Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound
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				Title: <strong>Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 04:24:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2VGC8Xn.jpg)<br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/1b/c5/411bc5e11ab76db5f9ccb10690d92089.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/55a7mKy.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/4e0VqEU.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/9JXYlnH.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/pBpY1b3.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/BDxTWAR.jpg)</div><br><em>An elaborate bomb shelter located on the edge of the Detroit River, it was designed and built by Henry Heywood, Sr. during the Cold War. In recent years, it served as the de facto headquarters for the second incarnation of the Justice League of America. It has been left sitting, forgotten for decades since the League disbanded. Though it is not as forgotten as originally thought. Though the furnishings are old, the technology is up to date, if not more so thanks to their benefactor. Several levels below the ground, it has conference, training, living, and commissary areas. The hanger, hidden beneath the river, opens up with drainage sections, allowing the VTOL craft to take off. A door, covered in graffiti and looking the same as a thousand other utility doors, though containing elaborate security measures, grants access in Gibraltar. <br></em><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b7/Justice_League_Detroit_Compound_001.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120129232219)</div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b]<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><hr><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 04:27:41</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0HXPp6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amethyst <br><strong>Location:</strong> JL Compound<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after the Epoch War, 4 Days before the first Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br><br>Amethyst moved through the compound she’d been summoned too, via this fancy new thing called “texting.” She’d barely had a phone for 5 minutes before she got one, and it had taken her about 30 minutes to figure it out. Jeans and a leather jacket had helped her blend once she landed, and she had almost laughed She’d spent more time as Amy in the past few hours then she had in nearly 2 decades. She had gone with Quartz to where she’d been summoned in Detroit, just off the river, power utility access door allowing her into a hidden bunker. The place was massive, multiple levels, rooms. The furniture…that was more familiar, to her at least. It looked as if it were from the 80s..all plush and odd angles. Her fingers drifted over one of the chairs for a moment, before a noise startled her from behind. Her sword, summoned from the ether was in her hand in a moment, pointed upwards.<br><br>“A fine form, though I would suggest a wider stance in the feet..” the redheaded beauty before her stood in a regal manor, a pair of guards on either side of her leveling guns at the gemworld princess. The Atlantean Queen made a gesture and the guns lowered, even as Amethyst lowered her sword, disappearing in a purple glow as she knelt down, to which the queen almost laughed “No...rise Princess..we are of royalty together…you need not bow…” <br><br>Amethyst smiled and stood up, tilting her blonde head to the redhead as she looked at the guards. “Queen Mera….I recognize you from the…” she trailed off and turned her head a moment. The war was only a few weeks ago, if that. Her sense of time had been off since coming here. “May I ask why you wished to see me? And here, of all places..” <br><br>The Queen nodded, and began walking. Amethyst walked next to her, while the guards followed a polite distance. Mera looked almost...wistful as she spoke. “They called them losers you know...a joke team. As if dedicating your life to protecting others made you worthy of scorn. My husband led them from here, until other matters drew his attentions away. Good men and women all…and they were laughed at. Truly a shame. What most don’t know, however…is Arthur is….was…sentimental. He purchased the place through,” Mera almost looked a bit embarrassed at the turn of a phrase “Shell corporations that Atlantis maintains. He never told anyone I think. But he kept the place functional…up to date…well..” her nose wrinkled at some of the furniture “At least the computers and such..” <br><br>Amethyst nodded, even as she looked about the main room. It was large, some sort of projector in the middle of a group of chairs. And so many computers. When she left, computers were for nerds and typing and now they were everywhere and used for, well, she wasn’t sure what. “You could reform the League, My Lady. I would be honored to help, just say the word and I can help…” <br><br>Her words were cut off by a wave of the Queen’s hand, as if the words themselves were a physical thing to be destroyed. Mera shook her head “My reign in Atlantis is tenuous, at best, with Arthur’s passing. I could not spare the time. But Gem World was never unfamiliar to Atlantis, even after both our worlds misfortunes…we heard tell of a woman doing glorious things there, could she not do the same here? Given, of course..the backing of a nation.” The worlds had a playful manner to them, and Amethyst felt her cheeks grow pink. <br><br>“That was there in Gemworld....I understood the rules there. I was a saviour, a messiah even…here I’m..I don’t believe I’m anything anymore. My powers are mostly gone, I’m barely what I was I…” Amethyst stopped, before she dwelled too much on what was lost and it overwhelmed her again, as it had in the hours past the battle. Mera stopped and placed a hand on Amethysts shoulder…there was a presence there, a calming one. It had nothing to do with powers just power. <br><br>“There is no shame in beginning again. I have done so many times and will do so many more. I suspect we all will. That is life. Sadly…there is also death. But how we measure in between is all we have. I would not think less of you if you declined the honour, but I do not think you should. A Princess in any realm is still that. We are born to lead, and paradoxically, to serve. You have a calling. And you have already fought with those you can call upon as well” Mera waved her hand around&nbsp; “This base would suit anyone nicely I think. New Atlantean computers, Ships in the hanger, funds in the account…. All it requires is strong men and women to rise to the challenge.” Mera turned, even as her guards flanked her and began walking away back towards the river entrance, before pausing, and turning her head “Perhaps you know of some..?” <br><br>Amethyst watched the Queen depart. Part of her hoped, prayed that she would turn around and take this burden off of her shoulders, and stood there hoping for minutes after she heard the door close. Her hands trembled slightly, before she took a calming breath, counting to 10 in the language of the Coccolithophore. The Queen was not coming back. <br><br>Moving forward to the center of the room, Amethyst raised her hand too it. The computer blinked before she even touched it. In a cool, almost watery voice the computer stated “Please input your request…”<br><br>Amethyst cleared her throat, and squared her shoulders, “I would like to contact the following people…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 05:58:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raymond Terrill (Not in costume))<br><strong>Location:</strong> Undisclosed Graveyard in home town<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2nd week after Epoch War, 4 days before first mission.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Stood alone, somber and silent standing at the entrance of a small graveyard plot, his leather jacket out of place with the button shirt and tie that he had on beneath it along with his black slacks and combat boots. Light orange hair bristling in the wind as he looked down to his feet, gritting his teeth as his jaw tightened and fist clenched. He hadn't moved from this position in hours, thoughts reeling through his head of all that had happened leading up to this moment. Thoughts of all the cost that had come from his involvement.<br><br>No. That wasn't right.<br><br>His<em> failure.</em><br><br>For as fast as he could be, for all that he had learned how could he not have been here to protect the one he had loved. He didn't think the war would have reached out this far or perhaps it had been arrogance with all that he had done before thinking that his life beyond the mask would remain untouched. That seemed to be the story of his life, always a bit late to the party. A knot seemed to just clench in his gut and making his entire body shudder for just a moment as he exhaled slowly, raising his gaze from the ground.<br><br>As much guilt as his own mind tormented him with, part of him knew he had made the right call. It didn't make him any less bitter about it, how much more loss could there have been if those who had remained hadn't risen up. It was a heavy weight to carry...nearly unbearable to dwell on for a long period and there was still so much to be done. His gaze raised upwards to the sky now, a golden mask seeming to just burn itself in a brilliant light into existence, pulling his jacket closed and tugging on his gloves.<br><br>Under his breath, "I'm sorry Jessica."<br><br>A golden aura humming around him, illuminating the night as he rose into the air and seemingly vanishing in a streak of light as he took himself into orbit around the planet, the suns light soaking into him as his entire body seemed to be made now of that shimmering light as he hovered there for a few more moments. He needed to be on patrol. So much bad had happened it was only a matter of time before that power vacuum would get filled and what was coming he did not predict was going to be good. How could it be...some of the greatest champions had fallen and in their wake darkness would begin to try and devour what was left behind.&nbsp; Closing his eyes and trying to steady himself, telling himself there would be time to mourn later he got back to work.<br><br>He was invisible now, moving quickly as small little bubbles of energy hung about his ears and helping him to listen and hear any calls that might be made or radio signals that he might come across. In this moment, his mind was refocused and those earlier thoughts had been pushed down and buried once more. He couldn't allow them to haunt him or make him second guess himself now there was much that needed to be rebuilt. The thoughts of all that still needing to be rebuilt just finished dancing through his mind before he heard something he hadn't expected to ever again. The secure communicator he had helped program now ringing inside of his coat, few would have had access or known of it.<br><br>Perhaps someone survived that hadn't been yet accounted for...<br><br>He answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 06:42:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>Shvaughn had answered the call, though there was a bit of technical difficulties involved. Her suit's built in communications device didn't synch up quite as well as it should with old cellular or satellite tech, so even though she had managed to hack into the cell system and get a "phone number" (what a primitive concept!) that would reach her uniform, it wasn't exactly the most reliable. Still it had held up long enough for Amethyst to explain what she had in mind. <br><br>Shvaughn had really not had much in the way of alternatives. If anyone would have the tech and motivation to help her get back to the right time, after Epoch had so rudely snagged her back to this one and then had the temerity to die before he could return her, it would be the new Justice League. If that's what they were going to call themselves after all. <br><br>There was no record of this team in her history books, or what little historical records she still had stored in her uniform's data from the jump back in time. This was an anomaly, something that history hadn't seen because Epoch hadn't made it happen yet. This made her worried that she would never be pulled back, as one typically couldn't keep memories of a past paradox (as every third grader knew in the 31st century) but here she was, fully aware of everything. Perhaps you didn't lose the memories until the paradox was resolved and it only seemed like an inability. Hopefully her recordings would prove useful in resolving that some day.<br><br>So here she was, having made herself at home. She got along with the others well enough so far, at least she thought she did, their customs were quite different than hers. Their clothes seemed strange, the fact they they kept changing them, or that they got dirty in the first place, very odd to the cop from the future where clothes don't need to be washed and can turn into whatever you like with a thought. She hadn't let them be anything but her tight uniform thus far, and couldn't deny she enjoyed the looks the flattering cut and the heeled boots sometimes got her. In fact, she enjoyed quite a lot the attention she got in this time for many different reasons, not least of which that she was treated like a superhero. So a superhero she vowed to be.<br><br>She had made her way into the hospital area of the compound, glancing about to make sure nobody was looking over her shoulder, she lifted her wrist and ran it across the various medical supplies, checking chemical compositions. "No no no no no..." she muttered as she ran it over the drugs. Was she looking for something in particular? What was she doing here? Would anyone find out? Find out next post! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 05:37:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shvaughn Erin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Ryan hadn’t slept in two days. Not since he’d gotten the call from Amethyst asking him to help reform the Justice League. In the weeks following <em>the battle</em>, he’d honestly been planning something similar. As was often the case, money kept him from pursuing it more. There were ways he could raise funds but nothing fast enough for his needs and not without revealing that he was going to fund a group of vigilantes. Even if they were respected the world over and given permission to act by most every government in the world, few banks would take the risk on them. As soon as he got the call though, he could see hope. <br><br>The detroit compound wouldn’t have been his first choice of bases, but he couldn’t argue with how well furnished it already was. Without needing to start from scratch they would save weeks, if not months, of work. Of course, well maintained as it had been, there were still things that need to be repaired. Old pathways that had been left unused and slowly fallen behind. And there were always upgrades to be made. Every plan he’d had for the League Compound he’d thought he’d have to design just a few days before was poured into this new home. There had always been a question of whether he belonged on a team of heroes; a scientist with asthma didn’t quite seem to belong with Batman. Let along someone with actual powers. But doing this work, Ryan felt like he could atleast have a place if the front lines weren’t for him. It gave him a purpose and a way to help as he debated whether he deserved the call he’d received. <br><br>Even fueled by a greater purpose though, two days without sleep was two days without sleep. Before he passed out he needed a stimulant or twelve. True rest couldn’t come until he’d made sure the changes he’d made to the security system were operational which meant a few hours of waiting. “Medbay should have something like that” he muttered to himself as he walked. “Atleast I think I remember putting something like away.” <br><br>There were few things as surprising to Ryan Choi, no matter how many times he saw them, as the sight of a gorgeous Superhero in tight fighting clothing. And Shvaughn Erin fit the bill quite well. He knew very little about the other hero, aside from the fact she said she was in the Science Police and she had a few wonderful gadgets that Ryan would do anything to get his hands on. Well, and she’d been a great help in the fight against Epoch like every member in the new League. He’d seen her walking the hall a few times in the days since Amethyst put out her call but it always seemed so off putting to ask another hero about themselves. The imagined conversations ran through his mind and put him off from ever actually saying more than a genial greeting. ‘Oh hello there fellow world saver, how are you doing today?’ It made him feel like a fraud. <br><br>“Hello” It was a small voice but even that was something of a victory for him. Speaking a full word rather than some monosyllabic noise that mimicked language. “How are you liking this new compound so far?” Oh wow, he was on a roll! A full sentence! And it was open ended, a question she could respond to! As he spoke to his new teammate, and congratulated himself for being able to do that much, Ryan pulled a few small red pills from a bottle on the shelf. Each was placed under his tongue and dissolved in a second and his exhaustion dissolved just as quickly. Of course he was just pushing back sleep until a later date rather than illuminating it, but something was better than nothing. “Is there something specific you were looking for? I put away most of the medical supplies, so I might know where it is!” His fingers rubbed the last few bits of sleep from his eyes as a perky voice returned to the young professor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 06:13:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>Shvaughn was sighing in frustration as the readout from her suit revealed over and over again. "No, no, no." She muttered to herself, shaking her head as she moved through the supplies. She was oblivious as young Ryan Choi walked in behind her, and equally unaware that she treated him to a lovely view of what her backside looked like when it bent over in a skintight suit. Not that she particularly cared about that, when you wore such a uniform on your day to day job you get over any feelings of uneasiness about people appreciating or being revolted by your form rather quickly.<br><br>She started as he said hello. If her display had been something she had to hold onto she would have dropped it, instead it just vanished back into her suit as she moved her arm so that she was no longer holding it. In the moment it was there Ryan saw the built in scanner had been analyzing the various pills and medicine she'd found.<br><br>"Oh, Professor Choi." She said, giving him his proper title. She'd seemed rather formal with regards to his title in the brief time she'd known him, in fact rather moreso than even some of the people who actually knew of his accomplishments. Most didn't bother to call him Professor after all. "I'm sorry am I in your way?" She said, quickly closing the door of what she had been looking in and stepping to one side.<br><br>"I'm," she paused, cocking her head a little as if to take him in and analyze the purpose behind that question. Apparently finding nothing sinister she finished her answer, "I'm well." She settled on. "And how are you?" <br><br>"No, no," she said quickly and breezily. "I just thought it best if I know what was here in case of an emergency. I am a fully trained field medic after all. Although I confess it will be difficult to properly treat any wounds with this equipment. Tell me, what do you do when someone's brain is evaporated by a wide angle laser in this time? I can't find any neurofiltering atmospheric recombobulators or even a memory sponge." She threw up her hands as if to say 'can you believe it?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 08:27:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9JXYlnH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> The Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Main Briefing Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after the Epoch War, 2 Days Before First Mission, Middle of the Night.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Sat of the floor, back against the wall with a laptop sitting beside him and the only current source of light in the briefing room. Multiple cords were connected into his adapters and in turn connected into the main server, lines of code, diagnostics, security checks and all manner of other check ups were being performed as he watched over each other them. Something about this scene brought him back to his youth, "Night Boy" but the truth of the matter was this place really reminded him of his days in the Watch Tower. He'd helped then at that time doing as he was doing now, easily regarded as one of the best programmers on the planet though truthfully he was a second string in that capacity too. Cyborg had nearly everything on lock and key. Not that he minded, he learned so much from him, from all of them. He had felt that he was so close to being invited as a more active member and pulled from the depths of the reserves.<br><br>Now that would never come.<br><br>The darkness cloaked the table, the chairs and all the things he wasn't yet ready to see or remember. Sure, he accepted the invite. How could he not? It wasn't how he wanted it. Nothing was.<br><br>He was impressed though, this place was state of the art and all security checks were passed as he familiarized himself with the ins and outs to make sure that he would be able protect this place from any sort of attempt to compromise the systems. Closing the security console and administrator terminal he rose up to his feet and shutting the laptop closed. He hadn't yet met any of the others who had volunteered, though he had heard about a few of them. One of them he was familiar with, they had worked together before in a limited capacity. Ryan Choi. It would be good to see a friendly face. Once he finished with making sure all of their electronic security concerns were at least not a concern he could spend a bit more time to meet and greet. Not that he really needed to do any of this, someone had kept this place very up to date. He didn't bother trying to figure out who or why at the moment but that would be a question he wanted answered as he didn't want some one being able to just pull the plug or override their defenses just because they felt like it. Even if he had to go line by line, he'd figure it out.<br><br>Stepping over to the table, he began to unhook everything he had step up. He kept telling himself he was ready for this. He had to be.<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 16:32:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cinemaplanet.pt/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/katherine-mcnamara.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bombshell<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Metropolis<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after the Epoch War, 4 Days before the first Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>"Miss Allen?"<br><br>The voice drifted in from behind Amy, she recognised the tone instantly even she couldn't see the speaker. This was the fourth time in six days and it was really starting to piss her off, they could at least have waited until she'd finished breakfast. Not that she was going to make a scene in the diner, it was a place that Amy had found that was popular with local cops and after what had happened in the few weeks after the event she wasn't about to add to their troubles. The 'voice' sat down on the chair opposite Amy; black suit, white shirt, black tie, shades tucked into the jacket pocket, the guy was a walking MiB cliché.<br><br>"Miss Allen. I know you don't want me to be here and frankly knowing what I do about you, I'm not excited about being this close to you." It was nice to see them trying something different, the 'I don't want to be here either' was a refreshing change from 'your country needs you', recent events had done a good job in sinking Amy's patriotism. "You have understand that I'm only doing my job here and I have to ask you to come and help us out. With all the upheaval around the global there will be individuals looking to take advantage of the situation, we want you to work with us to stop that from happening."<br><br>Amy looked up from her breakfast, took hold of her coffee cup and took a long drink before slowly putting the cup back down, the rest of the diner was noisy enough but the silence between Amy and the MiB was deafening.<br><br>"After what happened to the rest of the team you really think I have any interest in helping you out? Somebody knew what was going to happen with the equipment, somebody was happy to send us on a one way mission. And you want me to work for someone who thought my friends were expendable?" The note of anger in Amy's voice grew as she spoke, and as it did the MiB shrank in his seat.<br><br>"Miss Allen, I don't know anything that but I do understand why you are angry. As a sign of good faith, your employer is going to keep paying your wages and is overlooking your absence from work, they're calling it an extended vacation or special assignment whatever you prefer." The MiB's tone was friendly enough but the underlaying message was unmistakable 'you belong to us'. Amy knew that under the right circumstances her look could literately kill but for the moment she had to content herself with a more figurative death stare. The MiB reached a finger up to his ear and pressed against a hidden earpiece "Well it seems like this would be a good time for me to leave." reaching into his jacket pocket the MiB placed a business card in front of Amy as he stood up "Smart move." growled Amy. <br><br>The MiB took a couple of steps before pivoting back towards the table. "I know your cousins went missing and we might not have found them but we will keep looking Sargent Allen."&nbsp; Amy was just about ready to turn the MiB into pink mist when her phone rang, the MiB tapped his ear and gave her a little smile. The motherfuckers were tapping into her phone, not that she was really surprised, she answered curtly "Yes? OK. Best if I come find you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 05:20:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shvaughn Erin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Something that immediately caught Ryan Choi’s eye was thing something sleek and shiny. Eye-catching. A size to marvel at. The sort of thing you’d drool over in a magazine. Were he someone else he might have let out a wolf-whistle at the sight of it. A scanner that was hidden in her suit? That was incredible! Ryan had a holographic scanner of his own that seemed to be roughly, at least at first glance, at parity with her’s but his was still bulky enough that it was a stand alone piece of technology the size of a large cell phone. Miniaturization was something of a speciality of his, but that was still as small as he’d been able to get it without needing to sacrifice on the quality. So how did Erin’s seem to be just as good, if not better, and slim enough to fit in her suit? He was going to ask her about its design until he found himself disarmed at the utterance of Professor Choi. <br><br>There was something off putting about being called Professor while not on the grounds of a college campus. Even in the classroom Ryan’s students were just a few years younger than him and would occasionally drop the title when addressing him. Yet his new teammate seemed to insist on addressing him properly. It wasn’t upsetting, he did enjoy that someone remembered he had a wealth of knowledge and might occasionally be worth listening to, but he had to wonder why. Part of him worried that it was all said sarcastically, mockingly referring to him as such as a way to jab at him even considering that he had anything to offer to the League. He’d heard something similar, though less subtle, from his old team. A member or two asking if he’d prefer being back teaching at Ivy or telling that the lab would be more his speed. Yet… Ryan would be the first to admit that his social skills were lacking compared to most heroes. Even Batman had a firmer grasp on what people meant when they spoke. Still, he’d learned enough to know when people were mocking him and he didn’t pick on any mal intent when Shvaughn spoke. She’d also been the only one not surprised when, during the teams first meeting, as they’d discussed secret identities and outside lives, he’d told them all what he did for a living. Great as her ass might have been, Ryan found himself infinitely more interested in things beyond that. The desire to know more that had gotten him in trouble over the years rose its head. <br><br>One of the first things he learned was that she had slightly different concerns regarding what sort of incidents might befall the team. There was a beat of silence as he looked at her, something like disbelief clear across his face, before words finally started to come out. “I’m… I’m doing well. Thank you for asking. Operating on no sleep, but those stimulant pills should help counteract the side effects.” There was another beat of silence as he truly considered what he’d heard. “As for the lack of certain medical supplies… I don’t believe that there have been any recorded cases of brain evaporation by a wide angle laser in history. Which might explain why we’re lacking those specific items.” Also the small fact that Ryan had never heard of a memory sponge or neuro filtering atmospheric recombobulators before. “Still, I suppose medical science isn't my specialty. So you may know of a few cases that I’ve never read before.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 23:21:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>"Oh." Shvaughn blinked, as if surprised to hear that such things hadn't been invented yet. "I didn't realize I was so far back." She mused, in a tone that indicated she might not be entirely surprised to a see a knight in shining armor or a caveman round the corner. "Well, what do you use to cure sudden traumatic brain injury?" She asked. She wondered, was this still the age of neural domes? Oh she hoped it wasn't. Those things hardly ever worked and left people with serious developmental impairments. Or perhaps she'd be lucky and they'd be advanced enough to have some primitive synapse webs. At least that way she'd be able to save most of her personality. The idea of a brain injury actually being fatal, well, that hadn't yet occurred to her.<br><br>She regarded the Professor as he spoke to her. She always had pictured him taller. But thanks to her superior 31st century nutrition and upbringing, she was a few inches taller than him to start with, and the heels on her uniform added several more. She felt as though she towered over the man. She wondered what a mind like his could have done with the benefits of her education and equipment. Probably a lot more than she herself had managed, she admitted with an internal sigh. Still, she could at least do her part and keep him safe. The stars only knew what he would bring to the world would be needed.<br><br>"No of course not. Forgive me Professor, I shouldn't burden you with such petty things." She said, regretting wasting his time as he reminded her that this wasn't his area. "How is your research coming along? If you ever find yourself in need of a lab assistant and can't find anything better incidentally, I may be able to offer some assistance. It's been a few years since I prepared a flange array for spleberpating but they say it's like boosting into a holonet." She laughed. She may have been more persuasive if she had referenced a single thing that existed in this time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>03-07-2018, 18:06:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shvaughn Erin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>In talking with Shvaughn, Ryan was struck with just how much technology would advance in the millennia that separated their two times. There were so many apparent cures for something like a sudden and traumatic brain injury that she could list off, and the 21st century had nothing of the sort. Outside of procedures that bordered on magic, in that they were nearly impossible to reproduce, they didn’t really have anything that could fix that. “To be honest… We don’t really have a cure for something like that. If one manages to survive the initial injury, the only ‘cure’ is likely some combination of surgery, a slew of medication, and intensive physical therapy.” He felt a little bad to be the one to finally break it to her.<br><br>Of course part of that hesitance came from the simple fact that she was rather attractive and Ryan always had trouble with telling a women he thought pretty ‘no’. A sharp face that still managed a lovely smile, flared hips, and an ass that was only made better by the heels she wore. It made have made her even taller than Ryan, but he was honestly used to it after spending enough time with other heros. At average height, Ryan was almost a midget amongst the super-set who all seemed to easily hit Six foot tall. Even the women were taller than most average men without the heels most of them wore. His mind thought on that phenomen for a moment, wondering if there was perhaps a paper on the topic of common traits of ‘Supers’ and examining why those common factors might have emerged. <br><br>As his brain flipped through the catalogue of allies and adversaries that he’d met during his time with the JLA, finding any communalities ad marking those outliers among the data set, he also noted Erin make an offer to assist him in the lab if he ever needed it. The offer had come with a slew of technical terms that Ryan couldn’t imagine the meaning of, but it was an appreciated offer nonetheless. “Thank you for the offer. I might have to take you up on that; an extra set of hands in an experiment or set of eyes during review can always be useful!”<br><br>“And, as an offer in kind… have you gone out much into the world since you wound up in this time? If you need someone to help you adjust, I could likely be of assistance.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>03-07-2018, 21:58:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>Shvaughn's face turned from one of casual interest to dawning horror as Choi revealed to her the truth of the era she was in. "Oh." She said simply, looking a little faint.<br><br>She reached behind her gingerly, confirming there was a chair there, as she lowered herself into it, breathing a little heavily. "Oh." She repeated, obviously trying to put a brave face on things.<br><br>Brain injuries were <em><strong>lethal </strong></em>in this age?!?! And these people just threw themselves into firefights the way they did!?! Faith, they really were heroes! Had she had any idea that she was in so much danger she would never have dreamed of going up against Epoch and....well, maybe it was a good thing she hadn't known. She gulped, looking even more pale than normal for a moment as she digested this again. "Oh." She repeated a third time. <em>I have to get out of this!</em> She panicked internally. I'm going to die. I'm going to die and they don't even know how to properly preserve my consciousness! I'm going to die and I'll never find out if the future was saved or not. She was breathing a bit heavily as these thoughts ran through her head.<br><br>She took a deeper breath than her outfit would suggest possible and clapped her hands together as if trying to cheer herself up. "Well, that's fine. I'm sure uh, we can just try not to get hit there." She said, her voice not quite as optimistic as she would have hoped she could get it. <em>Impossible. It's madness. Madness!</em> She thought. <em>You're no hero, Shvaughn. Drop the act!</em> But she silenced her inner voice with an angry thought and listened to what the Professor was saying.<br><br>"Oh!" She said, a completely different oh, an upbeat, interested, excited oh. "You mean, 'show me around' as they say? Well I'd be flattered of course." She said, twirling a finger in her long red hair a bit self-consciously. "But I'm sure you're so busy Professor I wouldn't want to waste your time. I'm sure I can just find a tour guide bot or something to show me what is happening in this city." She said, glancing down, obviously not having expected this level of friendliness from a man she held in high esteem.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 17:29:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shvaughn Erin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br><strong>“There is of course the option of wearing a helmet or some sort of armor”</strong> As Ryan spoke, he mimed the motion of putting his own protected cowl on. It might not be able to stop a disintegration ray, but it could at least keep him safe from a small caliber bullet or two. The words tried to walk the line being teasing the women from the future and reassuring that the present wasn’t quite as deadly as she might have thought. Though he did realize that if ever wanted to truly terrify Erin he could just recount tales of how wounds were fixed less than a century before. <em>Those</em> were some truly barbaric ways of healing. <br><br>There were many things Professor Ryan Choi was knowledgeable in. Reading women was not among that pool of literacy. Not that he was much more skilled in knowing the inner workings of most people, but attractive women always perplexed him. Nothing quite making sense in the mind that prided logic above all; It wasn’t that they were illogical, rather than he found himself struggling with acting logically. The glancing down, the finger twirling in her hair, he couldn’t decipher. Where those subtle clues of attraction, showing deference? Perhaps disinterest by distancing herself and hiding herself? Some social cues from a millennia in the future that meant nothing to him? Or perhaps, most logically, it meant nothing and was just idle fidgeting that Ryan was reading too much into. <br><br><strong>“I feel like I’m constantly the bearer of bad news about this time for you; there aren’t really tour bots to show you around just yet.”</strong> There was an apologetic shrug of his shoulders at that. If he’d come from a future seemingly as impressive as the one Shvaughn came from, he’d have been just as disappointed. <strong>“I mean, we have robotics and AI advanced enough to do that, even some that are above human levels. But like alot of our advanced tech, we’re often unable to make it at any sort of scale. The materials are too rare, it requires too much work on individual components, things like that.”</strong> A tap at his own belt proved a perfect example of what he meant. <strong>“This is one of a half dozen. It’s incredibly difficult to get the material that power them; white dwarf stars aren’t the easiest thing in the world to mine.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 18:43:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>Detective Erin sighed as Choi delivered the news. This wasn't as bad as the rest of it, and truth be told she'd been expecting it due to the lack of robots in general. "Well I suppose that's to be expected." She said. <br><br>"On the bright side I do have head protection built into my uniform." She tapped the chest of it, proud of the uniform she wore. "But you know, nothing is completely immune to penetration if there's enough force behind it. Even my 31st century tech isn't impervious." She shook her head, unaware of any potential double entendre one might find in those word. "Well, I suppose that's why you're the heroes. We." She corrected herself. "<em>We</em> are the heroes." It sounded much like she was trying to convince herself as much as state a fact.<br><br>"They're not?" She asked as he mentioned white dwarf stars. "Oh." She said simply, obviously being polite. Perhaps in the future it was much easier. She wondered, not for the first time, what a brain like Chois could have done with the tools her time had to play with. He had to struggle to get the power for one such device, what could he have done with a full binary star at his disposal? Surely she could have found him an unoccupied system within jump distance of a supply outpost. A bittersweet smile crossed her face as she thought of what a waste it was for a brain like his to be lost among the savages.<br><br>"Well then. If it wouldn't bother you too much perhaps I will accept your offer." She smiled at him. "Only on the condition that we do it when it would be equally relaxing and enjoyable for you. I could not forgive myself if I added stress to your life." She meant it. For all she knew the slightest distraction could interrupt his formation of his formulas, and that might slow things down by hundreds of years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 23:13:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shvaughn Erin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>There was something wondrous yet melancholic about talking to someone from the future. Even though she never said anything explicitly there were things he could imply quite a great deal by what she avoided spelling out. Even the simple way she questioned his assertion that White Dwarf Stars were hard to mine gave him a peek into some greater world. Either the material was so much easier to come by a few centuries forward in time, or whatever would become of this technology would find some different source of power that was a great deal easier to find. <br><br>Still, sometimes a cigar was just a cigar. Her comment about not wanting to cause him stress, Ryan assumed, was just that. A comment of Erin wanting to be friendly and nothing more. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was important in the future or something.” There was a laugh as Ryan said that, not believing for a second that it was true. Every scientist hoped that something they worked on would last into the future, becoming the giants whose shoulders those coming later would stand on. Of course Ryan hoped that could one day be the case for himself, but he didn’t hold his own breath. His work was spread across too many fields; there were other minds would change a field so fundamentally their names were written into history books as anything other than the smallest footnote. Those were people who’d dedicated themselves to one singular pursuit. <br><br>Besides, even if there was the slimmest chance that distracting him might affect the future, there was no way the science officer would prove more taxing than his work with the Justice League. Or dealing with an academic review committee. “And anyway, I’m A superhero who works in academia. Spending some time helping you adjust can’t be more stressful than dealing with Batman or defending my thesis.” On his face was a smile of conviction. Something that came from true belief. Of course Ryan doubted himself, frequently and severely, but he also was capable of external thought enough to realize that there were countless points when he could have failed. Fallen and not gotten back up. “Just let me know whenever you get some free time and, if I’m not busy. I’ll show you around this century.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Shadows - Detroit Compound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 00:41:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headquarters, Hospital Area<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed, Ending Scene<br><strong>Content:</strong> Vanilla<br><hr><br>Shvaugn was taken a bit aback. She'd never been that great at duplicity or hiding her thoughts, so it was obvious she was holding something back when she paused in responding to him. "Well. I mean." She said with an easy smile, too easy, as she tossed her hair - something that was rapidly becoming apparent as a nervous habit - "Are you saying you aren't famous <em>now</em>?" She smiled at him and reached out and ran her hand up and down his arm from his shoulder to about halfway down to his elbow and back with her too easy smile. <br><br>She couldn't tell him right? If she told him that might screw it up. But then again her presence should be screwing this up. But then again, every schoolkid knows you can't change the past. Anything you try to change will turn out to have already happened. Unless, of course, that's just from the perspective of the future. Maybe when she went back she'd never remember it but it would be to everyone else as if the lizard people had taken over because they didn't have the right sorts of lasers in the 2500s? Ugh, it made her head hurt. She wished, not for the first time that a real superhero had been sent back.<br><br>She realized she'd been rubbing his arm far too long and snatched it back with a quick giggle. "Okay! Well I'll take you up on that. Maybe in a few days after we get settled in." She was starting to feel a bit anxious. Okay Shvaughn, he definitely thinks you're an idiot by now. She said, her odd behavior not really leading to any other interpretations in her mind. Best to get out of her and cut the damages when she could.<br><br>After all, she hadn't even found what she was really looking for in the meds.<br><br>"Take care Professor. I'll get out of your hair. See you around!" She gave a little wave and walked off. 
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