You seem to be more than capable of finding me—even in a shit hole out here.”<br><br>Zach rose to his feet next since there didn’t seem to be a danger anymore. He was going to leave as well. He didn’t want to be around the crazy bartender another minute. “When you need my help, give me a when and where and I’ll take care of it,” he told him as he removed his deck once again. He removed a card and tossed it upon the floor.<br><br><em>Emoh em ekat…</em><br><br>The card expanded into the size of a door. Zach reached down to lift it like a hatch revealing a dark stairwell. The bartender gawked over his shoulder as Zach started down the wooden steps. He turned to grasp the card door and closed it behind him. The card then shrank back to normal size. The bartender curiously crouched before it and picked it up.<br><br>“What a crazy trick,” he muttered as he turned the card before his eyes.<br><br><div align="center">[End Scene]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 04:59:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lor Zod<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Aug 22, 2020<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Early Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Star City, within a Queen Industries Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving the Royal Flush Gang for SCPD, Returning to the Secret Sanctuary<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Artemis<br><br><hr><br>Zod watched Artemis raise her hand, turning his eyes just so to gaze at the rising appendage. Her movements slowed as he accelerated his perception, searching her hand for a weapon. He shifted through the EM spectrum that he could perceive, but that showed nothing. It did not mean she intended him no harm, only that he could not perceive it. Artemis was a warrior - why else would she seek to touch him, if not to strike? Zod was prepared to blast her with his arctic vision, the moment her threat stood revealed. But she stopped her motion and dug out a communicator, using it to call the local law enforcement. Zod's perceptions shifted back to human normal. <br><br>His face stolid and inexpressive as she mentioned looking returning to the Sanctuary and having him examined. He knew what the problem was, but, nevertheless, decided to humour the female archer. <br><br>First, however, Zod employed his arctic vision to freeze King and Queen to the floor, to ensure that if they recovered from Artemis's arrow that they would not be able to free their fellows and flee.<br><br>Rather than picking the archer up, Zod retrieved the device at his belt that allowed for remote access to the Sanctuary's teleportation system. He used his thumb to key in a few commands, and in short order the two of them were transported back to the Sanctuary. <br><br>[continued in Secret Sanctuary Rooms and Chambers]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 17:43:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Docks &gt; Mike's Diner<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting closer to Jenn<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> When he said yes to dinner with her, Jennifer's face lit up like a Christmas tree and a blind man could have seen her blush. It was cute though, and despite his confidence and charisma, Virgil couldn't help a little smile with some blush in his cheeks as well. He played with one of his dreads as she tried her best not to look at him face to face when he accepted. She had already picked out a spot for them to eat that he'd seen, but never stopped at before. <br><br>"Mike's on main street it is, beautiful. And you can pay, as long as you let me get the tip. Gotta spend all this S.T.A.R. Labs blank check money on somethin', right?" As she left, he stayed and watched her leave. Then he hovered into the sky and flew off toward the strip. He had a car, but he hadn't brought it since he planned on getting wasted tonight and he could saucer drunk just fine. He only had to fly high until he got back home. Driving was a whole other issue with people and cars and it was just uggggh. <br><br>A short while later, he'd touched down in the alley behind Mike's and removed his uniform, leaving him back in his civvies. He checked himself over to make sure he looked okay, then walked out to the sidewalk and casually turned like he'd just taken a shortcut. He went inside and got a table for them, because he didn't see Jennifer yet, but the place had big windows, so it'd be easy for her to see him when she got there. When his waitress came to take his order, he told her he was waiting on his date, but he'd take a soda with a shot of cherry flavor in it for now.&nbsp; <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 20:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Check the Pic<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M. marching ever onward...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Mike's Diner<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A meal invitation and an attempt to find out WHY...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Crush-Yuna&nbsp; ft Usher (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SGHPQ2FVm8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><hr><br><em>'He called me beautiful!!'</em> <br><br>She couldn't really think after that, just moved quickly away before she stuttered out something completely idiotic which would underline for him just how clueless she actually <strong>was</strong>!! The idea was enough to dry her throat and bring a heated flush to the entirety of her face. Much better to exit stage left before he had a chance to stop her. The flight, quick as it was, filled her with worry. Would she make a fool of herself? Would he notice her discomfort? Did she look okay? <br><br><em>'Why did he call me beautiful?"</em><br><br>She parked a few minutes later and watched as he sauntered out of the alley, his well tended locks touching his shoulders and swinging slightly. With quick motions, Jen reached up and tugged her hair from it's ponytail, leaving it to hang down her back in a waterfall of silk. Once she'd slipped from her car, she gave herself a quick once over, noting the tautness of her belly and the way her hands shook, almost uncontrollably. Still, she had invited him. Best to get it over with, right? A nod and then she was off with a hip swinging gait that ate up the distance until she stepped into the diner. A bell announced her presence.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Sorry if you had to wait long for me, Virgil. I went ahead and grabbed my car. You ready to order...and why did you agree?"</span>&nbsp; She knew she sounded stilted, odd but it couldn't be helped. She hadn't expected a yes, had never expected that!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-09-2019, 00:37:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Docks &gt; Mike's Diner<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting closer to Jenn<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Lightning</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> His soda came quickly, and for good measure, he ordered another in case Jenn wanted some, and a glass of water in case she didn't...because then he could drink the second soda and everyone would be happy. Not too long after, he pulled out his phone and checked his Hero app, a still in progress app he was working on that would pull info and data from a plethora of outlets like local news, the internet, social media, etc... and compile it all so any hero could get a notice of a crime in progress. <br><br>He was even tinkering with individualized algorithms so heroes like Superman or Flash would get notices from much further away, as they were fast enough to reach them in a reasonable time frame. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be too much going on at the moment, which meant he could focus on what came next when Jenn showed up. Not making a fool of himself. The ding of the bell caused him to look up, and there she was, Jennifer Pierce, looking as good as always. He smiled and waved her over. "Nah, no worries. I've been here maybe five whole minutes. And it's always easier to drink and fly than drink and drive so I left my car at home." <br><br>He slid her menu across the table when she asked if he was ready to order, but before he could find the seal and pull his own menu apart to see what they had to offer, she asked another question. Why did he agree? "Uhhhhhh," was all he managed as he put the laminated rectangle back down on the table top. "Well, I didn't see a reason to say no? I mean, you and me have never been <em>close</em> but that's obviously because of me and your dad and then you and your dad and that whole hero triangle thing. <br><br>So I get it. You were mad at me by extension of him, so it wasn't ever really me you were mad at. I was just the easiest target. Been through that whole thing before with my sister, even with a buddy of mine who volunteered down at the community center. For like a year I swore up and down my dad cared more about him than me. So I took myself out of the equation, and that left a beautiful woman who is at the very least askin' me out to bury the hatchet, but hopefully, so we can finally start ya know...getting to know each other. It's kinda weird how me and Anissa are such good friends but you and I can barely be in a room for five minutes without it being an issue. So...let's change that."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young Justice: Ascendance - Random Happenings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>29-09-2019, 04:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Check the Pic<br><strong>DAY:</strong> August 22nd<br><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30 A.M. marching ever onward...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Mike's Diner<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A meal invitation and an attempt to find out WHY...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Wanna be Your Lover-Prince (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rp8WL621uGM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Him aka Static<br><br><hr><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">I want to be your lover<br>I want to be the only one that makes you come running<br>I want to be your lover<br>I want to turn you on, turn you out<br>All night long, make you shout</span></div><br>Jen couldn't get that damned song to leave her mind, even as she settled across from him and listened to his reasons for accepting her invitation. Was it his eyes? Maybe the way his bottom lip begged to be suckled? She didn't know and honestly, she was just so tired of trying to figure it out. As he slid the menu toward her, she allowed her gaze to track along the length of his arm and the slenderness of his hands. They were masculine but he had pianist's fingers, long and slim. Her brain stuttered at the perversion that immediately sprang to mind and a blush suffused her features. God, she hoped he hadn't noticed!<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"How do we change it, though,"</span> she queried, quietly. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I mean, yeah, I concede your point. I'm not angry at you, not really but you were the easier target, just as you said."</span> She reached for the water as it was placed on the table and flicked her dark gaze up to meet his eyes. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It's damned difficult to know how to begin. Like what do you do for fun? Do you have a girl?"</span> The litany of queries continued, but silently. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>'If no, would ya like one? How bout me?'</em></span> Nope, not letting any of that out!<br><br>The waitress returned and stood hip shot beside the table, a small pad and pen gripped in her hands. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"So, what can I get for ya?"</span><br><br>Jen glanced at the young man across from her and waited for him to order before she placed her own. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Chicken Cesar salad, please. No dressing."</span> It wasn't that she needed to watch her weight, not really, but it was late (or early) and she hated filling up before bed. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>'I know a way to burn it off!'</em></span> Had it been possible to slap herself for shit talking without Virgil looking at her like she'd gone insane, she definitely would have done so. <br><br>Once the server sauntered away, an extra swing in her hips that Jen was sure was for Virgil's benefit, she continued on, her husky contralto quiet. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"How do you want us to get to know each other? I mean, besides asking questions? I could lie. Hell you could too."</span> She closed her eyes and pondered. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I guess I will just have to see what the night brings, right?"</span><br><br>She fell into silence...and listened to that damned song as Prince wailed in her mind.
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