DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 15:41:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2c/a6/06/2ca606298ca911f032dc2b9d3c791f04.jpg)<br><br>The Widow of the Penguin Osworld Cobblepott took over his bar the IceBerg lounge and turned it into something she felt had more class. Fish also took her crown as Queen of Gotham`s underworld upon her husbands mysterious death. She now controls several major points of the city and even has her claws into the Gotham Police Department, the District Attorneys office and City Hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 19:36:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr><br>Despite what some of her friends might have believed to the contrary, she didn't enjoy having memories in her head that weren't her own.&nbsp; Living someone else's life, experiencing past traumas not her own, all this and more was more than sufficient to wear on anyone's sanity if they weren't prepared for the consequences of taking someone's mind apart.&nbsp; That said, Miss Martian was the exception to the rule since she couldn't keep what she stole for very long, but it was long enough to give her a headache and seek some measure of solitude.&nbsp; That was part of the reason why she had decided to drop by Fish Mooney's bar, it'd been pretty empty, but given the time of night, even for Gotham's normally active night life, that was a little surprising.&nbsp; Even so, she wasn't complaining, and while the company that was present left something to be desired, the food was good, but more importantly, so was the alcohol.&nbsp; It helped calm her racing thoughts, to give her something to focus on behind the migraine that normally accompanied a brain blast.&nbsp; As for the criminal she had brain blasted, he was already on his way to a Gotham City hospital, with a note attached to his comatose body to have the police send someone to pick him up when he woke up.&nbsp; If he woke up that was.<br><br>The other reason was that it was a well known fact Fish Mooney and most of her associates were part of the ruling crime family of Gotham.&nbsp; They controlled the criminal underworld, and so Megan was doing a little spy work on the side while she ate and drank, not nearly enough to get drunk by any means, but enough to dull the pain until the memories bled out of her synapses.&nbsp; A mild telepathic blanket probe of the entire bar would hardly go noticed by any of the patrons, so she kept her ears and mind open for anything of interest.&nbsp; A simple task for someone with her considerable talents and power.&nbsp; Still, a part of her mind couldn't help but linger on the past several years as she sighed and rubbed at her temples with her free hand, the other holding a fork loaded with spaghetti halfway between her mouth and the plate before her.<br><br><em>How did it go so wrong?</em>&nbsp; It was a question Megan had asked herself many times since Darkseid attacked, wiping out the Justice League, which her uncle J'onn had been a member.&nbsp; Before that, she'd been an unwilling guest to Lex Luthor, where she had been experimented on by his team of morally bankrupt scientists.&nbsp; Three months of torture masquerading as science later and she'd been freed, but the damage to her psyche was done.&nbsp; Just thinking about the bald headed bastard had the spoon on the table turn into a pretzel as she bent it out of shape without putting a finger on it, but a few steadying breaths later had her and the spoon return to a more relaxed state.&nbsp; Sometimes, it sucked being one of the few good psychics on the planet since there was no one to share her burdens without having to explain everything, which she admittedly wasn't the most socially savvy even on a good day.<br><br>Sighing heavily as her headache finally started to disappear, Megan focused on the food in front of her over anything else, letting her psychic probe disappear at the same time.&nbsp; She still kept her eyes and ears open, on the very slim chance she was noticed for being a little too curious for her own good, but overall she appeared, for all intents and purposes, your average young red headed woman just having a late dinner before heading home for the night.&nbsp; Of course, being a white martian shapeshifter had its perks since she currently looked like a slender, Caucasian woman in her early twenties with a smattering of freckles on her cheeks.&nbsp; Amber eyes set in a sharp angular face, D sized breasts, a flat toned stomach, and long slender legs, all of which was contained within her martian bio clothes which had taken on the appearance of a grey hoodie, Jean pants, and a black undershirt.&nbsp; Scratch the surface however and the heroine would be revealed, but no one here had a reason to suspect a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 22:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/stylewatch/blog/100705/kellan-lutz-300x400.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Superboy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:20-19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Conner stood (http://astro.temple.edu/~tub83164/Pickback%20-%20Large%20Pics/Superman%20STanding%20STrong.jpg) on the edge of a random building, his pose powerful and regal almost...too bad no one was around to see. Still, just because he didn't have an audience, didn't mean he could skimp on his posing practice. No matter how good a hero you were, if you didn't look the part, you weren't complete. If people saw him show up and he was slouching or dragging his feet. They wouldn't feel safe now that he was around. <br><br>They'd wonder why that slacker type showed up in a Superman inspired bodysuit. So he kept his pose strong while his eyes looked all over the city for signs of trouble. Sure there was trouble; this was <em>Gotham</em>, there was always trouble. But it was all small scale stuff so far; nothing the GCPD and a few of the vigilantes roaming around couldn't handle. And since he had a bit of free time...in the next few moments Conner was speeding through the sky toward Fish Mooney's place.<br><br>&nbsp;Sure she was a bad guy, er girl. Just as bad as the Penguin, and probably a whole lot smarter too. But her bar had good drinks, and it was easy to keep a sharp eye on the criminal element at a bar. You'd be surprised how loose even the tightest lips got when some vodka had been poured between them and they thought no one was listening. He touched down in an alley across the street, making sure to roll the sleeves of his costume up to his shoulders so nothing of it could be seen outside of the t shirt, and jeans he now wore after a quick change. When he walked inside, he slipped his hands into his pockets and went up to the bar after fishing his ID out.<br><br>&nbsp;Sure he was not only illegal because his body was eighteen, but because he was technically not even a year old yet. Still, ID's were easy to fake when you looked legal and you were a genius. Sliding it to the bartender, then taking it back, Conner looked at the rows of liquor lining the shelves, then pulled out a 10$. "Goldshclager in a big glass." He looked away from the man at the bar and toward a familiar looking redhead sitting further back, then smiled as he turned back. <br><br>"Gonna need some liquid courage if I'm gonna talk to Red over there." The bartender gave him a knowing smile, filled the glass nearly to the brim and handed to it. "Good luck, Romeo. Place like this? She's probably tougher'n you are." Nodding, Conner skulled the entire glass and slid it back to him. "We'll see, now won't we? Wish me luck." Smacking the bar very lightly(for him), Conner walked through the establishment until he was standing next to Megan's table. <br><br>With no hesitation, he slid into the seat across from her and leaned forward with his hands clasped together on the tabletop. "Evening, miss. You come here often?" The conversation sounded completely normal, like a confident guy trying to pick up a woman. What anyone listening wouldn't hear though, was the second question that came from the young man. The one that you wouldn't hear unless you were psychic. <em>'How you doin', Megan? Didn't expect to find you here tonight.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 22:34:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Open<br><hr><br>Dick Grayson put down another drink at the bar, water in vodka glass to throw anyone who was nosy enough to smell his glass, and scanned the room one last time. Fish Mooney’s was normally a prime spot to find someone who was less than reputable planning another wild caper. If he couldn’t find any leads for that night, it was his go to spot to try and find out whether something big was going happen that night.<br><br>But tonight it was dead. None of the skeevy regulars were there, and even the henchmen who hung around trying to find work from one of the skeevy regulars were nowhere to be found. In fact, the only real point of interest was in the gorgeous redhead who was occupying a booth at the far end of the establishment. <br><br><em>‘damn, she really is gorgeous’ </em>Dick thought to himself, though he had a feeling that he'd seen her somewhere before. Legs that went for miles, a pretty face that would probably look better screwed up in ecstasy, and… suddenly Dick realized where he'd seen her before. It wasn't a form she saw too often, and he was much more used to that particular girl having green skin as opposed to her current pale white form, but Dick Grayson never forgot an old friend.<br><br>“Megan!” he proclaimed with a wide smile as he walked over to her booth, arms already outstretched for a hug. M'gann M'orzz was one of the few other sidekicks that he’d been able to go on adventures with when he wasn’t acting like a soldier in Batman’s two man war on crime. They and a few other sidekicks had formed a little club, and had managed to take down a few major league villains when the Justice League had their hands full. Before the Invasion, they’d all held some misguided idea of taking over for the League once their mentors retired. <br><br>“I haven't seen you since the graduation!” it was their simple code, a way to let each other know if they saw one another out of costume. <br><em>‘Megan, it’s Nightwing!’ </em>He telepathically spoke to the martian mindreader, letting her know exactly which one of her fellow teammates was coming up to expecting a bear hug. It really had been too long since he’d seen her, atleast a few years now, since he helped rescue her from Luthor’s clutches.<br><br>But, there was another reason Dick was so happy to see Megan. She was one of the other sidekicks that had lost a mentor in the invasion. And her ‘uncle’ John, Or the Martian Manhunter as world thought of hi, was as much a father figure to the young girl as Bruce had been to Dick.<br><br>Even if they never talked about it, Dick took small bit of comfort in the fact that someone else understood what he was going through. THere was another person in the world who might know that bizarre mixture of anger, grief, and pride. Afterall, they were superheroes. They put their life on the line every time they went out in the costume. Death in the line of duty was a sad way to go, but Dick knew it was only way that he wanted to go if dying at an old age surrounded by friends and family was off the table. <br><br>Something else made Dick even happier though, happier than he could have imagined. Sitting across from the leggy redhead was the newest member of the bat family, courtesy of Kate Kane, the clone of the Boy Scout himself.<br><br>“And Conner Kent, as I live and breath” Dick couldn't help but move into a slower midwestern drawl to tease Conner. So what if it sounded more like a southern dandy than a Midwest hick. It wasn’t like he was actually trying to blend in, or to actually piss Conner off. This was just the best way he knew to make the boy feel at ease; constant, unending, teasing and jokes.<br><br>“Really now though, would your Pa want you to be drinking that liquid courage?” He asked with a knowing smile and a thumb thrown back to the empty glass that Conner had left at the bar “I happen to know for a fact your old man preferred three fingers of milk, no chaser. And I’m sure Kate would none too pleased to see you in this sort of establishment. Good, it means you're finally growing a spine” Dick said with his trademark smile and a pat on the younger boy's broad shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 22:50:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner, Open<br><hr><br>Megan looked up when she heard the door open and couldn't help the smile that graced her face when she saw who had walked in.&nbsp; She didn't need her telepathy to know he'd be coming her way soon enough, not that she minded, far from it in fact.&nbsp; She found herself wanting the company as she waited for Conner, Kon-El to her since they knew each other well enough by now to have dropped the use of aliases even while in public since her psychic powers allowed for conversations only another psychic could overhear, to get his drink and head over to her table.&nbsp; Her amber eyes gleamed in the darkened booth when she saw him pass the fake ID over to the barman, finding it amusing and a bit sad at the same time that someone who looked eighteen had only been around for six months.&nbsp; He had the body of a grown, muscular, attractive young man, yet he had not had any real experiences to call his own, no real family outside of his fellow heroes.&nbsp; In essence, he was still a newborn in almost every sense of the word.<br><br>Even so, he had adapted well enough so far since he'd been able to find freedom from his Cadmus overlords, and she'd been there during the early days.&nbsp; She'd helped, in what she deemed a small contribution to his development, to shape who he was today, and despite her better judgment, had started to see him as more than a friend.&nbsp; Even so, she didn't rebuke him when he started to walk towards her table, her mind already reaching out to the familiar warmth and compassion she had come to expect from the super clone.&nbsp; Her own mind was still reeling somewhat from her earlier patrol, from the scumbag she had brain blasted, but it calmed considerably in a way the Budweiser she had been nursing couldn't match as she nodded to the chair on the other side of the table.&nbsp; <strong>"I've come here once or twice before."</strong>&nbsp; She admitted aloud, but her amber eyes glowed briefly for just a moment in delight at the playful banter.&nbsp; <em>I've had a bit of a rough night.&nbsp; I'm alright, but I stopped a mugging, only to find out the bastard had planned to do a lot more to the woman he was holding at knife point.&nbsp; He's on his way to a hospital as we speak.</em>&nbsp; The information was passed on easily enough through the psychic link, but the lack of remorse for what she'd done would probably chill anyone's blood even as she looked away from Conner's face.&nbsp; Remorse might be lacking, but she did feel a little ashamed for leaving such a person, as deserved as it might have been, in a coma he might not wake up from.<br><br><em>I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but I needed somewhere to get my head on straight, away from a large crowd.&nbsp; I'm glad you showed up though.</em>&nbsp; She smiled warmly and looked back into Conner's face, an appreciative gleam in her amber eyes.&nbsp; <em>So what brings you here Conner?&nbsp; Fish Mooney's isn't exactly a nice place to be, but tonight's been unusually quiet.</em>&nbsp; She asked, genuinely curious as she asked the same question, just slightly edited so that if anyone was listening in, they'd only hear two people having a perfectly normal conversation.&nbsp; Just as she was about to 'say' something else though, she looked up when she heard someone call out her name before followed by a code phrase she knew all too well.<br><br>Her smile brightened further when Dick walked over, arms outstretched.&nbsp; She didn't disappoint as she embraced him, giving off a cheerful laugh at the bear hug he gave her.&nbsp; <strong>"It has been a while hasn't it Dick?"</strong>&nbsp; She replied, before sitting back down across from Conner.&nbsp; As for the residual guilt, pride, and the rest of the emotions he was giving off, although like her, they were contained and the worst of them dealt with for the most part, they were easily ignored through the psychic link as she gave him the subtlest of nods, to show she understood who he truly was.&nbsp; How she hadn't noticed him before wasn't so hard to imagine, given her earlier activities, although if she had seen his thoughts about her face been contorted in ecstasy, she might have turned beet red.&nbsp; As it was, she chuckled at the light hearted banter Dick was throwing towards Conner.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello Megan!&nbsp; Would you go easy on him Dick?&nbsp; He only just got here."</strong>&nbsp; She reprimanded him, albeit gently.&nbsp; It felt good to be surrounded by her friends among the old team of sidekicks once again.&nbsp; She'd hung around Metropolis, where her uncle J'onn normally hung around alongside Superman, but she had found it too difficult to live a life that wasn't hers.&nbsp; She had sold her uncle's apartment and moved to Gotham, making the transition just a week ago.<br><br>Oddly enough, it felt good to put that part of her life behind her at last.&nbsp; Still, those were thoughts for another time as she leaned back in her chair.&nbsp; <em>It must be my lucky day to have both you and Dick in the same place.&nbsp; Should I be concerned?</em>&nbsp; She asked, a mixture of amusement and concern tinging the mental question as her amber eyes flicked between the two handsome men, albeit for different reasons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 02:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/stylewatch/blog/100705/kellan-lutz-300x400.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Superboy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:20-19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick, Megan<br><hr><br>"Cool, cool. I'm not a regular, but this place is nice enough that I stop by from time to time. Really glad I chose tonight though," he said with a smile, complimenting her while keeping the out loud conversation going. It'd be weird if the two of them simply stopped talking and sat there looking at one another. Even weirdos would see that as pretty strange. He kept the smile on his face, even as Megan told him she'd stopped a mugger who...well she was into one of the darker parts of humanity tonight. <br><br>She could feel the sadness coming from him, and the anxiety that came from wondering if "going to the hospital" meant she'd broken his arm, or turned his frontal lobe into goop. <em>"I...I understand, Megan. Trust me. I understand those urges. You have <strong>no idea</strong> how easy it is for me to find something bad and then I just see red. Cadmus left their mark to say the least, even if I try to keep it under wraps. Just,"</em> he paused. <em>"Is there a chance he'll wake up?"</em> <br><br>He wasn't judging her. He never did. He just worried was all. It was so easy for the rage to descend upon him. He could only imagine how bad it was for her considering Luthor was her captor just like Cadmus was his. Honestly he was glad she didn't hate him because he was half evil bald man. His ice blue eyes looked into hers, then he glanced around the bar and shrugged. <em>"You know how stir crazy I get. Figured I could maybe find something interesting if I put my ear to the ground; so to speak."</em> If he was a dog, his ears would have twitched when the loud voice of Dick Grayson sailed right into his ear canal. He scooched around in his seat to look at the closest thing he had to a brother in this world. <br><br>Well, ya know, aside from the 12 failed prior Superboy experiments. He gave a small wave to his fellow hero on his approach, and was convinced they all just looked like a small group, having a small conversation. Nothing about them was conspicuous in any way. When Dick turned his attention to Conner after talking and minding? Was minding a word? It was certainly easier than saying "telapthic communication". Whatever, when those two were done, and he started in on the jokes, Conner struggled to keep a straight face. He wasn't mad; far from it.<br><br>&nbsp;The hero known as Nightwing had been teasing him almost since they met. And now that Conner was getting used to it, he was starting to figure out quips and comebacks to level the playing field. He was trying to keep his sides from splitting as Dick laid it on...that sounded so <em>wrong</em> in his head. Even Megan jumped to his aid as the verbal onslaught continued. Finally he was done though, and Conner lost it, breaking into soft giggles for a bit. "<em>Wow</em>, Dick. That was...that was <em>so</em> offensive to every Kansas farmer across the state."<br><br>&nbsp;After he patted him on the shoulder, he leaned back in his seat. "I know what he'd prefer, but don'tcha think if I ordered a shot of 2%, it'd raise some eyebrows in a place like this? And I've always had a spine...just for a while didn't realize there was levels to bucking authority. This for example is a lot more normal than...that one thing I did before I came to town." <br><br>Both of them would know exactly what he was talking about. The night he became free; the night he sent Cadmus a message they'd never forget. With Megan in both their heads, he knew that meant he and Richard could talk as well. Telepathy was so cool. <em>"Well I was just here on a hunch. No idea about him. But you shouldn't be worried...unless, like that thing happens where good guys hanging out means bad guys just <strong>have</strong> to find some kinda crime to commit to ruin our fun. It's like a universal law or something."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 04:37:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Open<br><hr><br>“Ah, Conner, at this rate you’ll be jaywalking by the end of the year.” He said with an affection noogie on the younger, and taller, man. Much as the two kidded around, Dick really did like Conner. Superman has always been an inspiration to Dick, proof that fighting crime from the darkness wasn’t the only way. And now, the closest thing Superman would probably ever get to a son, and Dick was helping to raise him. <br><br>The people who helped create Conner, Cadmus, had filled his head with memories from Superman’s life to help him become a better puppet for their needs. But they’d neglected to give him any knowledge on what it meant to be from Krypton, on how important the culture of his home was to Superman. So Dick, who’d grown up hearing stories of Krypton from Superman, (hell, Nightwing was the name Superman gave him from an old Kryptonian superhero) had taken it upon himself to teach Conner about his father’s home planet.<br><br>Granted, it was like trying to teach someone Judaism when all you had to go on was a Jewish friend you had in high school, but Dick relished the challenge. It gave him a new subject to explore, new things to research, so that he could stay one step ahead and help Conner find out about that important part of his heritage. Dick was already planning a trip to the fortress of Solitude for Conner's birthday.<br><br>While they weren’t close enough to be father or son, it did feel like he was Conner's older brother. Not necessarily the same way he felt about Jason. And certainly not the same way he felt about M’gann, who was almost like a sister to him. Except he would feel very wrong for fantasizing about a sister like he did about M’gann. <br><br>And he probably wouldn’t have as much fun teasing M’gann if she was his sister. Though maybe he might… Like everyone else at the table, he’d never had siblings to speak of, at least not siblings by blood. That was interesting thing that bonded together many superheros, the idea that familial bonds weren’t necessarily with the people you were related to. So many heroes had lost family members, but ended up forging bonds that were just as powerful with other heroes. Jason and Dick may have fought like devils, but they also loved each other and would risk their lives to protect the other. <br><br>That was how Dick saw most of the superhero community, one big family of people who weren’t actually related. Like people in a club together, they might fight, they might fuck, they might hate each other’s guts, but at the end of the day they would always have each other’s backs. <br><br>Which was why Dick always found himself cracking jokes with the other heroes, to remind to lighten up, to let them know that it was okay to have some fun. And M’gann looked like she could do with having a weight lifted from her mind. <br><br>“Say Conner, do you know what we used to call Megan back in School?” Dick asked in a stage whisper, looking at Megan with twinkling eyes even as he asked Conner the question. M’gann was many things, but above taking the bait was rarely one of them. Any second now she’d look up at him with a mortified expression on her face, Silently (or not so silently) pleading to not let Conner know.&nbsp; <br><br>“What was it, the tomato? Anytime anybody did anything remotely sexual, Megan here would blush so hard we assumed she was gonna pass out.” <br>As if to prove his point, Dick laid out a two-pronged assault. He whispered something in her ear, while at the same time giving her a one way mental communication that only she could hear.<br><br>“Remember my butt? I’ve been told it look better nowadays”<br><em>‘I think you’d feel luckier if Conner and I were both in one your places. Wasn't that an old fantasy of yours? Except it used to be me and wally?’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 05:25:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner, Richard 'soon to be brain dead' Grayson, Open<br><hr><br><strong>"So am I."</strong>&nbsp; Megan replied, a slightly glazed look in her brown eyes which she immediately shook off, although not quite quick enough as she blushed ever so slightly from where her mind had wandered.&nbsp; Thankfully she kept those particular thoughts to herself, having made the mistake of sharing a private fantasy through the psychic link only once, and that had been between herself, Richard, and another member of the team.&nbsp; She hadn't lived it down despite said incident happening years ago now, what felt like a lifetime ago honestly.&nbsp; Her budding desire for the biologically young man, and her train of thought, were derailed by Conner's next question however.&nbsp; M'gann's first impulse was to spit out a curse at the reminder and let Conner know exactly how much she cared if the bastard woke up again considering he had planned to do more than take the woman's money and credit cards.&nbsp; Such people deserved what she did, or at least that's what her darker half usually thought, the same darkness that had formed after seeing her uncle killed right in front of her along with the rest of the League during Darkseid's second invasion.&nbsp; But she beat it back just as quickly and let out a tired sigh instead.&nbsp; <em>"I don't know, but it's unlikely."</em>&nbsp; Was all she said on the matter, and hoped he'd let it go at that after saying his piece.&nbsp; If he had asked her such a question even a year ago, chances were Fish might have needed a new front window from having thrown someone through it with a stray, angry thought.<br><br>Thankfully, Conner moved their private conversation elsewhere without needing her to press for such a change, and nodded her head in understanding.&nbsp; He, like so many of her friends, were never content to sit around for long periods of time.&nbsp; It made sense then that Conner was looking for something to keep himself occupied while at the same time doing something truly meaningful.&nbsp; It was the same with her, just she went about it differently was all.&nbsp; <em>I can certainly relate.&nbsp; That's also part of the reason I came here, hoping to hear something worth looking into, but for some reason not even Fish's regulars are hanging around.&nbsp; Either something is already underway, or they all decided to take the night off, which I find hard to believe.</em>&nbsp; And the fact he thought the same thing only proved something she'd been entertaining for a while already, that perhaps there might be a future for them both.&nbsp; The only big thing stopping her wasn't his age, or lack thereof really, but his lack of life experiences.&nbsp; M'gann hadn't pressed Conner for more than their friendship because she wanted him to live his life a little longer before complicating it with a romantic relationship.&nbsp; Assuming he even felt remotely interested in her in that way of course.<br><br>Just as she was taking a sip from her glass, Richard, being Richard, had to ruin the moment by reminding her of her school nickname.&nbsp; To make matters worse, at least in her opinion, she ended up spitting her beer all over Conner when she went to shout at Dick to shut his trap.&nbsp; The only thing that stopped her from literally sinking through the floor wasn't the fear of announcing to the whole bar she was a martian was the very same thing that had her wanting to pull a disappearing act then and there, her inability to concentrate past her raging embarrassment and the fact most of her blood was pooling in her cheeks.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Richard!"</strong></em>&nbsp; She shouted, both aloud and mentally as she stood up so fast her chair scraped across the floor.&nbsp; <strong>"You can be...you're so-grrrr!&nbsp; Just please don't say another word."</strong>&nbsp; With that, she promptly ripped out several paper towels from a nearby dispenser and sheepishly held them out to Conner, unable to meet his gaze.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry...I'll gladly pay for your laundry bill for a month if we can forget about this."</strong>&nbsp; A strange choice of words given her powers, but Megan was beyond caring at that particular moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 06:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://galeri8.uludagsozluk.com/440/rupert-grint_685452.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Dick, Open<br><hr><br>"Woah... this some kinda get-together no one told me about?" Stepping into Fish Mooney's bar, Wally immediately noticed the three familiar-looking faces.&nbsp; He was more used to Megan having green skin, but he's seen her human form often enough to know her when he saw her.&nbsp; There was no mistaking Dick Grayson, of course.&nbsp; They went way back, after all.&nbsp; Conner... not so much.&nbsp; The speedster had heard about there being a clone of Superman, so he knew all about Conner.&nbsp; Didn't really get much of a chance to get to know the guy, really.&nbsp; "What's up?&nbsp; Haven't seen you since the graduation."<br><br>Wally had gotten a call earlier from Dick about meeting up at Fish Mooney's bar.&nbsp; He was all the way in Central City at the time, but ever since the battle against Reverse Flash, travelling between cities has become easier with each passing day.&nbsp; He could easily travel from coast to coast in less than half an hour, so running all the way from Central City to Gotham?&nbsp; No biggie.<br><br>One of the first things he noticed about his friends was that Conner had beer all over himself and Megan had paper towels in her hand.&nbsp; It was also hard to miss the red look on the Martian's face.&nbsp; "Heh... well, I see you haven't changed much, Megan.&nbsp; So what dirty joke did I just miss out on?"<br><br>Taking a seat at the booth, he decided to get in on the psychic link that they had no doubt been using all this time.&nbsp; <em>'Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3.&nbsp; You guys can hear my thoughts now, right?'</em><br><br>Wally looked between the others' faces, checking their reactions.&nbsp; He continued smiling as he looked through the menu, though he was probably just going to order a beer in the end anyway.&nbsp; Not like he could get drunk or anything like that.<br><br><em>'Ah... damn it, Dick.&nbsp; You're on a job, aren't you?&nbsp; When you said you wanted to get some drinks, I thought you meant that we were going to get some drinks without having to fight a bunch of bad guys right after.&nbsp; Ah... whatever.&nbsp; Good thing I brought my gear along...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 06:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/stylewatch/blog/100705/kellan-lutz-300x400.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Superboy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick, Megan, Wally, Open<br><hr><br>"Oh really?" Megan was a shapeshifter of the highest order, but even she was human, err...Martian. He meant nobody was perfect, and even though she tried to hide it, he saw that hint of a blush break out before everything went back to normal. Their mental conversation concerning the comatose, catatonic criminal had a pin put in it, and he was fine with that. When Megan blasted someones mind, they usually deserved it, but still he was worried that things would go further. He knew what it was like to have the power of a God.<br><br>&nbsp;That was power one should never misuse. He looked around again, and whaddya know, Megan was right. Almost none of the regulars were here, and the ones that were hadn't had anything interesting to say so far. <em>"Yeeeaaaah. It's a ghost town in here. It's <strong>never</strong></em> a ghost town in here. <br>Especially on a night like tonight. <br><br>This might be a sign that somethin' big is going down. Maybe not tonight, but people are definitely prepping I think."[/i] While he wasn't great at showing it, Conner thought Megan was pretty awesome herself. It was just he was so focused on fighting crime, and learning things, and living. His life was complicated to say the least. And that was saying something considering what it meant for all of them to be heroes like they were. <br><br>He accepted the noogie and lightly, <em>very lightly</em> tapped Dick in the ribs in response. Despite his obvious strength, a mantra echoed in Conner's head, in the voice of his dad, the dad he wanted anyway. The world...well the world was cardboard. Controlling his strength was key, and despite Cadmus being Cadmus, one thing he could say was they trained him well. So despite the fact that he could chuck a cruise ship, it felt more like a playful jab from a normal guy. <br><br>"I jaywalk all the time, man. I'm just too good to get caught." Which meant, he moved so fast nobody realized he was even there. Aside from training together, fighting together, all that good stuff. Nightwing was also helping Conner learn about Krypton and his people. Cadmus didn't have much info on it, and the little they did have they deemed unnecessary knowledge. On the other hand, while he had access to his predecessor's memories, some spaces were just blank. Like there was nothing there, or it was, he just couldn't get the memories to register for some reason.<br><br>&nbsp;Whatever it was, it was infuriating, but even though he wasn't an expert, Richard was sharing what he knew, and that meant a lot to Conner. A perfectly formed eyebrow raised as Conner's blue orb darted from Dick, over to Megan, then back again when he asked about the Martian's nickname. "Do tell." His gaze fell back to Megan when Dick started to explain that they called her tomato, because anything sexual sent blood rushing to her cheeks.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd pay to see that actually. He would have, if Richard didn't decide to demonstrate for free. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, and Conner forgot to turn his hearing off so his friend may as well have been speaking normally. Conner's face turned to look at Nightwing's ass subconsciously, then he nearly recoiled in horror. "Super hearing man; I heard you! And then I looked because you were talking about it! You've ruined me for tonight, bro!" <br><br>He hissed that part lowly so no one around would hear. He did have a perfect ass though; and who said he didn't have any powers? No amount of squats in the world could give you something like that; you were either born with it or you weren't. He of course had noticed Megan spilled her beer on him, but it was no big deal even if she thought it was. He laughed at the whole thing, accepting the napkins and making the show of using them. However when you had heat vision, getting wet wasn't really an issue. <br><br>A low level blast, invisible to human eyes but comparable to a high powered blow dryer quickly got his clothes back to their right level of dryness, and then he rolled the napkins up and left them on the table. Looking at her, he smiled. "You really <em>do</em> turn red." He chuckled a bit and waved away her offer. "No need. I got plenty of cash from that night in Vegas. Plus I do my laundry for free at home." Clearing his throat in her mind, he opened a solo channel between him and her like Dick had just done and kept going. <em>"Besides...I think tomatoes are cute."</em> He turned rd the entrance when the Scarlet Speedster&nbsp; made himself known.<br><br>&nbsp;He knew <em>of</em> Wally, but he didn't really know him. Not like the others. He protected Central City pretty much all on his own, so he didn't have as much free time as some of them. But when you were the fastest man alive...well you found you could make your own time. "For me and her it was random. You know how this one plans everything out to a tee," Conner joked while jabbing a finger at the former boy wonder. When Wally's mind connected with theirs and he ended up asking Dick if they were on a job, his eyes started darting around. <br><br><em>"This isn't a job. Is it? It wasn't for me, I just wanted info...if it's a job though I'm in. I feel the urge to punch someone evil."</em> Sometimes he could get excited...okay maybe more like, all the time. But could you blame him? A regular life would be exciting for an infant who knew nothing else six months ago. But take that same infant, and give him super powers. Life was <em>awesome</em> almost all the time if you bothered to ask him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 17:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Open<br><hr><br>Dick couldn’t help but laugh at M'ganns blushing expression, or her spitting out her beer all over&nbsp; Connor. It really was like the good old times, though maybe&nbsp; a bit more grown up. Years ago it would have been Soda instead of beet, and it would been Wally or Artemis getting it spit all over them. And seeing her blushing expression, which he knew meant he’d struck a nerve in her, Dick couldn’t resist teasing her a bit more. <br><br><em>‘Good thing he didn't hear what really made you blush.&nbsp; Though I don't know, maybe he would have been up for it.’</em> He thought to her with a mental chuckle. <em>‘Imagine that, the son of Superman and the son of Batman. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve read that fanfiction before. I could send you a copy.’ </em><br><br>And Conner’s apparent terror at Looking at Dick’s ass just fueled the older crime fighter. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Ruined? I think you mean Improved.” Dick said with a wide smile. If there was one thing Dick thought himself good at, it was acrobatics. But if there were two things he was good at, they were acrobatics and being spontaneously witty. Okay, of the many things Dick was good at, one o them was self-evaluation. And he knew that, thanks to good genes, countless years of training, and a vain streak a mile wide, his ass was in a league most Models could only dream of. <br><br>As if to drive the point home, Dick got out of his seat and bent over so that M’gann and Conner both had a wonderful view of his derriere. Of course, as was his luck, it was at precisely the moment he was bending over and presenting like a proud peacock that one of his old friends, Wally West, came walking into the bar. <br><br>“Hey there Wally, good to see you.” Dick knew that his friend was fast, but sometimes it was scary just how fast he could be; He’d called Wally all of five minutes before, when he first saw Megan sitting alone in her booth. <br><br>“I was just showing off to Conner how cute Megan is when she blushes like that. And you know me, any opportunity to talk about my butt.” He explained to the newcomer as he got back into his seat.<br><br><br><em>‘I honestly thought you’d be too busy to come over. You really stepped up in a big way Wally. I mean, you’re the only one of us sidekicks to take over for their mentor. You’ve done good West, you really have.’ </em>Dick gave his old friend a pat on the shoulder as he thought at Wally. <br><br><em>‘But no, I’m not on a job right now, and I wouldn’t have been able to plan all of this even if I’d wanted to. I honestly just came here seeing if I could scare up a few leads. Then i saw M’gann all by herself, I called you, and when I went over, Conner was here trying to chat up our favorite martian’</em><br><br>Much as he really did enjoy the mental communication, Dick knew he’d have to actually say something to keep the bartender and the few other patrons from getting suspicious. After all, they’d been throwing around real names. If anyone got suspicious they could look into them, and maybe start questioning why one of the richest people in Gotham was hanging out in a run down place like this. Or why Wally West, who lived in Central city, was in Gotham seemingly by random chance. Or why there were two people who seemingly didn’t exist. And maybe they'd even figure out that Megan, Wally, and Dick had never gone to the same school together. <br><br>“Ya know what, we should hang out like this more often. Get the old Graduating Class together, relive the good old days. I forgot how much fun it is.”<br><em><br>‘Don’t worry Conner, you’re invited too. You as much a part of the sidekick league as anyone else. And I’m sure you’ll get to punch something evil before the night is over. A quiet night like this means something is probably gonna go down.' </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 18:00:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35-19:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Kent, Richard 'soon to be a <em>very</em> brain dead' Grayson, and Wally West, Open<hr><br><em>I think tomatoes are cute.</em>&nbsp; The thought had Megan shooting Conner an appreciative smile as she tucked a stray lock of her red hair back behind her left ear, her cheeks red for a slightly different reason than before.&nbsp; While most women would have found such a comment insulting to a degree, Megan liked it more than she probably should as she just for a moment forgot all about the insufferable Dick, who was living up to his name by showing off his perfectly shaped rear end.&nbsp; She'd be lying if she said she had never looked herself, but she had only seen the guy as a friend, a brother at most when he wasn't trying to make her die from embarrassment as he was at that particular moment.&nbsp; Besides, despite or because of everything that had happened, it felt real good to be surrounded by her old friends again.<br><br>As if summoned by that very thought as she sat back down after putting the paper towels back once Conner dried himself off, Wally arrived.&nbsp; She beamed at the sorely missed speedster, and shrugged at the introductory question. <strong>"Just Richard being Richard."</strong>&nbsp; She replied, and wasn't able to say more than that since Dick decided to butt in, but she didn't mind honestly.&nbsp; Sure he could be so annoying, but it was all in harmless, good natured fun.&nbsp; That and it just wouldn't be the same without the former Boy Wonder.<br><br>Giggling when Wally started testing the psychic link, Megan nodded and gave him a grin.&nbsp; <em>Yes we can hear you just fine Wally.&nbsp; This is bringing back a lot of good memories though, having the team back together like this.</em><br><br>Speaking of old friends though, she looked up and down the street through the window, half expecting to see Artemis wandering in next, but for now she was disappointed.&nbsp; <strong>"What ever did happen to Artemis anyway?&nbsp; I haven't heard from her in a long time."</strong>&nbsp; Megan asked the group at large before shooting Richard a playful dirty look at the prospect he had planned this meeting.&nbsp; It would be his speed to pull something like that off, but his flat denial of it rang true as far as she could tell.<br><br>That didn't stop her from offering her own little jab at Dick.&nbsp; <em>I find that a little hard to believe since you're so OCD about everything Dick.</em>&nbsp; She replied, teasing him in her own way, but nodded her head in agreement at what was proposed both aloud and otherwise even as a forlorn gleam fell over her brown eyes.&nbsp; <em>The good days are gone, all we can do is move forward.&nbsp; That said, I'm not against us fighting together like we used to.&nbsp; It'll be...nice, to get some of what was lost back again.&nbsp; And to maybe make new memories.</em>&nbsp; The last was more for Conner than anyone else, but she didn't separate it from the rest of her comment as she picked up her glass and waited for the rest to do the same.&nbsp; <strong>"To the old gang and new friends."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 02:31:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/stylewatch/blog/100705/kellan-lutz-300x400.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Superboy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick, Megan, Wally, Open<br><hr><br>"Nope. Ruined is definitely the word I wanted to use. I didn't need a close up of your ass, man. I don't care how good it looks, hahahah." And then to drive the point home, Richard bent over so both he and Megan got a good look at his ass. Conner groaned when he kept showing off, then he winked at Megan and thought to only her <em>'Watch this'</em> With her so close, he was sure to keep the intensity low, and he had to anyway so Dick didn't get hurt. He narrowed his eyes and for the first time tonight looked at Dick's ass on purpose. Then the seat of his pants would start to get hot as Conner blasted him with a low level burst of his heat vision. <br><br>Just enough to sting for a moment or two and get a laugh for everyone at the table. <em>'Thanks, seriously. I never got to fight with him, but I wanna do him proud."</em> That was his response when he was told he could hang out with the group of once sidekicks, since technically he would have more than likely been made Superman's sidekick if he'd been alive when Conner was created. Looking at Megan again after the tomato comment, he saw a blush on her cheeks and he tried to keep himself from doing the same. He had a feeling he was the reason she was red like that, but he wasn't the psychic in the group. <br><br>Well he was, but he wasn't as good at it as her. Maybe later she could give him some pointers? It would only make him more effective in the long run, which meant he could better help people. He projected the proud feeling he had to know that he belonged somewhere bleed into the mental group chat, then decided to cheat a bit. He'd left his cup over on the bar, and he didn't have anything to toast with. <br><br>Tensing his muscles, he darted out of his seat so fast he was invisible to everyone in the bar save one person. In less than an instant, he'd made himself another drink and was back at the table raising his glass. He'd moved so fast he didn't seem to have moved at all. He just suddenly had a drink in his hand. "The old gang, new friends, and a better tomorrow." Looking at Megan as he started to down his drink, he sent her another solo message. <em>'And cute tomatoes.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 05:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://galeri8.uludagsozluk.com/440/rupert-grint_685452.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Dick, Open<br><hr><br>When Dick mentioned Wally stepping up to take over the mantle of The Flash, the young speedster gave it some thought.&nbsp; Wally never believed he could ever truly take over for Barry.&nbsp; The only reason he did so was because the world needed the Flash and that fight against Reverse Flash reinforced that idea.&nbsp; For the first time in his life, he was able to achieve a speed that rivalled his mentor's.&nbsp; For the first time in his life, he believed that he could truly become the Flash.<br><br>At one point, after the fight against the Reverse Flash, Wally had asked Dick to help time him.&nbsp; For the speed he wanted to reach, he needed to borrow the cosmic treadmill in the Bat-cave, a gift that Jay once bestowed upon Bruce back in the day.&nbsp; Try as he might, he could never achieve the same speeds he did when he went up against Reverse Flash.&nbsp; His speed had improved, to be sure.&nbsp; Before, as Kid Flash, he could only achieve mach speed and maybe touch mach 2 every now and then.&nbsp; On the cosmic treadmill, he was able to get up to mach 10.&nbsp; At one point, he topped out at mach 11.&nbsp; It was an improvement, to be sure, but... he couldn't help but feel frustrated.&nbsp; Once again, he felt the huge gap between himself and his predecessor.&nbsp; He could feel the shadow of those numbers... the nine figure miles-per-hour that loomed over his 8,000 mph.<br><br><em>'Speaking of taking over for your mentor, what about you?&nbsp; You've pretty much taken over as the head of the bat family, haven't you?&nbsp; All you're missing is the costume.&nbsp; You should seriously consider it, Dick.'</em><br><br>Wally smiled as he thought back to those days when they were a team together.&nbsp; <em>'Yeah, we should definitely get the old gang back together again.&nbsp; Remember when we used to talk about one day officially joining the Justice League?&nbsp; Maybe we can still do that.&nbsp; Heck, we even have our own Kryptonian now.'</em><br><br>The scarlet speedster noticed Megan raising her glass up and followed suit.&nbsp; He lifted up his mug of beer and said, <strong>"Hear, hear. To the old gang and new friends."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 02:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, Conner, Wally, Open<br><hr><br><em>‘No powers in public Conner. Thought I trained you better than that’</em> Dick glared at Conner, resisting the urge to pat down the flames that felt like they were devouring his pants. Of course he knew that it was just heat, and that Conner wouldn’t intentionally set his pants on fire, but Dick had a harder time explaining that to his nerve endings. <br><br>Once he’d finally settled back in his seat, Wally started to question why Dick hadn’t taken up the cowl become the next Batman. <br><em>‘I don’t know Wally. I think I’m just waiting for the right time for Batman to make a comeback. I mean, he’s an urban legend. Best thing I can do it feed into that’</em><br><br>That was what he told the others, what he would say whenever anyone asked why he hadn’t taken over as batman. But that wasn’t the real reason. It certainly wasn’t explaining why he hadn’t even looked at the suits Bruce had designed for him. No, for Dick, he was concerned that he would never be good enough to bear the mantle. <br><br>Most metahumans, they had no upper limits. If Wally practised enough, he could eventually get be as fast as Barry had been. If Conner worked at his abilities, he could eventually be as good as Superman. And M’gann was already as good, if not better, than her uncle had been when it came to mind reading and shapeshifting. But for ‘normal’ people like Bruce and Dick, they had a hard limit. Dick could only ever get so good before his body could not improve anymore, before his mind was incapable of forming more neural pathways. And it was beginning to feel like, even once he’d reached his peak, Dick could never be quite as good as Bruce had been. He would never live up to the legacy of the Bat. <br><br>But those thoughts wouldn’t do him any good if he was going out to patrol, Dick had to remind himself, so he banished them from his mind when he joined in with the toast. <br>“The Old Gang, new Friends, and those who couldn't be here.”<br><br>He sat and enjoyed himself for a few minutes before reality came back to him. He’d come to mooney’s to try and find leads, instead of going out on patrol. But since he hadn’t managed to get any leads, he needed to stop stalling and actually go out on patrol. <br><br>“I think I’ve gotta get out of here you guys. Running a multinational corporation isn’t all fun and games”<br><br><em>‘Well, and thugs don’t punch themselves in the face’ </em>he added with a mental wink to the group<br><br>Before getting out of the bar though, Dick went up to the counter and handed the bartender a few bills. “That should cover everything for my friends over there.” <br><br>The bartender just took the money with a nod, and the tacit understanding that Dick had given him extra to make sure that the newspapers didn’t suddenly find out that Dick Grayson had been hanging out in Fish Mooney’s Bar, and Dick walked out into the cold ready to show Gotham why Nightwing was just as good a protector as Batman had been. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Fish Mooneys Bar (North Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 03:42:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Conner Kent, Richard Grayson, and Wally West, Open<hr><br>Seeing Dick dance around for a few seconds after Conner shot his butt with his heat vision had a much needed laugh escaping the hidden martian as she giggled into her hand, trying her best to keep it as contained as possible more out of respect for the few other patrons than Richard himself.&nbsp; Still, she did agree with Nightwing's reprimand directed at Conner, even if it was delivered with his usual humor, and really it wasn't a reprimand persay, just good advice.&nbsp; But she pushed those thoughts to the side, especially since Wally decided to ask the one question that she wished he hadn't, and not just for Richard's sake.&nbsp; Even though her shapeshifting allowed her to mimic virtually anyone, men included although maintaining such a form was more difficult for her, M'gann had never tried to copy her uncle save for the few times she had had to settle his affairs, and even then she'd stuck with his human persona of John Jones.&nbsp; The very idea of trying to be Martian Manhunter was not something that sat well with her, even if, again, she could very well pull off the illusion.&nbsp; But J'onn was dead, and Martian Manhunter had went with him.&nbsp; The same was true of most of their mentors, their family, and it just didn't feel right to M'gann to try and take up their mantles for themselves.&nbsp; It was too huge a responsibility, too much to live up to, and they were their own people anyway.<br><br>So she shot Richard a sympathetic if subtle look when she sensed his discomfort about taking up Bruce's old cape and cowl.&nbsp; She understood, at least to an extent, why he wasn't thrilled by the idea even as he brushed it off.&nbsp; <em>"That's understandable Richard."</em>&nbsp; Was all she said in reply before letting her brown eyes fall on Wally next.&nbsp; <em>"And I...don't think I could ever replace Martian Manhunter.&nbsp; He might not have been the same symbol as Batman was, but the same principle applies....I just don't think I could do it.&nbsp; It'd be like living a lie."</em>&nbsp; An irony unto itself since she couldn't even walk down the street without being in a human disguise, but the fact remained that trying to be someone she wasn't just didn't sit well with Megan.&nbsp; Besides, it wouldn't be fair to her uncle's memory if she tried to replace him anyway.&nbsp; But as she looked towards Wally, she couldn't help but smile since she'd seen the news reports of his activities in Coast City.&nbsp; <em>"On the other hand, you've done an amazing job Wally.&nbsp; Your mentor would be proud you're continuing what he started."</em>&nbsp; And it was the truth, for him he wore the Flash outfit as if he'd been born to it, but not everyone could be so fortunate.&nbsp; While it went against what she had just said about living a lie, about being something they really weren't and couldn't realistically match, there were always exceptions, and Wally seemed to be doing pretty good in his mentor's old get up.&nbsp; To that end, after picking up on his frustration that he still wasn't able to match the original Flash's speed, Megan focused her next message solely on Wally himself.&nbsp; <em>"Don't give up Wally, you'll get there.&nbsp; I'm sure of it.&nbsp; You're the fastest man I know, but it's not your speed that makes you a hero.</em><br><br>As for Conner, she nodded, understanding the desire to prove himself worthy of the S shield he wore on his chest.&nbsp; That was a tall order, even for the super clone, but M'gann believed in him as she believed in everyone at the table.&nbsp; That said, she shook her head and sent another message solely to the Boy of Steel.&nbsp; <em>Be your own person first Conner.&nbsp; You don't have to prove anything to anyone here, so long as you simply do the best you can with what you've been given.&nbsp; That holds true for all of us though.</em>&nbsp; And it was indeed true since that was all anyone had a right to ask of them.&nbsp; To do the best they could, to live up to the standards their predecessors had set, not the heroes themselves.&nbsp; And what most people tended to forget was that despite all of their skills, their powers, their abilities, the Justice League were 'human', and in most cases they actually were human, at the end of the day.&nbsp; They had made many mistakes, some small, some huge, the latter of which had had negative consequences for a lot of people.&nbsp; But upon hearing Wally's comment about restarting the Justice League, Megan stroked her chin, having honestly not even thought about it for some time.&nbsp; <em>"That actually might not be a bad idea.&nbsp; The world needs heroes like us, and while we might not be a team like we used to be, it would go a long way in paving the way for the next generation at the very least, and to give the people....well, hope that we're not gone, not by a long shot.&nbsp; It's definitely worth thinking about at least."</em><br><br>Upon completing the toast, and blushing yet again when Conner made another mention of cute tomatoes, Megan followed Dick's example and hugged Wally after she'd gotten to her feet.&nbsp; <strong>"Take care of yourself Wally.&nbsp; It was good to see you again."</strong>&nbsp; She stated before nodding towards Dick, before sending him a message and him alone.&nbsp; <em>I-if you ever want to talk, you can call me Richard.&nbsp; Or...I might drop by the manor if you want.</em>&nbsp; It was no secret to him and most of the Bat family that M'gann hadn't visited Wayne Manor since her uncle's death, seeing as it brought back too many memories, tainted by the sheer agony of her loss.&nbsp; That and it just didn't feel right to hang around their old hangout anymore for the longest time after everything that had occurred with Darkseid.&nbsp; But her offer was genuine as she turned to Conner last, a small smile forming on her lips again.&nbsp; <em>"Take care of yourself too Conner.&nbsp; If you need anything don't hesitate to call me either.&nbsp; I'm always willing to show you what I can."</em>&nbsp; With that, M'gann walked out the front door, feeling strangely lighter than she could recall ever feeling for the longest time.&nbsp; Maybe the future wouldn't be so bleak anymore?
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