DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg & Ace]
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 23:23:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>&nbsp; US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>&nbsp; Secret POW Camp, Kaznia &gt; Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:40 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr><br>====10 Minutes Ago====<br><br>The rhythmic whir of the treadmill combined with the steady thud of his footfalls were felt more than heard as Captain Adam continued to jog and sweat like he'd been doing for the past half hour. He had in "earbuds" as people called them, and was listening to some kid named Kendrick Lamar. Rap sure had come a long way since his day, especially the bad stuff. It actually hurt his ears to listen to. Reaching down for his water, he took a sip then looked at the time. <br><br>He had another 20 minutes on the treadmill, then some free weights before dinner. He wasn't a normal soldier anymore, but he still acted like one and decided that one way he could stay busy was trying to keep to his normal schedule before all this shit happened. Due to the music blasting in his ears, he didn't hear anyone come in, he didn't sense the soldier behind him. All he felt was a large, strong hand gripping his shoulder suddenly. <br><br>A memory flashed through his head and he immediately went into action, letting the treadmill slide him backward and onto the floor, where he was already swinging around behind the man and locking one arm behind his back, while slinging the other around his neck and squeezing. It took him a whole five seconds to realize it was just a soldier, and he let him go. Holding up his hand, he pulled his headphones out and looked the guy over. "Apologies, Davies. I've been on so many ops lately, it's hard to turn it off." The soldier was still rubbing his throat and trying to get over what had just happened, but he held out a thumbs up.<br><br>&nbsp;"They got a mission for you, Cap. Brass says briefing in the war room in five." Then Davies saluted and went on his way. Nate tossed up a return salute, then grabbed his towel and started drying the sweat off. Five minutes later, he was fully dressed and standing at attention in the war room. A few seconds after that, several men came in. After they were all seated, one looked at Nathaniel. "You may take your seat, Captain." "Sir." He sat down, then picked up the dossier files in front of him and started flipping through pages while the Colonel spoke. "Earlier today at 1630 hours, one of our POW's managed to sneak away from a North Korean camp.<br><br>&nbsp;He took down a passing patrol and radioed in for help. Thanks to Airman 1st Class Benjamin Teller, we've got an exact location of the base, rough enemy numbers, and more. He's hiding out nearby and waiting for the cavalry...waiting for <em>you</em>, Captain. Unfortunately&nbsp; we didn't decode the message until about a half hour ago. Those damn Koreans are getting more formidable each and every year." Nate nodded along, listening and reading at the same time. "Your mission, Captain, is to free our boys, and burn that place to the ground. Don't even leave a single toilet standing."<br><br>&nbsp;He looked at the three men looking right back at him. There was a time when he'd have been given this mission, and he'd have done it the normal way. He'd have been dropped into the country with some of his best men; they'd take down the perimeter, and before anyone knew it they'd have full control. He'd done the same thing dozens of times before. Now things were different though. Now he had unimaginable power, and the boys in brass didn't miss any chance they could to flex his muscles. "Op-For...KoS?(Kill on Sight)" "These men have had our boys lock, stock, and barrel for months, Captain...what do you think?"<br><br>&nbsp;He nodded and turned on his heel. "Consider it done, sir. I'll have our men back soon." When he was reaching for the door, the Colonel called out to him. "Oh Captain. Just remember that another successful mission means another glowing report to Eiling." Nate turned and looked over his shoulder, working hard to keep from sneering and fire blazing from his eyes. "Noted, <em>sir</em>." Once he was out the door, he took a deep breath and walked away. Then he stopped. He'd been heading to the armory...he didn't need weapons anymore. Heading down to the launch pad, he was let through by the techs, then held his hand up. <br><br>He looked at his open palm and a liquid, silver material started to spread out of his pores. In a few seconds he was completely coated and pale blue fire started to stream from his eyes. "Captain Atom. Launching in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." He didn't get to 0. Instead he bent his knees and took off, soaring up through the mile long exit hatch at breakneck speeds. <br><br>===Present===<br><br>He had to keep his altitude low, and his cruise speed even lower once he crossed over into North Korean airspace. Too high or too face and he'd show up on radar. So he kept it low and slow until he made it to the coordinates that had been sent. At first he thought he had the wrong place, but he could see movement below, and a more detailed look indeed showed a large installation. It was a bonafide POW camp. He hadn't seen one of these in a while. He knew how they worked, and a full frontal attack would draw all attention away from the prisoners while they tried to find out who was attacking them.<br><br>&nbsp;Well by the time they figured it out, it'd be too little, too late. "Time to go to work." Plummeting from the sky like a stone, he impacted the ground by the guard gate hard, sending out a small tremor and sending up a dust plume from his landing. The dust hadn't even begun to settle when a pale blue beam of energy hit the closest guard and his upper half turned to dust. In the next few seconds, the entire guard station went the same way. The alarms started going off as he melted through the security gate. It was the same as before. He was unstoppable by conventional means, so he only had to wade through these guys until he found his soldiers.<br><br>&nbsp;It was sad really. To see these men fighting the unknown in vain. To see a man watch his battle buddy get grabbed by the skull and have his head popped like a grape, then open fire on the creature that did it? The North Koreans may have been evil, but at least he could call them brave. The poor brave soul didn't feel a thing when Nate ripped him apart into atomic dust particles. For almost 10 minutes it went on like this, and by the time he made it to the prison block, the base looked like it had been under siege for months.<br><br>&nbsp;Tanks and other vehicles lay strewn in burnt, twisted pieces. Men lay dead or dying...the ones who still had remains anyway. Craters and scorch marks were everywhere. He kicked in the door, and after finding all the POW's cooped up in a single room, he simply erased the door from existence. "Ladies, Gentlemen," he said in a deep, calm voice. "Follow me single file, and I'll get you all home." Who was this guy? It didn't matter. He seemed to be the cause of the destruction outside, and he said he was here to help. Could they afford to argue? Every single one, even the civilians followed him outside and stopped when he walked over to the one vehicle still standing. A small, four person jeep.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sorry sir, but there's no way we're all gonna fit in there. You gotta have a better ex-fil plan than that!" Atom looked at the man and nodded his head slightly. "I do, soldier. Just gimme a second. Oh, and all of you stand back about....20 feet." Once they did, he rubbed his hands together, then held them out pointed at the jeep. He concentrated and forced a change, imagining what the jeep could be, what he <em>wanted</em> it to be. A ring of energy surrounded it at the front end, and started trailing backwards. And as it did, the jeep grew larger and larger, changing size and shape as well. When he was finished, it was no longer a jeep, but a fully fueled plane with room enough for everyone. <br><br>"Everyone all aboard. Next stop...the US of A. Oh, before I forget, anyone here a pilot?" Several hands raised and he picked out two. "Good, you two are gonna fly this bucket home. I could, but piloting <em>and</em> warding off surface to air defenses is kinda hard. Don't worry about take-off, I've got that handled. You just be sure to fly her right once you're in the air." It took about 15 minutes for everyone to load in, but once they were all on, and the pilots were commed into his channel, he walked underneath the plane and flew up until his palms were pressed against it. With a small grunt, he pushed the plane up and off the ground. Then they went up and up and up until they were at a safe distance.<br><br>&nbsp;"Okay boys. Start the engines and get her ready. I'm gonna give you a runnin' start!"&nbsp; He winded up to throw, when an emergency blackband SOS came onto his comm. Something was wrong big time back at HQ. Which meant he had to go clean up yet another mess. Flying forward with the plane on his back, once the pilots told him the turbines were at 100% and they were ready, he tossed the plane like a massive football. It flew from his strength for a while before dipping, and then rising up once it had achieved lift with the engines. "We are in the air, sir, and safe. What's the next plan?" Atom quickly caught up, phasing through the roof and landing in the cockpit. "Next plan is this." <br><br>He looked down at the console and numbers started flying over the screen. "I've set the auto-pilot for a special staging area. Soldiers will get debriefed, civilians are gonna get new papers to keep them safe. Until we're out of this airspace though, I'm your wingman. So you just keep her steady, and leave the rest for me." He was getting antsy now, since every minute he was here, was another minute something incalculably bad could be happening at Continuum HQ. But his presence was proved to be needed when he shut down no less than 8 cruise missiles fired at the craft. <br><br>The moment they were out of NK airspace though, they were homefree. "Attention, crew. You are now free and clear. Just follow those coordinates and you'll be in a warm bed in just a few hours." The comm crackled again and the pilots voice came in loud and clear. "You saved our lives, sir. What's your name?"&nbsp; He smiled before starting to veer off. "Captain Atom." Once he was far enough away that they wouldn't get caught in his wake, he poured on the juice, breaking several sound barriers to get back home as fast as possible. When he arrived, he could sense something was off. Silent alarm was going off, but there was no activity outside. Just what was going on here?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 00:46:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:40 hours <br><hr><br>There were few places that John Constantine particularly disliked ending up. A secret military base in the United States was definitely one of the few, though. The Yankee soldiers just never seemed to like it when he showed up...It was probably the accent, right?<br><br>Yeah, it had to be the accent.<br><br>This never would have happened though if the government hadn't started poking its nose in business it had no matter being in. The Rising Darkness had him running ragged for a good while now. The forces of evil were gaining strength, and there were too few standing up to oppose them. The shenanigans going on in Gotham City and Metropolis and all those other havens of crime weren't his issue. Crime was crime, it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. It was true evil, the forces of hell and other planes of darkness, that gave him pause for concern. And it was those very forces that had shown their face in the...What the bloody hells did they even call this place? Probably something that only made sense to some wanker sitting behind a fancy desk somewhere. Area 52, probably.<br><br>Flashing his charmed card at the main door got him in. He was now, apparently, an agent from Department of Homeland Defense, with an important briefcase of documents to drop off for the man in charge. No, he could not hand the briefcase over to anybody else, and...okay, sure, he'd share a smoke. That had been enough to get him inside. Now, where was the--<br><br>...Was that burning charcoal and sulfur? Well, what he was looking for had to be in that direction. <br><br>Screaming and shouting echoed down the halls, and three armed soldiers rushed by him. A sliding door opened, and two scientists stumbled out, lab coats torn, bloody.<br><br>"It's a...a...a monster!" one of the scientists shouted, and took off running down the hall. No one noticed his eyes pulse red briefly, as something grabbed the second scientist and dragged him back into the lab, screaming in pain and terror. Blood and gore sprayed the windows, and the soldiers reached the door, opening fire...only for a gout of fire to engulf them instead. As they dispersed, screaming, trying to put out the flames, John Constantine reached the door to the labs, hand held out, an incantation already leaving his mouth. <br><br>“The Sacred Cross commands you. The Star of David commands you. The Omkar, the Lotus, and the Shahada command you! Flee this place! Disperges in ventum! Be not, and be gone!” The demon that was feasting on the scientist's body started to howl and screech, as his body started to dissolve, banished by the incantation. There were others in the lab, but on sensing him, they fled. One burst into a swarm of locusts and disappeared down a vent, while the other faded away in a wisp of smoke. <br><br>"Bloody hells...A hunger demon? And a wayward spirit..." he muttered, looking around. That was unnatural. Well, as unnatural as any of these things could be. No...A normal demon, a hunger demon, and a spirit. Those forces didn't gather on their own. But one brought them here. Leaning back, and tapping his hands on his legs, he looked down the hall. No guards, aside from the ones that had died from the fire. He had a moment to snoop around. "Let's take a peek, and see what happened in here..." he murmured to himself. Stepping inside the lap, gingerly avoiding the blood so as not to ruin his nice, new black shoes, he hummed. Various technological devices were ruined. And the only light in the room came from sparking electricity and fire. Now, that was odd...<br><br>In the center, though, was a black obelisk. Or, what had been a black obelisk...Now it was shattered, hollow inside, and...<br><br>"Oh, bugger me...They released a bleedin' demon of the inner circle..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 01:05:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>&nbsp; US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>&nbsp; Secret POW Camp, Kaznia &gt; Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:45 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr><br>By this point, Nathaniel was so used to handlers telling him what to do, when to use his powers, <em>how</em>. That sometimes he forgot what all he could do, especially without them telling him how they thought his powers should work. No one knew him better than him, dammit. And he was going to show that. He took a step toward the base, and teleported. His next step was inside the building, and if he hadn't thought something was wrong before, he <em>knew</em> something was wrong now. Alarms were blaring, but the halls were empty.<br><br>&nbsp;At a black level alert, the whole facility went into lockdown aside from necessary personnel, and all the defenses came online. So far he'd seen nothing and no one though. Turning down one hallway, his pale, lifeless glowing eyes narrowed. He saw signs of a fight, and a mean one at that. Blood on the floor and walls, blood spattering the windows inside the room. Scorch marks from high heat, but no shrapnel, no debris? Whoever did this had some wicked tech to cause wounds like that and burns with only scorching as proof. He floated down the hall in complete silence, then hovered through the open door and calmly looked at some bloody, oozing, charred remains. <br><br>Something had torn these men apart and burned them too. Were they dealing with another meta?! Looking up from the gore, he saw a small man with dirty blond hair and a snazzy trenchcoat(even after 20 years Nate never lost his fashion sense) "Hey!" His voice was loud, but measured. It was to get this guys attention, not antagonize him. He had no idea who he was or what he was capable of. He could be a lab tech who took Casual Fridays to heart, or the thing that tore those men apart. He'd find out either way. <br><br>"Identify yourself. And tell me what...<em>that</em> thing is." His foot touched the ground, and he strode over, but kept a few feet of distance. His face remained stern for a moment, then as he looked more at the obelisk, and around the room. The room they were standing in was the entry room for a testing area. Several rooms all connected for different levels of testing. Room 1 was staging where you performed preliminary tests and gathered data. Most of the machines were ruined, but he knew the layout by heart since he'd spent weeks in a room like this.&nbsp; He growled low in his throat at the thought forming. "This wasn't you, was it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 01:42:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:40 hours <br><hr><br>Company? Already? And without even making a sound...Now, that wasn't like soldiers at all. Shouldn't he had heard boots, and a bunch of tough-guy jargon, and men making their weapons make every clacking and clicking sound they could? <br><br>And then to accuse him of doing all this? Now, that was just rude.<br><br>"Come on, mate, do you think if I did this I'd have stuck around to be caught?" he asked, before turning and looking at the door. Blinking in surprise, having expected some kind of normal soldier and seeing a...something else...instead, gave even him pause. A silver man. That was...huh. That was new. "Oh...Might make to see a doctor there, looks like you have a skin condition..." Pulling a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his trench coat he pulled out of the cancer stick out, walking over to one of the flames in the room and lighting it there before taking a long drag.<br><br>"No, this sodding mess is on you, guv. Your blokes were working with something they had no right to mess with, and let loose something sealed away since the days of...Well, that part is hard to say. Needless to say, they broke a seal." Walking by the obelisk, he kicked one of the stones, starting to circle it. Next out of his coat was a piece of paper, which he promptly rolled up. And then, lit on fire, but it burned very slowly, and let loose an odd smoke. "No, let's see what we missed..."<br><br>Unless the man started to stop him, he would start casting a spell...<br><br>"Ximbatik kaajal ak bin-ka-aak-abtal..." he chanted out. The smoke intensified, swirling around the room. Ghostly images of things as they had been before they were destroyed appeared. Shades of the scientists were examining the obelisk. Then the power failed...the obelisk shattered...and the three demons appeared. And yet, it just seemed off...This wasn't right, he was still missing something.<br><br>"That don't add up..." he muttered, taking a long drag of the cigarette. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Oi, can you turn off that alarm? Makin' it sodding hard to think..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 02:14:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong> US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:45 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Constantine<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr>Nate waited until the shady character turned around to shrug his shoulders and cross his arms over his chest. He could see the surprise in his face. It was the same look he got every single time someone who wasn't prepared to see him, saw him as Captain Atom. At least he could turn it off. "I've been a soldier for 12 years...well technically 30. But when you do this as long as I have, you realize the human capacity for doin' dumb shit is practically limitless...so I figured it was worth a shot."<br><br>&nbsp;Surprisignly, Nate found himself liking the cut of this guys jib. No one who acted like he was right now could be a liar. Plus he was British. He knew all the men in this base with accents, and he wasn't one. Sounded like...Liverpool? He couldn't help but chuckle when the limey bastard pointed out his rather obvious "skin condition" as he called it. He tilted his head a bit and the metal melted away slightly, leaving his head and neck fully human and uncovered. <br><br>"It's not as bad as it looks, trust me." And then he had a chrome dome once again. He shook his head and cupped his forehead with his hand when whoever this guy was told him what he already knew. He didn't know how or why he knew, but he did. Everything aligned too perfectly for this to be anything but the scientists once again trying to play God with a chemistry set and a generator. He didn't know why, but he suddenly got angry when the Brit said <em>your</em>, like the people here were his friends.<br><br>&nbsp;He was a field ready test subject, kept in check not by a power greater than his own, but his own morals. He couldn't fight against the very country he still fought for. Not like he wanted to. Until he cleared his name, he had to be here; he didn't want to. "How the Hell do you think they made <em>me?!</em> Men with big brains and too much time on their hands trying to find <em>any</em> way possible to tip the scales further and further in our favor, until the damn scale snaps off. Hell it's a one in a trillion chance I'm still alive. And all because they can't be satisfied. Too much is never enough."<br><br>&nbsp;It was Atom's turn to look surprised when the guy walked in a circle, pulled a scrap of paper out of his coat and lit it. It didn't burn like normal, it was like it was a fraction of the normal speed. Plus the smoke looked funky. He raised a hand to stop whatever was about to happen, then figured why the fuck not? If this guy wasn't on the level he could always disintegrate him; or turn his bones brittle. That'd make for some easy interrogation. <br><br>A strange language came from the man, but Nate put the incantation to memory. He could run it through the database later in case he wouldn't tell him what he said. It did something though, and the smoke billowed thicker and thicker until it turned into moving images. Like a flashback of what had happened. He watched them play with the thing, and then when the power went out, the obelisk shattered. What were those?! They looked like...but could they be? He looked away from the images and to the man when he asked about the alarm. "Wha? Oh, hold on."<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes seemed to blink and the alarm faded out. "Those...were demons weren't they? I head some of the boys talking about occult shit. I thought it was rumors or off-site. Nothing I had access to. Well, I suppose I really can't be surprised magic is real considering everything I can do." He paced back and forth a bit before stopping and looking at a man who seemed to know what was going on, which made him Nate's new best friend. "Okay, can I get your name, and can you tell me just what the Sam Fuckin' Hill is goin' on around here? And if I can somehow kill whatever's causing it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 04:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st<br><hr><br>The incantation that the government-run hero had memorized for later was ancient Mayan. The very same Mayans that had that moon calendar the world freaked out about three years ago. Though if he could actually find that out then, well, he or whatever government lackey he gave it to was quite skilled at digging up information.<br><br>"Eh...Fair 'nough," John said with a shrug as the man explained his reasoning. And when he turned normal again, he just arched a brow. "Well now...'Bout time someone took my advice."<br><br>For the most part, though, he ignored the rant the man went off on. Because, for the most part, it didn't concern him. He was some kind of government super project. Somehow, he wasn't surprised. But it did sound like the man had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. That could be handy to use, later. Especially if fixing whatever was going on here could involve butting heads with some officer that had his head shoved so far up his own ass that he couldn't smell the brimstone burning in his own base. But what was useful, was the eye blink and the alarms going away. That was quite appreciated.<br><br>"Cheers, mate..." he said as the noise faded. And when he asked if they were demons, Constantine just nodded. "Aye...but ones that shouldn't be here. You missed the fun, already dealt with one. But a hunger demon escapes, as did a wayward spirit...Something pulled them here, and I don't know what. I doubt it was the...wankers here that should leave the dark magic to the professionals..." Which, for that matter, bought Constantine to stand in front of the soldier, puffing on his cigarette. It was surprising that he accepted magic was real so easily.<br><br>"Well now, normally I need to spend fifteen minutes teaching you poor sod's that magic, Heaven, and Hell are all real. Thanks for making it easy on me." Holding up a hand, he seemed to pluck a business card out of the air, and offer it forward. "Name's John Constantine. Now, where's the chow around here? Best I catch the hunger demon first, before it gets too powerful."<br><br><div align="center">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/57a2/f/2014/133/b/0/nbc__constantine___business_card_reproduction_by_cabadrin-d7i9ray.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 17:59:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong> US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:45 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Constantine<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr><br>John's response to Nate's explanation was exactly the reason he was starting to like him. Sure he wasn't a nice guy by any means; in fact it was pretty clear he was an asshole. But he was honest, and if you made sense, he at least acknowledged it. Apparently in this guys line of work, people didn't listen to him often. Maybe people not listening was the reason shit like this happened in the first place. "If I hear good advice, I take it. The world would be a lot better if everybody did." <br><br>His rant seemed to be ignored, which was probably for the best as he hadn't meant to go off like that. Just sometimes thinking about his situation simply pissed him all the hell off. And him pissed off was a bad thing. He quickly regained control though and took a good listen at what the guy was explaining. He sighed as more and more bad news filled his ears. "Figures. I'm not even gone an hour and they find a way unleash a Armageddon inside the base. And of course they can't control a damn thing about it."<br><br>&nbsp;He wanted to punch something right now, but the room was well and truly wrecked, so he just clenched his fists for the time being. The guy seemed surprised he accepted the concept of magic so easily. If he knew Nate's story, it wouldn't have been so surprising. "I'm coated in metal chipped off an alien, and I'm only here right now because I time traveled eighteen years into the future after the government literally set a nuke off under my ass. I'd be more surprised if Heaven, Hell, and Magic <em>weren't</em> real." He smirked at the magic trick of him summoning his card, and read it.<br><br>&nbsp;"John Constantine, huh? <em>Master</em> of the Dark Arts? How often do people ask you about that little tidbit? I'm Air Force Captain Nathaniel Adam...code-name Captain Atom. They thought it had a nice ring to it," he said with exasperation. Normally a civilian would have been escorted out of the base by now. Well, taken to interrogation and questions how they even got in in the first place. This wasn't a normal situation though, so he turned and started walking toward the mess hall, beckoning Constantine to follow. "So a hunger demon is probably as bad as it sounds, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 22:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:40 hours <br><hr><br>"Armageddon is a bit much," Constantine said with a chuckle, taking one final drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt away, and promptly having a fresh one in his mouth. "But your heart is in the right place. I'd say the big party is still...ahh, at least another five years off. Ten tops."<br><br>Was that too casual of a way to speak about Armageddon? The end of the world? Probably. And he was probably lying through his teeth. If anything, he figured the big party would be happening a lot sooner, but he was welcome to be pleasantly surprised if everything managed to hold together a bit longer yet. So, enjoying his new cigarette, he just listened as the man explained a bit about his rather unique condition, and the logic for accepting that magic was real. Even for John, it seemed to be a stretch, but...Well, any man that goes through whatever experiment this man had probably wasn't all together in his knocker to begin with.<br><br>When he pointed out his card said <em>Master</em> of the Dark Arts, though, John scoffed, and waved a hand dismissively.<br><br>"I have new ones on the way...Should say more of 'petty dabbler,' really. I do hate to put on airs..." he said. But he had to just roll his eyes at the explanation of the soldier's name. Bloody Yanks and their love of code names...and awful, punny ones at that. But when the man gestured for him to follow, he fell in step beside him, before exhaling a cloud of smoke when asked about the hunger demon.<br><br>"Name much says it all...Odds are it's eating already. In a place like this, it'll need a host, so sorry mate, you'll be losing a few more buddies. I don't have the resources to deal with it permanently, but, I think I can lock it away and take it with me, dealing with it somewhere..." he paused, and looked around, "...safer."<br><br>Plus, he was pretty certain that the soldier wouldn't be fond of the method of disposing of a hunger demon. Unless they were quite, quite lucky and it was an extraordinarily weak one...<br><br>As they reach the chow hall, though, gunfire inside greeted them. John blinked in surprise, and flicked the second cigarette away, just looking over at the soldier.<br><br>"After you, mate..." he said, as he pulled a glass flask from inside of his trench coat, some type of metal claw apparatus appearing around one hand, as he started to carefully and precisely carve the Seal of Solomon into the glass. The act brought back memories he wasn't fond of...Damn it, Gary...<div class="floatright">(http://img4.hostingpics.net/pics/351358336manubennett400X400.jpg)</div><br>Inside, on the ground, his throat torn out, was the one scientist that had escaped the lab. Over him was another soldier, skin ghoulish, feature sunken and desiccated, as if his body was being eaten from the inside out. Plus, he had close to two dozen bullet holes in him, courtesy of the squad of soldiers on the opposite side of the room. Three were common grunts, guards that Captain Atom would be used to seeing. The fourth he might not know so well, only that he was another black ops agent, one sent on missions similar to his own, just slightly less suicidal.<br><br>"Just what...in the hell is going on in here!?" the man shouted, firing one more time at the desiccated body as it twitched again. Behind him, one of the soldiers with him, a seargeant, groaned, grabbing his head and dropping to his knees. And who could blame him if his mind was breaking? The zombie-like corpse's mouth had opened, and a swarm of locusts were flying out..."What in the...Get him out of here! Take his gun away," he shouted at the other two. The last thing he needed was someone going mad with a weapon, as he did the only thing he could think of an pulled a grenade from his vest. "Damn world is going mad..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 16:59:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong> US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:45 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Constantine<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr><br>The expert said Armageddon was a bit much, causing Nate to tilt his head. "There's not levels to this shit? Like a difference between <em>an</em> Armageddon and <em>the</em> Armageddon?&nbsp; Because I honestly have no idea what else to call it when demons are on the loose, apparently summoned by some higher evil power, and are eatin' people like spare ribs." Wait, did he just say the end of the world was 10 years away <em>max</em>? Of course it was. That was a long time but still. He suppressed a chuckle when "Master" was replaced with "petty dabbler".&nbsp; "You should use Amazon. They've got drones that deliver to your door...I think. Still catching up on 20 years of tech and modern advances." He shrugged once he found out that more people would probably die tonight.<br><br>&nbsp;"When you sign up for this place, you gotta sign a death waiver. It literally states if you die or get killed, there's no legal action that anyone can take. Doesn't matter how you kicked the bucket. Whether it's negligence, murder, whatever. Your family can't even know what you did here, or where <em>here</em> is. They knew what they were signing up for. And as long as you can handle those things, that's good enough for me." <br><br>They reached the mess without incident, but as soon as they got there he and John heard gunfire. He took the offering to go first and made his way inside to see what it was, quipping as he went. "A scouser with manners. Who'd a thought?" Then he stopped when he saw the...<em>thing</em>. It seemed to have been a soldier, but now it was something else and in the process of or just recently finished eating a poor man. And with him dead that left the 4 in the corner as potential meals seeing as how it could apparently ignore bullets. He counted at least a dozen holes in it at first glance. "What in the Sam Hill?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Mahoney, Trayvers! Contain Sergeant Jones and get out of here right now! We got this! New guy, go with them. That's a direct order!" Striding forward, he waved a hand at the grenade and it turned to ash. He didn't want any unknown variables right now, and a grenade was not something you set off in the mess hall. Looking at the creature, two pale red energy beams lanced out from Atom's eyes, pounding into it with extreme heat and concussive force enough to burn the shit out of it's chest and send it crashing through a table.<br><br>&nbsp;He had a feeling killing it wouldn't be as easy as that, but it bought him some time. "I think you've done enough here, demon." Then he focused on the locusts swarming around in the air. Could he pull off what he was thinking of? He was about to find out. Holding his hand out to the ash, it rewound back into a fully functional grenade that soared into his hand. Then he created a huge force bubble to contain the locusts. After that he pulled the pin and chucked the grenade at the bubble, opening it just long enough for the explosive to fall in, and then he closed the hole back and waited.<br><br>&nbsp;"Three, two, aaaand." The bubble contained the blast, barely even moving but producing a muffled WHUUMPF noise and filling with fire and shrapnel. He dropped the bubble and the remains of the locust fell to the floor in charred heaps, what was left anyway. "Hey, Petty Dabbler. What do we do about that thing?" While he was asking, he raised a wall of flames several feet from the soldiers as a deterrant. Demons might live in a lake of fire, but that didn't mean they had to like it. Especially his brand of all American NUCLEAR FIRE! "Hustle soldiers on the double! Or you're next on the menu!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 18:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine, "Odysseus"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:40 hours <br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img4.hostingpics.net/pics/351358336manubennett400X400.jpg)</div><br>John Constantine just snickered and shook his head.<br><br>"There are levels, mate, but this is more of a bad Tuesday, than anything like Armageddon," he said simply. If he was telling the truth, and not just putting on airs (which, remember, he said he hated to do), one would really have to wonder just what kind of troubles he typically dealt with if this was only a bad day for him. Or, then again...maybe it was best if one didn't wonder that. At the mention of Amazon, though, and the mentioned of catching up on technology, he shrugged, "You're doing better than me, kid...That's the devil's work anyway, their drivers and drones can't find me through my location protections." Again, he was just joking...right?<br><br>The fight in the mess hall was one that Constantine just idly stepped in and watched. Staying back against the wall, he seemed to be paying little attention, as he watched the two soldiers help the screaming sergeant out. That...Wait, something wasn't right, but as he advanced to the three the hunger demon howled. While the pain its host went through didn't effect it, the energy emitted by Captain Atom did work at odds with its own infernal energy...and, there were still some locusts in the body when it had been blasted. The host was nothing to it--the locusts were its physical form. So looking back at the fight, Constantine watched as the silver man got creative, trapping the locusts in a bubble, and then trapping a grenade in there with it.<br><br>"Oooh, well now...Just full o' tricks, aren't ya?" he said, flicking away a third cigarette that had appeared and been smoked that quickly. It landed at the other soldier's boots, who just turned a glare to him.<br><br>"What the fuck are you doing here?" he questioned, seemingly knowing the Brit, but Constantine just wove him off.<br><br>"My job. I'm with the mate with the alien skin," he said, stepping towards where the locusts had been, where what seemed to be desert ash was forming, swirling, trying to form the bugs again, "Didn't he give you a direct order? You Yanks need to follow those, eh?"<br><br>"Yeah, I don't take orders from him..." the man said, glancing towards Captain Atom, "No offense Captain, but I have my orders already..."<br><br>Constantine ignored the budding turf war. He held up the glass vial, closing his eyes, holding a hand over the Seal he had scratched onto it with the gauntlet that was...now gone.<br><br>“B'koakh Shlomoh kvosh et hakhoshekh...” he chanted, activating the Seal of Solomon, before opening the bottle and chanting more, loudly, trying to command the hunger demon, “Derech Elohim. B'sh'khina elohit zoh, koakh Shlomoh dokhek bekha. Shma nah, yeshut tme'a, galë nah et shimkha. Makhzik taba'at Shlomoh, ru'akh Shlomoh poked alekha! Elohim haborë vehayotser poked alekha!”<br><br>Even weakened, the demon resisted. Dust swarmed and swirled, and all three in the room would hear the sound of locusts swarming in their ears. The lights in the mess hall flickered and sparked, and an invisible force seemed to press against those close to Constantine. Anyone of a weak mind, or willpower, would hear promises of ungodly power if they stopped him...but it would be for naught. The desert sands were sucked into the bottle, which Constantine sealed, and examined, smirking to himself as he tossed it back and forth between his hands. <br><br>"Not so high and mighty now, eh?" he taunted the demon, before he started wandering off towards the kitchens, "Oi, there a walk-in freezer back here? Gonna put our friend on ice so he doesn't get any bright ideas as his buddies get tracked down..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 20:06:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/KIK6Syl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel Christopher Adam&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong> Captain Atom<br><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong> US Government Classified Asset <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; October 31st; 19:45 hours <br><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>&nbsp; Constantine<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> A soldier's work is never done<br><hr><hr><br>"A bad Tuesday, huh?" Well if an off Tuesday was anything to base off of, the actual end of days were gonna be a horror story on steroids. Wait had this guy just called him kid? He was thirty years old! Or technically 48? Whatever, he was old enough to not be called kid by anyone under 65 or so. He waved it off though, as they had more important things to worry about than phrases. He shrugged at Constantine's appraisal of his abilities and tactics.<br><br>&nbsp;"Just gettin' warmed up." John's presence was questioned by the other elite soldier there, and technically he wasn't lying. But apparently this new guy didn't take orders from Nate. Well that was fine; he honestly didn't give a shit one way or the other if this guy was determined to get himself killed by following dumb orders in a situation like this. "Hey, at this point I don't give two shades. Do what you came here for, but I can't help. We've gotta deal with this and the other situations in the building." He was done talking to him for now, so he turned back to the demon and got ready to blast at it again since his powers seemed to work pretty well against it the first time.<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't have to though, as Constantine belted out some spell that honestly he wasn't even sure how he managed to pronounce half of those words, much less all of them. It worked though, and the demon was sucked into a jar just like that. The guy made it seem so damn easy. Atom caught up to him quickly, figuring he'd proven himself so far, so whatever he needed, he'd help him with. "This way. It's industrial grade, and pretty much a big room with the meat hooks and everything. Should be cold enough. If not, I can always make it colder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Quantum Magic Boogaloo [Jugg &amp; Ace]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 02:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg/400px-Matt_Ryn_as_John_Constaintine.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> John Constantine, "Odysseus"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong><em> Location:</em></strong> Continuum Main HQ<br><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>&nbsp; September 30th; 19:40 hours <br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img4.hostingpics.net/pics/351358336manubennett400X400.jpg)</div><br>The other soldier just sighed and shook his head. He was getting too old for this kind of shit...Holstering his pistol, he just approached the dead bodies in the center of the cafeteria that the other two were ignoring, inspecting them out of habit as if that would give any clue as to what was going on here. <br><br>Constantine, meanwhile, nodding in thanks as Captain Atom led him to the cafeteria freezer area. Holding the jar protectively under his arm, he inspected the inside of the meat locker. It would suffice, for now. Setting it on a shelf, he looked around, then winked at the Captain before yelling back out into the cafeteria.<br><br>"Oi! Leftenant Grump! I need some salt!" A few moments later, a salt shaker came flying in through the door, whipped right at Constantine's head. The man just ducked, dropping his cigarette, as the shaker hit a hanging half-rank of ribs, bouncing off and falling to the ground. Picking it up while grumbling about his cigarette, Constantine pinched out of salt into a circle around the flask that he had trapped the demon inside of. "Sadly predictable...I think that was my last cigarette though, the bastard..." Once he finished making the salt circle, he just nodded his head to the door. <br><br>"Let's go. It will be cold enough in here...Make it any colder and the glass might break, I worry. The spell will hold it as long as the vessel is intact. But if you can make sure no idiots can get in here..." he suggested as he stepped out. The soldier was waiting for him, arms crossed. <br><br>"Let me guess, burn the body?" he said, eyes narrowing at Constantine.<br><br>"Hah, well what do you know? You did learn something in Bosni--"<br><br>"Syria."<br><br>"Really? That was Syria? Huh..." Constantine muttered, waving off the correction, before kneeling to inspect the two bodies himself to make sure that hunger demon had been the only issue that they were dealing with. "These bodies aren't gonna turn like the Syrians, though, they're good for...well, hopefully a closed casket funeral."<br><br>"Right...So, again, what the fuck are you doing here, John?" the soldier asked, but Constantine just waved him off as he pulled an adder stone (http://3dprint.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Adder-Stone.jpg) and held it to his eye, as he started to walk around the cafeteria, staring at the floor, mumbling to himself as he tried to figure out what he was seeing. There was something he was missing here, and yet...So, sighing, the soldier looked at Captain Atom. "Let me guess, then...Someone broke a big, black stone?"<br><br>Constantine, meanwhile, was standing near where the other three soldiers had been before hauling the injured comrade off to the infirmary, He started at the door, then at the ground, then at the door, before spinning on heel back to look at the two soldiers.<br><br>"I'm going to the infirmary! That's where you keep the good drugs, right?" he mentioned, before heading out the door.
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