Black and his Canary (Junki and Arkaniel)
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 07:37:09</strong>
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				The world is not enough. That seemed a common ailment amongst humanity today. American officials were deeply invested in creating stronger weapons and the supersoldiers to wield them. Cadmus Labs was the prime location for such research. Billionaires of all kinds invested in experiments to make themselves richer and more powerful, often ending up with yet another near-apocalypse barely averted by some stubborn heroes. Criminality was rising worldwide, despite a ‘League’ being formed that dedicated itself to protect humanity and uphold Justice to the best of their abilities.<br><br>Humans and their silly morals. <br><br>Alex Summers, the name he currently went by, walked the streets of Metropolis. This metropolitan city, the largest in the world, was under the personal protection of Earth’s greatest hero, a Kryptonian going by the moniker of Superman. In Alex’ opinion, he was rather lame. He captured criminals, brought them to jail, they escaped, killed some more people, were captured again, escaped, killed, captured… in a never ending cycle. This cycle was copied by all heroes across the world. They always let the bad guys live, they advocated the abolishing of the death penalty and other such foolishness.<br><br>Right now, Superman was on a mission somewhere out there in space. Who knows what they were up to when they went to other planets. Alex didn’t honestly care much. There wasn’t much he cared for at all. He was the ultimate outcast. And it reflected in his very being, his composure and his demeanour. Things other people would worry about left him could. He did get a bit of enjoyment out of screwing with odds of all kinds, of causing ‘accidents’ and he did appreciate some good pranks.<br><br>Like any male, he did like his women, but at the moment, he didn’t have one. After so many years, he usually grew bored of them, or they died. Besides, right now, he had another hobby. With all these superheroes and villains running around, he could easily start creating a secondary, masked identity. It would be fun. That was his only motivation, for he honestly didn’t care much about the good guys or the bad guys. Occasionally, he did get pissed off if something hurt innocent children…<br><br>Like that explosion a few blocks down. Another villain on the prowl, making use of Superman’s absence. Alex wondered which heroes would be sent by the Justice League to deal with this threat, as many of the heavy hitters were on that important space mission. Time to see, he supposed. He disappeared in an alley, dissolving in the shadows, before reappearing in a shadowed alley, almost instantly, dressed from head to toe in black. A black body suit of a leathery material covered him from his neckline to his feet. Over this, he wore a black cloak, with a pulled up, partially covering and shadowing his face, making him unrecognisable. <br><br>This looked quite good, in fact. Yes, this would be his costumed appearance. Now, he just had to wait to see who the villain was and what heroes would deal with him. His glowing green eyes, visible from under the hood, as he focussed his vision, scanned his surroundings, locking onto the building that had exploded. Star Labs. How interesting. And was that Metallo? Nice. A strong one. Let the fun begin.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 08:26:48</strong>
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				Working along side the Justice League wasn't exactly all it was cracked up to be. Nothing was really fun with a bunch of super heroes working together. Missions were too easily accomplished unless the said "bad" guy escaped with his tail between his legs. At least that is how the Black Canary saw it. She was always looking for trouble especially when Superman was up and away. Not that he was a bad guy or anything, but he seriously was her joy kill. He was too helpful. But finally, at long last, she was up against a true match. Metallo. Quickly maneuvering away from him she inhaled a deep breath and screamed that super sonic bird scream that caused a bit of the building to tumble in. This of course caused a lot of dust to be stirred making it almost impossible to see and breath.<br><br>The Black Canary grunted as she felt a hard punch go into her cheek. She practically flew across what little space was left of the building and colliding in with the wall. He was definitely a challenge to be taken on single handily. She started to get up when she was pushed back down by her head. She tried moving her legs by found them secure in place as the "bad guy" straddled her waist. "Ugh... Bastard...." she muttered, clearly annoyed. Once she felt the large hands trying to bound her mouth, she used her elbows to push him back, giving her just enough room to jerk her legs free. She didn't waste any time to stand to her feet before she sent a kick towards the metal nightmare, causing it to swagger backwards before gaining balance.<br><br>She thought about using her "call" to bring down on his hands and knees, but she knew for a fact that if she used the "call" again then the building would most likely finish collapsing inward and would become unrepairable. Not to mention that there was a chance that he could take neighboring buildings. <br><br>Perhaps it was the tight, revealing outfit, fishnet stocking, and the leather jacket and boots that made it almost irresistible for Metallo to give up in his pursuit. Either that, or he was simply delusional that he was going to win this fight. Black Canary smirked slightly as she ran a hand through her silky, slightly wavy blond hair. She wiped away a little blood away from her lip before going in for a second chance to try to take him out. She suddenly wished that they were in a more open location than in such refined space. In her attempts of bringing him down, she kicked the dumb scrap metal with all she had, only to find that her big toe was growing slightly sore from her efforts. Kicking again, she gasped when Metallo took hold of her leg. She tried using her other leg to break free her other. However, before she could carry it out she was slung across the room again, this time going through.<br><br>She laid there for a moment as she tried to collect her thoughts. She stared at Metallo as he slowly made his way over to her in just a couple of steps. She tried pushing herself with her arms, but by the time she pulled herself to her knees she felt cold metal fingers wrap around her neck and pull her up. Dangling in the air, she chocked for a moment, trying desperately to pull the hand away. Finally she managed to lift her feet up and kick him away, causing him to fumble out into the street just before the Star Labs. He was definitely going to be hard to finish by herself. However, she refused admit that her actions were insignificant to others, and she definitely wasn't going to admit that she probably needed help with Metallo. <br><br>"Come on Metallo... Is that the best you got." she taunted, soon being sent back into the building by air as she was punched again. She was getting annoyed. Was her game off or what? She suddenly wanted to take a five minute break and perhaps try again later. However as she got up, she could see the man getting getting closer. She quickly moved to her feet and moved all around him. Ducking and dodging his attacks. She just needed to wait for the right moment to send a surprise attack and bring him down.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 10:43:41</strong>
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				<br>An interesting fight. And whoever was in charge of the current Justice League roster and dispatching, obviously didn’t know what he was doing. Sending the Black Canary against Metallo. The kryptonite-powered robot was built to be able to withstand Superman. No mere human, however trained she is, can take on that robotic menace. Her Canary cry only temporarily evened the field. If he had been a complete human, Alex would have been cringing at the damage and injuries the Canary took.<br><br>Still, she kept getting up, she kept getting back into the fight. She didn’t give up. Not even when the fight was taken to the streets. She kept kicking him, punching him, fighting him, relentlessly. But then, she was grabbed again, with John Corben almost choking the life out of her before she managed to free herself. It was redundant, as a follow up hit threw her back into the building, crashing through the walls, and almost knocking her out.<br><br>Surprisingly enough, she was back on her feet, now resorting to dodging and ducking, trying to find a weakness she could exploit. A curious new development. He could tell from her stance that she was exhausted and in pain. She was no quitter, though.<br><br>It was then that Alex made his final decision. He would interfere now. He dissolved into shadows again, before reappearing a few yards behind the Black Canary. He had to admit, from this vantage point, she looked delicious, with her wavy blonde hair, her delicious body, trim, yet fully curved, and then that black sexy, tight outfit… truly delectable. But not a point to linger on right now.<br><br>“Could you use some assistance”, Alex’ husky, powerful and deep voice rumbled out, the surprise even shocking Metallo to stop moving. “You look like you are in some trouble. I can help…”<br><br>He stepped closer and placed one of his gloved hands on Canary’s shoulder, before sending a light healing surge through her, revitalizing her and numbing her pain, yet not completely healing all her tiny injuries. He released his hand from her shoulder and waved it towards Metallo.<br><br>A loud rattling sound was heard, and suddenly, a part of his robotic body dropped to the floor with a loud clang. All eyes looked down to the metallic part on the floor, before both the villain and Alex looked up, into each others eyes. Manic, artificial red light glared into frightening, glowing green eyes the shone from under the shadowed hood.<br><br>“You should really pay more for your maintenance visits to the mechanic. That’s what you get for being cheap”, Alex taunted. He hadn’t even finished speaking or a second part dropped. And a third… followed by an entire arm that fell apart in all its pieces when it hit the floor. <br><br>The pieces kept dropping, till the robotic villain looked as if half of him was disintegrated, while his power source was almost visible. Alex appraised the villain, and suddenly, the decay stopped. Glowing green eyes focussed on the eyes of the woman in their presence. From within the shadows of the hood, a faint smirk was visible, as Alex told her, huskily still, “There, that looks a lot more equal. He is all yours, pretty bird.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 16:32:01</strong>
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				Dinah turned and looked back at the figure dressed in completely dark clothes. She arched a brow slightly before looking back at Metallo. "I suppose I could use a hand right about now." she muttered. She was really starting to feel pretty bad from all the blows she was getting. She had a headache the size of Kansas and her back felt like it was splitting in two. Of course it didn't help that she was practically pounded in the wall a few times. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, she looked at him carefully for a moment before she suddenly felt a lot better... like a lot. She smirked slightly. "That's pretty clever, Black Stuff..." she mused slightly.<br><br>However, her attention was soon drawn in to Metallo when she heard the heavy clank of him collapsing to the floor. She arched an eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips. It was very intriguing to watch as the metal pieces body shed off. She glanced back at the man dressed completely in black. She had not seen him before, and wondered if it could possibly be any one on the League trying to be discrete about giving her hand. Anyone would have to be a fool to not know that she enjoyed taking down her own battles. Catching his husky voice and smirk from the shadows she rolled her eyes.<br><br>"That's an insult..." she muttered as she looked back Metallo. "He's a heap of scrap metal now..." she mumbled as she kicked the head right off from it's shoulders. She sighed and looked towards the shadows, wondering if the mysterious man was still lingering around. <em>'Guess there is no use in sticking around in this dump...'</em> she thought to herself. She let her arms hang at her sides as she left the scene. She thought about going home and taking a long bath. Just because she had been almost cured, didn't stop the chalky plaster dust from sticking to her skin. She shook out her hair before moving a leg over he motorcycle and slid a helmet over her beautiful long, blond hair. She peered around the place one last time for any glimpse of the man in black. She figured she'd run in him later. Somehow or another everyone had a knack for running into each other.<br><br>Racing down the street, she thought about investigating some of the gang lords who were probably taking it out on the homeless. She knew for sure she could take down a couple stinky, fat men without any assistance. She smirked at the thought of going up against Metallo. She realized how much out of her league she was to try to face him by herself. But then again, in doing so she incidentally ran into a very intriguing character. She wondered if she put herself in the same situation would he be there to help. Perhaps she had watched Spiderman on too many times. Were there such things as superhero stalkers?<br><br>Not dwelling on it though, she popped a wheelie till she got to apartment. She wasn't as discrete as some of the members in the league. Of course she wasn't one of the more noted members either. She more of the lone wolf. Once she got inside her apartment, she instantly started to strip down as she made her way through the living room and into the bathroom. She took the long bath she so very much desired and cleaned all the scrapes. Once she finished, she got out and got dressed in some normal clothes. She figured she could wash her favorite dark suit later. As for now, she got dressed in some tight leather pants, and a tight black halter top. <br><br>Once she was dressed and had some fresh make-up on, she slipped on her boots and her leather jacket, of course dusting them off first. Once she was all set, she grabbed her keys and left. She needed a drink. Getting back on her beloved bike, she went to the closest bar. Perhaps she could have a two, and if lucky get in a good fight. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 22:21:50</strong>
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				Green eyes kept observing her, as she muttered about how he had practically insulted her by making it so easy. It brought a grin to his face. Oh, he liked feisty women. As long as they weren’t too obnoxiously stubborn and arrogant. Like that Lois Lane woman he had watched a while ago. He had been curious about this Superman figure, as he had powers that approached the strength of a God, though all of them seemed to be physically manifested.<br><br>Curiously enough, this Superman posed as some dorky reporter during the day and pursued a romance with the most obnoxious woman on the planet, which was only interested in him or his powers. What a disappointment that had been. <br><br>No, then this Black Canary, or Dinah Lance as her name was, was much more fun. She was in this for the right reasons, with a slightly darker edge than some of those annoying boy scouts out there. She was bit more like Batman, a hero that while without a single superpower, was Mr. Black’s personal favourite. Besides, seeing him owning against even villains ten times as strong or insane was incredibly amusing. The Joker was always good for a laugh, for he was a real joke.<br><br>Dinah Lance had the fighter’s spirit and a rather limited power, when compared to the broad scale of abilities out there. Nevertheless, she was an impressive warrior and used her power to great effect. Very admirable. The way her excellent body so sexily filled up her uniform, her long shapely legs in those tight stockings and her golden blonde hair swaying with every move she made. The small black domino mask was pretty kinky as well.<br><br>As she finished of Metallo, Alex faded into the shadows, just watching from the black void that was his source of power. To any human, he was a mystery. To himself, he knew exactly what he was. There was the creator, the being most humans currently called God. Then, there were the angels. They were no cherubs, nor dainty beings that played in the fluffy clouds of heavens. They were simply the true God’s vanguard, a race created by him called the Celestials, beings as powerful as their name suggested. There were few of them left, after the raging war between what was nowadays called Heaven and Hell.<br><br>There was Lucifer, the most powerful angel that had once tried to usurp God. He failed, but only just, unleashing an eternal war between the Angels loyal to God and the Fallen Angels. Where Michael and Gabriel had been God’s Generals and right hands in the war, Alexander had been God’s left hand. He had infiltrated Lucifer’s ranks, seeing things that scarred him for life. He had infiltrated, knowing that to do so, he had to commit acts so foul he would never be allowed to return to God’s embrace. He had sacrificed his Celestial status to serve God fully, and had so been successful and instrumental in defeating Lucifer and his Fallen Angels. The Devil, as they had started calling the Fallen One, and his few surviving brethren, had been banished and locked up in the deepest realm of the dimension, one that was called Hell. They had always drawn there power from its raging fires, while the Celestials drew their powers from the blinding light of the Creator.<br><br>Now though, the war over for eons already, yet still known even today, by humans that barely existed for a single eon, Alexander was stuck in the void between Heaven and Hell. God had not locked him up with the other Fallen, but couldn’t grant him entrance to the realm of the celestials anymore. Instead, he lived in the Black Void, an endless emptiness. It wasn’t beneficial for his sanity. His only escape was manifesting himself on the mortal realm, on Earth, the crown jewel of God’s creation. With some strains of insanity touching him from the void, Alexander was a bit unhinged, sometimes falling to acts he had to commit to infiltrate the Fallen. Repeating such acts on Earth, together with three other, less powerful beings, three would-be New Gods, had earned them the title of the four riders of the apocalypse. He had been the Black one, the most dangerous one, the one called Death.<br><br>He had also crusaded on this world as the Black Knight, protecting the innocents without any allegiance to a King. When his lover had been slain by religious fanatics, he had unleashed his personal favourite, the Black Death upon the Earth. He had quarrelled with many of the new Gods, namely those incestuous lunatics living on Mount Olympus. Fighting them had been fun. He was the one responsible for breaking their religion, causing them to lose followers.<br><br>He had simply watched as the Creator tried to turn his crown jewel from being corrupted, by sending his ‘son’, a human that taught the others the ethics and morals of God, founding a new religion. He hadn’t cared much for the son of a carpenter, not for his life, nor for his death.<br><br>Now, though, he was on a more Good-orientated streak. He had foreseen some of the troubles this Justice League and Earth in general would go through in the near future. They would fight the darkest beings in the universe. They would fight New Gods, Old Gods, demons almost as dangerous as the Fallen One himself… but in the end, they would be at the very start of turning Earth into the Utopia that the Creator had intended it to be.<br><br>Perhaps it was his lingering sense of duty to the Creator, but Alexander, now Alex ‘Mr. Black’ Summers, had decided to be of assistance. It looked like fun.<br><br>An hour later, he strode into a certain bar, still dressed as Mr. Black, still with his hood up, as he exerted his power to cause the other patrons to not pay attention to him, as he headed directly for the now undisguised Dinah Lance, which was about to order her drink. He stood next to her, the bartender and other guest just seeing him as a male with undistinguishable looks, while only she could see him in his black get up, as he knocked his hand on the bar, like he had seen in some movies and told the bartender, “Get the lady whatever she wants and put it on my tab. For me a… Bloody Mary.”<br><br>He had always been curious how it tasted and if there was actual blood in it. Now, he would find out. Turning towards her, he allowed his hood to shift back enough for her to see his chin and his mouth, which curved up in a light, teasing smirk.<br><br>“You were pretty impressive out there. I hope not too sore, though?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 17:46:01</strong>
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				Dinah turned her head as she heard the voice next to her. She smirked slightly. <em>'Why if it isn't the devil himself...'</em> she mused in her thoughts. She turned to the bartender and ordered a Grateful Dead. She was in the mood for something&nbsp; bittersweet. Seeing his the lower parts of his face, she couldn't help but feel the need to pull back the rest of his hood to see what other handsome features he might have. But sitting still in her seat, she resisted temptation. <br><br>"She a few bumps and bruises, would have been worse no thanks to you." she smiled. "Though I've had worse, so it's nothing." she said turning back to face the bartender as he fixed their drinks. It wasn't long at all before they were handed their drinks. Dinah looked over towards the man in black as he was handed his Bloody Mary. She personally didn't care for them. She grabbed her glass and brought it to her lips, taking a small sip of the cool liquid. She let the strong flavors dance along her tongue before swallowing. <br><br>She propped her arm up slightly on the bar as she held her drink in one hand. "I haven't see you before. Got a name of some sort?" she asked. "...Just in case I need to call the police and tell them about my stalker." she mused slightly. Though she couldn't be too cautious. She had seen some really weird things since she decided to stand along with the Justice League. That alone was a bold move. The Justice League only came in handy if the supposed "bad" guy was getting out of control. But personally, she found the whole League arrogant, not to mention completely self absorbed. Not that she wasn't those things, but at least she didn't run around in tights and a cape and having the weakness of a shinny green pebble. Wasn't exactly manly. The only people she got along with was the Green Arrow and Batman. Green Arrow was just someone fun to flirt while she got along with Batman because they had a lot in common and didn't get in each others way. <br><br>But who was this person sitting next to her? Was he new? Had she encountered him before? Honestly, she just couldn't place him on either side of the Justice League, whether he was a good guy or a bad. He seemed quite the devil, all dressed in black and revealing so little of himself. Perhaps he was revealing more though and she was just to lost in her thoughts to realize it. She looked at him some more as she slowly sipped the bittersweet Grateful Dead. She spun in her seat and propped her elbows up on the bar behind her, the glass still in her hand. "So what were you doing around that neck of the woods today?" she questioned. "Please tell me you aren't babysitting me while Superboy is up, up and away." she said, a hint of annoyance. She could picture Superman hiring someone to watch her and make sure wouldn't get in much trouble. "Because if that's the case, you better watch it... I might just wipe that silly smirk off your face." she threatened with a bit of a smirk herself before she took another sip of her drink.
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 21:05:02</strong>
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				He simply sat there, observing her, as she sipped her oddly named drink. Dead was seldom grateful, as people really didn’t know where they ended up. The underworld, or the afterlife was pretty boring. Your soul floated around as a ghost in a grey mist. You were fully self-aware and utterly lonely in there, as souls never encountered one another. Hell was of course, far worse, and those committing the sins as stated by ‘God’ always ended up there. Oddly enough, Dante seemed to be quite close in his little book.<br><br>Of course, that was because Dante was just one of Alexander’s identities over the ages.<br><br>Hey! Being immortal was boring! So, he often took on random identities and did what he felt like at the time. He had already experienced every life was different… and if the one he chose ended up being boring, he often manipulated things into something cool happening. Like causing that British ship full of tea to sink at Boston. That had been fun, especially the very active decade afterwards.<br><br>The Bloody Mary was less fun. It tasted horrendous, to be honest. So, Alex casually placed to glass back on the counter and faced Dinah Lance again. “I have many names, but for now, you can call me Black. Mister Black, in fact.”, he answered her . It sounded pretty cool, in his opinion, and would fit well with the whole mysterious and Black persona he was presenting right now. “I also don’t think I am a stalker. If I were, I would know that you are Dinah Lance, that you live at 32nd Avenue, third floor of the McAfee building, that you moonlight as the Black Canary and are part of the Justice League. I would also know that you are currently single and seemingly not really interested in changing that fact, despite some casual flirting. I would even know your bra size and other measures which I won’t mention in polite company…” His voice was light, teasing, and completely belying of her claiming him to be a stalker and him denying it. He didn’t have to stalk her to know all that he did. He just knew. <br><br>And he might have observed all members of the Justice League, just not stalking. Such a distasteful word it was.<br><br>“As for your Superboyscout, no he didn’t send me. Nor did anyone else of your League of merry misfits. I am all on my lonesome and I was in the neighbourhood because it seemed interesting to be there. And it was, since I met you, didn’t I? and I do have to tell you, that your outfit as Canary is really, really eye-catching. I am certain I am not the only male that appreciates the way it clings to your curves.”<br><br>Alexander never was one to take a leaf in front of his mouth and always said what he thought, unless he intentionally wanted to manipulate someone.<br><br>“As for why I am here? I heard rumours there could possibly be a barfight and that sounded exciting, too, even if this outfit is less sexy as your other one, it would still look good to see you fighting. Also, I had some questions, like, which incompetent was monitoring the Metallo fight and failed to send you some back up? And why would you fight him anyway, even if you are aware you could not have won of an enemy of his class? At least, not without extreme luck.”<br><br>Mr. Black was genuinely curious, as her answer might make out if he would stick by her or look for another interesting entrance into the Justice League.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 17:25:47</strong>
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				Dinah sighed as she listened to him introduce himself. Mister Black was his name. It was pretty simple, easy to remember. It held more mystery once you actually looked at him. His dark clothes seemed to only mask just a little bit of his strong being. His chiseled chin and perfect lips seemed to be the only thing he cared to reveal. However, his name alone seemed nothing more than another cheesy name that someone came up with for a wrestling match. To put it bluntly, it was a little bland and not really creative. But she decided to go along with it. Her eyebrows arched slightly as she listened to him give a pretty detailed description of her after clearly stating he wasn't a stalker. She wasn't sure if she should have been concerned, furious, or flattered by his knowledge of her. But instead of turning over the bar and scream till all hell broke loose she sighed, his charm seemingly intriguing.<br><br>"Wow... That's some skill you got there, Mr. Black." she said, over-pronouncing his name. "Yet oddly scary." She said as she moved herself to face the bar again, slumping inward as to hide her chest a little more. She wasn't exactly comfortable with some stranger knowing so much about her. She took a bigger swallow of her drink this time, the burning sensation dominating the inside of her mouth as she swallowed the cool liquid. She took in a sharp breath afterward, looking over towards the dark figure. He was suddenly becoming even more ominous before. And with his knowledge about her she wasn't sure she could trust him. What if he was some reporter in a dark costume just to psyche her out? But then again, he did have those healing abilities. <br><br>She felt confused, and her drink definitely wasn't giving her any pointers to help her solve the mystery behind the mask. Hearing him comment her outfit and then answering her question as to why he was there, she almost had it. She wanted to fight him. She wanted to rip the mask up and destroy his pretty face- assuming he had one like all the big talkers out there. However his question about Metallo caught her off her guard. She remained seated and finished off her drink, setting the glass so the bartender could take it away. "I just wanted to fight something harder." she said. "....without any interruption. Guess even without Superboy around, interruptions are going to happen anyways." she smirked.<br><br>She looked towards him before reaching out and running her finger along his chin. "Don't suppose I could fight my interruption, do you? I'm sure you would be fun match indeed." She slowly moved up to her feet. She would have to meet him on different grounds though. As much as she wanted to fight in the bar, she wanted to fight him as Black Canary. And Canary couldn't fight in her favorite bar. God, they just made really good drinks there. "The bar fight can wait for another day." she said looking around. Everyone seemed pretty content lounging around, drinking, smoking, and playing pool. There was no real reason to start anything now. Especially since all she really wanted to do was fight him. It almost aroused her in the thought. Surely there would be no interruptions if she matched the only thing that interrupted her. Then again, she couldn't help but think what it would be like to fight Superman. To see his pretty face all dirty. She was slightly amused by her own thoughts.<br><br>However, the victory over Superman was pretty slim on her side. Sure she had her Canary call, but it didn't match any of the strengths and abilities that Superman had. He could laser her in two if he so chose to, perhaps that's the only reason she joined the Justice League in the first place. Only so she wouldn't get destroyed by a bunch of justice seekers. But was she any different than them? She enjoyed justice and revenge just like any of them. It felt good to smash in the so called "bad" guys face in. Though that was all natural, right? She wasn't sure. But one thing was for sure, she wasn't prideful or boastful like them. The lock up or kill was satisfying enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black and his Canary (Junki and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 02:03:17</strong>
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				“A pity”, he drawled, “I was kind of looking forward to seeing you take on this bar. But all right then. Lets give you what you are really craving, little birdie.” Mr. Black sounded honestly disappointed, but on the inside, he liked the new option as much as the other one. Facing her in combat would make sure to give him a great view of her assets in her fishnet stockings and her tight, black outfit. He stood up as well, before reaching out, his powerful, gauntleted hand clamping down on her shoulder.<br><br>Before she could protest, they faded, before reappearing several miles away, on a desolate construction yard. The terrain was uneven, debris from the demolitions scattered everywhere. It was the perfect playground for an all out spar between two serious fighters. He kept looking at her, his green eyes glowing brightly under his hood now, his emerald gaze pinning her down, judging her again.<br><br>With a mere thought, her clothes turned into her Canary outfit, spreading out over her body from where he still held her shoulder so firmly. When the transformation of her clothes was complete, he smirked, stepping back, looking at her in satisfaction. <br><br>“This is quite sexy you know. I especially like the fact there is no bra.”<br><br>His words were aimed at riling her up. He wanted her to go all out in her fight, like she did to Metallo. She would still lose, however, yet the difference was, she wouldn’t be hurt or injured… much. He shimmered in her vision, suddenly standing over ten yards away, smirking at her. “You wanted to prove your mettle? Go ahead. But know I am no easy foe.”<br><br>Not to mention, Mr. Black never fought according to the rules. As far as he was concerned, there were no rules. Coincidentally, that was true for a being such as himself. He took on a mock martial arts stance, like the kung fu one he had seen in that Matrix movie, before he motioned with his hand for her to advance on him. Let the fun begin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black and his Canary (Junki and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 03:09:32</strong>
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				Dinah was simply rolled her eyes at his attempt to sound disappointed. She seriously didn't care at all what he wanted to see. She wanted to fight him. Soon feeling his hand clamp down on her shoulder, she gritted her teeth slightly about to sock him. However in the blink of an eye she found herself somewhere completely different. She gasped slightly as she took in her surroundings. Just what else was he capable of?<br><br>Apparently there was only one way to find out. She blinked and looked down, finding her clothes transforming into her outfit, her mask ending up in her hand. She smirked slightly as she raised up to rest perfectly on her nose, making her true identity. Not that it really mattered, but for effect. "Well that was quicker than I was about to suggest." she mused as she moved away from him. She turned and looked at him, wondering what she would first. Perhaps blow him away with her cry.<br><br>Hearing his words she frowned, her hands clenching tightly together. She slowly started to circle him. "You are so going down, Black Bastard..." she said angrily. She then circled around him one last time before charging at him. She leaped up and grabbed a hold his collar before screaming right in his face. The sound waves from her cry caused her fly up into the air as she released her hands. She landed a few feet away with her knees bent and one hand on the ground, a cloud of dust rising around her. She glanced towards her foe. Wondering how he felt. He didn't really seem too affect by her call, which alone was a little intimidating. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he could heal... She wasn't sure. She only knew that she wasn't going to stop.<br><br>Catching her step, she charged him again, this time she was going to smash his face in with her fist.
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