DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 14:56:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130331004426/batman/images/thumb/2/25/Tdkr_33.jpg/500px-Tdkr_33.jpg)<br><br><br>The birth of Gotham City is one shrouded in both mystery and mysticism. Millennia ago, an evil warlock was buried alive beneath what would one day become the central island of Gotham. It is alleged that while the warlock laid in a state of torpor, his evil essence seeped into the soil, poisoning the ground with his dark, corruptive touch. <br><br>The territory surrounding the Warlock's burial spot was also the home of an ancient Native American tribe known as the Miagani. The Miagani inhabited the Gotham islands several centuries before European explorers ever crossed the Atlantic. The Miagani tribe is no longer in existence, and there is much speculation as to their final fate. One posited theory suggests that a shaman named Blackfire came to them, proclaiming to be a holy messenger. Within short order however, Blackfire took control of the Miagani and proved to be a cruel and evil tyrant. The Miagani chieftain Chief Paleface demanded that Blackfire leave the tribe, but the shaman would not be silenced, and he struck down Paleface with his staff, killing him. The other Miagani revolted against Blackfire. They shot him with their arrows and tied him to a pole to die. Blackfire didn't die though, so the Miagani sealed him inside of a cave. They erected a totem in front of the tomb as a warning sign of the evil that resided within. Some sources cite that Shaman Blackfire emerged from the cave and used his power to cause a blight across the land. As such, the Miagani had little choice but to abandon their homes in search of fertile ground. Two days into their journey, a rival tribe came upon them and slaughtered all of the Miagani. Some legends however, say that it was actually Shaman Blackfire who murdered them.<br><br>In 1609, the Dutch East India Company selected English explorer Henry Hudson to chart an easterly passage to Asia. Along his journey, he surveyed the Northeastern coastal region of what would one day become the United States. Following Hudson's course, Dutch pioneers sailed for this New World and began populating the region once inhabited by the Miagani. The pioneers established themselves in two different colonies. One colony was set up along the shore where fishing was plentiful, and the other was developed further inland. The latter colony came upon the sealed cave with the Miagani totem erected before it. Unaware of its significance, they ignored the totem's warning and loosed Shaman Blackfire from the cave. The colonists were never seen again. Two days later, men from the coastal community traveled to visit their inland brothers. When they arrived in the village, they found the town deserted. Pools of blood dotted the streets, but there were no bodies. A trapper claimed to have seen the image of a naked Indian walking from the woods to the settlement.<br><br>During the latter half of the 18th century and the early half of the 19th century, Gotham was a major port city known as Gotham Town. Beginning as early as 1799, Darius Wayne began construction on a family estate that would eventually become known as Wayne Manor.<br><br>On January 1st, 1800, the frontiersman known as Tomahawk became embroiled in a fight with a British spy named Lord Shilling. Shilling had disguised himself as Tomahawk's close ally Stovepipe in order to get in close enough to procure a piece of mystical amber that Tomahawk had acquired from occultist Jason Blood years earlier. The two fought one another inside of an immense, bat-filled cavern not far from the Wayne estate. During the fight, the piece of amber fell into a stream of molten fluid. Shilling reached to retrieve it, and the amber fused itself to his hand, mummifying his entire arm. Tomahawk severed the arm and returned with it to Gotham Town. The arm and amber later became known as the Claw of Aelkhünd. The cavern in which the two fought one another would later service modern age super-hero Batman as the Batcave.<br><br>During the 1950s, Gotham evolved with the changing times, particularly in light of the paranoia perpetuated by the Cold War. Various bomb shelters were erected all throughout the city. By the 1960s, Gotham City planners began an ambitious project called the Underground Highway. Beginning at Fourth Avenue, they began building an actual subterranean thoroughfare designed to link with the subway system. They only managed to complete two-hundred yards worth of tunnel before budget cuts forced them to abandon the project. In later years, the unfinished highway became a haven for the homeless and even a few criminals such as Killer Croc.<br><br>Today, Gotham stands as a dark and foreboding metropolis rife with crime, grime and corruption, all masked in the glitz and glamor of the city's night life.<br>For the Last five years it has been without its protector the Batman who was killed during the Apocalypse Alien Invasion along with other member's of the Justice League. The City will forever hold him in regard as its hero. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 03:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7b0666c256c253740e55c20859c99a8d/tumblr_novi01GCJd1uqad8po1_500.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dinah Laurel Lance<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The White Canary<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None yet, formerly the League of Assassins&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Atom, Miss Martian and Flash<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080919201128/batman/images/thumb/6/6a/Gothambank.jpg/500px-Gothambank.jpg)<br><br>The world was a differnt place then it was five years ago. It had Heroes, seven of them to be exact who stood for everything that was brave and good in the world. They were indeed Gods among men and they pushed back the darkness and inspired hope. Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, Hawgirl, Green lantern and Martian Manhunter. But they were taken from us as quickly as they came into our lives, a evil wargod from across the Stars known only as Darkseid tried to bring his hell on earth to pass and the League lost their lives protecting humanity. But they won, even though the Justice League was gone the world kept on turning that day and humanity got to survive. <br><br>So what was left for those who survived? They got to keep on trying to make the best of it even though they knew the world could end anytime a inter galactic warlord felt like it. Dinah Lance was one of those shmucks who kept on keeping on. She was a former police officer of the Gotham police Department who went backpacking across East Asian and ran into some trouble and came into the path of the Daughter of the Demon. Nyssa Al Ghul second child to the great Ra`s Al Ghul who`s very name struck fear into the hearts of the underworld and had for hundreds of years. Dinah was trained by Ra`s to be an instrument of death in his League of Assassins. But when he learned of her romantic relationship with Nyssa he attempted to have her killed and Nyssa was forced to take her own fathers life (which was not an easy task) as a result she banished Dinah for blaming her for been the root cause of the deed.&nbsp; So with a heavy heart&nbsp; Dinah returned to Gotham city to be a vigilante, a beacon of hope as the Batman and Robin had once been. <br>Taking the mantle of the White Canary she attempted to wage a one woman war on the crime of the city. <br><br>But she was not alone in this fight and she crossed paths with others trying to do the same thing such as the Atom, Billionaire&nbsp; Ray palmer who had taken over Wayne Enterprises in the city but who was also a costumed superhero who could shrink down to the molecular level. Others such as Booster Gold, Aquaman and the Batwoman who she had fought alongside over the last 18 months and all were skilled in their own way.<br><br>The thought had crossed Dinah's head they would be much stronger as a unit as a team like the Justice League, but this bunch of heroes were not as willing to play nice together like the original league had, too many strong personality's and all knew the cost of putting on these costumes and going out there and the endgame usually meant been put in a wooden box in the ground. Maybe Dinah had a diffenrt view to death as she had been brought back from the brink of it and placed in the League of Shadows Lazarus pit, such an act would change one forever and as such the Canary did not fear death in a way that other "masks" would. <br><br>Dinah thought on this and more as she meditated in her home, the Gotham BelleTower to which she had coveted as her base of operations. She was stark naked with incense burning and practicing her deep mantra and meditation when her computer screen buzzed and she was snapped out of her haze. Her laptop was wired to alert her of nay crime in the city the GCPD couldn't deal with. Dinah looked at the screen to see a news report that Gotham bank was been robbed and it was not a quiet affair. The report stated former Batman foe Poison Ivy was robbing the bank and attacking any police resistance she came across, citizens of the City were advised to stay away from Central Gotham and to stay in doors as the reporters would keep everyone posted. Dinah cracked her crooked smile and jumped into action, she suited up in her white leather costume and got her gear ready. She placed a white scarf underneath her nose covering her mouth to disguise her face and she exited her Clock tower in style. Jumping out of the window and letting the cold October air wash over her as she summersaulted through the air and used her grappling hook to attach itself to buildings so she could make her way across the Gotham skyline.<br><br>Dinah arrived across town in just under 10 minutes to see the chaos taking place, huge vines coming out of the windows of Gotham City bank, with police cars all around and flood lights and a helicopter overhead. Canary crouched and watched as Poison Ivy exited the bank, she was not alone with five goons with her packing some serious heat as well as carrying bags of money. <br><br>The Police Captain Maggie Sawyer announced over loudspeaker for Ivy and her men to surrender or they would open fire. It was going to be a bloodbath if they opened fire but Ivy wasn't giving them a choice, what was puzzling was why Ivy was striking out now she hadn't been active for years.<br>"Give it your best shot Captain!" Was all ivy said in that distilled voice of hers as the goons of hers started opening fire on the police officers and the green vines from her tree shot through the windows of the bank and overturned two cop cars in the first strike.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://pic.3h3.com/up/2015-3/201533330931012302.jpg)<br><br>"Fucking Hell!" Canary cursed as she leapt down from the building she had been preached on and entered the Frey. She ran towards the onslaught not knowing that after tonight her life would never be the same.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 02:17:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batwoman, Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Atom<br><hr><br>Booster Gold sat in his penthouse, staring at the Television. Not to long ago from his personal clock, he'd only really watched TV when he was on it. Even then, it was usually because he taped the appearances. But ever since he'd come back, he'd found he had more time on his hands. With the loss of his company... and his decision to scale back on heroism... well. He had more time. And this Netflix thing? It was great! Right now, he'd queued up an old documentary on himself. As he watched it... he felt the old itch. What he called the itch to do good. Most would claim it was the itch to be admired, have people astounded with him. But to Booster, they were mostly one and the same. He turned the channel... his ability to know what would happen out the window now. The history he knew was gone, dead with five good people he failed. Booster reached for the bottle of Whiskey, and missed it, hitting the remote instead. It changed to the news... showing the standoff outside the Gotham Bank.<br><br>He looked out his window, able to see the play of the spotlight. Looking between the bottle and the lights... Booster made his decision. At least for tonight, he wasn't going to be the burnt out drunk, Michael John Carpenter. He was going to be Booster Gold. A minute later, he rose into the sky, a Blue and Gold suited glory, a smile across his face. Booster Gold always smiled. Booster zipped through the air, soaring to the site of the Bank. He landed on the ground, and extended his Forcefield, stopping one of the flying cop cars from slamming across the street into a nearby building. He then delivers a Booster Shot® to the vine, attempting to slice it in half. A full force blast was enough to break through solid concrete.<br><br>"Poison Ivy! This is Booster Gold! Stop where you are with your hands, plants, and other appendages raised above your head, as well as your goons. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to restrain you via force."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 21:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FieyB6Lzns/U62C9YGN6YI/AAAAAAAAHEE/N3H03BFdc1k/s1600/nickywhelan.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Kori Anders<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Supergirl<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Booster Gold<br><hr>Kori had been looking forward to this evening for the part two weeks, she had been invited to the opening of an exhibition of a talented new Gotham artist and even though it was being held at someone else's gallery getting the invite meant that her gallery was getting noticed and that was a good thing. Or at least that's what Taylor told her, Kori still had a hard time understanding Earth's social politics all the gossip and double dealing was not something she was good at. But that's where Taylor came in, she worked for a secret branch of the Government, was apparently very well trained by the military and yet still managed to be an art expert and socialite. Oh yes, and Taylor was Kori's babysitter a thankless task at the best of times.<br><br>What had made Kori really excited about the evening was the chance to go shopping, there was just something about Earth clothes that fascinated her. Of course Taylor had accompanied Kori on the trip and vetoed most of Kori's choices, apparently latex wasn't a good choice.<br><br>Taylor and Kori made their way across Gotham Central Plaza, Taylor in her black leather pants and loose fitting blue silk shirt and Kori in a skin tight short white dress and silver heels with straps that wrapped up to the knee. Both enjoying the night air and relative quiet for Gotham as Taylor briefed Kori on which movers and shakers would be at the party. Then it happened, the bank alarm went off!<br><br>"Look I could just.." Kori started to speak before Taylor cut her off "No! It's bad enough that press have started calling you Supergirl. I don't need any more videos of you making it on to the internet and I don't even want to think about what would happen if someone caught you changing in to.. you know." Kori's shoulders sagged a little as the young woman dressed her down "But if I'm really care.." Taylor rolled her eyes "Are you trying to get me fired? Listen to that. The police are just a couple of blocks away I'm sure they'll be able to handle it."<br><br>Kori wasn't ready to be defeated, at least not completely "How about if we just hang around for a bit then if things get completely out of hand.." Kori left the end of sentence hanging in the air, Taylor sighed "OK, we wait ten minutes and if nothing is happening we go to the party, because I need to get drunk." Kori and Taylor made their way behind the police line to a spot where they could see exactly what was going on.<br><br>"Poison Ivy! This is Booster Gold! Stop where you are with your hands, plants, and other appendages raised above your head, as well as your goons. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to restrain you via force."<br><br>Taylor nudged Kori in the ribs "See everything's going to be just fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 01:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Atom, Miss Martian and Flash. Paging Oracle, mentions of Batwoman, Nightwing and Spoiler<br><hr><br>It had been shaping up to be a long night. The rest of his 'family' was back at base; They spent more time there than they did at the original batcave, but Jason preferred Wayne's old haunt to the new one. He also had established his own minor HQ on an island in Gotham harbor, though it was really not much more than a small bunker with a brimming arsenal of toys. But if he spent most of his time anywhere, it was at the old cave. Thinking of Bruce, thinking of Alfred. It was the most futile notion in the world, but he wished sometimes that he had never died, that he had been Robin. That he had been at Batman's side as they faced the end of the world. Jason sometimes convinced himself that he could have made a difference. His death had driven a wedge between him and the rest of his 'family', and he had refused to fight with them until it was too late. On the outside, to the others, Jason showed no sadness for the loss, but maybe Dick knew better than that. Dick might have remembered the boy who worshipped Batman. Hell, if he had gotten away with those tires, he would have sold three of them and made a bed out of the fourth, and showed it off to his friends. To him, Batman symbolized his hatred for the evil people of Gotham. Now, Jason had to hold up that mantle, along with his adopted brother, Kate, and Stephanie. And Connor. But he didn't trust the super, just like he didn't trust any of the supers.<br><br>He had been stalking the rooftops of Gotham, restless, itching for a fight. There was a growing fondness between him and Stephanie and he didn't know how to deal with it. He had never had a normal relationship, and he didn't want to hurt her. But when he saw how Dick looked at her, Jason just wanted to possess her, to drag her into a dark corner and make her his own. Those turbulent feelings are primarily what forced him into the streets to get some fresh air, but his night was not destined to end with him slinking back to Hamilton in the middle of the night. The emergency frequency attuned to his helmet's receiver began to light up, reporting a break-in at Gotham Central Bank; Poison Ivy was robbing the joint, and she had a handful of thugs with machine guns enforcing for her. That, and Ivy's typical tricks, he could only imagine. <em>Gotham Central, damn, I'm clear across town,</em> he thought to himself, already calling for his ride there. He was surprised that he had heard of it before Oracle had chirped it to him.<br><br><strong>"Hey, O, are you hearing this?"</strong> He voiced over their linked comm network, the whoosh of jet engines roaring closer to him from behind. <strong>"If the rest of them have nothing better to do, Ivy's causing a mess at GCB, and I'm gonna go rip that bitch up by her roots."</strong> <br><br>Jason turned towards the growing sound, and raised his hands in the air, catching the incoming Bat-glider that had slowed its velocity to a mere 60 miles per hour for the intercept. Grasping the handle that jutted beneath the jet-propelled hang-glider, he communicated his commands to the machine through his mask via ocular movements and neural impulses, and the handle turned so that he could face forward, and see the city rushing below him as they accelerated to upwards of a hundred miles per hour; Luckily for him, he had remembered to zip up his jacket this time. He could remember catching those 100 mph winds behind his billowing leather jacket and being ripped right off of the handles, and falling to the city below. Jason was not unkillable, but a drop of a quarter mile wasn't enough to stop a man born from a Lazarus Pit. He had been completely bed-ridden for days, but he emerged from the situation without a bruise or a broken bone. Long rests, long heals.<br><br>Within moments, he was comfortable enough to let one hand go, hanging by his right arm while his dominant left hand grasped the pistol at his waist, pulling it out and releasing the safety with practiced ease. The glider took a graceful turn between two buildings, and he was suddenly bearing down on GCB, and he could see the carnage Ivy was already causing. Shots were ringing out between both sides; Massive vines were twisting around police vehicles, crumpling them up and throwing them away like cheap garbage, the police using them as cover left defenseless and subsequently bullet-ridden. Jason didn't have much love for the boys in blue, but they were mostly honest folks nowadays, unlike when he had taken his turn as the Boy Wonder. James Gordon had started a legacy of honesty within the force, continued by the current captain, Magee Sawyer, who he could only imagine was down in that fray right now.<br><br>As he began to pass over Ivy, twelve bullets rang out from his pistol. He was no Deadshot, but he saw Ivy flinch and jerk away from the incoming hail of lead, and one of her goons went to the floor, though he couldn't tell if he had struck a fatal blow or not. On his impulse, the glider made a hairpin turn, and deposited Jason behind Booster Gold, who had erected a convenient force-field against the bullets. He watched as Booster severed one of the vines with a weapon, but gave a dismissive grunt from behind the futuristic playboy. <strong>"Why didn't you aim for that overgrown weed in the middle of all those future corpses?"</strong> Above the both of them, the Bat-glider's jet engines had gone into stand-by, and it was now hovering above the situation as a drone, giving Jason a good aerial view of the situation within his helmet's HUD.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 14:51:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Aquaman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>It was strange, living in Gotham. Whilst that statement could easily be left to stand on its own, of course - with so many "Masks" running around, life was hardly boring for its regular residents; it seemed like there was some big disaster or some titanic clash on the news every other day - in this case, it required a not-so-small caveat that it was even more strange a place to live for an amphibious individual; whilst Gotham had a harbour, of course, it was not exactly filled with water that you would want to swim in and - given Gotham's over-abundance of self-styled "Super-villains" - you could never guarantee that it was safe to enter either biologically or even just for the presence of another amphibious individual who wouldn't take kindly to your intrusion. So, it was a surface-located city with a harbour full of water that no sensible amphibian would want to go anywhere near for any extended period of time filled with dangerous criminals and super-powered ne'er-do-wells...which all begged the question of why Orin was there in the first place. He was King of Atlantis, the Lord of The Seven Seas and the "Hero Of The Abyss" - though he despised that last title and everything it stood for - and, notably, was an Atlantean which meant that he required water to survive. So why, exactly, was he in Gotham when the only large body of water was one that even he didn't want to touch with a ten-foot-trident? The answer was....complicated, to say the least. He didn't necessarily want to be in Gotham - he wanted to be back home, overseeing reconstruction and stabilisation efforts after The Great Atlantean Schism, a four-year war that had engulfed the entire sunken continent in death and destruction - but his Seers had told him that he needed to be in order to avert some great disaster. He had pressed about the nature of the disaster, of course, and gotten only vague statements and dire warnings and no real details.<br><br>But, of course, Orin had left anyway. Even when your Seers were being vague, only a foolish or an arrogant King ignored them, and historically speaking, those Kings always met with great strife. And if leaving his Kingdom can spare his people another decade of fighting, then he'd gladly do it...Atlantis and the people of Poseidonis in particular had suffered much those last ten years, and he was not about to invite disaster down on their heads a third time if he could help it. It had also, of course, given him a chance to reconnect with the Justice League....or so he had thought, before he reached the surface. It turned out that the Justice League had needed Atlantean aid more than even they had anticipated, if their deaths at the hands of Darkseid and his soldiers were anything to go by. The news of their deaths had hit him hard, of course; he had considered them friends and, more, brothers in arms. That his absence could have led to their deaths...even though it had been something that was far beyond his ability to control, he had still struggled with the guilt for a good few months before finally coming to terms with their loss. Finding M'gann - pretty much his adopted niece - alive and (relatively) well had helped, of course, and besides investigating this mysterious "Disaster" that was supposed to be coming soon, he had also found the need to provide her with guidance and comfort whenever she needed it...she had stumbled onto a dark, vicious path, and it was one he was determined to get her off of if he possibly could. He'd seen the type of darkness in her eyes present in the eyes of another once before, and that hadn't ended well. If he could stop M'gann making the same mistakes...it was his duty as her Mentor and friend to do just that. She may have wanted his help sometimes, but her cooperation wasn't a factor; he would help her, whether she liked it or not. Luckily for him, at least for the moment she seemed like she welcomed his aid...but they would see how long that lasted. <br><br>He was rambling, but really, there was nothing else to do at that moment. He was in his hotel room - as he said, the bay was NOT a place he wanted to go, and he had to stay <em>somewhere</em> - staring at the pair of suitcases open on his bed, trying to remember whether he'd forgotten something or not, and desperately trying to rack his brains. The list to one side of the pair of cases said that he had everything, but he didn't really trust it that much...if he'd forgotten something while writing the list, then trusting the list implicitly would be a mistake. How did humans do this so often? He only has two suitcases worth of belongings, and he was struggling to remember whether he had forgotten anything. And humans did this on a regular basis with literally hundreds of boxes, all unmarked and chaotically thrown together. He really didn't understand it...but then, he'd never had to "move house" before, so that was perhaps part of his anxious paranoia. The hotel room - just a single-bed en-suite in Gotham Heights - had been effective as a temporary base in the beginning, but as he accumulated more possessions, more clues and - importantly - more renown as a hero throughout the city, he had quickly discovered the drawbacks of a hotel room. Not only were they extremely small to live in permanently, but they were also extremely expensive by human standards to stay in for extended periods of time. The Atlantean Treasury might have recovered somewhat due to the economic policies that Orin had imposed throughout and immediately after the war, but it was not infinite. He had had to find a cheaper place to live, and one that was more nondescript than an upscale hotel....so he was moving. He had - in civilian clothes - intervened in an attempted mugging and the would-be-victim - who turned out to be a landlord - had offered one of the apartments in her block for him to stay in when she discovered that he was looking for a place to live. <br><br>She had initially offered it as a freebie, but...that felt too much like a payment for a good deed for Orin to accept, especially since the lady most likely needed that income to survive so he had refused, but enquired after the apartment anyway. After some fierce haggling, he managed to talk the young lady up to accepting 70% of the usual asking price, which was far, far more affordable than the room he was living in at the time. It was also far larger; it had a reasonably sized bedroom, a kitchen, a lounge and a bathroom with plenty of storage space, such that even though it was in a slightly rougher neighbourhood, it was far more desirable for Orin than the smaller hotel room. Besides; if he moved in, the chances were that criminal activity around the building was going to drop sharply. He could do a lot more good from that apartment than he could do from this hotel room, and it would likely give him greater access to the criminal networks he needed to investigate for information than his current base of operations. So, he had decided to move in...which led to the obvious problem of him not actually having all that many possessions to his name. He could take care of the furniture later - he wouldn't need all that much, he didn't think - but right now, he had to make sure he didn't leave anything behind that could point to his true identity. The people downstairs thought of him as "Arthur Curry," the wealthy, good-natured but reclusive man who had been staying in their hotel for months. He couldn't let anything get left behind that could clue them in to the fact that he was also what they would call a "Superhero." That could cause both them and him problems in the future. He went through the mental list again, checking off the items as he spotted them in his cases...the hotel room was barren of any individuality, which was a good sign, but he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something. Groaning softly, he reached up to scratch the back of his neck irritably. He needed a break.<br><br>Sighing, he reached down and retrieved the television remote, flicking on the TV to try and distract him from his moving woes. Perhaps there was an interesting documentary or film on that he could lose himself in for an hour or so while his brain ticked over the problem in the background. He just needed some distance from the problem, was all...if he couldn't find anything on TV, he might end up going out on patrol; he had already done a circuit of his usual investigation grounds tonight, but there was no harm in doing a second one. Rescuing people in distress wasn't his primary mission goal, but it was still a secondary objective of his stay there in Gotham, and if he wasn't doing anything else that was constructive, he could at least go out and do some goo- Hang on. What was that? He had been flicking randomly to see what was on the hotel network, but something had caught his eye on the news. Normally they didn't really report on anything serious, and if they did, either Orin was already there or there were Heroes there dealing with it such that Orin wasn't required...but not today, it seemed. A bank robbery was in progress and being perpetrated by...well, somebody. The news team called her "Poison Ivy," who he remembered Bruce - Poseidon bless his voyage - talking about from time to time when the subject of his regular enemies came up. He had a surprising level of respect and caution about her abilities, and if Batman regarded you as a worthy opponent...well, it meant that you were dangerous, and from the looks of it, he wasn't wrong; forget the henchmen by her side, it was the huge vines and thorns that were whipping around that concerned him. An innocent could easily get hurt from those flailing things, and that wasn't something that Orin was about to allow to happen without trying to stop it. <br><br>The news camera panned briefly - showing the heroes already there opposing her - and Orin gave a small start; Booster Gold, of all people, was standing his ground against the young woman, along with the man who called himself "Red Hood?" That was an odd pair, if nothing else! Booster Gold always put up a front of selfish self-interest, and even though Orin knew that to likely be an exaggerated image rather than his actual personality, the man did have a slight selfish streak when it came to ensuring his own safety, to the point where he had apparently refused to aid the Justice League against Darkseid...whilst that initially looked bad, and whilst Orin definitely had some pointed questions for him when they eventually met again, Orin wasn't going to automatically assume the worst. Booster had always been more interested in his own safety, true, but he was also in possession of a heroic streak and he was unlikely to ever leave an innocent in danger. He had fought beside Booster enough times to know the mans true heart, even if he kept it hidden, and...well, Orin hadn't been at that battle either. For a good reason, true...so who was to say that Booster didn't have a good reason either? He would have to find out in due course, but he wasn't about to start throwing around premature judgements without hearing all of the facts. Red Hood, on the other hand? He despised him. Nothing more than a two-bit thug who happened to prey on other thugs. If you murder a murderer, that's still murder. Even in Atlantis, judgement was handled by the courts, not random people in the streets. He had no issue with civilians and metahumans and aliens and whatever else qualified you as a Superhero on Earth intervening to rescue people and performing a Citizens Arrest on a perpetrator, and sometimes death happened in self defence, but deciding unilaterally that the offender deserved the death penalty and outright trying to kill rather than incapacitate and disarm? That was going too far. He was only a hairs breadth better than the criminals he apparently despised. <br><br>He was sorely tempted to just leave them to it; both of them were capable and skilled, even if he didn't like one of them, and the thought of fighting on the same side as a brute like Red Hood made his stomach churn...but he knew that he couldn't just turn around and ignore it. Forget for a moment that he had a duty to protect innocents from harm and that not going would be ignoring and shirking that duty; Booster was a friend, even if they had not seen or spoken to each other in years, and if he left them to it, Red Hood might attempt to kill the young lady instead of taking her in for due processing and that was not something he would allow. He had no doubt that Red Hood had killed others since their last encounter, and he was not about to let him kill somebody else when he knew where the Red Hood was. Besides...he needed to talk to Booster, and this at least told him exactly where to find him. And wasn't he just saying how he needed a distraction from moving? Wouldn't it be dishonest and selfish to go on patrol and ignore the devastation happening in Central Gotham? Yes. He had every reason in the world to go, and no reason not to. If nothing else, there were innocents that needed protection, and three heroes could end the fight far faster than two heroes could...it was better to be there and not be needed, than to not be there and be needed. He had learned that lesson the hardest way he could imagine. He turned the TV off, and promptly turned and entered the bathroom, pulling on his armoured arm-guards and his scalemail leggings. The straps went across his chest to keep the arm plates and shoulder guards in place - why bother with chest protection when your chest was harder than any armour? - and his trident found its home in his hand. He needed to get to Gotham Central quickly, and there was really only one way to do it. <br><br>He approached the bathtub, and with a wave of his trident, filled it with still, clear water. It was, he had to say, extremely useful being able to create water from literally thin air...it saved him a lot of time when it came to running a bath. See, he could teleport between large bodies of water, but the water had to be deep and wide enough to cover his entire body if he entered. He didn't need to lie down or even have his whole body submerged to teleport, but the water needed to be capable of submerging his body for the transportation to work for...some reason. He didn't quite know the reason himself, only that the limitation existed, and really, he didn't need to know the why; he just needed to know that it was, in fact, a condition of the power. And could you imagine running a bath whenever there was a crisis that you needed to get to? It would be faster to just run there, with how fast he could move. So in that sense...the Trident - a gift from Poseidon himself to the Royal Line thousands of years ago, and blessed with new powers after Orin became the Favoured of Poseidon during The Schism - really made itself useful. It was the trident itself that allowed the teleportation, and could you imagine how situational that ability would be if the Trident couldn't also control and summon the substance? He was thankful that Poseidon had thought to include that ability, otherwise it would have been far more awkward. He touched the water with the Trident, and it immediately began to give off a soft, pulsing glow as he willed the water to become a gateway, extending his mind out via the connection that all water on Earth has, searching for an appropriate destination...and it wasn't long before he found one. A "fire hydrant" off to one side of the street - about fifty meters away from where Booster and Hood were at that moment - had been struck by Ivy's vines, causing massive flooding of the area. The water had filled up several sinkholes to the point where there was easily enough water to cover him if he lay down in it...and that was enough. He made the connection between the bath and the sinkhole and - without hesitation - lifted his leg and stepped into the glowing water. After a moment, Orin's body began to descend through the water, far, far below what should be possible given the depth of the bath, until his entire body had disappeared beneath the glowing, rippling water. Another soft pulse, and the water returned to its normal, clear un-powered state...but Orin was nowhere to be seen.<br><br>The transportation itself, once all of Orin's body had disappeared beneath the surface, was instantaneous and, after a brief series of lowly-glowing pulses from the water-filled sinkhole, a form began to emerge; the top of a head became visible first, followed by a face, then shoulders, then torso, then legs as Orin appeared, standing knee-deep in the new mini-river running around the edge of the Central Square. The materialisation only took a few seconds - more like somebody climbing the last few steps in a staircase than somebody arriving on a lift - before Orin stepped up and out of the sinkhole, taking a look around. He had arrived slightly behind and fifty or so meters to the side of Booster and Red Hood, who - obviously being focused on Ivy - had apparently not noticed him yet. Ivy, too, hadn't noticed his arrival, still staring as she was at the pair of heroes. So...he had a choice. Attempt to take Ivy by surprise and try to finish it quickly, but risk interfering in whatever Booster and Reds plan might be - and risk being seen and getting caught by one of those questing vines - or try and meet up with Booster and - though the thought sickens him - Hood and work out a coordinated gameplan to attempt to finish it quickly by using their strength of numbers. Whilst surprise might be the obvious choice...linking up with the other heroes to coordinate makes more sense strategically. You need a plan to succeed, and going it solo could just end up with more injuries and even deaths of civilians, and that wouldn't do. Besides, if Booster had a plan, Orin would need to hear it. If he had a clear shot and a guarantee of surprising Ivy? He would take it. Unfortunately, he hadn't materialised behind her, so any movement he makes now could easily draw her attention or that of her henchmen. It was just too risky to attempt a surprise attack without support....so linking up it was, then. Ivy was obviously powerful, so the only way they could hope to beat her was evidently through superior planning...and that meant coordination and cooperation. He didn't like Hood...but at that moment in time, they were on the same team and should act like it, at least until the battle was done.<br><br>He glanced down at the water he used to Travel there and, with a silent command, pulled it upwards towards him, commanding it to compress and coil around his arm in a thin, shining layer of water. It would be imperceptible to most, which is what he was banking on; he could use it to rehydrate and heal himself, or he could use it in any number of offensive or defensive ways...he was draining the sinkhole a little, true, which meant that he couldn't make a quick retreat if he had to, but he could use the water in a lot more ways than just running. The Trident's ability to control water should be used to its full ability, and creating large water from the air did require more time and concentration than simply controlling it...so taking some water with him was definitely not a bad idea. Once the water from the sinkhole was safely and securely bound around his left arm - the trident in his right - he looked up towards the pair....then back towards Ivy. He was still torn, curse it! He needed to end the battle quickly, and that could be achieved with a surprise attack if it succeeded and he was durable enough to withstand it going wrong...but was the gamble worth it, if it got in the way of Booster and Hood? He hesitated for a moment...and in that moment, his decision was made. One of the vines began lashing out uncontrollably as it was struck by a stray spray of bullets - whether it was from the Hood or from Ivy's henchmen or even some watching police officers, he couldn't say - knocking things this way and that, flattening anything nearby, even hitting several of its brethren...and, unfortunately, a small huddle of police cars whose occupants had long since fled towards the Police Cordon. <br><br>Most of them just went skittering away across the ground, shattered glass spraying across the floor, but one in particular had the misfortune of being caught by the very tip of the vine which sent it skyrocketing into the air, flipping door-over-door as it sailed across the Square in the general direction of Booster and Hood. Instantly, he found himself automatically calculating the cars projected trajectory - yes, he knew how to do that; he couldn't be an effective General and be ignorant of things like momentum and trajectory, now could he? - and though it was going to miss Booster, Hood and Orin by a sizeable margin...its estimated landing space was far, far worse. It was going to land between him and the other two heroes, about a third of the distance away from him, making him easily the closest to the site of the future wreckage and, worse...there were civilians there. Not many - only two or three young ladies and a young male, presumably a group of friends who had ended up being caught in the crossfire during a day out - but still too many. Even one injured civilian was far, far too many injured civilians for his comfort, and a heroes first job is to protect the civilians and non-combatants. And since as soon as he intervened he would be noticed, that made the decision for him; he was going to link up with Hood and Booster, just after he stopped that car from killing those young ladies. Without waiting any longer, dashed as fast as he could to close the distance, immediately getting up to speed. Any normal human would never have reached the projected landing space in time, but he was no ordinary human; on land, he could easily run up to speeds of 100mph, and he only needed a fraction of that speed to get there in time. Still, he didn't take any chances; he needed to alter the cars momentum so that it was slow enough for him to catch without risking causing an explosion that could injure the civilians anyway, and he needed to shield them from any extra fallout that might occur that he hadn't foreseen....luckily, he knew exactly how to do that, his brain already whirring through exactly what he needed to do. <br><br>First, he looked at the car that was currently sailing through the air towards them...from what he could see, it was utterly unoccupied, which would make things a whole lot easier; he wouldn't have to worry about safeguarding the passengers safety as well, and could treat the car as roughly as he needed to, which was a relief. He looked back to the civilians; they had started to run, but too late; the car would hit them before they managed to get out of the way, if he didn't intervene...which was exactly what he was going to do. Second, he slowed his pace down to the adequate level; he would reach the area in time, but not quickly enough to stop the car hitting the ground...that was, if the car was going to hit the ground in the first place. He couldn't blast the car away because then it might hit somebody else, and there wasn't enough water around to use it to grab the car and set it down gently...and if he leapt onto it, the momentum that it already had would likely carry both the car and him into a nearby building, again potentially injuring other people. It was a tricky situation - he had to somehow slow the car down enough so that he could either set it down or direct it towards an empty area of the Square - but luckily, he had The Trident. The third thing he did, then, was use the Trident; he pointed it ahead of him as he ran with a single, simple thought and a push of his Will into the staff, pointing it directly at the spot just in front of where the Civilians were panicking...the car streaked towards them, still rolling side-over-side in the air, just starting its descent, about to crash to the ground amongst the non-combatants...and then it bounced. <br><br>It hit a spot in the air, a shimmering gold light radiated out from the point of impact and then it was tumbling directly up into the air, away from the forcefield that Orin had created with the magic from the Trident. It hung there for a moment, using up the last of its upward velocity, and that gave Orin the chance he needed. He couldn't leap straight at the car - his own momentum would now cause the problems of being unable to control where it landed - so he needed to slow down somehow and didn't have the time to stop, then jump...so instead, he leapt forwards and to the right, away from the car...and up onto the forcefield. He bent his legs as he landed on thin air - another spidering golden light spreading from his feet as the forcefield was struck again, the light swiftly disappearing after the contact - and used the position to turn and spring, much of his momentum lost as he hurtled towards the now-descending car. Thankfully, his timing was impeccable and he reached the car just as its rolling motion brought its underside to face Orins direction. He spread his arms, grabbing hold of the two sides of the car as it went past so that he was now holding the car from its underside widthways - holding the area just underneath and inside both doors - and span with it for a revolution - super strength had its advantages - before a blast from his Trident - held between his hand and the underside of the car - slowed down the roll. Of course, Ivy had now spotted him. How could you possibly miss something like that? It wasn't every day that a car bounced in mid-air and an all-but bare chested man jumped twenty feet in the air and caught it, after all. He could see several vines already making their way towards him....four, by his count, the closest one looking to be seeking to intercept him before he hit the ground. Thankfully, he was holding a car. <br><br>Turning in mid-air, he pulled his arms back and then thrust them forwards, sending the police car hurtling towards that vine rapidly. The vine - too big to get out of the way properly - took the brunt of the cars weight directly in its midsection and recoiled back, struggling to free itself from underneath the now totally wrecked car. Thankfully, there were no civilians near <em>that</em> vine that could get hurt, or Orin might have been in trouble. He landed lightly, bending his knees as he did so, then straightened and, with another wave of the Trident, dispelled the barrier. He looked at the group of stunned, open-mouthed civilians who were now gawping at him instead of fleeing. <br>"Run, quickly. Get behind the Police Cordon and give them your statements...you'll be safe there." Relatively speaking, anyway. They stared at him for a moment longer, as if unable to process his words. He slammed the butt of his Trident against the ground, and the gem in the center of the head - where the prongs met to connect to the staff itself - glowed golden for a moment. "<em>Go!</em>" They blinked suddenly, then, and scurried to obey, sprinting off across the outside of the Square, two of them pulling the other two behind them. Humans...surprise them, and they just go still and stiff. At least they were relatively safe now, though...civilian deaths are not things he wants on his conscience. Of course, now he had given up his element of surprise...and he still had three large vines to deal with. Well...it was harder for them to hit a moving target, so that was exactly what he did; he started moving, taking off at speed towards where Booster and Hood were. He couldn't launch a sneak attack on Ivy now, so that only left the other option: Link up and coordinate with the other two heroes present. They needed a plan and they needed to cooperate if they were going to end this fight quickly.<br><br>The next vine to reach him came at him from the front, which he ably leaped over, placing a hand on the vine as he passed to aid in his balance, resuming his long, rapid stride as he hit the floor. Another one came at him from the side, which he managed to duck under at the last moment, sending it whistling behind him - from the sudden crash, he assumed that it had bumped into the first one; he made a mental note of that. The bigger vines were large, but cumbersome and more difficult to control. That could be useful later - and away. The third one also shot at him from the side, too low to duck under and too large to jump on a moments notice. It would have been a problem...if he didn't have the Trident. With a thought, the Trident shifted into its Blade form, which Orin promptly swung in a vicious arc towards the vine. The large green appendage didn't even reach Orin, as a thin, blue wave of magical energy leapt from the tip of the sword and cleaved straight through the center of the vine, leaving both halves collapsing and twitching on the ground. He didn't generally like killing, but those things were evidently not sentient, and were obviously under the direct control of Ivy...so he felt no remorse. Killing weeds was nothing like killing sentient, sapient creatures. That was the last vine that reached him before he managed to reach Booster and Hood - some machine gun fire from one of the henchmen had skittered off of his arms, but nothing really all that worth noting - and skidded to a halt beside them. <br><br>He looked at Booster, more comfortable with addressing him than he was Hood. "Booster. It's been a while." Proper greetings could wait until <em>after</em> the fight. He glanced at Hood. "Red Hood," he offered, along with a curt nod by way of token greeting. They didn't like each other very much, but hopefully Hood could put that aside long enough to fight Ivy down....something told him that she wasn't about to accept an offer of surrender. He turned his body towards the perimeter, looking out for any attempted flank attacks, then glanced back at Booster briefly. "I assume you have a plan of some kind? I doubt that Ivy will make it easy to close the distance between us and her, after all." He looked over at Ivy. "We need to divide her attention somehow. Perhaps a three-pronged attack would work; we each attack from a different direction and hope that we can divide her attention enough for at least one of us to get close enough to end it quickly." No sense in prolonging the fight; the longer the fight goes, the more chance of her either getting away or hurting more people. The name of the game was rapid de-escalation. The quicker they could subdue Ivy, the better. The longer these fights went, the worse it got, both for the Heroes and the civilians. And really, what were they doing other than trying to protect the civilians? Even if Ivy got away with the money, if no civilians got hurt, Orin would still call that a win. He would prefer to take Ivy into custody, of course...but he wouldn't complain. A heroes first priority should always be to prevent as much collateral damage as possible, even if the villain escapes. If they didn't care what happens to the civilians...then how were they any different to the villains themselves? No...saving the Civilians was top priority. And the best way to do that? End the fight, fast. It was that simple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 23:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> M'gann M'orzz<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, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, White Canary, Maggie Sawyer, Poison Ivy, and anyone else.<hr><br>Having seen the trouble brewing at the bank while she, Dick, Wally, and Conner had been at Fish Mooney's, M'gann hadn't waited for an invitation.&nbsp; There was a clear and present danger to be dealt with, people were in harm's way, and she had the power to do something about both.&nbsp; That was enough for her to have slipped out the back and flew off with all speed to Gotham Central where Poison Ivy was raising all kinds of Hell.&nbsp; That she could not allow, not after Darkseid, not after losing her uncle and almost everyone else she cared about.&nbsp; There had been too many deaths in the last several years, and she was done.&nbsp; There was no way she'd let another fall if she could do something about it, so she was hellbent on stopping Ivy at any cost.&nbsp; As far as the martian was concerned, they'd been too soft with their enemies.&nbsp; That was why the League was dead and they were still here.<br><br>At least that's what part of her believed, the darker side of her personality, partially born of her white martian DNA, the rest having been born when she had let go of her reluctance to do what was necessary to keep the world safe without holding herself back in the process.&nbsp; Still, she knew she was getting dangerously close to a line she couldn't cross over, but again it all went back to her intense fear of losing anymore of her friends and family.&nbsp; Shaking those thoughts away for now, M'gann took a steadying breath as she pulled the hood attached to her black shirt and blue cape over her head and disappeared from sight, or near enough that it wouldn't have mattered to the average onlooker.&nbsp; Like everything else about her, her clothing could change with a mere thought, and she was sporting her full costume, based on her late uncle J'onn's Martian Manhunter costume.&nbsp; There was noticeable differences though, for one she didn't bother with a cape more times than not.&nbsp; Two, she was used to working from the shadows, and so didn't have bright colors on her costume, having gone black with a red, subdued X across the front of her shirt.&nbsp; And she used her martian camo ability a lot more than he ever had, but she was more than capable of throwing down in a straight up fight.<br><br>And that's what she planned to do now as she continued her flight over the city, hearing the destruction of police cars and the screams of terrified people as Ivy's ferocious, mutated plants wreaked havoc around the bank and the buildings around her.&nbsp; No sooner had she crested the last of the buildings did she see a beam of gold light erupt from the ground just as a car was deflected by a man bearing a golden, three pronged trident.&nbsp; <em>Uncle Orin!</em>&nbsp; Her dour mood forgotten, M'gann called out to the Atlantean as she hovered a foot off the ground moments after the King of the Seven Seas had sent the terrified civilians on their way.&nbsp; By the time she had gotten close, he had rejoined the line of heroes already present.&nbsp; Red Hood was as hostile and single minded as ever, but she couldn't blame him for that in the slightest, although the reasons for his willingness to take Ivy down hard were different from her own.<br><br>Booster Gold left a bad taste in her brain since he didn't serve the public interest if it didn't help him first, but on the other hand, even M'gann knew that he wasn't as bad as he pretended to be.&nbsp; She knew when a person was lying without needing to read their thoughts directly, given the fact she could sense emotions without needing to actively concentrate on doing so, and almost anytime Micheal opened his mouth, M'gann could pick up a note of guilt and shame even as he tried to pretend otherwise.&nbsp; That said, she still didn't like him all that much, but here, in front of a known enemy, it didn't matter.&nbsp; They were on the same side and that was all that mattered.&nbsp; As much as she tolerated his presence, barely, he was still a hero, still a comrade in arms, so she was determined he survive this night as well as the rest of the team around her.<br><br>The ground erupted directly beneath M'gann's feet, interrupting her thoughts, either through intent or mere coincidence in an effort to take down one of the others at her side.&nbsp; Or rather, it would have, but she had sensed the rapid arrival of the vine before it could ensnare her, not that it would have managed such a thing since she could have easily density shifted right through it.&nbsp; Regardless, it didn't get a chance to move to either the right or the left to seek out an easy target as M'gann raised her right hand and gripped it in a vice of telekinetic energy.&nbsp; With very little effort, she cut it off at the root, severing the giant vine where it came out of the ground and lifted the writhing mass into the air with her outstretched hand before tossing the entire thing towards the bank.&nbsp; The giant vine slid to a stop in front of the bank steps, the only warning Poison Ivy and her goons would get from her before she'd take them down.&nbsp; <strong>"It's over Ivy!&nbsp; Surrender or the next won't be thrown at your feet!"</strong>&nbsp; M'gann shouted, keeping herself camouflaged as she floated to a stop in front of Red Hood, her 'uncle' Orin, and Booster Gold, her hand outstretched towards the gang at the other end of the clearing.&nbsp; The next move was hers, and a part of M'gann hoped Poison Ivy would want to test her luck.&nbsp; It would give her a justified excuse to tear her down like so much kindling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 03:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7b0666c256c253740e55c20859c99a8d/tumblr_novi01GCJd1uqad8po1_500.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dinah Laurel Lance<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The White Canary<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None yet, formerly the League of Assassins&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Atom, Miss Martian and Flash<br><hr><br>It wasn't long before more heroes were drawn to the crime scene. Ivy was making herself rather known and the Police were going apeshit around her. Dinah crouched behind a news van to see the first hero on the scene was Booster Gold, Dinah didn't care for him...she knew he had some history with the League before the invasion maybe even with Superman himself? But Booster was a showboating hero and that could sometimes put innocent's at risk. She figured he was sporting some serious next gen and could be a alien for all she knew, but she knew he acted like an entitled reality tv star and women like Pamela Isley were not a game. <br><br>He made a joke about her putting her putting her hands, plants, and other appendages raised above her head. This was NOT a joke, she killed people for years while the Batman battled her, she was an echo terrorist who didn't value human life at all. Who knows what toxins she could realse on this crowd if she felt like she was been provoked. Soon another hero was on the scene one which Dinah had been aware of for awhile now and could be even worse to have around then Booster (if such a thing was possible) The Red Hood of Gotham. <br><br>The Red Hoods were a former crime gang that was thwarted by the combined efforts of Batman and the GCPD back in the day, her own dad had been on that case and even wound up shot in the arm by one of them during the height of their crime spree. But years later a single Red Hood appeared in Gotham and he was wageing a one man war against the corrupt citizen's of Gotham. Infact he COULD technically be related to the Batman rumour has it. But he was here and his hands on approach was evident in the next few seconds. <br><br>He took several shots at Posion Ivy, twelve bullets rang out from his pistol Dinah counted as she watched her big blue eyes now wide. He seemed to drop out of the sky but not before hitting one of Ivys five thugs and causeing him to crumple to the ground, all the while Ivys vines were crushing cars and starting to swat officers out of the way. Canary watched as Ivys men shot first at Booster and then at Red Hood. But some sort of force field emitted from Booster Gold to protect him and then the Hood. Then Booster severed one of the vines with a weapon, while Red Hoods Glider hovered above them. <br>Booster had made a dent in the vines but three others took its place in seconds causing as much damage. This was an impossible situation it seemed. The White Canary was about to reveal herself to the vigilantes when yet another hero made an entrance. <br><br>Orin was running at an almighty speed with water tracing behind him. He was king of the seven seas, he had assisted the Justice League before heir deaths and despite looking like a character from Game of Thrones who would butcher you as soon as look at you he was seemingly A hero. The Vines thrashing about distorted Dinah`s gaze and the van she was crouched behind was thwacked and she was knocked off her feet and rolling on the pavement. When she looked up she saw the *King* in action as he caught a car Mid-air, pulled his muscled arms back and then thrust them forwards, sending the police car hurtling towards that vine rapidly. The vine seemed to take the brunt of the cars weight directly in its midsection and recoiled back! He was all kindes of impressive and was showing meta strength which was not to be trifled with. But her training in the league of assassins had taught her to use another's strength against them in combat. But she would not want to go up against the King of Atlantis if she could at all help it.<br><br>Orin joined Red Hood and Booster Gold as if he knew them, maybe they were brothers in arms? Although an unlikely trio however the same had been said many a time about Batman, Wonder Woman and Superman back in the good old days. Dinah stood up but became lost in the crowd of running panicked civilian's and she ended up getting shoved into a brick wall of an office building which was parallel to the bank. Orin slammed his trident into the ground and virtually ordered the civilians to get out of the way, they would be collateral damage if not. Now three vines were going directly for the heroes and Canary could see that ivy's focus was on them as both her arms were raised and she was gesturing her hands towards the three heroes.<br><br>The scene started to get more and more chaotic with the newsteams now abandoning their posts and scrambling and Ivys men seemingly having no shortage of weapons and the will to kill in her name. Dinah's eyes caught one police officer who would not back down, that of&nbsp; Captain Maggie Sawyer who was a well decorated officer of the GCPD and she was not going anywhere anytime soon. This woman seemed to grab the attention of Poison Ivy for a second too and Dinah wondered if the two women knew each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A shared look between the two women caused Ivy to then grab two bags of what was overflowing money and run towards the right as her four goons started pulling out the heavy artillery and firing as they walked down towards the steps. Canary took this chance to fire her grappling hook at a nearby streetlamp and swing over an overturned newsvan and in the direction of the steps leading down from the Bank. She couldn't get to Ivy who was making a clean getaway on her own but she did hit one of the three goons and her legs wrapped around his neck as she realised her hand from her grapple handle and wrestled him to the floor. She figured this was a distraction for the other heroes (especially the superpowerd ones) to move in. But as ever her attack was undisciplined and sloppy given she refused to work in a team structure. The Goon she got to the floor was stunned for a mere moment as he got up and wacked her across the face with his gun causing the white clad heroine to stagger backwards. He then turned his gun on her and was ready to slug her between the eyes but Dinah reacted quick enough to do a spinning kick to take the revolver out of his hands and the two engaged in hand to hand combat with the big brute getting a few clean licks in as she attempted to use his lack of speed against him!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 07:00:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batwoman, Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Atom<br><hr><br>Booster Gold was annoyed as it seemed like every hero in Gotham piled in just after him. I mean yes, he was Booster Gold. Of course they wanted to associate with him. But still, one at a time. First up was... some idiot in a Red Hood. Who was that? He did do the intelligent, hiding behind Booster as his forcefield deflected the bullets sent his way, but still. Booster Gold was an A-List Super Hero. He used normal, everyday guns, for goodness sake. Besides a rather ugly outfit, there was nothing to differentiate him from a street thug. If Booster had time, he'd have offered to give the fellow a few pointers. Booster wasn't looking for a sidekick at the moment (though he had kicked around potential names for one, settling on Quick Silver) but still, he could offer help to someone who was obviously just a newbie.<br><br>"Because, a true hero subdues his foe. Anyone can go around killing people, but it doesn't play well in the press. People begin asking that whole 'what makes you better then the criminals' question, and I've never really liked philosophical debate."<br><br>The next arrival was... more welcome. Booster had a complicated relationship with the King of Atlantis. It was good to see him again. Booster was running low on people who he could even make a reasonable attempt to call friend. Still though, Orin showed he'd never gotten a handle on the whole 'relaxing' thing. His first words clearly showed that. Plans? It was just Poison Ivy! What was she going to do? Give him a bad rash? Come on. Orin deserved a nod though.<br><br>"It has. Good to see you again. Is everything still better, down where it's wetter?"<br><br>Booster had made Orin watch the Little Mermaid with him once, back in the Justice League days. He was 500 years in the future, and he'd seen it! There was no way that Orin, from this time, had any excuse not to. He couldn't really recall a lot of that night, or to be honest, what Orin's reaction had been. He'd been really, really drunk. But he assumed it was funny. Booster assumed most things he did were funny, charming, dashing, or heroic. Was best that way.<br><br>"As for plans? Well, I was hoping to show off the Booster Shot, flash my pearly whites, and then have her surrender... and maybe give me her number. Sure her skin is green, but she isn't half bad for all that. But well, it seems to have proven less the successful. So I was planning to fall back to Plan B. Plan B for Booster. Which is, of course, wing it."<br><br>Booster started at a familiar voice. M'gann... he hadn't seen her in years. He hadn't known her very well, even when he was part of the League. Jon had kind of indicated that she found him distasteful, and Booster had never been one to force his presence on a lady. It might have been good to see her again... if not for the fact that even that brief interlude had brought up memories of Jon. The Martian Manhunter had never been close with him, but Booster still felt a pang at thoughts about him. However, some girl in White shattered those thoughts, as she swung in on a Grappling Hook. Seriously, this was getting silly. They needed to organize a rota or something. Give these amateurs some small time normal crooks to deal with and feel like they were helping, while A-Listers like Booster and Orin dealt with the big names.<br><br>"Change in plans. Orin, cover the little Lady in White and take care of the Goons. She and the cops are gonna end up riddled with bullets if who knows what they are doing doesn't intervene. M'gann, if you are around, you are with me. Red, stay here and try not shoot your eye out."<br><br>Booster had also watched Its a Wonderful Life.<br><br>"Break!"<br><br>Booster took off flying at that, soaring past Ivy and delivering two full power Booster Shots to the ground right in front of her, chunks of Asphalt flying as blew a couple of Large potholes in front of the Plant woman, forcing her to stop, leap, fall, or shift in direction quickly. Whatever the case, Booster landed on the other side of the Holes, turning down the power of the Blasts to Stun. He intended to bring her in alive, like he'd said to Red Hood. If she shook off the effects of Stun, he'd turn up the heat. Booster fired off a pair of Shots at the Supervillainess, occupying her attention. Even if she dodged them both, M'gann would be able to exploit the weakness, if she was anything like her Uncle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 15:09:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/3487/f/2014/251/f/3/poison_ivy_sideshow_art_by_artgerm-d5kc5yd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Pamela Lillian Isley<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Poison Ivy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday Octover 17, 2015 | 2011 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Booster Gold,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; Miss Martian,&nbsp; Maggie Sawyer,&nbsp; White Canary<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Give it your best shot, Captain."</em>&nbsp; Ivy replied to Maggie's demands.<br><br><em>The Gotham City Police Department had no idea.&nbsp; They were simply the churning mechanisms of society's design kept complacent and issued out false authority over another.&nbsp; Some abused that power while others did not, just like anything else.&nbsp; They were the reactionary vanguards of defense and justice for the common man always willing to throw their lives on the line for strangers yet they never had a single idea.&nbsp; This was not going to become another statistic where Ivy ends up in cuffs only to be thrown back into Arkham.&nbsp; This time, there were stakes.&nbsp; Stakes she could not afford to lose.<br><br><em>How long has it been</em>, she asked herself.&nbsp; <em>How long since I made an appearance?</em>&nbsp; The answer was years.&nbsp; The world probably assumed she finally dropped the criminal activity in wake of Darkseid's invasion but that was so far from the truth.&nbsp; The truth was her discovery of something greater than herself.&nbsp; Something that affected the entire world - the entire global ecosystem.&nbsp; Ivy became a guardian for The Green, an elemental force that connects all plant-life to an ethereal realm within the collective conscious of the Parliament of Trees.&nbsp; They police had no idea that her ecoterrorism was benefitting the world, not harming it.&nbsp; Humanity came second and they always seemed so eager to reduce the plant-life constructing industrialized parks and buildings so why should she not seem eager to reduce the human population in return?<br><br>Apathy.&nbsp; It wasn't a known fact to all but a few of the Bat Family that Ivy suffered from seasonal affective disorder, a mental condition that causes her emotions to change with the seasons;&nbsp; in Autumn, it was Apathy.&nbsp; The season marking the return of Winter where plant life withered away and died so it can be born anew.&nbsp; Why care?&nbsp; It was natural.&nbsp; However, that was why she was here, robbing a bank.&nbsp; What would an ecoterrorist need with money?&nbsp; Things had to be done;&nbsp; things had to be saw too.&nbsp; Things needed to be built and plans needed to be put into motion.&nbsp; She needed green to protect The Green this time.&nbsp; This was a threat she could not face alone.</em><br><br>Gunshot fire echoed in repetition from Ivy's henchmen, snapping her back to realization and focus.&nbsp; That's right,&nbsp; the police had threatened them.&nbsp; 'Stand down or they'll open fire', they said.&nbsp; How laughable.&nbsp; They must've forgotten how much of a threat she really is.&nbsp; They must've forgotten she brought down an entire skyscraper with just vines.&nbsp; It was time for a reminder.&nbsp; As the police were hunkering down behind their cars or other means of coverage from gunfire, Ivy raised her hand and held it straight forward.&nbsp; Two large vines untangled from the mass around the bank and whipped forward within the blink of an eye, colliding against two patrol cars.&nbsp; Each lifted off the tires and were sent flying, leaving a contrail of shattered glass and shrapnel in it's path;&nbsp; the officers that took cover behind it were knocked over with minor pains.<br><br>One of the thrown vehicles made impact with an unseen force, stopping its collision with the adjacent building.&nbsp; An apathetic glance shifted to see a face she didn't recall, adorned in a tight-fitting uniform of gold and blue.&nbsp; He must be new to the scene and unaware of what she could really do and he seemed exploitable.&nbsp; Just before she was able to analyze further, gunfire shot out from above and one of her henchmen dropped with a scream.&nbsp; The bullets that riddled the concrete near her did make her flinch but not peel back;&nbsp; she stood her ground with no display of concern at the henchman clutching his shoulder in agonizing pain.&nbsp; This small distraction allowed Booster to sever one of the vines she was directly controlling as well.&nbsp; Once Red Hood dropped down to ground level, her eyes set on him unaware that another had made an entrance as well, circumventing more destruction with the hurled cars.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I was wondering when someone competent was showing up.&nbsp; This should provide more entertainment now,"</em>&nbsp; Ivy stated, speaking with no emotion in tone before replying to Booster Gold.<br><em>"Know that by taking me down, you doom this city.&nbsp; It will be you who stops because I will not let them win."</em><br><br>No sooner after stating this, Aquaman stepped up next to them and revealed the source of numbing pain she felt when another vine was severed.&nbsp; The heroes were arrives in droves.&nbsp; That just made this easier.&nbsp; It was time for the first of what would become a series of surprises.&nbsp; The largest vine abruptly emerged from behind the three men and was in the process of whipping itself around for a strike but the next hero emerged to become entangled by it instead.&nbsp; Then it was thrown back at her feet.<br><br>Ivy's four goons dropped their bags and made a break for it only to be ambushed by a fifth hero in white.&nbsp; Ivy, once again, did not seem to care.&nbsp; While the heroes were making plans on how to best handle her, she stared at the slowly dying, writhing vine at her feet.&nbsp; Slowly, she kneeled down and pressed her hand against it, making soft and tender motherly sounds of placation.&nbsp; Once it finally stopped writhing and died, Ivy stood again and put her eyes on the heroes.&nbsp; Now, it was time to get serious.&nbsp; Ivy raised her left hand and rotated the wrist while clenching a fist, forcing a congregation of vines at the top corners of the bank's front to slither away and reveal two bulbous, pulsating pink spheres.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"What is more important to you, heroes?&nbsp; Your victory or your innocents?"</em><br><br>The bulbs opened up, releasing a plume of mist and vapor into the atmosphere that quickly faded out of sight.&nbsp; Within seconds, everyone in the vicinity was facing an intense sensation of nausea, inducing the immediate need to start vomiting.&nbsp; Every cop,&nbsp; every pedestrian and each hero (sans Red Hood) were experiencing the same. symptoms.&nbsp; Ivy had released an airborne toxin and to make things worse, an odd scent began to proliferate the area.&nbsp; Just as Booster flew towards Ivy, the cops and pedestrians turned their attention on the heroes and began assaulting them.&nbsp; Cops were firing their pistols while the pedestrians rushed towards them unarmed or with improvised weapons -- all while vomiting and being affected by the toxin.&nbsp; Booster's attack forced two chunks of debris from the ground to kick up and careen towards Ivy.&nbsp; It did take her by surprise but her quick use of vines wrapped around them and positioned them in front of Ivy to defend from another attack.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Ivy made a dash into the bank and begin preparing her other devices.<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">This is the Too Long; Didn't Read segment of the Villain post.&nbsp; The information below is to include Systematic Implementations that balance out the playing field considering I have <strong>one</strong> villain going against <strong>six</strong> heroes with a possible seventh on the way.&nbsp; Freeform is still allowed but what is below is designed to give you something more to react and integrate into your posts.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Toxin Exposure: </strong> For the sake of story, we're assuming anyone with exposed skin (natural or otherwise) is affected by a dreadful nausea that forces one to vomit profusely.&nbsp; It is very painful and debilitating but will not threaten the lives of the heroes.&nbsp; The only reason Red Hood is not affected is due to a lack of skin exposure.<br><br><strong>Controlled Civilians &amp; Henchmen</strong>:&nbsp; This is for everyone to have some more fun and show off your heroes with!&nbsp; From this post forward, the outcome and actions taken from the controlled citizens and the henchmen are on need basis only.&nbsp; Beyond that, they are your playground to use.&nbsp; Have fun!<br><br><strong>Injury Value</strong><br>Booster Gold = Healthy (Sick)<br>Red Hood = Healthy<br>Aquaman = Healthy (Sick)<br>Miss Martian = Healthy (Sick)<br>Supergirl = Healthy<br>White Canary = Healthy (Sick)<br>Poison Ivy = Healthy<br></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 21:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FieyB6Lzns/U62C9YGN6YI/AAAAAAAAHEE/N3H03BFdc1k/s1600/nickywhelan.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Kori Anders<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Supergirl<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Booster Gold, Red Hood, Aquaman, White Canary<br><hr>Kori and Taylor watched on as more Masks , or WWMD's as Taylor called them, started to appear on the scene. Kori could sense that Taylor was uneasy at being this close to the fight, being this close to the action risked exposing Kori's little secret. And as Taylor had made clear more than once, the public's reaction to aliens was unpredictable at best, memories of the devastation from the invasion were still fresh in many people's minds including Taylor's.<br><br>Kori had heard and seen the one called Booster Gold on the television before, he did seem to like to be the centre of attention for some reason she hadn't worked out. Then there was the one in red helmet, there were plenty of stories about a brutal vigilante operating in parts of Gotham, could this be him? Taylor suddenly got excited as a third person joined the duo, he was tall, muscular and carried a big trident "OK fangirl moment, that's that Atlantean I was telling you about, last week. He's way cuter than his picture." Suddenly Taylor didn't seem to be interested in leaving the disturbance as she had a few minutes ago. Suddenly there were screams from the assembled crowd as a car flew up into the air and flew towards them, Taylor grabbed hold of Kori's arm and gripped it tightly and gave a tiny shake of her head. The Atleantean covered the ground with incredible speed and able to prevent harm to the on-lookers. <br>"Run, quickly. Get behind the Police Cordon"<br><br>The situation was getting worse, Kori couldn't stand by any longer a grim determination settled on her face "Taylor, I have to.." Taylor cut her off mid-sentence "I know. It looks like a job for Supergirl" Taylor nodded over to a small alley "Just don't change in public." Taylor pulled her cell phone out of her purse as she started walking away from the Police cordon&nbsp; and phoned an entry labelled Glass "This is Westwick, I'm going to need a media and internet blackout in central Gotham. This one might be hard to contain though." Taylor casually walked across the street to an open bar as she hung up "Definitely need to get drunk now."<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.blastr.com/sites/blastr/files/styles/width_1280/public/52not11.jpg?itok=duu9rOjB)</div>Kori ran down into the alley Taylor had pointed out as quickly as she could in her 4 inch heels, with alley was filled with the echoing sounds of sirens and panicked screams from the crowd she had left behind. The alley looked empty but even so Kori ducked down between a couple of rusting dumpsters and pressed on a spot on the inside of her wrist. Anyone watching would have seen a dramatic change as skin and hair appeared to evaporate and were replaced with orange skin and flaming red hair. Kori erupted from the alley into the sky a stream of fire trailing behind her. By the time Kori had circled round back to the square another person had joined the trio in front of the bank, a woman dressed in white.<br><br>Kori couldn't make out what was being said but trying to talk the plant woman down obviously wasn't working, tempers were fraying and bullets were flying. The in an instant two of the vines on the bank exploded filling the air with a fine pink mist that was hurting both the heroes and the public. Kori had to decide quickly on her next move, raising her arms torrents of energy hurtled towards the pink spheres.&nbsp; Kori hoped she could cut the problem off at the source.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 01:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:11<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, White Canary, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian. Radio communication with Batwoman, Oracle and Nightwing<br><hr><br>Soon after he had settled down behind Booster Gold, the rest of the cavalry arrived with dizzying coincidence and speed. He barely heard Dick's playful jests over the radio- Not that he needed a reason to ignore Nightwing- as Aquaman, the arrogant seaweed, burst into the scene, catching a car and impressively turning it back on Ivy. Jason ignored him too, not wanting to be caught under a figurative or literal sea of arrogance and lecturing, a replay of the last time they had met face to hood. He was just like Bruce, too afraid of the permanent solution. Jason didn't kill for fun, he killed because it was necessary. No, he fought villains for fun. Red Hood also caught a shimmer of light moving in front of Booster's forcefield; The voice wasn't familiar, but it sounded cute, filled with menace and venom as a thick, hulking vine was severed at the stem and tossed nonchalantly at Ivy. His helmet switched to a different spectrum, and he could see the thermal outline of the Martian, already guessing at her origin and physiology, though he didn't have enough time to pull up the vital statistics he had on file for the other Martian he was familiar with.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Batwoman</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"Do me a favor if you see Mags there and let her know what we're moving to do, Jason.&nbsp; I'd appreciate it," Kate added before it was too late.</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It was his 'boss' that chirped over the radio this time, and Jason gave a nod of his head to seemingly nobody. Kate didn't mess around. She had Bruce's sense of seriousness and straightforwardness. He liked that. <strong>"You got it,"</strong> he answered curtly, surveying the scene, ignoring Aquaman and Booster as they tried to draw up a halfback draw to get at Ivy. He wasn't into it. He had his own ideas. Above all of them, the Bat-glider was struggling to gain a pinpoint target on the middle of Ivy's forehead, a 50 caliber cannon ready to blow the chlorophyll down her spine and out her asshole. It was hard getting that fix though, with vines swirling around her, perhaps aware of the unmanned weapon plotting nearly a thousand feet in the air above her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Oracle</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Red Hood how you doing in there? We can't give you anymore back up the rest of the team is heading over to S.T.A.R. labs to stop a break in that's in progress but you've got Booster Gold as back up and I guess that`s better then been alone right?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Relax, I'll take care of everything down here, O. I'll let mom, dad, and sweet baby sister clean up those broken beakers at STAR."</strong> He thought that would be the end of it, but she threw one last addendum in there, catching a visual of the Atlantean, either from the news feed coming in from helicopters above or from Jason's helmet itself. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Oracle</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I know you won't appreciate this but that is one hell of a specimen of a man...wow."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The Red Hood sighed aloud, shaking his head. He watched Booster fly up into the sky and begin an assault against Ivy, just as another woman he didn't recognize swooped in on a grapnel and started to engage with a goon, fist to fist, just how he liked it. <strong>"O... Please, shut up. Please."</strong> He said it with just enough sarcasm not to hurt her feelings. She mentioned the electric-based weapon Kate Kane had loaned him; He didn't have it anymore, but he had adapted it to work with his gloves, and he nodded appreciatively at the thought of giving Ivy a few thousand volts to the face. One eye was peeled on the drone's POV above them, waiting for a clear shot that he could authorize, but the other was in front of him, as he began to dash towards Ivy, pulling his signature combat knife out of its holster and giving it a playful twirl between his practiced fingers. <strong>"It's time for a pruning!" </strong>He knew from experience that attacking Ivy head-on, if possible, was always preferential to defeating her animated flora, which amounted to something between major distractions or mere annoyances. <br><br>Before he could reach the villain, though, one of those mere annoyances became a gigantic concern. Biohazard warnings began to pip inside of his helmet as a cloud of spores, and then toxins, were released into the atmosphere one after another; Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glorious flash of red fire whipping through the air, and he wished he could have stopped to admire it, but he was reading the biochemical analysis of the substance sticking to the outside of his helmet and clothes. He had a very advanced, Darth Vader-esque filtration and protection system, and he didn't feel any of the effects, but he saw some of the other heroes retching and reacting violently. That wasn't the worst bit; Gunshots began to ring out from behind, and Jason felt a bullet rip right through his jacket! <strong>"Shit! The crowd's losing it!"</strong> Jason had seen a crowd frenzied by mind-altering substances before, and he had to get away from them... So he continued his original plan to run towards Ivy, to create separation from the pile of human flesh that wanted to rip him in half, and put a stop to Ivy before she could escalate the situation again.<br><br>He did have one trump card, though. Resigned to not blowing Ivy's head clean off like a dandelion, the drone above him was commanded to run crowd control diagnostics, non-lethal. The glider swooped down towards the crowd and began to carpet bomb wild civilians and cops with bean bags fired at a high velocity, to subdue and slow the growing riot. <br><br>Ivy retreated into the bank, and Hood hoped to follow after her, eyes peeled side to side now, wary of deceptive vines that could have been slithering across the pavement or whipping through the air. The rearview camera and proximity sensor was telling him that the crowd was getting closer too. But he was Red Hood, the former Robin, he was stronger, faster, tougher than any of them. Slowly he lengthened the distance between them and himself as he hoped to close the distance between him and Ivy, intent on making it into the bank and putting a quick end to her. Something Bruce should have done before he died.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 02:30:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Aquaman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>Well, so much for his plan; pretty much as soon as he made himself known to Ivy, apparently she thought her odds in a straight up confrontation to be a little less sanguine than she may have hoped and immediately fled in an apparent attempt to escape the scene. Smart, as strategies go; a good general knows when the odds were stacked against them and knew exactly when to retreat and regroup and attempt to perform a counterattack, preferably from ground that they themselves have chosen and prepared accordingly...which was apparently exactly what Ivy was attempting to do as she ran back towards and into the obviously biologically afflicted bank. He had read reports and files on "Poison Ivy" before, as part of his homework reading with Bruce Wayne back when he had been fighting alongside the Justice League, and he knew full well just how cunning and ruthless she was...they needed to corner her quickly, before she could pull any of her tricks out of her little bag of magic to swing the tide against them. Even three on one, Ivy had a history of turning those odds around somehow, and he was not about to let her do the same thing there. Of course, Booster assumed he knew best - even though, as much as he might have liked the man, Orin honestly doubted he could have led his way out of a paper bag with a hole in it - and blasted off as if he knew what was what...and what did he have Orin do? Booster Gold wanted Orin, the King Of Atlantis, to distract a small group of goons that were already getting their asses kicked while he chased down the Super-Powered Mastermind? Yeah. Right. Like <em>that</em> was going to happen. Orin wasn't above dealing with henchmen, but when they were already being ably handled and the Mastermind was in sight, he was not about to prioritise four hapless thugs over <em>Poison Flaming Ivy.</em> <br><br>So incensed was he by the affront of apparently not being deemed "worthy" of facing Ivy, he almost missed the telepathic communication from a very familiar voice; his eyes darted around briefly before they settled on the general location the mental hail had come from...M'gann, his "honorary" niece...when the rest of the JLA had left Atlantis after helping him reconquer it, she had stayed and aided in the reconstruction effort and even taken up studying Atlantean culture and history. It had proven difficult at first, getting the more hardline Isolationist aristocratic factions to accept her, but even they were unable to deny the impact she was having on the rebuilding of their home, and she had been one of the fiercest fighters against the Loyalists Of The Trident. Superman and Batman and Wonder Woman were all myths in their own right in Atlantis, being the Generals of "The Glorious Reconquest" that had liberated their home, but M'gann? M'gann was the <em>Legend.</em> The foreigner not only of Atlantis but of Earth itself who first put her life at risk to rescue Atlantis from Tyranny and then put her life on hold to aid their reconstruction. There were entire generations in Atlantis that had only been able to go to school because M'gann had personally overseen the building of the education establishments. There were doctors who only had surgeries because M'gann went out of her way to clear the rubble from their old lives...she was, by far, the most honoured out of all of "The Generals" who served under Orin - it wasn't quite like that, of course, but Atlantis was a Military Autocracy, so of course they were going to view things from that frame of reference - and he didn't doubt that she knew it. She had been having a hard time recently, he knew, but he didn't have the time to reflect on it or offer any lengthy greetings or enquiries as to her health; he kept it short and sweet, as you should always attempt to do on the field of battle.<br><em>M'gann! It's good to see you,</em> he sent telepathically, <em>But be careful! This is a dangerous enemy. Proceed with caution.</em><br>He turned, then, looking back over the clearing as Ivy disappeared inside the Bank, Booster Gold apparently having failed to stop her. He grimaced, and took a step towards the building....if Booster Gold couldn't stop her, then he would have to.<br><br>And then, of course, the whole Square went to Hades in a Gift-Basket. <br><br>Those pods on the top of the building that Orin had previously written off as something to be dealt with at a later date suddenly exploded in a shower of faintly-glowing spores that quickly spread over the Square and disappeared into the atmosphere, even as Orin watched. He blinked in surprise - he hadn't been expecting that...had there been a warning? If so, more fool him for taking his attention away from the Square. He had assumed that there were enough heroes there to at least give him warning of anything Ivy tried, but apparently it was a mistake to rely on a gloryhog and a psychopath...go figure - and his moment of shock, whilst only brief, was far too long...he recognised that sort of dispersal technique - whilst not <em>exactly</em> the same, several of the New Tritonian Biological Weapons had used a similar explosion-based dispersal system to blanket a wide area with some very nasty water-borne toxicants that his Kingdom was still attempting to purge from their waters even today - and knew enough to know that he had to protect himself somehow...given that it had dispersed high in the air, he could only surmise that it was airborne rather than spread based on touch - or Ivy wouldn't have placed it there, out of the way of the crowds, she would have put it in the middle and edges of the Square where it could touch as many people as possible - so it was likely a good idea to cut himself off from the atmosphere altogether. As quickly as he could, he manipulated the water that was currently swirling around his arm to stretch and spread into a layer of thin, constantly shifting liquid that covered his entire body, cutting off contact with the surface oxygen. He didn't need to breathe - he could breathe underwater - so it wasn't a big deal...hopefully it would protect him from whatever those spores were; they had, upon exiting the pods, looked to be relatively slow moving, so perhaps he had reacted quickly enough.<br><br>Unfortunately, not many others appeared to have had the same luck; as he watched in horror, every civilian and police officer left inside the Square and not strategically sheltered behind the Police Cordon stopped firing on Ivy or the thrashing vines or the thugs...and turned their weapons on their so-called saviours. Orin blinked in surprise once again - he only vaguely remembered from Wayne's files that she could manipulate people into supporting or helping her by messing around with pheromones and the chemicals inside peoples heads, but Bruce had never mentioned her being able to pull it off on such a huge scale...it had been five years since he died, so perhaps Ivy had gotten more powerful, but if she could do that at the drop of a hat, apprehending her, let alone stopping her, was going to be far more difficult than he had originally projected. For one, he not only had to stop Ivy from getting away, but he had to do it whilst not harming any of the rabid civilians and police officers who were now intent on hurting <em>him.</em> The thought was daunting; none of the people currently in the Square that had turned on the Heroes were capable of even vaguely inconveniencing Orin, of course, but he had to be careful how he handled them. They were only human, after all, and were obviously sick....it was a tough situation, and one that he had been in before, though in slightly different circumstances. He didn't relish that memory, and stuffed it down. War was not a nice thing to remember. Honestly, though, besides the horror...he also felt a grudging respect for Ivy. Not her tactics, but her acumen; a good general retreated and counter-attacked. A <em>great</em> General would take their disadvantage - in that case, being outnumbered - and turn it into an advantage in a split second (here meaning, turning the majority of her attackers into defenders). It was going to be a lot tougher to beat her now...but they had to try. Hopefully, the effects of those spores were only temporary, so they could largely ignore the mob if they were careful.<br><br>First thing was first...he had to get the crowd away from him, in case he lashed out too hard at one and ended up killing them. They weren't in their right minds, and hurting them would not be the honourable or the heroic thing to do. Hurting an innocent who was acting against their will? Absolutely horrendous, in his mind. Out of the question. Maybe not for that psychopath Hood, but as far as he was concerned, it was not an option. He was bullet proof (more or less), so he could just walk through the gunfire...but the bullets would ricochet and potentially hit somebody else, and what if he pushed somebody out of the way and they went flying and landed awkwardly and ended up paralysed, or worse, died? No...no, he needed something else. Something that gave him more...space.<br><em>M'gann,</em> he sent telepathically towards her mental signature, trying to home in on her location. She was likely infected by now...he just hoped that she wasn't a rabid turncoat like the rest of the crowd. That would most certainly be a disaster, having M'gann turning against him and the other heroes. <em>Get over here, if you can hear this. I'm going to try and clear us a path without hurting any civilians.</em> <br>His Tridents gem glowed gold once more, then pulsed as he rammed the butt of his staff into the ground, a brilliant golden glow erupting around him and spreading out. It pushed out maybe ten feet in either direction and fifteen feet upwards, creating a momentarily visible dome that soon paled to near invisibility, save for where the people who had been pushed back by it were now pounding against it furiously with their fists and any weapon they could find nearby. He didn't worry, though; it would take more than a crowbar to get through that shield. He only hoped that M'gann got inside in time. <br><br>He nodded to himself, took another step forwards...and fell to one knee suddenly, almost crying out at the sudden stabbing agony that lanced through his stomach and stung his lungs with what felt like the very air he had taken in before submerging himself. Bile rose in his throat with such force that he thought he was not only going to vomit but <em>projectile</em> vomit, liquid and what felt like blended lumps rising together in a gloopy mess up from his stomach. He grimaced fiercely, his left hand clutching at his stomach as it rumbled and ached more than he'd ever felt it unsettle...well...it appeared that his water-shield had been raised too late. He had been infected, too, but due to his Royal blood - meaning that he was of the Super Atlantean Line, a strain even more durable than a normal Atlantean - he had likely had a delayed reaction, since his immune system was several orders of magnitude more sturdy than a humans. Still...the spores had managed to infect him, and what he had lacked in immediate reaction, he was making up for the in the violence of it now. He almost went down to both knees, the crippling agony in his stomach was so bad, and he could even <em>feel</em> liquid and even a few chunks slipping past his gritted teeth. He clamped his mouth down harder to try and stop the bile from escaping more, but he couldn't help it; soon, another small load slipped from his throat and splattered onto the floor before he could shut his lips again and stop the flow. Not much had escaped, especially when compared to some of the civilians that were too busy vomiting to even get up to attack, but too much for his pride to take. He was the <em>King of Atlantis,</em> damnit! He did <em>not</em> vomit on the field of battle! That was for common footsoldiers to do the first time they encountered Blackpowder Bombs! The King Of Atlantis did not kneel, clutching his stomach as he vomited whilst the other heroes fought on! <br><br>He growled in the back of his throat and forcibly and pointedly swallowed the rest of the bile back down. It burned his throat and made his stomach churn a little, but at least no more of it escaped onto the ground. The Master Of The Seven Seas and the Chosen of Poseidon was not going to be beaten by a bout of Gods-damned <em>Man-flu!</em> Using his Trident as a crutch - though he'd never admit it - he leveraged himself up to his feet, forcing himself to stand straight despite the sudden slight swaying in his vision. It steadied after a moment, as did the sudden wave of nausea that had accompanied the movement...but he would have to be careful. Hopefully, the toxicants effects were temporary and his current state of being submerged would hold off further infection while his immune system battled the foreign agent...but for now, he was severely handicapped, and would have to take it slower than he may have liked. On the bright side, when he looked across the clearing at Hood, he felt no more desire to knock the little psychopath flying than usual...so at least he didn't have the aggression problems that the rest of the afflicted appeared to have. That was good, at least. Attempting to kill M'gann or Booster might have put a slight strain on their relationships. He took a slow step forwards, steadied himself, then another...the shield appeared to have held, thank Poseidon, so no civilians had gotten close...now all he had to do was get to the Bank. He could afford to ignore the civilians; hopefully the Spores were limited in the amount dispersed and the duration of the infection, so if they could cut off the snake at its head - that was, Ivy - perhaps they could stop things getting worse. If you gave Ivy an inch, she took a mile. That much, he had figured out. He took another step, then another, slowly getting used to the way the world shook and swayed with each movement as he gathered speed, doing his best to fight back the urge to vomit that came every time he moved faster than a crawling pace, making a beeline for the doors of the bank that Ivy had disappeared behind. Civilians and police were shunted aside by his forcefield, the crowd parting around him as they were pushed back by an invisible force that glowed gold whenever it was touched. He ignored them, and the remnants of Ivy's thugs...he even lost track of where the other heroes were, his nausea was so bad - it was all he could do not to collapse again with every step, so keeping an eye on everybody else whilst the world was spinning was a bit too much to ask, even of him - but he didn't care. He just needed to get to Ivy and stop whatever she was planning. <br><br>Gods, he hoped he was right about his Waterarmour; if this infection didn't recede soon, he didn't know whether he was going to be in the right state to even give Ivy a stern lecture, let alone fight her. His immune system was stronger when submerged; he just had to hope that it was strong enough to fight off whatever Ivy have infected him with. If not...well. He'd rather not think about that right now. He was already feeling nauseous, so there was no sense in making the feeling worse, was there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 06:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/users/0/88/11_2007/57245151.xlarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <del> Pamela Lillian Isley</del>&nbsp; Maggie Sawyer<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> <br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Police Department<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2014 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank; Internal Foyer<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Red Hood, Aquaman, Booster Gold, Miss Martian, White Canary, Supergirl<br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"This is Captain Sawyers, requesting immediate quarantine of the area!&nbsp; Our own men are shooting at Aquaman, Booster Gold and the others.&nbsp; Ivy has relea-,"</em>&nbsp; was all she able to say before the bitter, burning tang of bile shoot up the throat and out onto the floorboard of the police cruiser.<br><br>Maggie wasn't alone either.&nbsp; If it wasn't the echoing crack of a discharging sidearm, it was the grotesque noise of someone following suit.&nbsp; Anyone that could be affected by this sudden outbreak of poison was rendered to agonizing pain while lying in a puddle of their own vomit.&nbsp; In one single action, Poison Ivy had removed roughly eighty percent of the threat preventing escape.&nbsp; It fell to the heroes of Gotham, both new and old, to combat and defeat this threat.&nbsp; Maggie could already hear the phantom reprisal.&nbsp; Commissioner Bullock would start off by showing concern of safety and segue into how the pride of the GCPD was tarnished.&nbsp; The department of Gotham's finest were a proud and prestigious committee of some of the most dedicated and tough-as-nails men and women found in northeastern America.&nbsp; Maggie was no different.<br><br>Maggie would continue fighting, pushing through the intensely nauseating signals the body was sending.&nbsp; Kate would in order to crawl in bed tonight so she wouldn't succumb to defeat either.&nbsp; The flavor of bile lingered on the tongue, stinging the very back of her mouth but it was inconsequential.&nbsp; Maggie was not locked in a shed surrounded by power-tools by her father during summer, forced to work and earn her keep around the house for nothing.&nbsp; It might have seemed crawl at the time but this was over thirty years ago and it helped become the fiercely loyal and strong woman she is now.<br><br>She soldiered through the pain of a stomach mimicking the ripping and shredding of internal muscle tissue, pushing to a stand with aid of the patrol car.&nbsp; Then she surveyed the scene closely.&nbsp; All hell had broken loose tonight.&nbsp; She saw police vehicles overturned,&nbsp; fellow police officers writhing in pain on the ground or gunning down men and women in tights or strange outfits.&nbsp; Red Hood rushed after Ivy, passing the nearby fight between the henchmen and the other heroes who seemed affected by the airborne toxin.&nbsp; One of them, a young woman with hair as red as Kate's and orange skin flew into the scene and made some attack on the pink, bulbous spheres atop the bank.&nbsp; It was safe to assume that the damage had been done but still worth circumventing in case of the worse.<br><br>Near this was Aquaman, one of three identifiable faces of the entire ensemble who was enveloping himself in a clear sheen of water;&nbsp; was it strange or useful?&nbsp; Maggie didn't know but if there was someone worth coordinating with, it was him.&nbsp; <em>Come on, Maggie.&nbsp; Just run closer.</em> The internal rally gave her enough strength and willpower to break from behind cover and come to Aquaman's side just as the projected shield appeared and safeguarded the heroes (and her) from threat of the civilians.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"This has got to stop and fast,"</em> she told Orin, green in the face and clearly suffering through the same infection but soldiering through.<br><em>"I know if I can fight through this bullshit, then you can too.&nbsp; That goes to the rest of you ."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 17:19:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> M'gann M'orzz<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, 20:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, White Canary, Maggie Sawyer, Poison Ivy, and anyone else.<hr><br><em>I know.</em>&nbsp; M'gann sent back to Orin, grim determination on her face as she quickly started to fly back to the man's side.&nbsp; She was powerful true, but she'd been doing this long enough to know when to work with others and when she needed an extra pair of hands that weren't her own, literally in some cases.&nbsp; As ruthless and unforgiving as she'd become of late, two things she'd been trying to work on with limited success, she wasn't stupid enough to go against Ivy alone even though she probably could if the situation had been to her advantage.&nbsp; That said, just as she started to descend to stand by Orin and the rest of the team, all Hell broke lose.<br><br>Given her high altitude, M'gann had an excellent view of the pods that quickly soaked the entire area in Ivy's toxic spores.&nbsp; She was also the first to breathe them in because of that same factor, so the martian was the first to feel her stomach, loaded with spaghetti and a single beer from Fish Mooney's bar, start to churn violently as bile rose up her throat against her will.&nbsp; Vomit was soon pouring out of her mouth ahead of her falling body, her concentration shattered by both the forced eruption and the pain that followed.&nbsp; Hitting the ground on her side, blessedly away from the pile of fresh puke, M'gann slapped one hand over her rebellious stomach and another over her mouth, only to shriek when the sky lit on fire just above where she'd been not ten seconds ago.&nbsp; Fire, one thing that wasn't healthy for her to be around on a good day, was torture of another kind as sweat poured off of her and she desperately tried to throw a telekinesis born barrier between herself and the intense heat source above her.&nbsp; But with her concentration gone and suffering through Ivy's toxin, that was a lost cause.<br><br>Until Orin's voice filtered through the pain and terror of both.&nbsp; While the words themselves didn't make it through, his mere presence in her mind gave her something to focus on, and M'gann forced herself to her hands and feet with a weak but determined growl.&nbsp; She was not going to die here, laying near a pool of her own vomit!&nbsp; Especially not at the hands of an overgrown weed woman!&nbsp; Her eyes started to glow a bright green as boiling rage swept through the agony of her stomach, and it blocked off the worst of her instinctive reaction to Supergirl's reckless barrage.&nbsp; Ivy was going to be sorry once things were settled out here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 02:43:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Aquaman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maggie, M'gann, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>Though he didn't hear an immediate telepathic response from M'gann to his Sending, he did recognise that she had at least heard him; the wave of nausea that had no doubt overtaken her as it had him receded from her end of the connection slightly as his message broke through, though he didn't exactly feel relieved at the revelation; yes, she was at least not seriously injured - no more than he was, at least - and she could at least move, if the strength of her signal was anything to go by...but he recognised that sudden wave of hatred and dark fury that emanated from her suddenly as the darker side of her new personality began to take charge...he hadn't seen much of her more ruthless methods recently - though he'd heard of plenty of them, he'd never seen much of it hinted at in his own personal interactions with her besides what she told him - but if they were bad enough to reduce her to tears when she recounted the type of thing she had done to him...well. M'gann was a strong, fiery, independent woman, and anything that could reduce her to a sobbing wreck was definitely not something that was inconsiderable in its magnitude, especially not now, after she had apparently deliberately attempted to harden herself after her uncles death. He didn't know much about how she got when she entered that mood - he hadn't seen much of it in person, as he'd said - but he knew enough to know that if nothing else, he needed to be nearby in order to at least provide some level of counterbalance to whatever little voice she had in her head telling her that her ruthless, merciless methods were the right ones. He'd listened to that vindictive, vicious voice before, and now that he looked back on those times, he sincerely wished that he'd had somebody talking him back from the edge. No matter how right you felt at the time, it always led to regrets if you were only even half as full of innate kindness as M'gann was. And he refused to believe that she had changed into somebody who lacked that inner compassion. He just wouldn't believe it.<br><br>Thankfully, she was still nearby; she had apparently fallen when the sickness hit her, much like he had (though his was an albeit delayed reaction), and had - by luck - been close enough to be enveloped by the Forcefield that he had created around himself. He turned to his side, pausing in his slow, methodical advance, trying to find her...and then he saw her, staggering to her feet, pure fury radiating from her in such strength that he didn't need the as-yet unclosed telepathic link between them to feel the rage seething off of her in waves so thick that he could practically <em>see</em> them. He had no doubt that she could feel his own concern in return, but that wasn't enough; he had to get to her and keep her from doing something that she would come to regret...that was what he was there for, and that's what he was going to do. Even the best general needs an advisor to stop them from going too far in the midst of battle, and every good officer needed a decent general to reign them in if they got too overzealous. He wouldn't see M'gann cross that line into villainhood...he just wouldn't allow it. He was just about to take his first step towards her - dizziness aside, he was beginning to get a handle on compensating for the spinning nature of the world every time he moved - when he became aware of somebody elses presence in the immediate vicinity; he would have noticed earlier, but....well, the vomiting and the nausea had temporarily knocked his senses out of whack, and his talent for observation, too. It was going to take a bit more getting used to, it appeared. Still...the individual wasn't leaping to the attack, so he could safely assume that she wasn't an enemy, at least. He turned towards her and - after a moment of watching her mouth move through the spinning nausea that the movement provoked - actually finally registered what she was saying. He blinked a little, and forced himself up a little higher. <br><br>He wasn't at his full height yet, but his reaction to the infection was becoming more manageable. It must have been the delayed reaction; he had remained "healthy" for a bit longer, but the effects were worse due to the increased incubation time. Or something like that; he wasn't a biologist in any sense of the word, so all he had were vague guesses based on flimsy, circumstantial evidence. It could have just been that he was allergic to something in the toxin. Either way, his vision cleared quickly and he could feel his brain unfogging a little as time went on. A little more time, he figured, and he'd at least be able to move normally (albeit little more carefully). <br>"I agree," he managed to force out, though his voice sounded a little raw at first from the previous attempt to vomit. He cleared his throat and tried again, fighting his way through the nausea to at least be able to see straight. It was a struggle, but he managed it...and it got easier the more he got used to adjusting to compensate for his queasiness. "We need to regroup and direct all of our firepower at Ivy. She's the general of this Chaos....with any luck, this will end if we cut the Kraken off at the head." He turned again, back towards where M'gann had managed to force herself to her feet. <br><br>"Come. We need to gather who we can...and get to Ivy before she has time to organise any more tactical nightmares for us." With that, he did his best to quickly cover the several metres between him and M'gann, his steps more confident now as he managed to at least reduce his visions spinning. He wasn't quite as fast as he usually was, but at least he wasn't stumbling and almost falling over...though he did slow down a couple of times to fight down the urge to vomit again. He came to a slightly wobbly stop at her side, and placed a slow hand on her shoulder. Hopefully she hadn't closed the telepathic link and had realised that it was him rather than an enemy combatant approaching her. If not...well, this could get embarrassing. Still, he had to try and keep her calm and collected...bloodlust was never a good thing to lose yourself in, that much he could attest to from personal experience. "Peace, M'gann," He murmured, low enough for only her enhanced senses to pick up, "We'll stop her...but I need you to remain calm. Remember the first rule of battle: Keep calm and don't lose yourself in the moment. Control your emotions; don't let <em>them</em> control <em>you.</em>" He took a few steps in front of her, and resumed his walk towards the bank that Ivy had disappeared into, his forcefield shunting still-enraged civilians out of the way, small ripples forming from where it was being hit repeatedly by stray and directed gunfire. "Come," he said to the two currently behind him within his forcefield, "We need to try and end this....and quickly." He increased his pace, walking as briskly as he dared towards the bank. He managed to fight the nausea down most of the time, even through his still slightly spinning vision...though he did use his Trident to steady himself after a slight stumble or stomach-induced hesitation more times than his pride would let him admit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 19:51:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Flash-Wally.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin, M'gann, Maggie, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br><em>WWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!</em><br><br>Suddenly, like a burst of lightning, a speedster wearing a very familiar-looking scarlet-clad uniform had arrived on the scene!&nbsp; The ball of crimson lightning skidded about, knocking out several of the frenzied civilians who were still standing in the process.&nbsp; Red Hood's drones had taken out quite the number of them, but it seemed they missed a few.&nbsp; The speedster then ran back over to Aquaman and Miss Martian, stopping just outside the water-shield, arms crossed and a cheerful smile on his face.&nbsp; He was also apparently wearing a knapsack on his back and it was filled with... something.&nbsp; Apart from the red gas mask he was sporting, he appeared indistinguishable from the same Flash who first appeared in Central City ten years ago.&nbsp; Well... indistinguishable to all but his closest friends, of course.&nbsp; There was no mistaking his true identity as soon as he spoke up.<br><br>"Hey, sorry I'm late.&nbsp; Saw what was happening and I knew I had to grab some of these before getting here," Wally smirked as he tapped the the side of the gas mask he wore.&nbsp; Apparently, he took the time to dye it the same colour as his uniform.&nbsp; He pulled the knapsack off of his back and pulled it open, revealing even more gas masks, each dyed with a different colour.&nbsp; "You would not believe how busy it is at Wal-Mart right now.&nbsp; Anyways... I got enough here for everybody!&nbsp; Ya know... in case she tries to attack us with more Pheromones and stuff.&nbsp; I mean, it looks like you've already been hit by her poisonous toxins, but... hey, maybe this will help a bit anyway?"<br><br>The Flash zipped over to each of the others (stopping just outside Booster Gold's force field in his case), passing out differently coloured gas masks.&nbsp; He offered the orange gas mask to Aquaman and the green one to Miss Martian.&nbsp; He then unzipped the knapsack's side pocket and pulled out a vial filled with some sort of clear liquid.&nbsp; He also had an injection gun, which he loaded up with the vial.<br><br>"I also had a quick peek through Poison Ivy's police files.&nbsp; Uh... hope you don't mind I did that, Captain Sawyer.&nbsp; Ma'am.&nbsp; Didn't really have time to ask for permission," Flash addressed the Police Captain with a sheepish-sounding voice.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted to do was get on the police's bad side for breaking and entering.&nbsp; "Um... anyways!&nbsp; The last time Batman fought Poison Ivy, he developed some kinda antidote for her nausea spore thing and to fight against her mind-control.&nbsp; I'm not entirely sure she's using the same thing right now, but I figured it'd be worth a shot, so I recreated both antidotes in the Forensics lab.&nbsp; The clear one's for mind-control.&nbsp; The pink one's for the nausea.&nbsp; Uh... again.&nbsp; Not enough time to ask for permission.&nbsp; Sorry about that.&nbsp; So anyways, where did Poison Ivy go?"<br><br>Wally brought his hand up to shade his eyes as he looked around the area as though expecting to find Poison Ivy outside in the chaotic battlefield.&nbsp; Just as soon as his question was answered, however, he would head directly into the bank as quickly as his legs could carry him.<br><br>"Ah, she's in the bank, huh?&nbsp; Neat!&nbsp; I'll go stop her right now!"<br><br><em>WWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>14-11-2015, 16:03:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/d0387f217653450fe066a9d53e586097/tumblr_nr4aoeKy8l1rde3uzo1_500.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dinah Laurel Lance<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The White Canary<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None yet, formerly the League of Assassins&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian and Flash<br><hr><br>Canary Served up as many hits as she could to the Brute who was under Ivys influence she thwacked him several times in the face, upper cuts and gut punchs but he got a few good hits in too. Knocking her off balance as they fought on the steps, out of the corner of Dinah`s eye she saw another hero....or rather heroine join the party. It was an orange skinned beauty who was zipping around the sky and firing what looked like energy bolts. Dinah thought having meta powers would be one hell of a blessing when going up against goons like this one who had now picked her up and was ramming her against a building wall. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Dinah called out in pain as her back hit the wall head on. She then used both of her hands to hit him hard between the ears, it was a violent technique taught in the league, however the side effect was potential brain damage, but this goon seemed brain damaged enough so Miss lance justified it that was when he went limp and slid off her.<br><br>The White Canary hadn't been following what had been going on with the other heroes, she knew Orin was in the centre of the battle, as what she knew about Atlantians they were a warrior race like the Amazons Wonder Woman had come from. No sooner was she free did hse notice that Ivy was making for a getaway but then a congregation of vines at the top corners of the bank's front to slither away and reveal two bulbous, pulsating pink spheres.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "What is more important to you, heroes?&nbsp; Your victory or your innocents?" Poison Ivy chided the heroes. This psychopath was going to unleash a posion onto the city, she had done it before and the Batman had stopped her, Canary swore to herself the only way to stop her might be to kill her.<br><br>The bulbs opened up, releasing a plume of mist and vapor into the atmosphere that quickly faded out of sight.&nbsp; Within seconds, everyone in the vicinity was facing an intense sensation of nausea, inducing the immediate need to start vomiting.&nbsp; The vapour got into Dinah`s system as well and she felt a gut wrenching pain in her stomach, she dropped to her knees clutching her abdomen with her left hand as her right hand pulled down her white mask to reveal the bottom half of her face and she threw up, it was an almighty wrech&nbsp; as she tossed all her *Cookies and Cream* onto the banks steps. When Dinah was done been sick she was flooded with this sensation of undeniable rage and she knew she had been poisoned with some narcotic, been in the League of Assains she had been inflicted to all types of drugs and poisons but this was different. The rage started to consum her and she sttod up slowly with every intention to kill anyone who got in her way. <br><br>Dinah attempted to focus the rage on ivy as moments ago she had made the decision to take out the Poison Temptress in order to stop this. She saw someone running towards her in the direction of the bank, it was a masked man, the mask was famialr from old Gotham police reports, it was a Red hood of Gotham. The Red Hoods were gangs of local terrorists which were made up of the worst of the worst. her farther had been a Police officer who had been shot by them back in&nbsp; the day and his partner her god farther hadn't been so lucky. DInah let out a blood curdling primal scream "RAGHHHHHHHHH!" and ran towards the Hood and tackled him like she was a football player in the NFL. <br><br>Both of them rolled to the floor as he hadn't seen her coming. Dinah jumped to her feet and took a defensive stance. "Red hoods..." she snarled with such a look of hatred written all across her beautiful face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-11-2015, 23:53:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:14<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batwoman, Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Booster Gold was... pissed. This was not how things were supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to be blowing chunks all over the ground. He wasn't supposed to be being shot at by cops (yes, his forcefield protected him, but it didn't stop them from hurting like a bitch.) He was supposed to be getting mobbed by the public, but they should be wielding pens and paper for autographs, not improvised weapons. So all in all? Pretty shitty. He still had his rationality, the forcefield screening enough of what was coming in to keep his rationality. He was sick, and feeling awful, but he didn't start blowing holes in the crowd or anything.<br><br>"It's alright. Plan B will still work."<br><br>Booster forced himself into the air, escaping the crowd of frenzied people. From up here, he could scan the scene. Orin looked fine, which was good. Some flying girl with Red Hair was tossing bolts of fire at the pink things. Booster didn't know if that would work, but he could understand the reasoning there. He couldn't do much to help, trusting the red haired beauty to take care of it. <br><br>"Hey Red! Good work! Keep things under control out here, alright?"<br><br>He flew toward the Bank, but didn't aim for the front doors like Orin or Flash. Instead, he turned his gauntlets to the maximum power and fired them both at a spot on the roof, blowing a man sized hole through the roof of the bank. That would be expensive to fix, but it was the best option at this point. Hopefully Orin would see what he was up to, and figuring it out. If Booster came at Poison Ivy from behind, while Orin and the others pinned her down from the front, they'd have her caught in a classic pincer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 11:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/aa/ce/aa/aaceaa47341e5373d2f89b48811c9d18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Pamela Lillian Isley<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Poison Ivy<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2015 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Flash,&nbsp; Booster Gold,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Supergirl,&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; White Canary,&nbsp; Thorn<br><strong>Music:</strong>&nbsp; Poison - Nicole Scherzinger (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqLuLK5phRk)<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><strong>Who is Poison Ivy?</strong></div>She is one of the world's most prominent eco-terrorists with an obsession in plants, botany, and environmentalism. She deploys the use toxins from plants and her own bloodstream for her criminal activities, which are usually aimed at protecting the natural environment and has other abilities which include the control of plants and pheromones.&nbsp; Additionally, she has gymnastic skill and some martial artistry.&nbsp; What isn't known is Poison Ivy is a <em>Guardian of the Green</em> and that she was inactive for five years.&nbsp; What does she want with the money and what was she talking about, 'dooming the city'?<hr><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Results to Prior Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Red Hood</strong> had targeted Poison Ivy directly, pausing briefly to witness the effects of toxicity.&nbsp; His inevitable gain on Ivy seemed ensured, deftly moving toward the bank uncontested until an enraged White Canary sideswiped and added obstacle to intent.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the glider used as means of transport had turned its line of fire on the domineered legion of civilians.&nbsp; Luckily, the field of energy deployed by Aquaman reduced the probability of friendly fire.&nbsp; They were all pressing against the shield or bashing against its hull with improvised weapons in futile attempt to break though.&nbsp; It was easy pickings.&nbsp; He now faces off against white Canary!<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy<br><br><strong>Supergirl</strong> targeted the bulbous cause of biological attack.&nbsp; Each pod was destroyed with no visible consequence.&nbsp; At least rest would come easier knowing that the potential spread of plague was deleted from existence.&nbsp; She now had the option to follow Booster Gold into the bank using his forced entry or remain outside with Maggie Sawyer and see to collateral damage reduction.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy<br><br><strong>Aquaman</strong> had put up a constructed sphere that separated the heroes (and Maggie Sawyer) from the domineered legion of civilians after a delayed reaction to the unleashed parasites.&nbsp; He advanced into the bank with Miss Martian at his side while staving off the lingering effects of nausea.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy ( Sick )<br><br><strong>Flash</strong> arrived carrying quick-minute supplies, distributing them out to his fellow comrades in tights which included a presumed antidote and filter against the inhalation of further detrimental enzymes.&nbsp; The noble intent would unfortunately only bear any measurement of worth in the gas masks, however, and specifically reduce pheromone success.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy<br><br><strong>White Canary</strong> managed to beat down the remaining three henchmen deployed by Poison Ivy suffering minimum damage.&nbsp; Enraged by the unleashed parasites, she reacts in hostility at the sight of Red Hood and sideswiped his advance into the bank.&nbsp; She now faces off with Red Hood!<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy ( Enraged | Sick )<br><br><strong>Miss Martian</strong> is another victim to succumb to the unleashed parasites and continues trying to stave off its lingering effects.&nbsp; She becomes enraged and seeks the blood and pain of Poison Ivy and is led by Aquaman into the bank.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy ( Enraged | Sick )<br><br><strong>Booster Gold</strong> was forced to his knees in humiliating insult, forced to vomit the stomach cavities contents on the floor.&nbsp; Irritated at this slight, he blasts through the roof of the bank in an attempt to secure a pincer tactic.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></em>&nbsp; Healthy ( Sick )</div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span>here was never a guarantee the heist would not have complications.&nbsp; Ivy was no professional thief so the process of scouting out police response time, security detail and other factors had never crossed her mind.&nbsp; In a way, she was satisfied heroes responded.&nbsp; It was an old method of criminal activity but classic and effective - old but gold.&nbsp; Despite the apathetic disposition imposed out of a seasonal affective disorder, there was both despair and hope for Gotham in Ivy's eyes.&nbsp; Despair, given birth out of respect and mourning of Batman's death.&nbsp; Hope, given birth out of witness to others carrying on his legacy.&nbsp; Gotham was her city too and she had played her part in saving it on multiple occasions.&nbsp; She would do it again too.&nbsp; It took no savant to discern a disadvantage.&nbsp; One or two heroes was manageable on top of police detail but it seemed Gotham's list of first responders had multiplied.&nbsp; It was by that tactical verdict that she opted to level out the playing field as much as possible.&nbsp; To what end remained unseen and unknown but for the heroes it didn't matter.&nbsp; The pink, bulbous pods revealed at the apex of the bank had unleashed a modified composition of Ageratina Altissima and Myxozoa Spores, effectively spreading parasites that carried the symptoms of milk poisoning.&nbsp; Additionally, Ivy had bought enough time to release a pheromonal discharge.&nbsp; Within moments, the congregation of Gothamites and heroes were exposed, falling subject to the effects and it came time for Ivy to dash for the interior of the building.<br><br>Pamela knew she had a small window of opportunity to prepare her effects and face off with six heroes, unaware of the Flash's arrival.&nbsp; Nevertheless, this fight would be in a controlled environment, fought on her ground and issued out with two intents.&nbsp; The first would be the delay, maintaining her secretive reason for this heist.&nbsp; The second would be the testing grounds, analyzing if the heroes were worth consideration for her purposes and she had the appropriate amount of help in place.&nbsp; As she passed the door, both hands spread out to each side with palm flat.&nbsp; The wrists rotated and her fists clenched while raising them up towards the ceiling and this was followed by her flipping forward to end in a low, predatory crouch with both hands resting on what seemed to be a widely bloomed flower.&nbsp; The first action caused the thorned vineyards hugging against the interior walls to grow towards the ceiling and open and bloom haphazardly placed petals to reveal erect spires in the center no larger than a human finger and as thin as needles.&nbsp; Everything was now set in place for the fight with one other small matter to attend to.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Do not fail me, friend.&nbsp; You know why this must be done, Rhosyn"</em>&nbsp; Ivy said to a lurking figure somewhere in the area.<br><em>"Thorn,"</em> it replied, correcting Ivy's use of name.<div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/6/67/Rose_and_Thorn_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120214022636)</div><br><br>The first to arrive was Flash, running into the flora-overgrown bank interior where he would see Ivy's predatory kneel in the center of the main room.&nbsp; Initially, she seemed surprised, caught off-guard at the sudden arrival of a seventh hero but ultimately sunk her hands into the bloomed flower she stood on.&nbsp; At that very moment, Ivy's modesty slithered off of her gorgeous body and fell into the plant itself leaving her nude and exposed for any and all to see.&nbsp; Was it an attempt to catch him off-guard?&nbsp; Seduce him?&nbsp; Was she deploying her feminine appeal as a psychological tactic?&nbsp; All were possible.&nbsp; In truth, the real reason would reveal itself when it was appropriate.&nbsp; If anything, it would give the Flash some pause.&nbsp; He was young and driven by impulse and Ivy was certainly noteworthy for her beauty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I know you,"</em> said the unknown voice from behind Flash.<br><em>"I just wonder how stupid you're going to feel when this is all over."</em><br><br>Jumping down from the perch landed another beautiful redhead wearing green fashioned as if she had a fond appreciation for plantlife.&nbsp; Unlike Ivy however, there was a dark and almost crazed green eyes.&nbsp; In one hand, she held a red-tipped dagger inverted while the other was kept loose and free at her side.&nbsp; Nothing but dark green gloves and a bra was worn on the upper body and copious amounts of darker green eyeshadow constituted as her 'mask'.&nbsp; Her body was taut and clearly physically conditioned.&nbsp; Latched to her belt was a coiled whip and hanging from the hip was a sickle.&nbsp; There was also the dual pouches that held unknown contents.&nbsp; Those from the Metropolitan area would recognize her as Thorn, a vigilante with multiple personalities that had a violent, almost sadistic reputation.&nbsp; At the age of twelve, predating psychiatric admission, Rhosyn Forrest found and fought the man who murdered her parents and mutilated him by severing a hand.&nbsp; That was just the start.&nbsp; She faced down Flash with stern shoulders, feet poised and body keen to react at a moment's notice.&nbsp; She was belligerent and eager to fight, it seemed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Do yourself a favor and turn around, tell your friends to watch out for what's coming and let us do what we have to do,"</em> Thorn added.<br><br>Forcing the mexican standoff to hit an abrupt end, Booster Gold burst through the ceiling, causing the collapse of debris to rain down over Thorn.&nbsp; The woman took a fleeting glance to see the danger and reacted quickly while gaining a disapproving scowl.&nbsp; Thorn backflipped away, deftly using her free hand to brandish the whip then suddenly lash it in Flash's direction to ensnare his ankle.&nbsp; Once Thorn was standing again - now closer to Ivy - she tugged on the whip to trip Flash and yank him underneath the falling debris.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the dangers did not end there.&nbsp; Thorn's whip was barbed and tipped with aconitum, thus when she yanked, they would cut through the fabric of his tights and lacerate the skin.&nbsp; Otherwise known as wolfsbane or the Queen of All Poisons, aconitum would begin with gastrointestinal symptoms similar to the civilians outside but with an added effect of diarrhea.&nbsp; Additionally, Flash would suffer a sensation of burning in the abdomen and a numbness of the mouth.&nbsp; Thorn sighed and flicked her thumb against the pommel of the whip so the barbs would eject and retract within.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Pamela?"</em><br>"Buy me more time."<br><br>Thorn evaluated Booster Gold after his arrival with an appraising assessment.&nbsp; Judging from the small indications, she knew that physical force would be futile so long as the field was in play.&nbsp; She would need to work around that or simply be a nuisance long enough for Ivy to complete her preparations.&nbsp; Thorn then looked past Flash and to the front door, taking note of the others approach.&nbsp; A quick jerk of the head sideways emitted a grotesque pop from the neck.&nbsp; Thorn knew pain was soon to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 17:32:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> M'gann M'orzz<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, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, White Canary, Maggie Sawyer, Poison Ivy, and anyone else.<hr><br>Unaware or not caring her rage wasn't quite her own entirely, M'gann growled through clenched teeth as Orin's voice continued to find its way into her drugged mind.&nbsp; It wasn't long before the unnatural glow to her eyes, let alone the contorted expression on her face, started to disappear as she stumbled and almost fell into Orin's side once she had started to regain control.&nbsp; She was still pissed, but her anger was her mostly own now because of his calming presence both literally and otherwise, which was just as well as Wally appeared, bearing gifts since his appearance at Fish Mooney's.&nbsp; The gas mask couldn't have come at a better time honestly since as advanced and useful as her bio clothes were, M'gann's power over them could only go so far, along with her natural shapeshifting abilities.<br><br>Snatching the color coordinated mask from the speedster's hands, M'gann wasted no time in putting it on and taking her first blessed breath of air that wasn't tainted.&nbsp; <strong>"Never...taking Earth air for...granted again."</strong>&nbsp; She wheezed aloud before turning her amber eyes on the pair, unbridled gratitude shining through for them both as she shook her head at the offered antidote as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Alien biology, likely wouldn't work for me even if I went as close to human as I could."</strong>&nbsp; Or it might have had unexpected side effects for the same reason, but ever since Luthor had taken her captive, M'gann had been and still was slightly wary of anyone holding an injection of any kind, but at least with Wally she didn't feel the overwhelming urge to throw him through a wall in a panic.<br><br>After telling him where to find Ivy, she wasn't at all surprised Wally sped off to deal with her about the same time the orange skinned woman above blasted the poison spewing pods and Booster Gold blasted his way through the ceiling.&nbsp; A grim nod thrown towards Orin, showing she understood that they needed to work together, was all she was able to do before she sensed rather than saw Red Hood get attacked by White Canary.&nbsp; Stopping in midair, torn between helping Hood, even if he wasn't exactly the best example of the hero idea, and stopping Ivy, a decision that she wouldn't have even considered before her Uncle's death, M'gann muttered a curse in her native language before she made a beeline for the two combatants, grateful the crowd had been largely dealt with by then between Orin's barrier and Red Hood's glider.<br><br>Her right hand outstretched, her eyes glowing green of her own accord this time, M'gann hoped to drag White Canary off of Red Hood before she did something she'd regret later when she was in control of her own actions again.&nbsp; Lifting the white clad woman with her mind, M'gann cast her eyes on Red Hood next.&nbsp; <strong>"Go!&nbsp; Stop Ivy!"</strong>&nbsp; She hoped by removing him from Canary's sight, she'd start to let go of her mind numbing rage, at least just enough so that M'gann could try and get in her head and start guiding her back to some semblance of normal if not outright sanity.&nbsp; Because if there was one good thing that had come of her shift in personality in the last few years, it was the fact she feared above almost anything else losing anymore friends and family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 23:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:11<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, White Canary, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian. Radio communication with Batwoman, Oracle and Nightwing<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> Red Hood gets away from White Canary, thanking Miss Martin in the process. Arrives after Thorn reveals herself, but before Booster blows a hole in the roof. Chooses to rush Ivy instead of trying to save Flash, throws his combat knife at Ivy in a desperate attempt to make things quick, pulls his gun and begins to reload in case he misses.<br><hr><hr><br>Jason felt such a rush of adrenaline as he chased after Ivy. He was the closest one to her, by his estimation. He wasn't a gloryhound, but he wanted a chance to kick her ass without having a bunch of powered idiots rubbing their elbows against him. The bat-glider continued to sweep over the crowd, pelting them with beanbags, sending people to the concrete dazed and groaning but ultimately alive. He would have to review the video footage later, if only to see Aquaman retching; He could hear him from behind, but didn't have time to look back or gloat. He had to get to Ivy before she did something worse. He didn't like this; She was smart, and had to have a better plan than what she had showed off so far. She wouldn't corner herself in GCB without a trump card, or two, or three.<br><br>Without the Bat-glider's surveillance, Jason could only rely on his vision... Well, that, and the state-of-the-art warning system giving him constant feedback through his helmet. A quick blip on his radar erupted, but as he turned his head to look, he only saw the color red blur past him, headed into the bank. <em>You're kidding me! Another one?!</em> There were no rear proximity warnings, so the crowd had been successfully held back by his drones and whatever else the superfreaks might have been doing. Distracted by Flash, his left flank proximity alarm began to blare, but that didn't make sense... The police, the civilians, they were all behind him. Jason had barely gotten time to swing his head around to see a blur rushing at him; White Canary lowered her shoulder, and laid down the boom. <strong>"Fuck!</strong> screamed Red Hood, winded, feeling a rib crack beneath the blow. It was impressive, considering how padded and layered his trenchcoat was, and he felt a passing sense of admiration for Canary as she rolled away from him and came up quickly, fists held upwards in a practiced defensive stance, one that belayed few weaknesses. She was skilled. Any other time, Jason would have wanted nothing more but to test his luck against her, but there were more pressing concerns at that moment.<br><br><strong>"Come on, lady! Ivy's getting away, there isn't any time for this crap!"</strong> He still held his knife, but he made a show of putting it away, though he still had a few hidden tricks up his sleeve if she charged him again. Jason didn't want to hurt her. Just as Oracle mentioned it over comm, he realized that she also must have been affected by the spores that his mask had shrugged off. She wasn't in her right mind... But Jason had never fought with much restraint, and he was hesitating now, which left his defensive posture very porous.<br><br>Thankfully, it didn't have to come to a fistfight. Someone floated into the air slightly above him, out of his view, setting off aerial alerts. He kept his eyes on his opponent, but maneuvered the glider into a position to check his six o'clock. It was the Martian from before, but this was his first time 'seeing' her. Whose side was she on? Was she breathing in the junk too? His questions were answered a second later, as his opponent was hefted into the air and spun away from him, seemingly manipulated from a distance by the outstretched hand of the Martian. Relief flowed through him, and he glanced back at M'gann, the helmeted hero giving an affirmative nod to her. <strong>"Hey, thanks! I owe you one."</strong> As much as he would have liked to stay and chat- Redheads were kind of his thing- Jason had a job to do.<br><br>He was through the entrance of the bank in seconds, and the roaring din of an angry crowd outside was suddenly murmured within the large chamber of the main room. Immediately he began to analyze the situation, though he hadn't gotten far beyond the needles blooming across the walls before he realized Ivy was naked, kneeling within the large bulb of a flower spread out across the floor. He felt his pants tighten up, within 30 feet of the naked realization of his teenage masturbatory fantasies. Whatever pheromones she might have been employing were more likely than not neutralized by his filtration system, but that didn't mean Jason wasn't a red-blooded, heterosexual man. A quick movement in front of him tore Jason's ogling eyes away from Ivy as another woman leaped down from above, landing between him and Flash, a deadly-looking knife in her hands, a couple of equally serious items at her belt. He didn't recognize her, but his database contained an exhausting amount of heroes and villains, and he could make an accurate guess as to who she was. Jason pulled his own dagger out once again, relishing the idea of clashing blades with her, but suddenly, the ceiling exploded, and there was a mass of confusion. He saw her whip a vine around Flash's leg and try to drag him under the marble now billowing down towards the floor, thanks to Booster's reckless entrance. <br><br>Torn with a tough decision to make- Saving a potential ally, or neutralizing the main threat- Jason once again charged at Ivy. Booster and Flash could worry about the other one; He wanted to know what the hell Ivy was planning with that gigantic flower of hers. His first reflex was that he didn't like it. His second reflex was to flip his dagger up and catch it by the blade. Within 20 feet now, dodging falling debris as his helmet warned him of those incoming impediments, Jason tried to fling the dagger at Poison Ivy's chest, and was immediately drawing his pistol and reloading it as the blade sang ominously through the air towards its final destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 01:20:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Booster, M'gann, Hood, Canary, Flash, Ivy, Thorn.<br><hr><br>Just as Orin began to think that the waves of rabid civilians were somehow limitless, they finally broke through the other side of the crowd - the unwilling combatants now pounding on the rear of the shield rather than all around - and into the main area of the Square, just past the centre. He could feel several of his allies around him, though the one that concerned him most was M'gann; though his presence and his words of calming seemed to have had an effect (the rage he had felt across the Telepathic Channel having lessened to a more "normal" level for her), she was still angry and aggressive, and he still felt a level of ruthless rage that left him concerned...but he didn't have time to deal with it. They were almost to the bottom of the steps leading up to the main entrance of the bank, just outside the doors that Ivy had fled through (and that Booster had punched a hole above, presumably looking to attempt to flank Ivy in some way, though how he thought that he'd be able to sneak up on her by breaking through the wall was beyond Orin's ken), and they were now out of time; they had to stop Ivy from doing whatever it was she was attempting to do, and quickly...they didn't have time for a break, a pep talk and five minutes on the "Calm Down Step." Everything was rapidly going further and further to Hades, and Orin didn't like it one bit. Hopefully, M'gann could control that anger and harness it rather than allowing it to take control of her like it almost had just a few minutes ago...an annoyed but focused M'gann was a powerful asset. An angry and directionless one - or even M'gann when she had the wrong direction - was a powerful handicap, at least for him personally, since it mean he had to spend half his time keeping a watchful eye on her to make sure that <em>she</em> didn't hurt anybody, for her own good as much as theirs. He placed his foot on the bottom stair...and then he felt something from M'gann's end of the Telepathic Channel.<br><br>His head snapped around just in time to see M'gann leaving the safety of the forcefield, the one-way shield pulsing as she left, - whilst things could exit the shield, they could not enter again unless Orin lifted the shield or the shield was simply battered down by brute strength - speeding through the air towards the far right side of the crowd of enraged civilians and police, urgency and shock clear from her side of the Channel. He frowned, suddenly extremely concerned; was there another combatant, possibly on Ivy's side as opposed to the heroes? If so, they might have been in trouble. At this rate, he doubted that they could all handle Ivy together if they didn't catch her off guard, and if they had another enemy to fight, if they were even half as powerful as Ivy...well, it would be bad. He strained his eyes to see across the distance, and soon everything leapt into focus as his enhanced vision snapped to attention to see...something he didn't anticipate. The woman who had taken on the thugs earlier - the ordinary human, from what he could tell, though an extremely skilled one - had suddenly and seemingly randomly tackled Red Hood to the ground, and M'gann was currently in the middle of dragging her off of the psychopathic Vigilante. A possible old enemy? He knew from experience that Red Hood didn't make friends easily, so it was possible that he had hurt that woman somehow...or that the violent, aggression-inducing Spores had somehow infected her in a more severe way than they had everybody else. His vision swam for a moment as a wave of nausea hit him, but it swiftly stabilised; being submerged in water was doing wonders for his immune system. He frowned for a moment and considered heading over to M'gann and the lady in white, but...no. No, M'gann could handle it, and Ivy was by far the biggest threat.<br><em>M'gann,</em> He Sent, <em>do your best to calm her and follow us inside as soon as you can. We'll need all the help we can get to defeat Ivy. I'll leave the Channel open so we have a ready source of communication. <strong>May Poseidon Guide Your Sword-Arm.</strong>*</em> And with that, he turned on the spot and moved as quickly as he could up the stairs and into the main foyer of the bank, shrinking his forcefield so that it only covered him and, if she was still following, the young police officer who had linked up with him in the square. M'gann could handle herself...and his attention needed to be on Ivy.<br><br>Of course, that assumed that Ivy was alone, which he found to be very much <em>not</em> the case as he entered the scene of carnage; Booster was still flying about in the air attempting to gain an angle of attack, but the man in the Flash costume - though obviously not the Flash, since Orin was under the impression that the "original" had died with the rest of the Justice League; that particular hero would have to be investigated later to see if he was truly The Flash's successor - was in dire straights, having been tripped and dragged across the floor by an unknown assailant who was apparently defending Ivy....who was herself naked in the centre of the thorned, plant-invaded room. He blinked for the briefest of moments - say what you will, but walking into a battle to find one of the combatants stark naked, apparently by choice, was surprising to say the least - but quickly refocused; he was in "Battle Mode," and there was no room for distractions in combat. If his concentration slipped for even a moment when he was fighting below the waves, he would have died instantly in some of the warzones he had commanded. Besides, he was approaching the 31st anniversary of his birth and was the King of an autocratic militaristic society that prided itself on martial valour and discipline above all else; he was not some pawing, cloying human teenager who was barely in control of his base impulses. Was the form of Ivy pleasing to the eye? Of course she was. He would have to have been blind and tasteless to say that she was not in her own way alluring...but there was a time and a place, and this was neither. Red Hood - who had apparently been freed from The Lady In White's clutches, no doubt thanks to M'gann - seemed to agree, from the way he was charging straight at Ivy.<br><br>Orin, however, had a choice to make; Ivy was evidently planning something, or she wouldn't be stark naked in the centre of the room, seemingly open to attack with only her accomplice - a similarly attractive, though decidedly unsympathetic looking female - as a defence. Whatever she was planning on doing, and whatever she was intent on throwing their way needed to be stopped as soon as possible, if the spores and general anarchy outside was anything to go by. He could feel the pounding of a few angry civilians on the back of his shield - which was blocking the door - that could provide testament to how bad things could get if Ivy wasn't stopped soon. However, his "ally" was currently in need of help; he was off his feet, which meant that his abilities were largely useless, and the long, vine-like whip that was attempting to snare him seemed to be lined with vicious looking barbs...and if the spores outside were anything to go by, he sincerely doubted that the barbs were the end of the danger of that particular weapon. On the one hand, he needed to stop Ivy and so should probably have directed his focus on her and hoped that if he could take her down, this new mystery assailant would retreat as well. However, New-Flash was in danger and largely useless right now, especially with chunks of rubble - several of which chose that moment to bounce off of his shield - falling about his head. What if he attacked Ivy, failed, and Flash were to pay for it? Not only would they be handicapped in the fight by a casualty, but he would be seriously injured and even potentially <em>die.</em><br><br>That last thought made up his mind for him; he needed to help The New Flash get out of the sticky situation he found himself in, especially after he provided aid to M'gann. Shaking his head slightly, he levelled his Trident in two hands in the direction of the whip and directed his Will into the weapon, projecting several sharp, bright golden bolts of magic from the central fork that arced across the room - the shield around Orin pulsing as each golden bolt passed through unimpeded - and fell around and above the whip, even as it uncoiled itself and snaked back towards its wielder...it appeared that his assistance in that matter was no longer required. Well, if he even damaged the weapon, it could prove to be an advantage later on. So instead, he then turned his weapon and opened fire on the mystery woman, too; she was obviously hostile, and he couldn't allow her a moment to breath or adjust her tactics to his presence. This fight needed to end quickly. He was able in close quarters, of course, but Red Hood and Flash were both excellent at close range too, and it seemed a waste of his Tridents abilities if he didn't at least attempt a ranged barrage. After all; you only moved into engage in close quarters after you had tested your ranged capabilities and found them to be wanting. The tactical choice was obviously to attempt fire from a safe position - that is, behind the protective barrier - and only advance for close quarters if those attacks proved to be inadequate or ineffective. He just hoped that neither was the case; these humans would prove to be formidable indeed, if they were able to withstand the Might of Poseidon Himself...and whilst it would be a good fight, it would also potentially lead to hundreds of civilian deaths, if not more. And that was a price that Orin was not in any way, shape or form willing to pay. His first job was to protect and save lives; to that end, he sincerely hoped that his Magic would be enough.<br><br><hr><br>*<strong>Both Orin and M'gann</strong> can speak Atlantean, which is a mixture of verbally spoken dialogue, tongue clicks, cheek pops, throat exultations and various other sounds. In my posts, if he is speaking out loud and the words are both italicised and emboldened, he is speaking Atlantean. If he is sending a telepathic message to, for example, M'gann, Atlantean speech is emboldened. Due to Atlantean resistance to psychic probes and attacks, multilingualism that stems from telepathy cannot translate Atlantean unless it is being spoken by somebody who does not have a resistance to telepathy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 06:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Flash-Wally.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poison Ivy, Thorn, Booster Gold, Orin, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>"Woah..." Flash's eyes went wide just as soon as he stepped into the Gotham Central Bank.&nbsp; He was expecting many things.&nbsp; A trap.&nbsp; An ambush of some sort.&nbsp; More bad guys with super powers.&nbsp; Maybe some kind of giant plant monster attack dog thingy...<br><br>He did not expect to be greeted with the sight of a gorgeous naked lady.&nbsp; Poison Ivy was evil and psychotic, sure, but... green was definitely her colour.&nbsp; The scarlet speedster stood there, transfixed and slack-jawed, unable to really come up with a proper response.&nbsp; Forget pheromones, the lovely nature-themed super-villainess could manipulate men (and some women) with her charm alone.&nbsp; He didn't know if the poisonous plant lady was doing this on purpose.&nbsp; Distracting him.&nbsp; Intentionally.&nbsp; If she was intentionally distracting him with her charms, well... it was working!&nbsp; Damn it!<br><br>"Uh... *ahem*!&nbsp; Well... I believe I am obligated to at least give you a chance to surrender and turn yourselves in, so... please do that," Flash stammered through his lines in a very faux-deep sounding voice, like a kid trying to imitate a grown-up.&nbsp; His attention, however, was taken by another villain on the scene.<br><br>Turning around, Flash's gaze was met with yet another gorgeous woman.&nbsp; If his memory was correct, this one was Thorn, a crazy vigilante-type.&nbsp; She and Red Hood might hit it off... if they didn't meet within the next few minutes, that is.&nbsp; This one was... well, she was wearing clothes, but not much more so than the plant lady.&nbsp; Young Wally couldn't help but allow his gaze to... linger in certain places.&nbsp; That whip was definitely going to be dangerous.&nbsp; If her skin was exposed so much, did that mean she was immune to Poison Ivy's pheromones?&nbsp; Actually, come to think of it, did the pheromones only work on guys?&nbsp; No... wait... there were definitely quite a few female civilians who were affected by the toxins and not all of them could swing that way... could they?&nbsp; There was Megan who got hit too... it wasn't exactly the same kind of... plant poison?&nbsp; Then again... did that mean Megan swung that...<br><br>Focus!<br><br>"Uh... that chance to surrender also extends to you too, just so you know," Flash smirked as he face off against the slightly more-dressed psycho girl.&nbsp; It was times like these that he was thankful his brain worked at lightning speed.&nbsp; Otherwise, he'd be too distracted by random thoughts to ever get anything done!<br><br>Just as he got ready to duke it out and get up close and personal with red-headed gorgeous vigilante... the ceiling started crumbling down!<br><br>Then... a mysterious figure came down from the hole in the ceiling.&nbsp; Young Wally had heard the stories before.&nbsp; He couldn't believe it.&nbsp; One of the great legends had come.<br><br>"Woah... Green Lantern?&nbsp; Is that you?" Wally shielded his eyes as his gaze turned to... Booster Gold.&nbsp; With a cheerful grin and a thumbs up, he said, "Neat new costume, man!&nbsp; Hey, does this mean I should be calling you Gold Lantern from now on?&nbsp; Oh... woah!"<br><br>Distracted by Booster Gold's entrance, the Flash barely registered that Thorn had chosen that opportunity to attack!&nbsp; The lash of the whip came crashing down upon him.&nbsp; It was aimed at his ankle!&nbsp; Taking a single step back, Wally braced himself...<br><br>That was when time slowed down.<br><br>Large chunks of debris from the ceiling floated gently down toward the ground, the gravity seemingly to have lessened.&nbsp; Poison Ivy and Thorn appeared to be near motionless.&nbsp; The lights flickered... those cheap fluorescent tubular lights were only 60 Hz.&nbsp; Of course they'd flickered from his perspective.&nbsp; He glanced down toward his ankle.<br><br>Ah... Thorn's whip had already ensnared his ankle.&nbsp; There was already a tight enough grip that he could not simply pull his foot loose.<br><br>Vibrate through it.<br><br>Barry had done it before.&nbsp; Wally reasoned that he could probably do the same.&nbsp; He had been semi-successful in the past.&nbsp; Besides, he was only phasing his ankle through a whip, not going through a wall.&nbsp; Compared to that, this should be a-<br><br>Oh.<br><br>Crap.<br><br>Well, the good news was, he had managed to phase his ankle through the whip.&nbsp; The bad news was... he stopped phasing a little too soon.&nbsp; One of the barbed tips had managed to scratch through his costume and draw a tiny bit of blood.&nbsp; Apparently, that was enough.<br><br>There was one more thing.&nbsp; The whip he phased through?&nbsp; It was now vibrating with unstable molecules.<br><br>Dropping to the floor, time started flowing normally again.&nbsp; From the perspective of everyone else, it appeared as though Thorn had successfully tripped him with her expertly handled whipping.&nbsp; Dropping onto his hands and knees, he looked up in time to see the destabilized portion of the whip get retracted back while leaving the barbed wires behind.<br><br>Urgh... so this was what everyone else felt when they got hit with the toxins?&nbsp; No wonder they threw up.&nbsp; Wait... what else was he feeling?<br><br>Crap.<br><br>Literal crap.<br><br>Gritting his teeth, he zipped over to hide behind cover as he recovered his strength as best he could.&nbsp; His eyes darted about before landing on the men's bathroom.&nbsp; Within a couple seconds, he was already inside, taking care of business...<br><br>Okay... concentrate.&nbsp; How did it go again?&nbsp; He had higher metabolism and higher rate of healing as a result.&nbsp; That means the poison should pass through his system at a faster rate.&nbsp; Around 400 times faster, if he concentrated on dealing with the poison specifically.&nbsp; What kind of poison was it again?&nbsp; He remembered going through all the biology text-books in his school library at one point.&nbsp; Which poison caused these types of symptoms again?&nbsp; Too many, still... he could narrow it down based on smell.&nbsp; He kinda wished he had a microscope at the moment.&nbsp; Wait... who cares?&nbsp; It was probably one of 250 species of Wolfsbane.&nbsp; Wait... was it Monkshood that was poisonous or was it the European one?&nbsp; Wait... was Monkshood European as well?&nbsp; Were they all poisonous?&nbsp; Maybe just Aconitum Lycoctonum... or maybe Montana as well...?<br><br>The sound of flushing toilet could be heard following by the sound of the sink being used.&nbsp; After that, Flash nonchalantly exited the washroom, wiping his hands with paper towels all the while, whistling to the tune of the Justice League theme song.&nbsp; He scrunched up the paper towels, tossed them into the trash can, then turned his attention back on the enemies again.&nbsp; The spot on his ankle where his costume was ripped was patched up with a Hello Kitty patch.<br><br>"Alright... let's try this again!" Just as the Flash announced his re-entry into the fray, he suddenly started vibrating on the spot again!&nbsp; Within a couple seconds, there were three of him!&nbsp; Then nine!&nbsp; Then... 27...<br><br>Suddenly, the entire Gotham Central Bank was crowded with a small army of Flashes!&nbsp; Each had a smug look on his face, arms crossed and standing casually in place.&nbsp; Several of them were placed in front of all exits in an effort to cut off the villainesses escape!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 15:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/d0387f217653450fe066a9d53e586097/tumblr_nr4aoeKy8l1rde3uzo1_500.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dinah Laurel Lance<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The White Canary<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None yet, formerly the League of Assassins&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian and Flash<br><hr><br>Dinah had every intention to mame the Red Hood and to put him down before he hurt anymore civilian's, she guessed he was working with Ivy. He pulled a knife which meant he was more then ready to *play* and as such she knew this was going to end badly....for him. Dinah had killed before in service of Ra`s Al Ghul and she would again if it was in the service of Justice. But within moment's she felt her body take an unnatural lightness and she was floating off the ground at first Canary didn't know what was happening&nbsp; was this another one of Ivy's Tricks? <br><br>White Canary was physically been pulled away from the Red Hood and she was kicking in his direction trying to get closer to him but it was like battling a raging tide that was inevitable to get away from. Dinah looked up to see her attacker and Hoods partner was a flying red haired green skinned young woman. Dinah hadn't seen anything like her before but she guessed she was either a meta Human or an Alien. Infact she resembled the fallen Justice league hero the Martian Manhunter. Maybe this chick was his daughter or something? <br><br>Dinah screamed as she looked up at the young heroine, her face full of rage as Ivys toxin worked its way into her bloodstream and in turn was effecting her blood chemistry. "Put me down! Put me DOWN!" Dinah screamed with such anger at been put in this position. She hated feeling helpless and when fighting a meta human all the skills she had learned felt like they were useless. However, the Canary was headstrong and would not let anyone take her down regardless of weather or not they were super powered or otherwise.<br><br>"Put me down!" Dinah repeated but in a less screechy manner as her eyes locked with Miss Martians. What Dinah was not aware of was the fact this particular individual had telepathic ability and she would know that Dinah`s only concern was stopping who was responsible for this terrible attack and she only wanted to protect the citizens of Gotham. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 14:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/29837/765808-thorn1_new.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <del>Pamela Lillian Isley</del>&nbsp; Rhosyn Forrest<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; <del>Poison Ivy</del>&nbsp; Thorn<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2013 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Flash,&nbsp; Booster Gold,&nbsp; Poison Ivy<br><strong>Music:</strong>&nbsp; Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVnU8ysWMdM)<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><strong>Who is Thorn?</strong></div>Serving Metropolis' vigilante population, Thorn was the daughter to police officer Phil Forrest who was unfortunately murdered alongside his wife by the 100.&nbsp; The young 12-year old Rhosyn, hunted down the man responsible and severed his hand after a brutal beating.&nbsp; For the following years, she was taken into State custody within a psychiatric hospital and subjected to experimental treatment methods to curb her violent tendencies.&nbsp; The result was a case of Dissociative Identity Disorder.&nbsp; After release from the hospital, 'Thorn', the violent and dominating personality began hunting down the 100.&nbsp; Why is she helping Poison Ivy?<hr><hr><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span>horn was the first to retaliate to Red Hood's offensive sprint towards Poison Ivy.&nbsp; The redheaded vigilante was promised a hefty payout if this operation was successful and her promise to defend Ivy was sincere.&nbsp; True, the deficit of power between her and these heroes was immense and two of them had shields she had no means to bypass but that was inconsequential in the end.&nbsp; With Flash disposed of temporarily to handle the effects of aconitum, she could afford the reorientation in Hood's direction.&nbsp; Thorn snapped her whip towards Red Hood, envisioning it coiling around the feet and the subsequent tug which would trip him.&nbsp; Fortunately, Aquaman's projected beams of energy struck the whip,&nbsp; forcing the trajectory to fall askew and land between Red Hood and Poison Ivy.<br><br>With a frustrated growl, Thorn peered at Aquaman through his shield to take notice of a second beam of energy.&nbsp; Unlike before, this one was projected to her directly.&nbsp; She had to move quickly and could not afford recoiling the whip.&nbsp; Left with no choice, she releases the whip and bends backwards to perform a one-handed backbend kick-over.&nbsp; After its completion she settles her gaze on Booster Gold, unsure where he was at the moment and requiring the awareness to position.&nbsp; Red Hood had been successful in flinging the knife at Poison Ivy.&nbsp; As it careens towards the woman's chest, Ivy lifts a hand to control a vine and make it parry it away.&nbsp; Spared the threat of being impaled, Ivy finally stood again and shifted to stand in the center of the blooming flower, apathetic to her nudity and situation.&nbsp; The moment she was at full height, the petals closed around her and sunk into the ground leaving just the men and Thorn inside the bank.<br><br>Immediately following this apparent act of retreat, Thorn's whip detonated at Red Hood's feet due to Flash's effects.&nbsp; Small bits of shrapnel from the floor and the whip rained over him following the concussive force.&nbsp; Thorn had to shield herself as well, turning away from the explosion with arms raising to protect the head.&nbsp; She knew standing in place would be the choice of a fool however, and the explosion likely had zero effect of Aquaman and Booster Gold.&nbsp; Unlike them, she was also oriented on Ivy's plan so she ran towards the rear exit.&nbsp; Unfortunately, her attempted escape came to a dead halt with Flash's reappearance, blocking off all exits with an apparent doppelganger effect.&nbsp; Thorn had no inkling on which was the original and which one was not but she also knew he could close the distance from one to the next before she could make a single step.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"You boys are persistent, I'll give you that,"</em>&nbsp; Thorn said while turning to get the other three men in line of sight.<br><em>"Too bad you're horrible at listening, though.&nbsp; Whatever happened to negotiation?&nbsp; I guess you're all just following Red Hood's example, being warmongering nitwits.&nbsp; Just think for a moment and ask the obvious questions and you might start piecing stuff together.&nbsp; Why does Pamela need money?&nbsp; Why would I help her?"</em><br><br>Thorn only needed time.&nbsp; The only one she knew she could contest with directly would be Red Hood so long as Booster Gold and Aquaman retained a defensive barrier.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 15:59:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blastr.com/sites/blastr/files/styles/width_1280/public/52not11.jpg?itok=duu9rOjB)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Kori Anders<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Supergirl<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Booster Gold, Red Hood, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br><hr>Kori focused her efforts on the bulbous pink spheres and watched as they first blackened and smoked before they cracked and then exploded into smoldering shards and ash that rained down onto the square. She couldn't be completely sure but it looked as if destroying the spheres hadn't made the situation worse, which was a good start. Looking down into the square Kori could see that the civilians and police were still fighting each other and trying to attack those assembled in front of the bank, however it didn't look like the effects were spreading to wider Gotham.<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, Kori spotted a scarlet streak enter the square and bend over the prone vomiting figures, including a woman in a white suit and green skinned girl who must have entered the square while Kori was dealing with Ivy's spheres. She watched as the white leather woman started to the red helmet guy before the green skinned girl dragged the woman up into the air. Now if the red guy was attacking Ivy then that meant that white woman must be helping Ivy and that green girl was one of the good guys, didn't it? Kori didn't have time to sift through who was on who's side, right now innocent people were in danger and that was the important thing.<br><br>There was a loud crashing sound and Kori's head whipped round to see the roof of the bank caving in as Booster Gold smashed through it. "Damn it" she muttered under her breath as Booster sank through the hole in the roof, whatever Booster had done it had left a chuck of the roof hanging precariously ready to fall on whoever was underneath. Kori flew to the roof as the scarlet streaker vanished through the bank's doors. There was an ominous creaking as Kori got closer to the bank, peering through the hole in the roof she could see Booster, red guy and the scarlet streaker fighting Ivy and a second woman. Kori let out a small prayer "Oh X'hal let this work." as she grabbed the cracked section of roof and hoisted it away from the melee underneath. Dropping the roof slab into the empty ally behind the bank, Kori returned to hover over the now open air bank to see Ivy being swallowed by a huge flower.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 20:39:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Booster watched the efforts of his fellow heroes with a bit of impatient, literally tapping his foot in mid air... for dramatic effect.&nbsp; If only people had actually followed his plan. All these JV league heroes were bogging him and Orin down, meaning that they couldn't work at full efficiency. He wondered how Batman had dealt with this problem. Probably showed up at their houses one night. Loomed over them while they were sleeping. And said "I AM THE NIGHT." Then vanished. Bats could be kind of odd like that. Booster would have to solve thi... GOLD LANTERN.<br><br>Booster's train of thought was derailed in the same since that a train that took a nuclear bomb hit was derailed. While technically true, it did not begin to cover what had happened. He focused on the young man... and then watched... Booster was going to be honest. He had no idea. Last time Skeets tried to tell him how the Flash could do half the stuff he could, Booster had a headache and understood nothing. But he watched the Scarlet Speedster do something... and then appear in multiple places. Booster yelled at the one closest.<br><br>"Green Lantern? I'm Booster Gold! I wish I had Skeets here, I could play the intro video. Green Lantern has nothing on Booster Gold! I came back through time to save this era, because I am Booster Gold."<br><br>Even saying that brought a barely visible wince to him. Booster tried to avoid thinking of... well, the future. His present didn't exist anymore. His fa... he forced himself to stop. Poison Ivy had escaped, this 2-bit chick with a BDSM fetish was trapped... this was not a good day for Booster Gold. If he started thinking about Michelle, he'd go get black out drunk and wake up with a raging headache and the knowledge he'd probably destroyed his furniture, again.<br><br>"And now Ivy has gotten away. Orin and I are going to need to have a long talk with you kids after this. Right Orin?"<br><br>He gave Orin a thumbs up, sure that it was right. Booster had helped Orin take back his throne. That counted for something. Booster had to admit, Poison Ivy was gone. He didn't have a Batdigger or the ability to rip the earth in twain like the other JL members could have done to follow her. At Thorn's question, Booster shrugged.<br><br>"In her case, a skin treatment. She's pretty hot, but the green is a bit of a turnoff. As for you... you want to bone her like the rest of us?"<br><br>Booster wasn't actually that stupid. While Booster could be vainglorious, whimsical, and impulsive, he wasn't an idiot. But he did know that he tended to be thought of that way. And frankly, being considered an idiot was an advantage. Everyone expected the Batmans of the World to be a genius, and worked hard to cover up their tracks. But Booster Gold? Who cared. It made things easier. After all, Booster and Skeets had a number advantages. If people thought he was an idiot, he could usually find a way to make use of that.<br><br>Booster released a Booster Shot, firmly on the stun setting. He hadn't seen anything that indicated this woman had anything above normal human resistance. The shot aimed directly at her Chest, Booster not actually expecting it to hit. Instead, its purpose was to force her to dodge quickly... Booster releasing a second shot the moment she moved, attempting to place it so her dodge would carry her into the blast. Once she was down,&nbsp; she could be interrogated, and hopefully they'd know where to find Ivy. Quick and easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 08:07:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, White Canary, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian, Flash<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> Red Hood eats the brunt of an exploding thorny whip, though it doesn't really affect him. Half-heartedly tries to negotiate with Thorn, reacts to Booster Gold's stunning attacks against her.<br><hr><hr><br>He was full steam ahead, ready to waste Ivy and call it a day. The other villainess in the building didn't seem like much; She had a fun-looking arsenal of wicked weapons, but there were so many superfreaks at his back that he considered her to be taken care of, for the moment. Indeed, he heard the sound of her leathery whip biting through the air towards him, but saw it fall to the ground in front of him, glowing faintly golden, some magic of Aquaman's he could only imagine. <em>Hmm. Guess the old fishmonger doesn't hate me that bad, does he?</em> Jason saw a flash of red pass to his left, and... Did he hear a toilet flushing? Jason ignored it, and refocused on Ivy, who stood up straight in the middle of the flowered bulb, a look of confidence on her face as the petals wrapped and enclosed around her, before slithering down into the earth below. <strong>"Damn!"</strong> Jason cursed aloud, skidding to a halt right in front of the abandoned whip. He didn't realize that when Flash had escaped its entangling grasp, he had also basically turned it into a weapon; It exploded right beneath his feet, and Jason screamed as he tumbled backwards. The thorns didn't hurt him, as his jacket and especially his helmet were designed to impede bullets, but it had been quite a shock to him at the very least. He came up gracefully from his roll, kneeling on one knee, gun immediately pointed in Thorn's direction, all of his ire focused on her with Ivy having escaped.<br><br>She was surrounded, having tried to make it back through the entrance of GCB where the rest of the heroes had emerged from, only to find a small army of Flash waiting for her. Jason smirked beneath his mask; He had never seen or even imagined something like this, but he had an idea of what was going on. On an impulse, Jason's helmet switched to a thermal display, and he could tell that none of the other Flash duplicates were really there; They must have been a trick of light, or something. But if Thorn knew there was only one of them standing in her way, she must not have known which it was, for she paused in her tracks, and began to consider other options. So many had shown up; Flash, Aquaman, Booster. The girl on fire who had just pulled a gigantic chunk of the bank roof away that had been precariously hovering over the amassed fighters by just a few lines of rebar. The martian girl and the one who had attacked him were outside, too; Jason wondered for a brief second how over this could have all been if they had been as coordinated as the Justice League.<br><br>Jason stood up straight, and holstered his pistol. This fight was over, or so it seemed. Thorn began to speak, perhaps to buy herself some time, wondering aloud why she would be helping Ivy, why Ivy needed money in the first place. Good questions all around, but Jason didn't have the answers to them. He knew that Ivy thought she was doing something good, but he knew that she didn't have any need for cash... Was she stealing it for someone else, then, in exchange for something that she wanted? Was this just some kind of distraction? He had little knowledge about Thorn; The Bat-computer back at Wayne Manor was feeding him what information it had, a vigilante from Metropolis with some mental problems. <em>Heh. My kind of gal.</em> Jason took a few overly brave steps toward her, arms held out to his side without threat, though he was still quite capable of defending himself; Thanks to the hole in the roof, the Bat-glider had taken a new position above them all, ready to fire at Thorn, and simultaneously attempting to analyze Ivy's escape path.<br><br><strong>"Hey now, there's no need for name-calling,"</strong> he retorted, being quite used to being labeled a psychopath or crazy. Nitwit was just kind of weak in comparison. Warmongering? He could give her that one. <strong>"Why don't you just tell us what Ivy's up to, and when the cops outside arrest you, you'll have both of your kneecaps to show for it!"</strong> He sounded a bit too cheerful for someone who wanted to put a bullet into each of her legs. As he levied the very one-sided offer to her, though, Booster shot at her a couple of times, and Jason moved in reaction to her, attempting to put himself in between Thorn and Flash, to give an added impediment to her escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 16:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> M'gann M'orzz<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, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, White Canary, Maggie Sawyer, Poison Ivy, and anyone else.<hr><br>Despite all the chaos around her, and the fact the woman in her telekinetic grip had been trying to kill Red Hood, someone she had a feeling she knew from the old friends she'd known...before, M'gann could sense Canary's genuine concern through the toxic spores' effect on their respective minds and bodies.&nbsp; Of which the painfully upset stomach was still presenting a problem for the martian as another rumble passed through her body, making her lurch and almost double over, and subsequently nearly making her drop Dinah before she could gently lower her down to the concrete.&nbsp; Tossing the gas mask, and not a moment too soon, M'gann fell to the pavement on her hands and knees, before one hand went to her mouth.<br><br>While nothing came up this time, she still went through the motions as a painful retch had her groaning weakly after the worst of it passed.&nbsp; Just as she was regaining her feet, preparing to enter the bank, unaware that Ivy was about to make her getaway, M'gann's amber eyes fell on one of the cars that had been thrown earlier and let out a gasp when she saw the fire following a trail of gasoline back to its source.&nbsp; She didn't think about what she needed to do, she just did it as she raised her right hand towards the gas tank and ripped it up and away, the sound of screeching metal fairly loud as she threw the tank into the air as far and as high as she could.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it was just a second too late because the fire continued to follow the gas it was spewing in almost every direction now.<br><br>While none of it reached the civilians on the ground, the heat wave that came from the tank exploding still left an impression, as did the debris that rained down around the block.&nbsp; Small fireballs and smoking shards of metal rained down, but M'gann didn't notice as she slowly fell to the ground, the combined heat from Kori's earlier barrage, the close proximity to yet another open flame, and Ivy's toxic spores finally rendering her unconscious.&nbsp; The martian was down for the count, and the only one that had been close enough to notice was White Canary.&nbsp; Before her eyes closed though, M'gann managed to get a weak, telepathic message out to Orin.&nbsp; <em>I'm...so sorry...Orin.</em>&nbsp; He'd know what she'd meant, beyond the fact she had failed to join him in taking down Ivy directly.&nbsp; At least she'd been able to prevent anymore casualties, so there was that at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 17:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/d0387f217653450fe066a9d53e586097/tumblr_nr4aoeKy8l1rde3uzo1_500.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dinah Laurel Lance<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The White Canary<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None yet, formerly the League of Assassins&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian and Flash<br><hr><br>The Green skinned young woman was not well either, whatever was in those spores could effect even a meta human and/or alien. Although Dinah couldn't help but see the resemblance to the fallen Martian Manhunter. Within moments the young woman in question doubled over in pain and lurched causing whatever telekinetic hold she had on the Canary to subside and she realised her from her grasp. Dinah fell to the floor and lurched herself a second time tossing out all her cookies and cream onto the pavement. <br><br>She could feel herself getting weaker and she knew she would be little if any help against the current threat which was Poison Ivy. beating up street thugs and gangbangers was different, she could do that and they always underestimated her. But meta humans were on a whole different level and she didn't have the kind of tech to defeat them, infact her lack of experience would mean she would only make the situation worse. <br><br>Dinah became aware of the chaos around them and the panic that the GCPD officers had caused and how the civilian's had thankfully fled the scene but some stragglers were still around and Injured, she knew she had to help them, that was her mission, but she felt so weak and physically drained. One of the over turned cars that had been thrown earlier had a long trail of gasoline back to its source. Canary watched as the young woman she would come to know as M`gann raised her right hand towards the gas tank and ripped it up and away with amazing skill, she skilfully threw the tank into the air however it was just a second or two too late. The fire continued to follow the gas it was spewing in every direction as Dinah scrambled to her feet.<br><br>An almighty heat wave that came from the tank exploding left an impression, as did the debris that rained down around the block.&nbsp; Dinah rolled out of the way of one fireball which was heading towards her and moved closer to the green skinned girl who seemed to have passed out. Without hesitation Dinah went to her aid and pulled her up and put one arm over her shoulder and started moving with her off the crazed scene. She needed to get out of here, she wasn't in a state to fight and she knew this girl was a hero. Last Dinah saw Orin of Atlantis was here, Booster Gold and that stunning orange skinned flying girl. Maybe they could stop this, they were meta humans weren't they? They could take down Ivy without endangering other's.<br><br>Dinah shuffled off with a knocked out Miss Martian in toe, she was going to get them back to her base and pump this shit out of them. Sometimes she who learns to run away lives to fight another day, something Nyssa once told her about combat. A flash of the Raven haired child of Al Ghul flashed before Dinah's eyes and she felt another type of pain which was a healthy rival to the physical pain she was feeling now. <br><br>The direction she was heading was Gotham`s old Watchtower where she had set up home and she was taking the backstreets to get there so she and her alien companion wouldn't be spotted by any unfriendly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 19:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hood, Flash, Ivy, Thorn.<br><strong>Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><hr><br>And just like that...Ivy was gone, having disappeared into the ground in a flurry of flower petals and vines, leaving nothing but an explosion - that barely caused Orin to flinch, protected as he was behind his barrier - and debris behind. He frowned a little; should he attempt to follow her? He was uncertain. On the one hand, this was almost certainly not the end of her plan, and even if it was, she needed to be apprehended both for the robbery and in order to ensure that she at least had a couple of weeks off from trying to kill everybody in the city. He had no illusion that very, very few prisons could even hope to hold her captive for particularly long - it was the same for all Metahumans; they always found a way out eventually - but if it could keep her off of the streets even for two days, then that was two days worth of innocent civilians that she wasn't killing or turning into her mindless puppets. But the problem was, he had no idea where she was going, what she was doing or what her plan was, and considering that rushing into the Square had gotten everybody outside killing each other...perhaps rushing in without intel was the wrong decision. Before, it had been necessary; Ivy had started lashing out at everybody around the square, and to sit by and do nothing was to participate - in their own way - in the mass slaughter of innocents. They had had to get involved. They had had no choice. But now? Now, they did. And only fools rushed in without the appropriate intel against an obviously more prepared opponent. One thing was certain; this was no spur-of-the-moment bank heist. Something told Orin that she had been planning this for a while; after all, there was no way she planted all of those Spore Buds and placed that flower-transportation-thing in the ground only five minutes before the robbery. Something like that - on that scale - took time to execute perfectly. And honestly? Orin was sick of playing reactionary. They had to find out as much about what Ivy was planning as soon as possible...fortunately, they had her partner in crime largely isolated and contained in the room with them. <br><br>Unless, of course, she had a similar escape route planned....that could not be allowed. Not until they had extracted all the information that they could from her, after all. See, Thorn raised some interesting questions, and ones that he had only briefly considered on the way over to the Central Bank; he had been too concerned with rescuing civilians to really think about the answers or their implications, but now that he had a moment to breath? She was right. They were obvious questions, and ones that needed answering now that things had gone relatively quiet. He glanced at the other two heroes, and made a snap decision; whilst they hadn't burst in here and attacked without reason - as he had seen it, she had been the one to open combat first, after an offer of surrender - they had been too quick to attempt excessive force. Not unreasonably...but any good commander needed intel, and now that she apparently thought herself outnumbered and cut off from escape - she had been running to the rear exit when she was cut off, after all - she appeared to be willing to talk. Whether she had anything of value to say? That was a different matter. "You are quite correct," he said after a moment, lifting his Trident out of its aggressive posture. Despite the water coating his mouth, he was able to manipulate the water to allow the soundwaves to carry through as if through air. They travelled across the now-deathly-still bank vault, while the sounds of fighting echoed in from outside. It appeared that his shield over the door was still doing its job, at least. "Regardless of their lack of impact on the immorality of her actions, they <em>are</em> excellent questions." <br><br>He was about to speak further when something stopped him short; the telepathic link he had with M'gann was still open, just in case, and it was over that that he detected something....wrong. There was fear, then revulsion, then the telltale sickening queasiness that he himself had been gripped by when he first succumbed to the effects of the Spores that Ivy had released into the plaza. M'gann was obviously not ok, both in the mental and the physical senses of the word, and it only took a few more moments for things to get even worse; he felt a flash of intense pain, followed by a panicked, contrite message...then nothing. He blinked, hard. <em>M'gann? Are you ok?!</em> His queries were met with silence. His head snapped around towards the entrance to the bank, and out onto the street beyond those doors...something had happened to her. Fear welled up in the pit of his stomach, but he forced it down ruthlessly...he couldn't allow panicked terror to rule him at that point in time, but nonetheless, he almost took a step towards the door; M'gann was hurt, but not dead - if she were dead, his Connection would have snapped shut and a massive feedback wave would have knocked him off of his feet...as it was, he only felt momentarily dizzy followed by an emptiness where her distant consciousness had been. She was unconscious, but alive...and he couldn't do anything. He felt utterly helpless, but he couldn't get out of that door without hurting the civilians attempting to get into the bank, and he couldn't get out without risking Thorn's escape. <br><br>And if he let Thorn - and by extension, Ivy - get away, he risked yet more innocent lives...he forcibly segregated his almost paternal concern for M'gann from the practicalities of the situation. It was something he hated doing, but he was a Commander and a King; he had to make the best decision for everybody, not the best decision for one person. And if he forsook the people of Gotham for M'gann, she would never forgive him for it. Besides...there were other heroes out there, and he could feel her presence getting fainter and further away. She was being taken somewhere, so even if he did get out, it was likely he wouldn't know where she was. Hopefully it was another "good guy" who had found her. If not...well, if not, they would soon learn the meaning of fear. <em>Hold strong, M'gann...I'll find you when this is all over.</em> The connection was still open, so a message was the best he could do. He would track her down after all of it had finished...and if she was hurt, woe betide anybody who had contributed to it. He grimaced a little...despite every urge in his body being to follow and make certain that she was safe, he had to stop Ivy from doing the same thing to anybody else...and he had to somehow control his anger at M'gann being hurt by this anarchy. He knew himself; if he allowed himself to slip, there was no going back. He had to keep a lid on his anger...at least for the time being.<br><br>Of course, given the interruption, he had largely ignored Boosters inane comments up to that point; this was the time for business, not jokes, and though he knew that Booster meant well...considering the amount of people getting hurt outside (including M'gann) levity was in precious short supply. Perhaps afterwards, when everybody was safe and normality was restored, they could have a joke over what the humans called "Whiskey," but right at that moment was not the time. Unfortunately, Booster decided to - at that exact moment when Orin had tuned him out to focus on M'gann - open fire. He knew Booster, of course, and knew better than to think that he was attempting to kill her - his blasts were likely set on stun - but she had appeared to be willing to talk! After all, she had not made a move to attack any of them again, so opening fire was just unnecessary. When an enemy combatant stops fighting and speaks instead - without a weapon, no less, after she was forced to discard it - that is when you secure her and parlay without the use of violence. He knew Booster was likely thinking what he was thinking - interrogation - but he should know by now that there were other more effective ways of doing it. His stun blast could easily knock her unconscious, and then how would they get the intelligence they needed? Or worse, it would just piss her off into not wanting to speak. Honestly, he knew that Booster was an intelligent man underneath it all, but oftentimes his long-term vision was at times wildly off. It was why, despite his general trustworthiness, Orin had never let him command any troops in battle. He was just too unpredictable as a commander. Unfortunately, Orin wasn't fast enough to block the shots from the Blaster, but he resolved to not allow Booster any more chances to attack...and nor would he allow Hood the chance either. Though he had holstered his firearm, he had still moved into intercept position...and Orin himself had seen just how quickly Hood could draw that weapon. Regardless of whether Thorn was able to dodge the blasts or not, his reaction was the same.<br><br>He slammed his Trident down on the ground, and a golden umbrella wove itself into existence around Thorn. Whilst the appearance of the forcefield wasn't instantaneous, he made it wide enough that even were she to dash, she likely wouldn't be able to escape from underneath it before it sealed its way on the ground. Unlike Orin's shield, which allowed things to move out of its area but not inside, this shield was simply impassable; nothing could get in or out without having to physically destroy the shield itself...he wanted Thorn contained, but he also wanted her safe. No doubt Hood would try to shoot her as soon as he was able, the psychopath, and if Boosters own shots had missed, he would likely want to try and stun her again. Honestly, he regretted being on the same side as Hood; it meant that whatever happened in the past, he had to stop Hood getting hurt...though it would have been satisfying to see him take a lash from the whip, just once. He paused for a moment; that thought was unlike him. Well...it was unlike him <em>now.</em> He forced it down, hard, and turned back to the matter at hand; what none of them could see, of course, though Orin could sense it was that the shield wasn't a dome; it was a sphere that cut through the ground beneath Thorns feet, making a perfect spherical temporary prison to hold her in. No escaping through the ground like Ivy and - though he had never tested it - hopefully no teleportation either. As long as he maintained the shield, she was contained...he thought, at any rate. A wave of nausea hit him suddenly, and for a moment both shields - his and hers - wavered slightly. Not much, but enough that a rock or something could pass through if it was quick enough. The moment passed, though, and Orin grimaced, straightening up from where he was leaning on his staff a little. He grimaced. Ordinarily, he would be able to maintain both of those shields, but...apparently not now. <br><br>He silently directed his Will into the Trident, and both shields began to shrink drastically, to about the size of an average persons "personal space." It didn't leave Thorn much room for movement, but the Sphere still contained her within a prison roughly five or six feet in circumference. He allowed himself the same space, though he did maintain a small, separate shield over the door. Not big, not even three dimensional...but enough to keep the bloodthirsty civilians out. He directed a glare at Booster. "She can't talk if she's unconscious, Booster." he said, though he made an effort to take the sting out of his words. He wasn't angry at Booster...he was angry at Ivy. <em>Ivy.</em> He had to remember that. He then glared at Hood. "And only a thug no better than the ones you hunt would resort to torture so quickly. Such tactics won't work on somebody like the Young Miss, here." He shook his head and sighed. Hood. Always so <em>flooding</em> violent. It didn't take a moron to see that pain wouldn't accomplish anything with Thorn...not when she knew that she held all the cards. As much as he wanted to hurt somebody for their part in hurting M'gann, he had to control himself. "Let us start from where we would inevitably end up; discussion. She is obviously willing to at least talk, so we should hold off on the torture." Torture rarely yielded the desired results, anyway. You know what torture got you? More often than not, it only got you the quickest lie that they could tell that they thought would make the pain stop. The truth required more nuance to extract. He shook his head again, and gave Booster a quick thumbs up to try and make it look like he wasn't trying to scold him. "...good reactions, though." It wasn't quite an apology for the harsh words, but it would have to do for now. You should never show too much division in front of your enemy. Hood, however, he ignored. He took a step forwards, his Trident clanging as it tapped against the ground, and the shield followed with him, keeping him covered. He didn't have the same space inside the shield that he had done, but truthfully, he didn't need it any more...and three small shields were far easier to maintain than two huge ones. He stopped a few feet away from the edge of Thorns new shield, hoping against hope that she didn't have a way of getting through...surely, <em>surely,</em> if she had been able to break through his shield, she would have done it already. Surely. He also hoped that she was still conscious; if Boosters blast had caught her even briefly, it could mean that they would have to wait for her to regain consciousness to get the intel they needed, and that was time that they didn't have. "Now that you've raised those questions, it would be rude not to answer them. What is Ivy planning, why does she need the money and why are you, of all people, helping her?" Because she had a point; Thorn was not known for having goals that aligned with Ivy...so what were they missing here? Of course, there was a bigger, more pressing concern.<br><br>"And <em>most</em> importantly, how do you undo what was done to those people outside?" His tone - which had previously been surprised and unimpressed with Booster - had shifted gear into one that was calm and quiet without a hint of fiery emotion - despite the rage he felt burning in the pit of his stomach on behalf of the people who were being hurt and killed outside, he had to remind himself that that was Ivy, not Thorn - but it was also deathly still and almost antarctically icy...until that last question. At that point, his already hard face had hardened even more, if that was even possible. His ordinarily kind eyes held no hint of warmth. There were no fluctuations in his voice, no raising or lowering of the volume. Just...constance. His gaze was directed at Thorn, an unblinking, intense look of a General on the field of battle, ordering his men to their deaths for lack of a better option, as if commanding a response from her, even if she was dazed or stunned. This was a battlefield, and it was time for business. The time for games passed when Ivy started forcing people to kill each other outside; he had seen that kind of weapon before, though not deployed in that exact way, and it had been something he never wanted to see again....especially not when M'gann was one of the victims. He was, truthfully, afraid of the ability to turn allies against each other, and afraid of the horror it inevitably led to. He was afraid of what Ivy could do with that sort of power, what anybody could do with that sort of power...and he was afraid that it wasn't even the tip of the iceberg in regards to what Ivy was capable of. But most of all? Most of all, he was <em>angry.</em> Good, innocent people were dying outside at the hands of other good, innocent people, and M'gann of all people had been injured by the crossfire. He would not allow it to continue. Not again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 05:41:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Flash-Wally.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poison Ivy, Thorn, Booster Gold, Orin, Red Hood, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>Okay, so... what's been going on around here?&nbsp; He had only been gone for a few seconds.&nbsp; Literally.&nbsp; If he didn't have to wait for the water to come out of the faucet, he probably could've finished his business even sooner.&nbsp; Looking around, it appeared that in the few seconds he had been away... Poison Ivy had managed to escape.&nbsp; He saw her getting wrapped in petals and leaving through the floor just as he got out of the washroom.&nbsp; Great... well, at least they still got Thorn.<br><br>In response to Thorn, all of the Flash after-images shrugged all at once and replied, "Well, to be fair, I did offer you the chance to surrender and turn yourself in.&nbsp; You're the one who decided to trip me up with a poison-laced whip."<br><br>Although... that <em>was</em> a good question.&nbsp; Why <em>did</em> Poison Ivy want all that money?&nbsp; What was it for?&nbsp; There were too many questions.&nbsp; Of course, the possibility that Thorn was just stalling for more time before making her grand escape had occurred to the Scarlet Speedster.&nbsp; Then again, the best way to catch Poison Ivy was probably to find out what she was up to and where she was going.&nbsp; Fortunately enough, they had someone who could be interrogated.&nbsp; Depending on the urgency of the situation, they could probably bring in M'gann and have her...<br><br>Er... did the Golden one just shoot at her?&nbsp; He did!&nbsp; He totally shot her!&nbsp; Well... stunned her with hard light, to be more precise.&nbsp; Still!&nbsp; How were they going to get information out of Thorn while she was unconscious?&nbsp; Wait... maybe M'gann could still pull out information from the knocked out lady's brain.&nbsp; Where was that martian anyway?&nbsp; Wally attempted to contact her via telepathic communication, but he didn't feel that same strange yet familiar sensation of having his mind linked with another person.&nbsp; He hoped she was doing okay.<br><br>Oh hey, Aquaman had Thorn contained in a bubble shield now.&nbsp; Wait... it was golden.&nbsp; Did it could as a bubble shield if it was golden?&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; Thorn was most definitely caught now.&nbsp; Flash stopped creating his after-images and all but one vanished into thin air.<br><br>Wait... it couldn't have been too long since Poison Ivy made her escape.&nbsp; Wally wondered if he went right now, whether or not he would be able to catch up with her.&nbsp; If so... well, no time to waste!&nbsp; No time to think!&nbsp; The Flash figured that with three superheroes here, they should be able to keep Thorn from escaping, especially when she was most likely knocked out and trapped within Aquaman's shield...<br><br>"I'm gonna see if I can still catch up with Poison Ivy.&nbsp; See ya in a flash!" Flash smiled and saluted to the others before zipping down into the hole that Poison Ivy had disappeared down into.&nbsp; It was an impulsive decision, to be sure, but that was just the way he rolled.&nbsp; He was just glad that he let his friends at Star Labs upgrade the costume he was wearing.&nbsp; It took a little getting used to, but he managed to figure out how to turn on the night-vision.<br><br>Zipping down the dark tunnel left behind by Poison Ivy's botanical escape, the Flash tapped the temple of his mask, adjusting the display screen as he looked around in search of the escaping criminal.&nbsp; Just as soon as he caught sight of her travelling inside of that strange flower thing, he immediately screeched to a stop.&nbsp; He held out his arms and started whirling them around and around... creating a powerful vacuum to pull Poison Ivy back in his direction!&nbsp; Considering they were currently in a narrow underground tunnel, the vacuum effect was particularly more effective than usual.&nbsp; As soon as he saw it working, Flash immediately started running backwards, pulling his captured prey along back to the bank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 15:15:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111119363/3316284-ivy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_small/2/29837/1020088-thorn_splash.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Pamela Isley &amp; Rhosyn Forrest<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Poison Ivy &amp; Thorn<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2015 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Flash,&nbsp; Booster Gold<br><strong>Music:</strong>&nbsp; Rise of the Thorns (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ajAZG6FGWM)<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><strong>Who Are They?</strong></div>Poison Ivy is one of the world's most prominent eco-terrorists with an obsession in plants, botany, and environmentalism.&nbsp; What isn't known is Poison Ivy is a Guardian of the Green and that she was inactive for five years.&nbsp; |&nbsp; Serving Metropolis' vigilante population, Thorn has a case Dissociative Identity Disorder and has spent her efforts hunting down the 100.&nbsp; What has brought these two together?<hr><hr><br>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong></span>horn's head pivoted in Red Hood's direction once he spoke, sparing a glance to Booster Gold due to his comment about 'boning'.&nbsp; Such a ham-fisted attempt at either humor or being unintelligent or this guy truly had a mental deficit.&nbsp; Perhaps he was dropped on his head as a child?&nbsp; Perhaps an exposure to a feebleness ray?&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; She chose to leave reaction to his question a fleeting glance.&nbsp; It would be more fun to see how he took that.&nbsp; Her eyes focused on Hood during his approach, reading his body language and gait.&nbsp; It did not carry any immediate hints of hostility but he wasn't flat-footed.&nbsp; That meant he was on his toes which was expected.&nbsp; At least he could discern her disadvantage too.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Threatening me?&nbsp; You'd be the first to fall if you tried.&nbsp; Or did you not pay attention to what you're surrounded by.&nbsp; Go ahead, take a look,"</em>&nbsp; She replied in response to his kneecap comment, implying the obvious.<br><br>The heroes simply had not noticed the plethora of vines slithering along the bank's interior, all possessing needles in the center of bloomed flowers that were pointed at them.&nbsp; It was difficult to count them all without directly focusing on them but it was enough to contest enough people.&nbsp; The other consideration was what they were laced with if they penetrated the skin.&nbsp; Both women had been using toxins during this encounter after all.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Maybe I can't get through those shields but even I know something awful can happen if they all decide to shoot at you.&nbsp; Hey, I'd probably be in harm's way too but that's what I signed up for,"</em> Thorn added before folding her arms with an exasperated exhale.<br><em>"If I tell you the situation, I want full pardon.&nbsp; The poison outside wasn't part of the deal when I agreed to help her.&nbsp; You guys know she doesn't value human life all too much but she's got her limits."</em><br><br>Suddenly, Thorn caught something bright and gold in color careening through the air aimed directly for her.&nbsp; Her immediate instinct was to move.&nbsp; Determining what it was was secondary to survival, inferior only to avoidance of pain.&nbsp; Initially, she flinched and her arms unfolded, left hand snapped to the sickle hanging from her waist and then she moved forward.&nbsp; She kicked off her lead foot and -- face planted a sudden object.&nbsp; She fell onto her rear and had a bewildered expression, frowning and staring at Aquaman's shield quizzically.&nbsp; Then the object careening towards her made impact and spared her the implied results.&nbsp; It came at the cost of imprisonment however, which she took note of after a quick analysis.<br><br>Aquaman asked the next set of questions, earning her a glare since he spoke in her defense.&nbsp; She concluded he was responsible for this spherical cage of gold.&nbsp; Every tactic of stalling or claim of opportunity in escape was deleted now.&nbsp; Then she witnessed the doppelgangers of Flash all blink out of sight one by one, leaving only Wally and Red Hood blocking off the closest exit.&nbsp; Keeping what dignity she <em>had</em>,&nbsp; Thorn picked herself off the ground, purposefully flashing a view of what was underneath the skirt to Red Hood.&nbsp; It was one half enjoy the view and one half kiss my ass, you didn't get to hit me.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Got no idea how to stop what's going on outside, unfortunately.&nbsp; All you need to know is that Ivy and I are doing this to save this city.&nbsp; I'd go over the details, but frankly, I don't really understand how to explain.&nbsp; I just understand that it's bad and my city's at risk too."</em><br><br>Flash made a quick dash for the tunnel Ivy had created, successfully pulling back the huge flower that swallowed her.&nbsp; Once it had emerged, it immediately opened up and Ivy stepped out.&nbsp; Judging from how she arrived, she had believed to have arrived at her chosen destination but her pause indicated the surprise despite a lack of facial shift.&nbsp; The woman's eyes flicked to each of the men inside and took note that Thorn had been captured.&nbsp; After realizing the situation, Ivy stood there before them in the buff with a relaxed posture.&nbsp; Slowly, vines from the flower slithered towards her feet and started to cover her intimate bits.&nbsp; The fight was lost.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I will not be imprisoned,"</em> Ivy said calmly.<br><em>"Not while Gotham and Metropolis are at risk from The Rot.&nbsp; Death comes for us, heroes and The Green's strength wanes.&nbsp; The Red has done what it can in the meantime but without its avatar, it's power is limited."</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Ivy was chosen as the new Avatar of the Green, some kind of plant collective consciousness or something.&nbsp; The Red is the animal's version,"</em>&nbsp; Thorn added while Ivy walked towards the golden bubble cage and placed her hand on it.<br><em>"Thank you for trying to buy me time, Rhosyn.&nbsp; You weren't hurt, were you?"</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Hey, we're both grown women.&nbsp; We can take a little pain.&nbsp; Also, why do you care?&nbsp; No offense."</em><br><br>Ivy pulled away from the shield, leaving the question unanswered and turned to the heroes.&nbsp; After a moment's pause, her eyes fell on the door and she raised her hand.&nbsp; Two more bulbs revealed themselves outside causing yet another plume of misty substance to rain upon the crowd.&nbsp; Instead of poisoning them, they all began to recover and look around with disoriented confusion.&nbsp; Many were beaten, some were injured and others had just been too wracked with pain to contribute in the violence.&nbsp; It seemed the heroes had won!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"In the new world, your idealism is reserved for fools and the naive.&nbsp; The enemies we will face with the death of your finest will be more difficult, more ruthless and more opportunistic than before.&nbsp; Sacrifices will be made,&nbsp; prices will be paid and lives will be lost.&nbsp; Know this, heroes.&nbsp; The very balance of life weighs in your decision to either help us or bring us to justice.&nbsp; I know what you need to know."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 08:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Booster Gold, Flash, Thorn, Ivy<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> Jason gets up in Ivy's face, demanding answers to her vague explanations and warnings.<br><hr><hr><br>Jason was still slowly moving into position, still full of confidence that they would win the day. At the very least, Thorn was being contained, and Jason was ready to follow Ivy down the rabbit-hole, to put an end to whatever she was planning. From behind him, he heard Aquaman's trident <em>thunk</em> down onto the marbled floors of the bank, and a glowing bubble of golden energy appeared around the wrathful redhead, though it wavered a moment later, as if the creator of this power was not well. Jason turned his head to glance back at Aquaman, and saw him using the trident as support, sagging heavily against the powerful weapon. It must have been the plumes of toxins that Ivy had unleashed outside, and he said a couple of silent thanks to the engineers who had designed it for him. He was Darth <em>fucking</em> Vader with this thing on, and it made him feel powerful. <br><br>He was coming close to the humming orb shield, wanting to look her in the eyes as she taunted them. The narrowed, glowing-white slits of his helmet could sometimes be unnerving to his enemies, and he wondered if she was intimidated, too. Likely not; Thorn seemed to be a step above the trash that had been gun-running for Ivy outside. He chuckled low as she intimated to the Red Hood that he wouldn't be successful if he tried to take her down, but he didn't respond, glancing his eyes up along the walls of the inner bank. Just as Thorn had said, the four heroes were surrounded by vines that were blooming with thick needles; In his mind's eye he imagined them springing from their blooms, raining down on all of them. He had been spared the poisonous effects of Ivy at least twice now, and thought that perhaps his luck would be running out soon; Jason put a hand on his hip, grasping the holstered grapnel he kept locked there, knowing he could make a very quick escape if it came to it. It wouldn't be the first time Red Hood had grappled up to his Bat-glider and disappeared within seconds. But he couldn't just leave Aquaman, Flash and Booster here by themselves. Jason didn't like abandoning allies that easily, and he especially didn't like the thought of Aquahog getting all the glory for this bust.<br><br>Thorn then mentioned that she would be willing to talk, though she had conditions. The situation wasn't fully resolved, though, as she could have been bluffing for time. What they really needed was to get Ivy, and just as Jason thought to hop down the tunnel she had created and give chase- the Bat-glider was giving him enough information about the tunnel as it could discern- Flash beat him to the punch, zooming down into the earth, and emerged with the flower that had borne her away earlier. Ivy stepped out, and the confusion on her face was one he wouldn't forget. She stepped forward and was soon covered in petals again, and Jason was walking slowly in her direction now. He took his hand away from his hip and held it at his side again, though he was just as effective and even lethal with his gun and his knife on his belt. <br><br>Then, Poison Ivy defiantly began to tell the assembled force of heroes what she had been trying, and it frankly left him confused. But she was in a talking mood, and not a fighting one, and Jason could at least appreciate that. Now, they could get down to answering some important questions: What was Ivy doing? <strong>"Avatars? The Green? The Red? Ivy, what-?"</strong> He began, but Thorn quickly interjected, explaining with a bit of hesitance, as if she didn't believe. Jason didn't know what to think; He had seen all kinds of fantastic things in this city, a lot of horrible things too. He had come back from the dead, but a lot of his skepticism had not made the return trip from hell, so what if this Avatar crap was real? He had to consider it. <br><br>She raised a hand, but Jason didn't see anything happen, not at first. It wasn't until he switched his view to the aerial sight of the Bat-glider that he could see a couple of new bulbs bloom and spew out their toxins. <strong>"Ivy..."</strong> Jason growled, stepping quickly towards her, ready to take her twiggy wrist and bend it behind her back until she was broken. But as this new poison was dispersed to the crowd of confused and retching civilians and police outside, the glider was taking samples of the air. It was a different substance from the two previous plumes she had thrown into the air, and he could see people who had been on the ground sobbing with sickness began to weakly rise to their feet, and help some of the others who weren't as quick. In her deluded mind, the ledger had been straightened; The crowd outside had been seemingly cured, and here she stood. Not ready to be taken into custody, but ready to talk. The Red Hood halted two feet in front of her, staring down at the villainess, and waited for her explanation. <br><br><strong>"Why should we help you, Ivy? You haven't given us anything solid to go on. So, start now. What did you need the money for?"</strong> He gestured towards the duffle bags she had failed to abscond with. <strong>"What is it that you're fighting? <em>The Rot?</em>"</strong> he asked incredulously, raising his right hand, slowly clenching it into a fist in front of her face. It crackled with electricity that arced between his knuckles. <strong>"Answers, or I'm taking you down right now."</strong> He was doing his best Bruce impression, his tone low, gravely, threatening. Maggie Sawyer was out there still, and he'd deliver this overgrown weed to her personally if she kept evading with these ridiculous riddles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 21:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman, Red Hood, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Booster almost gave Flash a thumbs up. Catching Ivy was a good job. Almost. Then he remembered the "Gold Lantern" and he stopped. THERE WOULD BE NO THUMBS UP UNTIL THAT MISTAKE WAS RECTIFIED. However, Ivy popped up and got his attention back. She said some things that... well... frankly, Booster didn't get. Villains were always spouting nonsense like that. They always had some explanation for why they should be forgiven. You didn't buy it. It was part of being a hero.<br><br>"Look Ivy... I don't really care why you think what you did was justified. I hate to be on the side of the tasteless fellow in the hood, but he's right. You robbed a bank. You poisoned a hurt dozens of people outside. You want to spout about the end of the world, get a Sandwich Board or a Picket Sign. You'll just be one more prophet of doom who is wrong. Cause nothing is going wrong in Gotham while Booster Gold is here to protect it."<br><br>Booster paused a moment, to let the light play off his white teeth and shining uniform.<br><br>"You, your friend, and your other accomplices are going to be tried by the Courts, and sentenced to prison. You can come along willingly, or you can put up some pointless resistance. You can't fight Orin and I. You can't out run the Flash's... well, I don't know who you are. Mini-flash? Flash 2? Anyways, you can't go faster then him. I don't care what you want, missy. You are going to take your punishment, be it bed with supper, or being tossed away and losing the key. If you come quietly, I'll testify as such. That's the best offer you are going to get."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 15:37:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hood, Flash, Ivy, Thorn.<br><strong>Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><hr><br>And just like that...they won. <br><br>The Flash managed to pull Ivy back from wherever it was that she was attempting to flee to, Thorn was imprisoned and about to apparently start talking and - if the sounds outside growing more muted and confused rather than loud and aggressive and violent was any indication - the weapon outside had either worn off or been negated somehow. They had successfully thwarted the bank robbery, saved the civilians and managed to actually avoid much collateral damage (at least, considering the situation outside; when everybody was fighting everybody else and there were large vines attacking everything in sight, <em>some</em> collateral damage was perhaps inevitable), and now the villains were at their mercy and ready to be taken into custody and tried for their crimes. Obviously if that police woman, Hood and Booster had anything to say about it, they'd be locked up in a Max Security Prison for the rest of their natural lives, and probably even longer...and they'd deserve every minute of it. Such a bioweapon should be considered a war crime to deploy - and he was speaking from the experience of somebody who had both used and endured such effects before - and that was nothing to say of the hundreds of injuries and sicknesses she had caused alone. Thorn would get a lesser sentence, but she would still be charged with aiding and abetting, resisting arrest and a smattering of other crimes that had been linked to her over the years. The heroes had arrived, confronted the villains and beaten them, and they were about to be arrested and carted off to the nearest secure jailing facility...and yet, Orin couldn't help but feel like they'd done anything <em>but</em> win.<br><br>Of course, saving the civilians outside from bloody, psychotic deaths was a victory and one that he would have taken even had Ivy gotten away in the end and was almost certainly the main priority when engaging a villain like Thorn or Ivy (that was, prevent any civilian deaths), but what they said about The Rot...well, it worried Orin. For one, Ivy seemed absolutely certain that it was approaching like some implacable plague and that she needed to prepare in order to fight it off properly, and Thorn certainly seemed to believe her. It could have been some elaborate ruse, of course - a fallback story to get them out of prison or to try and convince the heroes to help them instead of sending them to prison; Poseidon knows that Villains always had some justification or excuse as to why they did what they did, and as far as hero excuses go, "There's a bigger threat coming so we need to fight it together" <em>was</em> an effective way to get heroes to indeed band together - and Orin didn't feel like being taken for a ride. It could well be a lie, and a big one at that, but something about it bothered him; something didn't quite add up. Thorn was quite correct in that Ivy didn't <em>need</em> money, and that her agenda and Thorn's never intersected in the past. If The Rot was such a big threat, it could explain why the pair of them were in cahoots to rob a bank for money that they wouldn't ordinarily need. And Ivy being the Avatar of some primal force of nature certainly would explain her apparent spike in power if nothing else. And what if The Rot was the disaster that his Oracle's had warned him about? They had said that it was coming to Gotham, so...could they be connected? Ivy seemed worried about it, and if what he heard about her was true, she rarely got worried or nervous about anything (at least, as far as was externally visible). Take right then; she was surrounded by four powerful heroes, her only ally was trapped in a golden cage and she seemed more worried about The Rot than them. Curious.<br><br>Of course, he couldn't just take her word for it, now could he? He'd need some pretty big evidence that this "Rot" wasn't just a made-up piece of nonsense designed to distract or unnerve the heroes, or just a stalling tactic before something else happened that swung the odds in Ivy's favour again. He wasn't a powerful enough telepath to force the answers out of her and M'gann was off somewhere hopefully being treated for whatever had struck her down - he pushed the worry to the back of his mind; he had more pressing things to deal with, as much as it hurt him not to go looking for her - so he couldn't enlist her aid...so how could he possibly determine whether she was telling the truth...? Ah! Of course! Telepathy was only one way to ensure that somebody was being honest; whilst there was technology that indicated whether somebody was lying and somebody who was good enough at facial feature reading to indicate whether somebody was being completely honest, Orin didn't have access to the advanced technology of his people or have the skills required to read faces. What he <em>did</em> have was a powerful Sorcerer within the very city; only a few months ago, his own Mage Marshal and personal Second In Command of Atlantis, Garth, had arrived in order to support Orin in his search for whatever Calamity was about to occur...Mage Marshal Tempest, as he liked to be called, was perhaps the most powerful sorcerer that Atlantis had produced since it fell into the sea millennia ago and if anybody could cast the necessary spells, it would be him; he knew of a spell that created a circle of varying size that forced the occupier to answer any question truthfully. If they didn't answer they weren't compelled to, but sometimes a non-answer told you far more than any denial ever could. They could enlist Garth's help to ensure that Ivy and Thorn were telling the truth. If they weren't, prison. If they were...then they'd figure out what to do after that. <br><br>But first, he had to make sure that neither Booster nor Hood did anything stupid or psychopathic respectively. Booster, at that point, was only grandstanding; he'd get to him in a second. But Hood was starting to get on Orin's nerves with his constant tactic of threatening violence. Was this moron really trained by Batman? He seemed to have no restraint, no finesse and no real understanding of how interrogations worked. If you were the one getting emotional and riled up and aggressive, then you were obviously doing a very poor job of questioning the subject; quick, sharp bursts of emotion were effective in the right context, but with somebody as unflappable and competent as Ivy? You were just making a fool of yourself, much like a child stomping his foot and demanding that people be "weawwy scawed" of him because he was "angwy" and "super sewious." It was pathetic. Yes, his dislike of the man may have been colouring his view, but really...did everything Hood said have to be said in the language of thugs attempting to collect protection money from some poor shopkeeper? Honestly, what was the difference between saying "Tell me what you know or I'll break your legs" and "Pay me the money you owe or I break your legs?" The ends don't justify the means. Orin learned that the hard way. First thing was first, then; make sure that Hood couldn't follow up on that threat, and that Ivy couldn't cause any issues if they got distracted. His trident glowed again as his shield shrunk by a foot or two - compacting it into a much smaller area, only a little bigger than him - and the one that was housing Thorn pulsed and grew. The shield pushed out a few feet in only a second or so, pulsing once and being just behind Ivy, then pulsing a second time and suddenly encasing Ivy as well....though he did place a dividing wall between Thorn and Ivy, just in case. More for their own protection from the psychopath threatening torture, of course, but still; you could never put it past Ivy not to have another trick up her sleeve.<br><br>"Does every word out of your mouth have to end in a thuggish threat, Hood?" he asked, turning his head towards Hood. His tone of voice was not exactly impressed. "And even if she answered, would you believe her? For all we know, she's making the entire thing up." He took a step closer, his shield following along with him, so that his shield was almost touching the shield containing Ivy and Thorn. He glanced at Booster. "However, we cannot simply turn them over to the Justice System without ascertaining whether their claims have any hint of truth. You may grandstand all you like, Booster, but to invite danger without gathering any intelligence on what you will face is foolishness of the highest order." <em>Besides,</em> he thought, <em>where's the guarantee that he'll still be here if the Rot is real and does arrive? He wasn't there when the JLA needed him to fight Darkseid.</em> A nasty thought, and one that he didn't bother airing; sniping at Booster did nothing worthy of note other than create tension among the trio, and they needed to remain calm and civilised, for the moment. He looked back at Thorn and Ivy. "Of course, you would understand if we refused to believe a word that you say, would you not? You are, after all, only volunteering this information after being captured, so you have a vested interest in convincing us that your robbery was necessary to protect the city as a whole, especially after trying to destroy it so many times." He paused, looking around the room, then returned his gaze to Ivy and Thorn, his eyes never leaving their faces. He was in a battlefield, and they were enemies; he had no interest in their physical beauty. For one thing, if he needed to engage in carnal activities, there were surely plenty of willing partners in the city that <em>didn't</em> want to kill him. These two? He wouldn't trust them to not slit his throat while he was sleeping or, in Ivy's case, attempt to bite his head off at the moment of climax like a Preying Mantis.<br><br>"Of course, if there is even a hint of truth to what they are claiming...then we need to be prepared, and gather all the information we can. We need to know what they know, if they are telling the truth, but we can't trust them to do exactly that...which is why I have a suggestion." He glanced at Hood and Booster. "My Mage Marshal, Tempest, is in Gotham. We take the prisoners to him, and he places them inside a Ring Of Truth, an enchanted circle within which it is impossible to lie. We question them extensively within that circle, and ascertain whether they are telling the truth about The Rot, The Green and The Red...and we decide what to do from there onwards, depending on what we learn." He looked back at the pair of women. "I would usually inquire as to whether you would submit to such a test, but considering your crimes and just what you did to those people outside, you <em>don't</em> have a choice. If The Rot is real and is coming, we need to know what it is, what it can do and how to stop it...and we need to be able to trust the answers. Your permission and cooperation is not a factor." He turned his head to look back at Hood, Booster and Flash...they needed extra information, and it was something that they couldn't let Ivy or Thorn know, just in case they used it somehow. He hated doing it, but he opened up a telepathic communication line with the trio of them. He did his best to ignore the fact that he was now sharing a Brainspace with the psychopath in the Red Mask. <br><em>I'm inclined to give them a chance to make their case,</em> he Sent, <em>just in case. The Atlantean Oracles claim that a Calamity is headed straight for Gotham, and that if it isn't stopped, it could destroy the entire planet...and Atlantean Oracles are very, very rarely wrong. If there's even a chance that The Rot is this Calamity, it bears investigating and if it is, in fact, real...we need to know what Ivy knows.</em> He lifted an eyebrow at them. He could very well just take Ivy and Thorn and leave himself against their wishes...but then he'd have a trio of powerful heroes that were pissed off at him, and that wouldn't exactly make his life easier. It would be much simpler and easier if they agreed to his suggestion...otherwise, things could get messy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 15:42:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111119363/3316284-ivy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/29837/765808-thorn1_new.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Pamela Isley &amp; Rhosyn Forrest<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Poison Ivy &amp; Thorn<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2015 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Flash,&nbsp; Booster Gold<br><strong>Music:</strong>&nbsp; Rise of the Thorns (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ajAZG6FGWM)<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><strong>Who Are They?</strong></div>Poison Ivy is one of the world's most prominent eco-terrorists with an obsession in plants, botany, and environmentalism.&nbsp; What isn't known is Poison Ivy is a Guardian of the Green and that she was inactive for five years.&nbsp; |&nbsp; Serving Metropolis' vigilante population, Thorn has a case Dissociative Identity Disorder and has spent her efforts hunting down the 100.&nbsp; What has brought these two together?<hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>W</strong>hen Red Hood began stepping towards her,&nbsp; Poison Ivy anchored her gaze on him.&nbsp; He spoke her name with animosity dripping off the tongue.&nbsp; She surveyed his body language and tone, suggesting an eagerness to inflict pain yet there was an emotionally collected demeanor in his gait.&nbsp; He was confused.&nbsp; That became further apparent after he stopped outside of her reach and stared her down.&nbsp; She could only picture Todd's face behind the crimson, reflecting helmet he wore.&nbsp; Perhaps it had a vertical crease between the brow, as if he had been struck and not yet recovered.&nbsp; An incredulous stare, originating from her prior explanation then reinforced at her antitoxin use.<br><br>While Todd calmly inquired more information out of Ivy,&nbsp; Thorn's looked to Aquaman.&nbsp; The abrupt change in luminosity from the trident caught her eyes, knowing it was the source of the imprisoning barrier around her.&nbsp; Following it, Aquaman's defensive barrier shrunk in size while hers enlarged.&nbsp; Thorn was no where near as conniving as Ivy, but she made the immediate note of certain things.&nbsp; The shield had pulsed twice, most likely signifying moments of escape for an opportunist.&nbsp; It may not be necessary now but in the event she crosses path with Aquaman again, she'd remember that.&nbsp; Once the second pulse occurred, she surveyed what changed.&nbsp; There was now a part of the barrier around Ivy, separating her from Red Hood but there was also a division.&nbsp; What seemed more peculiar, however, was the lack of reaction out of Ivy.&nbsp; Even Thorn had to admit the woman's tranquility in this situation seemed out of place.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"You are not required to help me,"</em>&nbsp; Ivy replied to Todd, initially answering why they should help her.<br><em>Your confusion is not misplaced either.&nbsp; The money is to invest in terraforming technology developed by the Kryptonians, but reverse-engineered to benefit our atmosphere.&nbsp; An investment, you could say, in case of worst-case scenario."</em><br><br>Booster Gold was next to speak his mind, speaking more eloquently than before which removed an illusion to his lack of intelligence.&nbsp; Not that there was much there to begin with.&nbsp; One does not use technology of that caliber without having a grasp of science or mathematics easily.&nbsp; However, Ivy chose to ignore his boasts of trials, courts and prison sentences.&nbsp; He was a fool if he believed her capable of being imprisoned as the Avatar of the Green.&nbsp; Though, in hindsight, he knew nothing of her new power so it was to be expected.&nbsp; Thorn did not share her sentiment.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Your either as stupid as you pretend to be or you're blind by your arrogance.&nbsp; The only reason you don't see what's wrong in Gotham is because the place is perfect for what's going -"</em> Thorn began to say, but trailed off once Ivy rose a placating hand.<br><br>It came Aquaman's time to speak, respectfully given his chance through the action.&nbsp; Ivy held no animosity towards these heroes.&nbsp; They, similar to her, spoke and acted on the impulse of heart.&nbsp; She had lost the battle and though she was confident in her belief to escape, she saw little merit in running.&nbsp; Allow them time to believe themselves the victor and think they have leverage with the ascertained bags of stolen money over her.&nbsp; It was giving her the time to explain the grizzly details.&nbsp; Aquaman spoke of his 'Marshall', whom he claimed to be in possession of an artifact that would compel her to speak truth.&nbsp; Then came the warning, veiled behind diplomatic vernacular.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"By all means, conduct your test but you'll find your paranoia as misplaced as the boy's confusion.&nbsp; Surely you've realized that my power is much greater than before.&nbsp; I do not believe you are all idiots.&nbsp; All evidence you need is in front of you.&nbsp; In fact."</em><br><br>Suddenly, Ivy was elsewhere.&nbsp; It all happened quickly, within fractions of a second.&nbsp; Despite Aquaman's place of a barrier, vines emerged at her feet and swallowed her before shrinking back down only to reappear next to the collection of money-filled bags.&nbsp; There, the vines retracted into the ground again and Ivy held out a hand, palms facing the ceiling. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I still have a choice to be here or not.&nbsp; I choose to be because of the risk.&nbsp; Observe,"</em>&nbsp; she told them after her apparent teleportation.<br><em>"The Green, as Rhosyn explained, is a collective consciousness to all plant-life on Earth.&nbsp; An elemental force which connects them to me by virtue of being one of its chosen.&nbsp; There are other forces like it, such as The Red.&nbsp; That is the force which connects animal-life.&nbsp; The Rot, however, connects death.&nbsp; Death to animal and plant alike.&nbsp; In recent history, one of its agents has killed those like me that were chosen.&nbsp; As it stands, it is widely unopposed."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 22:06:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Flash-Wally.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:16<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poison Ivy, Thorn, Booster Gold, Orin, Red Hood, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>"Booster Gold?&nbsp; Is <em>that</em> your name?&nbsp; Huh... and here I thought you just had a custom-made Lantern uniform.&nbsp; My bad," Flash shrugged as soon as he heard Booster Gold mention his own name.&nbsp; When asked for clarification of his name in return, Flash crossed his arms and said, "I'm Flash the third, actually.&nbsp; Currently the fastest man alive."<br><br>Wally listened intently to what was going on, allowing Orin to take charge of the discussion as to how to best deal with Poison Ivy and Thorn.&nbsp; He trusted the judgement of the more experienced superhero.&nbsp; Imagine his surprise when Orin started telepathically communicating with the other heroes, including himself.&nbsp; What was that about a prophecy?&nbsp; How many of those were there?&nbsp; Wait... what was that about the planet getting destroyed?&nbsp; How did stopping a simple bank heist suddenly get turned into a mission to save the world?<br><br>Poison Ivy's explanation didn't help much either.&nbsp; When Ivy suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to the collection of money-filled bags, Flash immediately braced himself.&nbsp; Anticipating some kind of counter-attack, he zipped from his original position and reappeared right behind the petal-clad villainess.&nbsp; He found himself hesitating, however, as soon as Ivy continued her explanation.&nbsp; He looked over toward the others and asked, "Is this making any sense to any of you?&nbsp; Actually, if Green is plants, Red is animals, then... is there a Blue to represent water?&nbsp; Well... whatever.&nbsp; I vote we put her through Tempest's test.&nbsp; If it turns out she's lying, we throw her in the slammer.&nbsp; If not, we let everyone else know and work together.&nbsp; Simple as that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 04:58:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qtPJoVJ.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin, Booster Gold, Red Hood, Flash, Thorn, Ivy<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r leaves her modeling gig when she hears about the incident at the bank and sees several friends involved. Kori enters the GCB through the hole Michael blew into the ceiling earlier and asks what she can do for help, suggesting she could burn away the flora that Ivy has spawned around them.<hr><hr><br>Her day had been somewhat dull and business-like, until she had seen the news on a large video display downtown. Koriand'r had spent several hours with a photographer in the studio, taking what must have been a thousand stills of Koriand'r posing with a product. Some kind of new, flavored mineral water; It had tasted wonderful to the alien princess, which probably meant it was too sugary if it had meant to be a healthy drink. They had her in several outfits, ranging from swimsuits, to business-casual, to jeans and a tight t-shirt, to something that made her look like a backup dancer (http://i.imgur.com/12nxOHS.jpg) in a Gwen Stefani video. <br><br>After so many takes, she needed a break, and took one of the fruit-flavored waters that they had been using as a prop to the photographer's balcony. <strong>"Miss Kori!"</strong> The woman protested... The alien had already drank two of them, and they were supposed to get a shot with every single color of bottle! In mid-October, this late in the evening, it was too late for Kori to stand beneath the sun and absorb its warmth, the distant sunset blotted out by the jagged skyline making her frown.<br><br>That's when Vicki Vale came onto the news in an emergency bulletin; Kori took off from the balcony and went down the block, hovering in front of the humongous screen as Vicki reported the incident at the Gotham Central Bank. Humans on the street below began to yell at her, some angry that she was blocking their view of the scene, others just generally nasty, seeking any chance they can get to disparage a non-human and get away with it. But Kori was distracted, orange eye-brows furrowed with concentration as she examined what was happening. Apparently, Poison Ivy had been trying to rob the largest bank in Gotham. Several heroes appeared on the scene not long afterwards, and she recognized almost all of them. <strong>"Oh, Orin! Jason! M'gann! Michael!"</strong> Soon, the battle became... Violent, and Koriand'r didn't stick around long past the plume of toxins that began to spray across the crowd. She was already racing towards Mid-town Gotham, a brilliant contrail of fire blooming from behind her. She was still wearing the silly hip-hop outfit, and at least took the time to pull the hat and the bandana off of her head as she jetted over the downtown.<br><br>It took her a few minutes, and by the time Koriand'r arrived, she didn't see any of the heroes from before, or Poison Ivy, but there was a big hole in the roof of the bank, and there were several police officers staked outside of the front doors, as if the action had gone inside. Kori flew over the scene and descended into the bank, where... The situation already seemed under control. Orin was cloaked in a golden shield, and another woman held within a similar dome; Ivy was free, but did not seem hostile, even as Red Hood was right in her face... She had helped Jason Todd a couple of times in Hong Kong more than two years ago, and knew that any threats he might have given here weren't likely bluffs. Michael Carter, or Booster Gold as he called himself, was also there, as dashing as he'd ever been. And there was another... <strong>"Flash?"</strong> She questioned, but she knew that Jay Garrick had died with Bruce and Kal-El and Princess Diana. <br><br>She shook her head, figuring that it didn't really matter. Instead, Koriand'r looked between three of the four men present that she knew, not sure who claimed to be in charge. <strong>"Let me know what I can do to help. I could burn these nasty-looking plants on the walls,"</strong> she suggested, gesturing towards the needle blossoms coating the interior of the GCB.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 06:20:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman, Red Hood, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Booster had rolled his eyes at Thorn's little insult, but not responded otherwise. He wasn't going to be baited out by a flunky. He shrugged at Orin. He supposed interrogating them was fine, as far as it went. But he wasn't about to let Ivy get away Scot Free at the end of this, no matter what she intended. Things didn't play out like that. Flash got a long... very annoyed look. Nothing more, however, because someone who was as red as Flash, but far, far more good looking (in Booster's opinion) got his attention.<br><br>"Hey Kori. Pleasure as always. I'd advise holding that in reserve. For now. Orin wants to chit chat with with Miss Ivy, and he gets terribly grumpy when he doesn't get his way."<br><br>Booster winked at her, and Orin, doing his best to be irreverent. Ivy may have hooked Orin's interest, but Booster didn't buy it. She was trying to wriggle her way out of this and while Ivy could wriggle well (very well, with that figure) Booster wasn't about to put aside the whole 'mass poisoning and bank robbery' incident. He looked at her, giving a grin. He did like her showing Orin that his magic wasn't the end all and be all of things. The fellow could get a bit big headed with his "I AM THE KING OF THE OCEAN" schtick.<br><br>"Okay. So the embodiment of the cessation of Life is wandering around Gotham, and wants to murder you? Great. So why rob a bank and poison a crowd of people? To get our attention? And what do you expect us to do it about it. Protect you, or kill this fellow? I'm just not following the logical chain here, lady."<br><br>Booster said, pushing back on this mystical mumbo jumbo. Sure. Sometimes mumbo jumbo was right. But you couldn't just swallow it wholesale. Logic had a place to play, even in the 21st century.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 02:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aquaman, Booster Gold, Flash, Thorn, Ivy<br><hr><hr><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong> Jason listens to Orin and Ivy, and decides it would be best to investigate into her claims to see if there is any validity to them. Despite the animosity between him and Orin, Jason respects Atlantis and its oracles, so he'll allow Orin to interrogate Ivy in his own method. Before departing from the battleground, he gives Orin something to consider<br><hr><hr><br>His anger was slowly diffusing, replaced by confusion and frustration. He felt he had no allies here, merely other people with goals that vaguely paralleled his own. Orin was pushing his buttons, and it took resolve borne from years of training to keep from jumping him. But he had to fight down the urge that he had developed as a desperate youth from the Narrows, to physically put down anyone who tarnished his name, because back then, a name was all a street kid really had. He gave a visible shake of the head; There would be no winning if he fought Orin, but that didn't mean he had to like it. <br><br>As if having to listen to his spoken words wasn't annoying enough, soon the King of Atlantis began to talk into his head. Jason gave a couple sharp raps to his helmet, wondering if it was just some static he was dreaming of that he could shake loose, but no, <em>of course</em> this arrogant metahuman could telepathically communicate. <strong>"Mmph,"</strong> Jason grunted, cut off from Ivy thanks to a new golden bubble swaddling her, instead taking to angrily pacing along the perimeter of both of their golden bubbles, the popping of his knuckles loud as he cracked them within his gloves. When the mental intrusion was over, Jason had been apprised of Orin's report of some sort of prophecy or warning against Gotham. A 'Calamity'. As much as Jason despised the King of Atlantis, he knew to heed the warnings of their oracles, at least. It had been one of the last 'normal' interactions between Jason and Bruce, after Batman and the JLA had returned to the surface after visiting Atlantis. Jason had been more than interested to hear about the kingdom at the bottom of the ocean, about the society that had been just a myth for centuries upon centuries, and Bruce had spoken with appreciation about the wise ones called the Oracles. <br><br>Ivy's description of the 'Rot', as well as the 'Green', the 'Red', were all beginning to affect him too, and when she easily disappeared from her golden cage to reappear next to the duffelbags of money that she had appropriated earlier, he was more inclined to agree that perhaps they should consider what Ivy had to say. <strong>"All right, all right,"</strong> he finally conceded, giving one last long glance at Ivy, who had demonstrated her impressive new abilities but did not seem hostile any longer, and in fact seemed cooperative, to a limit. Jason was teetering on a decision, to stay there to help ensure Ivy's cooperation, or to leave to begin his own investigation into her claims, when a taper of flames burst through the ceiling, settling into a hover over the assembled band of heroes and their quarry for the night. Princess Koriand'r; He had known her from before his death as Dick's on and off girlfriend, but nothing more than that. It wasn't until four years after his death, in 2013, that he had actually worked with her; He was running afoul of some of Hong Kong's elite assassins, hired by the wealthiest gangs native to the city, after he had tried to assume control of them... She had helped him through a tough jam, and he emerged considerably richer from it, and had even managed to declaw some of the most dangerous outfits the trade city had to offer. Ironically, she had just arrived, and she was the soundest ally he had present... Which affirmed his decision to leave.<br><br>Jason's boots crunched across the rubble strewn across the bank floor by the exploded ceiling, coming closer to Orin; There were several feet separating them, but Jason was thought he was maybe an inch taller than the Atlantean, only thanks to the boots on his feet, if anything. He had previously been sure that if the two crossed paths again, he'd put the troublesome Atlantean in a world of pain, but it seemed they were going to be forced to be allies, if at least just for this case. Still, there was no love lost between them. <strong>"You do what you need to do to corroborate their stories about this Red and Green stuff. I've got plenty of Batman and Justice League archives I'll pore through back at my base, see if I can find anything more. I'll stay in touch."</strong> As he spoke, he had been turning his head, to address Booster, Flash, and Starfire, as well as Orin. <br><br>But he focused on the king of Atlantis at the end, hand going to his hip... To emerge with the grapnel gun. <strong>"As inhumane as you think my tactics can be, just consider what you're about to do to Ivy. You're going to strip her of her free will. Force her to answer your questions in a manner that she can't refuse. It's not ethical by a country mile."</strong> He casually tossed the gun between both hands, ready to use it, but waiting to get in his final words. <strong>"So the next time you want to talk down to me, you <em>deserting coward</em>, just keep in mind that we're not as different as you like to imagine. And next time I see you alone, let's settle this like humans; no magic."</strong> He kicked out with his left foot, scattering detritus from the ground to clash against his flickering golden shield. Then, he put his left hand into the air, and fired his grapnel; Within 1200 milliseconds, he had shot from his position on the ground up to the Bat-glider, hovering a few hundred feet above the Gotham Central Bank. As soon as he had secured a handhold on the vehicle, it began to veer west-northwest of Gotham City, towards Wayne Manor and the Batcave, where he would do his own homework on Ivy's claims.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 13:15:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:16<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hood, Flash, Ivy, Thorn, Kori.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Barely managing to suppress his rage at Hood, Orin instead focuses on the matter at hand. He dispatches a Seagull to contact Garth, then creates a portal to the GCPD; should the heroes decide to follow his idea, the portal will take them directly to the GCPD with little delay. <br><hr><hr><br>Well...that didn't exactly go to plan. Whilst Thorn is still imprisoned, apparently Ivy now had the ability to teleport at will, seemingly being immune to imprisonment at least to the extent that she could escape his magical prison. At least that gave him some insight into that particular method of travel; since the cage extended below the Earth and - hypothetically - prevented any physical passage through it, he could at least theorise that her teleportation was exactly that, rather than any kind of physical transportation beneath the ground; the vines might have served as a medium for her transportation, but they were not the vehicle or method of her movement, so any physical barriers between her and her destination were largely irrelevant. But that begged the question; if she could transport herself at will through any obstacle instantaneously - or near enough - why hadn't she used that to escape the first time, instead using that giant flower as a method of exit? The former couldn't be pulled back, that he could see, but the latter could be so...why? Had she wanted to be pulled back? But then, why look surprised when she realised that she was back where she started? An act? But what possible reason could she have for that? No, that didn't add up. Perhaps she couldn't take things with her in the case of the former, so she had to take the "slow way" if she wanted to have something or someone accompany her? That would explain things, though he wasn't entirely happy with it as an explanation but he couldn't put his finger on it....no matter. She could evidently escape his clutches, at least, whenever she wanted...which meant that she was more than likely either playing a long game...or was utterly sincere in what she was telling them. He wasn't sure which one he would prefer.<br><br>He heard Kori arrive, of course - as well as picking up on her presence through his low-level telepathic field - but he didn't have the time to greet her at that moment. He turned his head and gave her a brief smile of acknowledgement, of course, but other than that...long-winded greetings would have to wait. There was something else bothering him, and it was driving him insane. Something Ivy had said had jiggled something in his memory and he was determined to somehow shake it loose..."The Green," "The Red," "The Rot...." all of them sounded vaguely familiar, if he was honest, but he couldn't think of why. Perhaps something Garth had said, or the Oracles? It wouldn't have been about the nebulous Doom approaching, he knew that much, but...it <em>sounded</em> familiar. From what they were saying, The Green connected all plant-life, and The Red connected all Animal life. The Rot, it sounded like, represented death and decay just as the other two represented facets of life...something about that explanation was bothering him. A frown flitted across his face momentarily....and then it hit him. Something his Father talked about, and something Garth had explained to him once, during the Schism; there were primal forces that governed the elements and life and death and constantly vied for their own personal interests, kept in balance by the others. The reason "The Green" and "The Red" sounded so familiar was because it sounded a lot like what his sorcerers informed him was called "The Clear," which was the overseeing "council," of sorts, of the Oceans and all Aquatic life. Nobody knew much about them other than they existed, but...well, it sounded a lot like the one of the "Other Forces" that Ivy mentioned. He could always mention it, ask about it...if she said yes and corroborated what he knew, then he'd know that if she was lying, it was an elaborate lie based in truth. If she contradicted what he knew...well, they were back at Square One, and would get the truth out of them via the Circle. No big deal either way.<br><br>He opened his mouth to speak...and then that psychopath Red Hood decided to open his mouth before - wisely - making a hasty exit. Because honestly? Had he stayed any longer, Orin might well have decided to break one of his guiding rules and killed the arrogant fool right there and then. His eyes flashed murderously at Hoods back as he retreated, almost incandescent with rage. The trident pulsed softly as his extreme emotions threatened to get the better of him, and the golden cage around Thorn actually ended up constricting a little, before fluctuating back to its default state. How <em>dare</em> that cretinous, cowardly Jellyfish speak to him in such a manner, when he is characteristically ignorant of anything more complicated than how to pull the trigger on one of his cute little toys! First of all, his "We're not so different" nonsense rings hollow for one simple reason; the Circle doesn't compel an answer, it just detects and prevents lies. It doesn't force anybody to speak at all, so not answering is always a viable option within that circle...it's no different to being placed on one of the human lie detectors, in that you can try to lie, but it will likely be detected. It's just a...more effective version. There's a difference between putting somebody in a lie detector and detaining them for crimes they have committed and actively torturing or executing them. The fact that Red Hood believes them to be equatable just shows his lack of understanding for the severity of what he does; he unnecessarily injures and kills people with little to no remorse and no understanding of just how serious that is. Orin, personally, would rather let a guilty person live than risk killing an innocent. Killing and "physical compulsion" is sometimes necessary, yes, but it should never be relished and it should never be the first resort as it seems to be with Hood, and it should certainly not be relished as much as Hood seems to. <br><br>But that is a minor niggle compared to just what Hood decides to say to him before he leaves, and he's halfway tempted to pursue him and give him a thing or two to think about; Hood wouldn't stand a chance if Orin were to follow him back to his base and throw him through a few walls, now would he? Then maybe they could have a long overdue chat about why you <em>don't</em> antagonise somebody who could snap your neck with his left hand. Deserting Coward? <em>Deserting Coward?!</em> While that arrogant, posturing <em>fool</em> was swanning about on the surface playing Judge, Jury and Executioner, Orin was fighting a war the likes of which Hood would likely never see! He saw and did things that Hood would balk at, and he did not appreciate being accused of cowardice and desertion by somebody ignorant of what was happening, and of somebody who seems unable to grasp the simple notion of "Torture is usually not ok." And for somebody who claimed to want to "settle it like humans," he could almost guarantee that he would be packing some kind of little gadget designed to give him an edge rather than "settling it like a man," making him a hypocrite on top of everything else. Next time they see each other, he would indeed "settle it like a man," but he would settle it like an Atlantean, not a man...and that would mean a few more broken bones on Jason's part. Maybe a broken femur and a cracked rib or six would teach him some proper respect. He grit his teeth, murder still flashing through the brain...there was a time when he would have sent somebody to the infirmary for such an insult - accusations of cowardice had been grounds for duels to the death in Atlantis's not-so-distant past, and was still seen as one of the worst things you could say to somebody, let alone an officer or commander in the military - but he forcibly restrained himself. No. He was no longer that person. He was not brash and arrogant and prideful. He was a King, and he needed to exercise restraint. He and Hood would settle things later, he had no doubt, but now was not the time for that. <br><br>He drew in a deep, steadying breath, closing his eyes for a moment to allow himself time to recover - deciding to ignore Booster; it was not a good time for his intolerable smarm - before his eyes flicked open again. The anger was still present in his stiff posture and furious eyes, but he turned towards Ivy and managed to keep his tone level. "The only evidence we have is that you are more powerful, Ivy. That does not mean you are being truthful about how you came into such power, or your connection to this 'Green.' I am inclined to hear you out, if nothing else, and am even willing to accept this 'Green's' existence, if it is anything like what my Sorcerers call 'The Clear.' However, we still need to make certain that you are telling the truth before we decide whether or not to aid in the struggle." After all, even if he was inclined to believe that The Green and The Red and The Rot were real, that didn't mean that Ivy was necessarily acting on The Green's behalf. You could use aspects of the truth to spin a convincing lie, after all. "Suspicion when faced with an extraordinary claim posed by an individual who is so often at odds with the safety of those we protect is only healthy, after all. We need to be <em>sure</em> you're telling the truth." He glanced into the sky and - mercifully - found what he was looking for; he reached out with his telepathy and touched the small seagulls mind, bidding it to approach, which it dutifully did, alighting on his finger as he lifted his hand for it to perch on. People often mistook his telepathic abilities for "talking to fish," which used to annoy him in his younger, brasher days, when in actual fact it's more like communication <em>and command</em> of any life that lives on or under the water...and that includes both birds and amphibians, too. Hence, the gull; it spent the majority of its life near or on water, which gave Orin authority over it...of course, he tried to avoid using his Command ability; a good King needs only ask rather than compel. After giving the Gull its instructions telepathically - namely, to find Garth at his home and tell him to meet them outside the Gotham City Police Precinct - he lifted his hand up, allowing the Gull to launch itself into the air and fly into Gotham. He didn't know whether Garth had a phone number or anything like that, and he didn't have his on him anyway, so...it was better to be safe than sorry. He turned his head to look at the remaining heroes.<br><br>"That Gull will find Garth and instruct him to meet us at the Gotham City Precinct. It seems as good a place as any to take Ivy and Thorn at first, at least." He took a step backwards, and gestured with his trident; a moment later, a large, horizontally suspended pool of water, about eight feet tall and six feet across, shimmering in the air. Another wave of his trident had the water pulse a little, it being transformed into a portal that led to the fountain just outside the GCPD; once they stepped through that water, they would emerge at their destination, albeit a tad damp and possibly disorientated from the change in orientation. But he could handle the former; control of water meant that he never had to slow-dry his clothes, at least. It struck him for a moment how similar his teleportation was to Ivy's - she moved through plants and he through water - and considered idly whether, if her teleportation was facilitated by this "Green," his was made possible by some kind of connection to The Clear, if they were indeed of the same nature, but discarded it as irrelevant at that moment in time. They needed to know whether Ivy was telling the truth, first. He glanced at the assorted heroes and - in Ivy and Thorn's case - villains. "That portal will take us to the GCPD," he explained, "If everybody is in agreement?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 16:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111119363/3316284-ivy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/29837/765808-thorn1_new.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Pamela Isley &amp; Rhosyn Forrest<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Poison Ivy &amp; Thorn<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Green<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday October 17, 2015 | 2015 Hours<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Central Bank | Interior<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aquaman,&nbsp; Red Hood,&nbsp; Flash,&nbsp; Booster Gold<br><strong>Music:</strong>&nbsp; Rise of the Thorns (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ajAZG6FGWM)<br><hr><hr><div align="center"><strong>Who Are They?</strong></div>Poison Ivy is one of the world's most prominent eco-terrorists with an obsession in plants, botany, and environmentalism.&nbsp; What isn't known is Poison Ivy is a Guardian of the Green and that she was inactive for five years.&nbsp; |&nbsp; Serving Metropolis' vigilante population, Thorn has a case Dissociative Identity Disorder and has spent her efforts hunting down the 100.<hr><hr><br><br>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>I</strong></span></span>vy turned her attention on Boostar first, giving direct eye contact.&nbsp; Her expression was still one of an emotional void, apathetic and serene.&nbsp; His questions were presumptuous, clearly derived from the lack of comprehension innate in men of his disposition.&nbsp; It could also be his dispassionate stance about the scene.&nbsp; Only fools ignore the words of those you fight with.&nbsp; Rhosyn sighed at the man's overbearing moral compass.&nbsp; Such a blind faith to law when it only stifles the process to detain or prevent criminal activity.&nbsp; Hence why she worked the streets of Metropolis, focusing attention on the 100 on her terms.&nbsp; Still, she did not speak yet.&nbsp; She simply bristled in irritation.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"No,"</em>&nbsp; Ivy answered, giving a nod in Gold's direction.&nbsp; <em>"I am not a target.&nbsp; At least, to my knowledge.&nbsp; I am not an Avatar;&nbsp; simply a chosen second to ensure the plant-life's survival.&nbsp; An act that puts me at odds with the carless who destroy forests without thought or remorse."</em><br><br>Ivy stepped forward, pacing at a calm gait.&nbsp; Her posture was still not of hostility, but of burden and confidence.&nbsp; She seemed to have no actual destination during the pacing, but was intent to pace regardless.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a necessity to move - be active.&nbsp; It was only seconds later that the truth revealed itself.&nbsp; She raised a hand with an exasperated exhale via nostril.&nbsp; The vineyards and plants encompassing the bank slowly writhed and began to sink into the ground.&nbsp; A gentle smile spread on Ivy's lips once they were all out of sight before looking towards Hood's departure.&nbsp; She watched him until she caught the King of Atlantis' reaction to speech.<br><br>In-fighting.&nbsp; Exploitations.&nbsp; Instigations.&nbsp; Strategy.&nbsp; Extortion.&nbsp; All words given variable levels of success if executed.&nbsp; Every bit of information was a weapon.&nbsp; If you ask most people what makes the world spin, they'll say money.&nbsp; Money's only a material form given to almost all forms of weaponry but the truth is - information was the most rich commodity.&nbsp; You need information to make money.&nbsp; You need information on what to spend money on.&nbsp; You need information to help yourself grow and change.&nbsp; You need information to learn how to survive.&nbsp; As tantalizing as the prospect was, those days were behind Ivy so she said nothing, but saw no fault in lingering gaze on Orin to ensure he realized the error he displayed.&nbsp; Arrogance and inflated sense of importance was one of the easiest human aspects to manipulate and affect.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I chose the bank because I required the funding.&nbsp; If you believe that I will receive a loan large enough to make my investment, then you truly are ignorant.&nbsp; Not to mention, previous history during my younger days would make such a thing incredibly difficult.&nbsp; Better and easier to simply take in the interest of my counter-measures against The Rot.&nbsp; It was my lack of preemptive research that left me negligent to more heroes in this city.&nbsp; I thought with the Bat dead, I'd simply contest his extensive list of protege."</em><br><br>Once the portal opened, Ivy oriented on his focal point and stepped towards it casually.&nbsp; She would stop her approach next to Orin, taking a glance over a shoulder towards the others.&nbsp; Protesting was pointless.&nbsp; Their idealisms blind them to truth or simply refuse to see what's in front of them out of misplaced pride.&nbsp; A sweeter victory came in this 'empirical evidence' gain through this Garth.&nbsp; Perhaps they'll learn that in times of war, sacrifice and compromise are the cornerstones to survival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 08:12:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Flash-Wally.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wally West (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Flash III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11803570#msg11803570)<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Uh... the good guys?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:20<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Poison Ivy, Thorn, Booster Gold, Orin, Red Hood, Kori, anybody else in the immediate area.<br><hr><br>"Oh hey, Hot Stu- er... I mean... Starfire.&nbsp; It's been a while, hasn't it?" Flash grinned as he waved to the newcomer.&nbsp; He remembered teaming up with Starfire back when he was still Barry's sidekick.&nbsp; The first time was back when he, Dick, and the other young heroes of their generation regularly teamed up.&nbsp; The Tamaranean superhero had been traveling around the globe for the past five years.&nbsp; Of course, one of the perks of partnering up with the fastest man alive was being able to save the day outside the country.&nbsp; The earth's equator was approximately 24,901 miles long.&nbsp; That meant the distance to the other side of the world was 12,450.5 miles.&nbsp; Even at mach speed, it would take more than 16 hours to cover that distance.&nbsp; At his current speed, it would take about one and a half hours.&nbsp; Of course, Barry could cover that distance in even less time than that.&nbsp; It was always a bit embarrassing whenever Barry had to drag him along in order to get to another location outside the country in time.&nbsp; Most of the time, Wally was just left behind to look after Central City.<br><br>Wait... what as he thinking about again?&nbsp; Oh right.&nbsp; Starfire.&nbsp; AKA Princess Koriand'r.&nbsp; An alien princess.&nbsp; How wild was that?&nbsp; Come to think of it, this was the first time she's ever seen Wally in his Flash outfit.&nbsp; Well... not too many has seen him in his new outfit yet.&nbsp; Most made the mistaken assumption that he was the same Flash as the one who had been around for the past five years.&nbsp; For the sake of his secret identity, he never bothered correcting anyone unless they already knew he was Wally West.&nbsp; "Does... uh... Nightwing know you're back in town yet?"<br><br>Flash was taken aback by what Red Hood had just said, though really... why was he surprised?&nbsp; He already knew just what kind of character this guy was and should've expected this sort of thing.&nbsp; He looked over toward Orin, curious about the Atlantean's king's reaction.&nbsp; He immediately noticed the effect those words had.&nbsp; He immediately became concerned when he saw the magical cage around Thorn begin constricting for a moment.&nbsp; It was only for a moment, but it was enough for him to know that Red Hood's words struck a dangerous nerve.&nbsp; Fortunately, it seemed that Orin was able to keep a cool head and continue being the level-headed leader they needed right now.&nbsp; He sighed and placed a hand on the king's shoulder.&nbsp; "Hey, try not to take it personally, alright?&nbsp; That guy's a shithead to <em>everybody</em> and when I say everybody, I mean <em><strong>everybody</strong></em>.&nbsp; Now what's our next move, Chief?"<br><br>Flash blinked in surprise upon learning that Garth had returned.&nbsp; "Oh dude, Garth's in town?&nbsp; Man... why didn't he tell me?&nbsp; Had I known, I would've totally invited him to drinks with the rest of the ol' gang.&nbsp; Not sure how, though.&nbsp; He hasn't gotten a cellphone yet, has he?&nbsp; We really should do something about setting up some sort of superhero communication network or something."<br><br>When Orin opened up the portal to the GCPD fountain, Wally crossed his arms and pondered for a moment.&nbsp; It was awfully convenient that the GCPD had a water fountain so that an Atlantean portal could be opened up there.&nbsp; Way back then, Garth had told him how that form of teleportation worked.&nbsp; The Scarlet Speedster briefly wondered if... oh wait, portal first, thinking later.<br><br>"Alright, let's do this," Flash said before following Orin and the others through the portal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: Gotham City Centre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 04:45:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qtPJoVJ.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:20<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin, Booster Gold, Flash, Thorn, Ivy<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r heeds Booster's advice not to escalate, as it seems that Orin has a plan in mind. She feels nauseous as Red Hood and Orin nearly fight, uncomfortable with the squabbling of two close friends. Koriand'r unquestioningly approaches the portal, trusting Orin's abilities, and has a quick chat with Flash, whom she suspects is Wally West, but cannot confirm within earshot of a villain like Ivy. Before entering the portal, she heard Wally disparage her friend Jason, and can't stand to remain among them, flying through Orin's portal and arriving at the GCPD, hoping that focusing on the task at hand would alleviate the tension in her gut.<hr><hr><br>After landing, Koriand'r had been ready to rush to the assistance of her friends. Michael, Jason, Orin, even the Flash; She suspected his true identity, having fought alongside Kid Flash, a.k.a. Wally West, plenty of times before the Darkseid Invasion, but she kept her suspicions to herself, not wanting to out him by trying to guess at the man behind the mask, thinking she might confirm with him later on. But her four friends seemed to have everything in check, Michael suggesting she hold her (literal) fire. It seemed that Orin and Poison Ivy were working towards some sort of truce or surrender. Kori gave a silent nod of agreement, knowing Orin well, preferring to stay off of his bad side.<br><br>It was something her friend, Jason, seemingly did not agree with; the former Robin hardly acknowledge Kori's recent arrival, giving Orin a few choice words before he left, promising to research into matters that had come up before she had landed at the bank, but also vaguely threatening her friend. It made her bristle; She knew that Orin could defend himself, and she wasn't thinking of protecting his honor or anything like that. She simply hated to see her friends fight. She could see the anger wracking Orin's face after Red Hood had departed, and she felt an instinctual urge to go to him, put a hand on his forearm, taking the metaphorical kettle off of the fire. But he seemed to calm himself, and Kori was reminded that Orin had to find some other way to channel his anger during her long absences, and it was good to see that he had been successful in reining himself in.<br><br>When her friend summoned a portal through which they'd be teleported to the police station of Gotham, Kori gave him her silent consent, approaching the portal, stopping beside Flash, who seemed just as eager to be on the other side, though she knew he'd be there only milliseconds later if he chose to avoid the portal and simply run. <strong>"Hello, Flash,"</strong> she greeted formally. <em>Starfire</em> was the name of the vessel she had commandeered during her escape from the hands of the Psions, and it was among the wreckage of the <em>Starfire</em> that she'd been found, and it was the first name they'd given her, before she regained consciousness. At first, she had insisted they instead call her Koriand'r, but Starfire had stuck around as she realized that all of her friends had aliases, to protect their friends and family. So she used the moniker- sparingly- and used their monikers in return. <strong>"Of course I've seen Nightwing. Don't be a fool,"</strong> she admonished him with a laugh, taking another few steps towards the portal. Richard Grayson was her oldest friend, her inspiration for even <em>returning</em> to Gotham, and the first one she had found upon arriving. It didn't hurt that he was now a very public figure, his movements highly noted in the press, making it easy for her to crash one of his public events and steal him away for a romantic evening.<br><br>The princess was almost through when she heard Flash step to Orin, consoling him about the behaviors of Red Hood. <strong>"...That guy's a shithead..."</strong> was something she heard, before she turned her head away, skin crawling with disgust. She hated, <em>hated</em> when her friends fought, when they acted like this. It had happened often enough when they had all been teenagers ruled by hormones and adrenaline from all of the action they'd seen, but it was worse now, when they were all rational adults. Stomach churning with nausea, Kori tried to focus on the matter at hand; Poison Ivy and her imminent interrogation. Koriand'r began to levitate, and burst through the portal in a taper of flame, coming out the other side at an unexpected angle, flying up instead of forward, but she quickly gathered her bearings and crated a burning ribbon through the sky as she flew upwards and then gracefully came back down, setting feet on the ground as the rest of her allies marched through.
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