DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 15:22:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.nileguide.com/destination/blog/vancouver/files/2011/10/450px-Vancouver_Sun_Tower.jpg)<br><br><br>The Gotham "Watchtower" built in the heart of the city. A beautiful Sky Scraper Building that was derelict for 15 years until a recent heroine moved in. Dinah lance aka the White Canary moved in and took the top floor as her home and base. She fitted it with Palmer tech once she became allys with Ray Palmer aka the Atom and uses it to get access to anywhere she needs to in Gotham. <br><br>(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120623123049/memorydelta/images/c/ca/901Smallville0492.jpg)<br><br>The computer tracking system is second to none and the med teach can deal with any meta human needs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 19:15:52</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, 20:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary.<hr><br>She was not having a good night, to say the least.&nbsp; Being poisoned, almost set on fire at least twice, and now being jostled around as someone carried her to safety, she hoped, M'gann could only groan weakly as her stomach roiled and clenched up in continuous agony from Ivy's spores.&nbsp; She was too weak to feel the rage that had accompanied the nausea, but that was enough as sweat started to form on her green skin, her amber eyes unfocused to the world around her, such as she could comprehend it anyway.&nbsp; <strong>"Ha-have to...go back...save Orin...Wally...Jason...can't let Ivy win."</strong>&nbsp; She protested and even tried to push her way out of Canary's grasp, but she was far too weak to do that, let alone walk away even if she'd been successful in escaping the woman's grasp.<br><br>Instead, M'gann fell back into blissful unconsciousness, her amber eyes falling closed despite a valiant effort on her part to remain awake.&nbsp; But peaceful oblivion wasn't hers to enjoy as her fevered mind wandered back to five, going on six years ago, when Darkseid had attacked and destroyed the League.&nbsp; When his soldiers had obliterated her uncle J'onn right in front of her, and given rise to the darkness that to this day still lingered.&nbsp; To Canary's ears, what few words that spilled from M'gann's lips were spoken in her native tongue, but a few words would be repeated enough for her to get the hint this wasn't a good dream as M'gann tried to deny what her eyes were telling her.&nbsp; Either way, the occasional thrashing about and repeated, mournful entreaties, spoken in an alien language or not, would have been enough for most people on their own, but the stream of tears that had started to fall down her cheeks along with quiet sobs that weren't born solely of her stomach would have sealed the deal.<br><br>She was reliving a nightmare that had taken her the better part of five years to come to terms with, and even then the aftershocks remained, tormenting her sleep and twisting her actions while she was awake.&nbsp; Despite this, M'gann was still a good person, and her actions at the bank still spoke of the person she'd once been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 01:20:22</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, 20:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian <br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> City Of Heroes "Arrow" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlrIH4D-3Pg)<br><hr><br>Dinah was able to get them to the Clock-tower without any problem, Miss Martian was coming in and out of consciousness and was speaking in some strange tongue which was either Alien or Yiddish. But the Canary was able to fight through the pain of whatever crap was in her system and gritted her teeth and got Megan into the Elevator which thankfully still worked and pressed the button for the top floor. The Building had once been a real attraction back in the day but with cuts to the city funding they let it go by the waist side and it was now just part of the Old Gotham scenery, but from the top floor you could look out across the entire City which was perfect for Dinah`s needs. <br><br>She never let go of her *guest* as they travelled up the elevator and Dinah breathed slowly through her noise and tried not to concentrate on the spinning feeling she was having. She attempted to think back to her League training and breathing through the pain and looking ahead to the future once you had bested whatever it was you were facing. Dinah knew her heart rate was going up and she could end up having a stroke or a heart attack if she wasn't careful, but she needed to push herself and&nbsp; this Green Skinned beauty was counting on her too. <br><br>All the Way over Dinah had wrestled with the decision to get out of the field, to come back home when the fight was raging on. Ivy was all kinds of dangerous and she needed to be taken down, but Dinah was infected and couldn't risk hurting an innocent. She knew Orin was a force to be dealt with and had even fought with the Justice League. Booster Gold came across as an Asshole at times but no one could argue with his results, and having another orange skinned meta babe flying around seemed to bode well for the situation downtown. <br><br>As soon she and the green girl were stable she would head back out there, with a spare anti toxin on her. As they reached the top floor Canary pulled them out and staggered forward, it was dark, lit only blew a few lanterns in the hallway she had acquired from a shop down town. She staggered through the front door all while carrying the other woman and entered the room she was using as home base and apartment. it was very space with little around but a bed in the middle of the floor with white sheets and three pillows and sheets of newspapers and tins and cans from the dried goods she had been eating as substance. A few light up computers and monitors on the top balcony a couple of red chairs a table that was covered in more newspapers. <br><br>The little power that she had Dinah had to thank from Mr luscious Fox who she had met her second day in Gotham as the Canary, she saved his life and as a result she asked (politely) if he could get some power transferred over from the grid to the building so she could *work*. The way he spoke to her it seemed as if he had done this before, help out a vigilante, and he seemed to know the lingo and how to deal with her. Fox was the only person on the Planet who knew she was set up here....until now. <br><br>Dinah was able to get her *guest* to the bed and let her down, rather she realised her grip on her and Megan fell onto the heap of blankets. She then took off her white jacket and gloves and tossed them on the wooden floor next to the bed. She was fiercely sweating something bad and wiped her brow with her right hand and headed over to her black leather chest hidden away in the right hand corner of the room she dropped to her knees and opened it up, her breathing had become rather rapid. The Canary's hands were shaking as she opened the latch on the chest but she eventually got it open. <br><br>It was the items she had stored away when she returned from Nada Parbat when she was kicked out by Nyssa. Several potions which had several different uses and Dinah rustled through them until she found what she was looking for. In a small glass container was a rather potent Antivenom that was a strong vaccine, developed by the elders of Nada Parbat who lived on the mountainside where the League of Assassins secret fortress was.<br>Lucky she had a few viles of it, Dinah got out a tube of long rubber and rapidly wrapped it around her right arm. She tied it with her teeth aggressively and found an exposed vein, she then transferrd Ra`s AntiVenom into a large syringe and proceeded to roughly inject herself with a large quantity of the Antivenom, all she knew of it was it was bred from the blood of a Diamond Back snake and mixed with unkown property's of the Lazarus Pit. <br><br>Dinah staggered back and breathed heavily still glistened in sweat and recovered and started to feel better as the Venom worked its away into her system. The side effects of its use was Insomnia for a few days and lack of an appetite but it got out some of the worst Poisons known to medicine both old and new. Nyssa called it "The Dark Kiss" and once more her perfect face flashed across Dinah`s mind and a sense of sadness but feeling grateful that her former flame was still saving her life even though they were no longer together. <br><br>She crawled across the floor towards the unconscious heroine who had recently come into her life, what was it about her which Dinah just trusted? She didn't have time to figure it out as this girl could well by dying, Dinah didn't know where to inject the young woman, her green skin was smooth while Dinah caressed her face but she wasn't sure and didn't want to risk it. Dinah ripped with her hands at the base of the young womans black costume to reveal more of her upper chest, it was tough material but a weakened Canary managed it...just. She was going to inject the *Dark Kiss* into her sternum which would get into her system quicker, this was advised if the patient was under as she was. Dinah refiled the Syringe and placed it into the green skin and pricked it slightly, she hoped this would work and she wasn't going to end up with a dead alien/meta human on her hands, but if she didn't act that may well be the end result anyway. Dinah rammed the Syringe into Miss Martian and injected her with a large dose of *Dark Kiss* and then waited for the results if any were going to show.<br><br>She stroked the young woman's forehead with her right hand and waited for the Venom to work, she prayed it would work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 02:45:44</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, 20:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary.<hr><br>M'gann whimpered and jerked her head away from Canary's touch, but it wasn't her she was recoiling from, rather the fever induced demons of her past that were haunting her in her dreams.&nbsp; But feeling Dinah's hand gently wiping away the sweat from her brow made the martian relax, albeit slightly, as her attempt at comforting her allayed some of the terror and survivor's guilt M'gann was reliving with startling clarity once again as the events of <em>that day</em> replayed before her closed eyes.&nbsp; Despite her trying to pull away from Dinah's hand, M'gann let out a soft cry when she went to tend to her own symptoms, as if unconsciously begging the former assassin, an irony in itself, to stay at her side.&nbsp; She didn't want to bear witness to Jonn's death again, alone as she'd been then since most of the League had already fallen by the time her uncle was killed.&nbsp; It had only been her at his side at the time, everyone else had had their own battles, and seeing it all again as Darkseid's men swarmed them was the worst kind of torture to the young alien.<br><br>It came to a crashing end though as M'gann was mercifully spared the rest of the dream when the first drops of Dinah's concoction hit her bloodstream.&nbsp; With a sharp gasp, she sat bolt upright, nearly taking the needle with her, as her eyes opened wide in shock before vertigo hit her just as quickly.&nbsp; Forced back down on the surprisingly soft, warm bed, M'gann curled up on her side as the Dark Kiss took hold, having the unepxected but thankfully non lethal side effect of causing a bad case of cold sweats.&nbsp; Ironically, she'd need the blankets, the added heat as it were, the one thing that was bad for her in excess, before this was over, shivering so badly her teeth chattered, but her senses slowly started to return even as she sweated most of the spores Ivy had hit her with.&nbsp; The one time she decides to fly over a battlefield, and she's the first to suffer for her trouble.&nbsp; But that was a far thought from M'gann's mind as she cast her gaze frantically about the room, having no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there, but her gaze finally settled on White Canary. <strong> "It-it's you.&nbsp; Y-you saved me?&nbsp; Th-thank you, but what did y-you give me?&nbsp; So c-c-c-cold.&nbsp; Can hardly focus."</strong>&nbsp; Despite this, and the fact her stomach still gave the occasional lurch, Dinah would get the distinct impression that M'gann was sending off waves of gratitude for her hand in helping her.&nbsp; She was still concerned for the others, but the young martian knew she was in no shape to do anything.<br><br><strong>"Wh-who are you?&nbsp; You lo-look familiar...can't place your face though."</strong>&nbsp; She knew she had seen her before, but in her weakened state, M'gann had no idea where that might have been.&nbsp; If she'd been able to concentrate past her freezing body and the sweat that was pouring off of her, she might have made the connection to Artemis telling her about one of Oliver's old....acquaintances.&nbsp; As it were, all she could do was stare at White Canary in innocent puzzlement.&nbsp; She had saved her life, and that was enough for her to trust her, albeit with some hesitation, since even in her current state, something didn't feel right with this woman.&nbsp; It was a feeling she got around people who had suffered pretty badly, either through some kind of torture or in Jason's case, dying only to be brought back to life.&nbsp; Either way, it didn't matter, and what could she do about it anyway?&nbsp; Not a lot in her current state.&nbsp; Realizing she was staring, M'gann flicked her amber eyes away, her green cheeks turning a shade darker as she tried to look elsewhere.&nbsp; <strong>"S-sorry for th-the mess I'm probably m-making of your bed, sweating like this I mean."</strong>&nbsp; She offered, hoping to strike up a conversation, both to distract herself and to get to know her savior if at all possible.&nbsp; <strong>"M-my name is M'gann M'orzz.&nbsp; Y-you probably knew that already though.&nbsp; My uncle was...J'onn J'onzz, M-Martian Manhunter of the Justice League."</strong>&nbsp; Gratitude gave way to sorrow and guilt, but it was quickly swept away as M'gann slowly uncurled and laid out flat as she started to feel better, albeit only a little.&nbsp; She'd need something to drink before she started to suffer from dehydration.&nbsp; As it was, she was lucky she hadn't already given how much fluids she'd lost from throwing up her dinner in front of the bank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 06:24:43</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, 20:38<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian <br><hr><br>Dinah was relieved to see the Dark Kiss had a effect on the mysterious young woman who she had dragged off the streets. It was painful and Dinah felt for her as she saw the pain and confusion written across the young woman's face as she bolted up and gasped for air. She then fell back down onto the bed and curled up into a ball like she was in *child's pose* and shivered and shook out what was left of the Poison.<br><br>She looked up a the White Canary and addressed her.&nbsp; She noted Dinah had saved her and then asked what it was she gave her, Dinah thought about answering her but just scrunched u her nose slightly and moved closer to the bed to observe the young girls symptoms. Truth be told Dinah wasn't really sure what was in the Dark Kiss, only it was probably very illegal and was snake venom with a hint of voodoo witch craftery black magic. The strange thing was Dinah could almost feel the girls gratitude towards her and that was.....new. To say the least but she just went with it, the girl asked her who she was and Canary stayed as stoic as ever but locked her blue eyes with the young woman's. <br><br>Her instinct's told her this was a good girl, but she had been wrong before and couldn't risk it. Couldn't risk letting her guard down around anyone.<br><br>The young woman stutterd out some more apologizing for sweating on the bed, Dinah's response was a mere grunt of. "Its alright...".&nbsp; And then the young woman introduced herself. <strong>"M-my name is M'gann M'orzz.&nbsp; Y-you probably knew that already though.&nbsp; My uncle was...J'onn J'onzz, M-Martian Manhunter of the Justice League."</strong>&nbsp; So she WAS connected to the hero Martian Manhunter, his niece it seemed. Dinah could tell the girl...M`gann needed water so she got up and fetched a bottle of still water from her small fridge in the left corner of the room....the smallest and most sparse kitchen known to man.<br><br>Canary walked back and undid the bottle of water and crouched down next to M`gann and placed her left hand behind the young Martians head and helped her to sip the ice cold water. Her mind couldn't help but think about the difference in physiology between humans and Martian's and she prayed that Ivy`s Poison wouldn't effect this young woman worse because of the fact. <br><br>"My name is Dinah....or....White Canary if youre feeling professional. Ive only been back in Gotham alittel while. You're uncle was a hero, a real honest to God hero like the other Leaguers....a big part of why I got out dressed like this is because of them. They showed the whole world we had the power to stand up for what we believed in.....what was the decent thing to do. I am sorry you lost him....ive lost people along the way too....never stops sucking." She said in a low and weary voice, when she figured M`gann was strong enough she handed her the bottle to sip by herself. <br><br>Dinah then sat on the bed next to her and breathed heavily, letting her insides rest after all the lurching she had done on the streets and then racing over here while under the influence of Ivy`s toxin. She closed her eyes and concentrated on letting her heart rate come down. "That bitch sure knows how to whip up a chemical cocktail." She laughed as she put her hands over her face and rubbed off the light beads of sweat glistening her face. She looked over her shoulder back at M`gann. "Ever gone up against her before? Ivy I mean." She questioned her. Dinah was so far out of what the Gotham news called the "Lagging hero community." But she was aware of who most of them were and figured some like M`gann had direct connections to the fallen Justice League.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 18:22:29</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, 20:40<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary.<hr><br>At first M'gann wondered if the white clad woman would answer her, but the slight confusion she picked up, coupled with Dinah's shrug, told her that while she'd known that the injection would work as intended, she didn't know exactly what was in it.&nbsp; M'gann nodded back as best she could given the current situation, and tried to relax, content with the knowledge she was still breathing at all regardless of the means.&nbsp; Besides, if it had worked against Ivy's advanced toxic spores, chances were that whatever had been inside the chemical cocktail was a mile long of hard to pronounce compounds and who knew what else.&nbsp; That was usually how it worked anyway, and given her time with the Bat family and most of the League, that's how it had played out in the past.<br><br>Again, not that it mattered as M'gann watched Canary move about her secret hideout.&nbsp; She should have realized a lot sooner someone might have moved into Gotham's old clock tower, but that was probably the point, hiding in plain sight.&nbsp; She knew what that meant a lot better than most, given her martian abilities.&nbsp; Still, those racing thoughts were pushed to the side as Dinah helped her sit up before gingerly tipping the contents of the bottle into her parted lips.&nbsp; Somewhere between coughing and letting a satisfied moan escape her, M'gann was able to take her requested drink with little difficulty.&nbsp; The fact it was cold was just a bonus before Dinah pulled it away.&nbsp; Swallowing the last drops in her mouth, M'gann had just gotten settled on her back before Dinah started to speak beyond a mere grunt and two words.<br><br>M'gann had to look away as she sat up, her knees drawn to her chest underneath the blankets.&nbsp; Talking about her uncle was not easy for her, even now after five years, but she nodded in agreement all the same.&nbsp; <strong>"It does suck, more than you can guess in my case."</strong>&nbsp; M'gann didn't elaborate, and she hoped Dinah wouldn't ask her to since talking about him was hard enough, but being asked to talk about his death was nearly impossible for her.&nbsp; What few people knew was that she'd felt it happen, not just seen it, and even after five years she could still recall everything with perfect clarity.&nbsp; The one thing she wished she could forget, and she was cursed to keep it with her until the day she died, or near enough anyway that the difference wouldn't matter.&nbsp; Whatever the case, M'gann sighed, took the offered water, and idly turned it about in her hands, still unable to meet Dinah's face.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm glad you were able to take up arms against the likes of Ivy, the fact the League can still inspire is more heartening than you know, but heroes can die.&nbsp; We learned that the hard way."</strong><br><br>Now that her adrenaline and fear had run its course, M'gann couldn't help but stew in her own funk after being poisoned and forced down near a pile of her own vomit.&nbsp; She'd been defeated before, but it never got easier, especially now.&nbsp; That and this felt different for some reason, mainly because throughout the fight with Ivy, she'd felt something off about the villain in question.&nbsp; While M'gann didn't know about Ivy's shifting emotional state due to the seasons changing accordingly, she had still picked something up from her close proximity to the eco terrorist that she didn't know what to do with.&nbsp; Doing her best to push it all to the side, she turned her mind to the present and nodded again to Dinah's comment and her subsequent question about Ivy.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, it's been a while but I've seem her before, but I was behind the likes of Nightwing and a few of the other former side kicks.&nbsp; The League had their teams, we had our own in those days.&nbsp; But this was different, she was much stronger than she used to be.&nbsp; I mean, that shouldn't surprise me I suppose, we've all changed, but this felt...different to me, but I can't begin to explain why.&nbsp; And I'm...sorry for being so down, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's not often I get dropped so thoroughly as I was tonight.&nbsp; It was...humiliating, but that I can deal with.&nbsp; It's the fact there are people still in harm's way, my friends included, that doesn't sit well with me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 23:27:08</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, 20:41<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian <br><hr><br>Dinah&nbsp; could see this young girl had been put through the ringer, and she was holding things back from her which she totally understood. The loss of her uncle must have been great, especially if they were the last of their race. The young woman seemed weakened by the toxins Ivy had realised on them and she was obviously reacting to the "Dark Kiss" drug more potently then she herself was. The green skinned beauty spoke up once more and the Canary listened to her. <strong>"I'm glad you were able to take up arms against the likes of Ivy, the fact the League can still inspire is more heartening than you know, but heroes can die.&nbsp; We learned that the hard way."</strong> <br><br>Dinah laughed alittle, so much use she was against Poison Ivy, or any meta human for that matter. Sure she had league of Assassins training but what was that when someone could fire lasers or toxins out of their body. M`gann herself had been able to subdue her with her telekinesis, Dinah knew she needed much better toys for in the field if she was going to fight anyone on her scale again. "The Justice League gave us all hope. When they died a big part of our piece of mind died with them. I think the world needs that again....a team....a team of heroes who can inspire them. I think youre Uncle would be so proud if he could see you still fighting the good fight." Dinah offered her kindly as they quietly sat up in the Bell Tower.<br><br>Megan then answered her comment about Ivy herself and how powerful she had became. <strong>"Yeah, it's been a while but I've seem her before, but I was behind the likes of Nightwing and a few of the other former side kicks.&nbsp; The League had their teams, we had our own in those days.&nbsp; But this was different, she was much stronger than she used to be.&nbsp; I mean, that shouldn't surprise me I suppose, we've all changed, but this felt...different to me, but I can't begin to explain why.&nbsp; And I'm...sorry for being so down, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's not often I get dropped so thoroughly as I was tonight.&nbsp; It was...humiliating, but that I can deal with.&nbsp; It's the fact there are people still in harm's way, my friends included, that doesn't sit well with me."</strong> <br><br>Dinah put her arm around M`gann and gently rubbed the younger woman's back. "Hey kid, she got the drop on me too. I think she took some time to lick her wounds after the Batman put the smackdown on her and she's come back stronger then ever. But maybe, I dunno....it seemed like we weren't the only ones out there like you said....I saw Booster Gold, and Orin from Atlantis....and I think even the Flash.....ore A Flash because I thought Jay Garrick died with the rest of the League....I dunno...but if they are as tough as I think they are Ivy will be going down tonight."<br><br>Dinah got up off the bed and headed to the fridge to get herself an ice cold bottle of still water. She undid the cap and leant on the fridge closing it as she sipped slowly at the water as it bathed her throat. She then walked back towards Miss Martian who said she had guilt over leaving the fight. <br>"What do you wanna do? Head back?" Dinah said with a frown not really knowing what was the best course of action, both of them were still weakened from the Toxin and Dinah wasn't too sure heading back out was the best thing but if M`gann had friends in the field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 00:26:08</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, 20:42<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary.<hr><br>M'gann perked up when Dinah laughed, curiosity getting the better of her until she sensed where the woman's thoughts had gone.&nbsp; She didn't think herself capable just because she didn't have powers?&nbsp; M'gann begged to differ greatly on that, but before she could say as much, Dinah beat her to the punch.&nbsp; She blinked, having heard nearly the exact same thing from Wally and Richard not too long ago at Fish Mooney's bar, and here it was again, from Dinah's own mouth.&nbsp; M'gann hadn't disagreed with them then, and she wasn't about to do so with Dinah now as she managed a small smile before giving her a nod of agreement.&nbsp; <strong>"It's funny, a couple of old friends I met before Ivy showed up said nearly the same thing, and I agreed with them.&nbsp; I don't know when we might actually put a team together again like the Justice League, but it's definitely something to consider, for more or less the exact reason you stated.&nbsp; Not just that though, as we are now, we're a disorganized ragtag group of people in costumes.&nbsp; The League brought together people from every walk of life, and more times than not, beyond our solar system, gave them something to strive for, something to work towards, as a team, a family.&nbsp; It'd be...nice to have that back, even if it wouldn't be the same."</strong>&nbsp; And it wouldn't be, but having that sense of community, of working towards a better tomorrow, together, would be a welcome change after everything that had happened in the last five years.<br><br>M'gann raised an eyebrow at the 'kid' remark, but she didn't get a chance to correct Dinah about her age, not that it was necessary persay, before the former assassin continued onward, a hand on her back.&nbsp; Looking down, M'gann blushed crimson when she realized her bio clothes had been cut open to allow Dinah to inject her with her version of an antidote.&nbsp; A thought had the cut closing up before their eyes, but M'gann's cheeks were still almost as red as her hair as Dinah tried to reassure her.&nbsp; Forcing the blood to leave her face, M'gann instinctively leaned into Dinah's embraced, her eyes closed as she took a steadying breath.&nbsp; <strong>"It was <em>a </em>Flash, that much I can tell you since you're right about Jay Garrick, but his replacement's been doing a lot of good since he...died.&nbsp; But you're right, even with what Ivy threw at us, there's too many heroes in one place even for her to handle, as powerful as she's become."</strong>&nbsp; She had to believe that at least, because to doubt them would probably drive her nuts, incapacitated as she was thanks to what was left of Ivy's toxins in her system, despite Dinah's cocktail countering the worst of it.<br><br>As if to prove the point that she wasn't ready to be going anywhere, M'gann had just started to take a sip from the water bottle she'd been given not too long ago, only for her stomach to act up, forcing the martian to double over as pain swept through her.&nbsp; The need to vomit was at least mitigated for the most part, but it still reminded her that she was in no shape to fight as water sloshed down the front of her mostly black costume, darkening the red X as the cold water seeped through the bio organic, telepathic responsive fibers.&nbsp; Taking another breath, M'gann sighed and shook her head when Dinah asked if she wanted to head back out.&nbsp; <strong>"As much as I want to, we'd only put them in danger in our currently weakened conditions."</strong>&nbsp; Taking another sip, this time without her stomach deciding to flip on her, M'gann frowned when she noticed the water was all but gone by now.&nbsp; Setting it down for now, M'gann hesitantly stood to her feet, taking the blankets with her since she was still cold, but she was glad to note that her legs didn't feel like they were made of jello.&nbsp; Meeting Dinah's gaze, M'gann's amber eyes flicked over the clocktower, before they settled on the candles and the mess of newspapers and other items scattered about.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you live up here?&nbsp; I know it's not my place to ask, I'm just curious is all.&nbsp; I almost wish I'd thought of this myself, the view must be amazing from up here."</strong>&nbsp; She was hoping to start a conversation, something completely, utterly mundane despite how completely insane their lives were, that and it gave her something else to think about other than the fact they were effectively put on the sidelines this round.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 05:08:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:42<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian<br><hr><br><em>"-as we are now, we're a disorganized ragtag group of people in costumes.&nbsp; The League brought together people from every walk of life, and more times than not, beyond our solar system, gave them something to strive for, something to work towards, as a team, a family.&nbsp; It'd be...nice to have that back, even if it wouldn't be the same."</em> That was the line Oliver heard when he walked into the Clock tower under the guise of shadows. He kept himself hidden from the two heroes that he saw before him. Oliver came here with the intention of finding out what the heroes knew about the 'Dark Archer.' Something, anything for Oliver to help begin his hunt for the man that "killed" him once. It wasn't just for himself though. He will bring that man to justice for Tommy, his friend. He owed that man that much for failing him once.<br><br>Oliver had to stop himself from gasping as he now recognized one of the two heroes that stood there. It was <em>her</em>. She left the league not too long ago while the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul had taken over. She was Nyssa's favorite, her beloved and the one Oliver had trained with before. Dinah Laurel Lance. Oliver wouldn't lie and say he wasn't fascinated by her. She had proven herself more than capable in comparison to many of the members of the League. Oliver would not know if he could best her in combat. He did lose to Malcolm Merlyn once after all.<br><br>Then there was the second person that looked like she was a bit disoriented. He did not recognize her, but he recognized her type. She was a martian, just like the Martian Manhunter who was one of the founders of the Justice League. Oliver could relate to that man in a few ways. He fell in the line of duty and he took to the color green. But, unlike the Martian and the rest of the League, Oliver came back for more. He wasn't done being a hero yet. Not until he finds the Dark Archer and make him pay for his crimes.<br><br>"The view is perfect for getting a look of the entire city. You'd think you would be able to witness any crime from up here." Oliver said as he walked out from the shadows. He held his hands up with his bow in his left hand. He was doing this in order show that he wasn't going to make any moves against the two. With the shadows disappearing from his body, Oliver revealed him to them dressed in the same outfit he wore when he died two years ago. The hole is patched and the blood was gone though. However, he was armed with one of the League's bows and most of the arrows belonged to the league. A few distinguished ones were a few trick arrows he snatched up from his dusty safe house here in Gotham. Despite being a hero that operated mostly in Star City, Oliver did have a base in Gotham and Metropolis for overnight stays.<br><br>"Dinah Lance. Martian. I mean you no harm."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 14:38:09</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, 20:42<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br><strong>"It's funny, a couple of old friends I met before Ivy showed up said nearly the same thing, and I agreed with them.&nbsp; I don't know when we might actually put a team together again like the Justice League, but it's definitely something to consider, for more or less the exact reason you stated.&nbsp; Not just that though, as we are now, we're a disorganized ragtag group of people in costumes.&nbsp; The League brought together people from every walk of life, and more times than not, beyond our solar system, gave them something to strive for, something to work towards, as a team, a family.&nbsp; It'd be...nice to have that back, even if it wouldn't be the same."</strong> the young Martian stated which confirmed Dinah`s feeling that the world needed a new Justice League.<br><br>Dinah was aware of the *players* in Gotham City such as the Batwoman, Nightwing (who many said on the streets was Robin grown up) and a couple of other players in town. Gotham was a hot bed for crazy and violence which was one of the reasons Dinah returned here. She knew as the Canary she could do good on these streets she grew up on, she knew how badly it needed it. As much as heroes like Batman and Wonder Woman inspired hero's today like Batwoman many physchos looked to fallen idols like the Joker to replicate his crimes, it was terrifying.&nbsp; <br><br>Also as M`gann pointed out sometimes the threats came form another planet which meant heroes like her with her powers were twice as nessicary.&nbsp; <br>The conversation moved to the heroes that had been out and about tonight such as the revelation of a new Flash on the scene.<br><strong> "It was a Flash, that much I can tell you since you're right about Jay Garrick, but his replacement's been doing a lot of good since he...died.&nbsp; But you're right, even with what Ivy threw at us, there's too many heroes in one place even for her to handle, as powerful as she's become."</strong>M`gann told her which put Dinah's mind at ease that other GOOD meta humans were still out there fighting the fight.&nbsp; <br><strong> "As much as I want to, we'd only put them in danger in our currently weakened conditions."</strong> She agreed that they didn't head back out against Poison ivy since neither of them had her Poison truly out of their systems. Dinah could tell M`gann as still in a lot of pain the way she kept doubling over and she could see she looked rather Ill from it all. <br><br>The Green Skinned girl then asked conversationally.<strong> "Do you live up here?&nbsp; I know it's not my place to ask, I'm just curious is all.&nbsp; I almost wish I'd thought of this myself, the view must be amazing from up here."</strong> Dinah was about to answer her and tell her yes she did live up here and wanted for little, even reveal she was originally from Gotham and confide in someone like she hadn't in a long time but they were interrupted by a famialr voice.<br><br>"The view is perfect for getting a look of the entire city. You'd think you would be able to witness any crime from up here." it said from the shadows. Dressed in all green leather and a hood with a bow as a weapon Dinah recognised him instantly, a man from her past. It was none other then former playboy Oliver Jonas Queen of Star City who had joned the League as Al-Sah-Him. He had been one of Ra`s top pupils and rumor has it he even wanted him to marry his youngest daughter Nyssa, who was at the time Dinah`s lover. But when Ra threatened Dinah's life Nyssa took the thrown and banished her for causeing her to slay her own farther. Dinah had been indirectly responsible for the death of Ra`s al Ghul. <br><br>Was Al-Sah-Him here for revenge outside of the League? Dinah took a defensive strike against him, he was the best of the best and she was not up to par with her fighting skills, maybe M`gann could aid her if the need be?.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Dinah Lance. Martian. I mean you no harm." he told her and she dropped her fighting stance alittle but wasn't completely off guard. What did Al-Sah-Him want with her? And why was he here in Gotham? "Been a long time archer." Was all she responded with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 15:43:51</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, 20:43<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary.<hr><br>The moment a strange voice called out from the shadows, an irony in and of itself, M'gann jerked her amber eyes towards the noise only to jump to her feet about the same time Dinah took up a defensive posture.&nbsp; That was amble enough reason for her to do the same as her eyes started to glow, preparing to use her natural talents against the stranger, right up until she got a look at his face.&nbsp; The recognition she picked up from Dinah was quickly drowned out by her own shock since M'gann knew who this man was, and not just from the news broadcast of his death.&nbsp; <strong>"Oliver Queen?&nbsp; You're supposed to be dead."</strong>&nbsp; As soon as the words left her mouth though, M'gann felt like slapping herself on the forehead as her eyes returned to a much more natural brown hue, having realized what was going on here.&nbsp; <strong>"Right, forget I said that, you were brought back to life just like another of my friends.&nbsp; But that makes me wonder if Artemis knows you're back."</strong>&nbsp; Considering Jason Todd, another of her friends, more like one of Artemis's friends, had also been brought back through the Pit, it was the only explanation that fit since everyone knew Oliver had died, facing the Dark Archer.<br><br>Artemis, she was going to be thrilled by the news, but she'd also likely beat Oliver's face in for his not contacting her sooner, depending on how long he'd been alive.&nbsp; She was just passionate like that, but in this case, M'gann couldn't blame her since it was no secret to the martian that the blonde archer had seen Oliver as a father figure, even after their falling out over her sister.&nbsp; While she didn't know the details, about why Artemis had quit 'Team Arrow', she had given her only a very brief summary, or whatever had happened between Dinah and Oliver, M'gann knew enough about the League of Shadows from her own run ins, mostly alongside Artemis, to recognize their bow and the arrows.&nbsp; That understandably worried her, given their violent and bloody history, let alone seeing a former hero carrying such an item.&nbsp; <strong>"Why are you armed with a League of Shadows weapon then if you don't mean us harm?&nbsp; Please tell me you're not working for them."</strong>&nbsp; Her tone was calm on the surface, but even in her weakened state, M'gann was prepared to defend herself as she subtly raised her right hand ever so slightly from her side.&nbsp; While she didn't exactly need her hands to use her powers, it made it easier to direct her telekinesis ability as a whole.&nbsp; Whatever was happening here, she wasn't fooling herself regarding their chances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 19:34:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:43<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>"Been a long time archer." Was all the White Canary said in reaction to his presence. Oliver, lowering his hands nodded and replied. "It has been. Ever since you've left, you're beloved has become restless. Your banishment still weighs heavy." Oliver looked towards the martian when she spoke. "Oliver Queen?&nbsp; You're supposed to be dead."&nbsp; "Right, forget I said that, you were brought back to life just like another of my friends.&nbsp; But that makes me wonder if Artemis knows you're back." Oliver sighed at this. He had tried looking for Artemis when he left on his mission, but she was hard to find. He did managed to get a hold of Roy, but he didn't know where Artemis was.<br><br>"Why are you armed with a League of Shadows weapon then if you don't mean us harm?&nbsp; Please tell me you're not working for them." Oliver sighed even heavier than last. This was going to be complicated. "For two years after my death at the hands of Malcolm Merlyn, I was brought back to life and pledged my life to Ra's Al Ghul. With his passing, the pledge goes to her daughter. Now, I am here to take back my life that was lost two years ago and to hunt Merlyn for his crimes against humanity and the league." Oliver raised his bow, having it parallel to his body for her to see. "I've lost my old bow in the fight. For now, I use something as simple as this. I plan to regain my resources while I'm here in Gotham. Search my mind if you wish Martian. I have nothing to hide."<br><br>Should M'gann search his mind, she would stumble upon what Oliver was thinking about. All two of his years were summed up in various memories. The beginning, an arrow piercing his chest and the sensation of free falling through the air. The feeling of pain that came when plummeting through a car. Waking up, healed and confused only to read a letter from his killer. The sensation of anger that overwhelmed the body and the feeling of the body picking up a glass of water and shattering it against the wall. The memory of Oliver training under the vision of Ra's Al Ghul himself came subtly after Oliver finally submitted the need to become stronger. She would then see a flash of Dinah Lance in her league armor through Oliver's eyes but the image quickly changed. Then Oliver, in league garb, bowing to Nyssa Al Ghul as she rose to ascension and she bestowed upon him his one chance to leave and take his world back. To the league, he still remains as Al Sah-Him; he still remains as one of their own. <br><br>But now, he is here as Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. Trying to retake his name, his weapons, and fix the mess he left. Starting with the one who beat him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 16:03:01</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, 20:43<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br>M`gann referred to him by his Western birth name, Oliver Queen, and it seemed they had a mutual friend called Artemis. Since Dinah had been ex-communicated from the League she hadn't kept track of any of its members. But it indeed seemed that he had left too and was infact the hero Green Arrow who had been on the news recently doing not too dissimilar work to what she had been attempting to do herself. He stated that Nyssa had become restless since her banishment, obviously the guilt in slaying Ra`s and Talia wayed heavily on her soul. Dinah felt such guilt for her part in the death of her beloved's farther and sister to protect her. But what could she do? What could she say? What was done was done and she hadn't the power to change it.&nbsp; At first she thought some loyalists to Ra`s might try to hunt her down and kill her, but after the first few months went by she understood their loyalty was now to Nyssa their new leader and queen.<br><br>But where did Al-Sah-Him stand in all of this?Ra`s had wanted HIM to marry Nyssa and continue his bloodline. It mattered little Nyssa was a gay woman.<br><br>M`gann did question Queens choice of weapon and she stated she too knew about the League and hoped he wasn't here to do either of them harm. As Lance recalled Queen was the best with a bow and arrow as she had ever seen so it made perfect sense it would be his weapon of choice. Dinah listened for Oliver to explain why he was here in Gotham and his relationship to the league now. He mentioned Malcolm Merlyn, the only man to truly best him and another&nbsp; former member of Ra`s League. So it seemed from what he said he was on good terms with Nyssa but not a member of the League.<br>"So are you here as Oliver queen? The Green Arrow? Ore Al-Sah-Him?" Dinah said with a raised eyebrow rather pointedly.<br><br>When they were in the League she found him to be amusing as he too was a man of the Western world brought to the East. He had a fire in his belly and determination in his heart which Dinah had admired greatly, infact if she was honest with herself she found him extremely attractive and did all she could to hide these feelings from her lover Nyssa. Nyssa was jealous and possessive and if she had known Dinah found Oliver desirable she would have slit his throat in his sleep and fed his body to the mountain cats. But looking at him here now that feeling of desire welled up inside her once more, a memory, a connection to her time in Nada par Bat when she was the concubine of the daughter of the demon. When life was much simpler then it was now and she had purpose and meaning. Her blue eyes locked with his and she knew he was telling the truth he meant her or M`gann no harm.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Is it Malcom Merlyn you seek here Oliver?" She then asked him without any unsteadiness in her voice. Dinah knew he was something of an obsession for the only son of Robert Queen and she knew Merlyn was still out there unchecked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 16:45:57</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, 20:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary/Oliver Queen.<hr><br>This had become real awkward for the empathic martian as her amber eyes flicked between Dinah and Oliver, both of which apparently had a history together.&nbsp; This was not what she had expected as she wondered what she had somehow gotten herself into this time.&nbsp; Being mixed up with the League of Shadows was the last thing she wanted, but Dinah had already saved her life quite possibly, and if Jade was any example, not every League member was so completely loyal to their ways.&nbsp; She might not have been the best example since Cheshire still did their bidding more times than not, but the point remained, not everyone in the League of Shadows were a downright threat.&nbsp; So she relaxed, if only slightly, but M'gann still kept herself ready to move on a moment's notice since she too was fully aware of how dangerous Oliver was with his bow.&nbsp; But his reassurances wasn't enough for M'gann, so she took him up on his offer to scan his memories.<br><br>Not that she had to make much of an effort since he offered them so freely.&nbsp; Still, M'gann's eyes started to glow green before he'd feel the slightes, strangest sensation of another mind touching his own as the martian linked them together.&nbsp; It took some getting used to, but there would be no further discomfort as she shifted through the last few years of his life, seeing what he'd endured during that time.&nbsp; When she was done, M'gann nodded and fully relaxed at last, her defenses down for good.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry for having to look, but I'm sure you understand it's better to be cautious than be proven wrong.&nbsp; And my name is M'gann, not martian."</strong>&nbsp; The last was said with slight annoyance, but she waved off any following apology, knowing that he hadn't meant to offend her as she pulled back completely from his mind.&nbsp; She was too distracted by what she'd seen through Oliver's eyes to let it bother her as she instinctively rubbed at her chest, the phantom pain of having an arrow go through her lingering long after the memory had started to fade.&nbsp; Death related memories always had that effect though, but few were those that could say they'd come back from the abyss, so it was much more pronounced because of that simple fact.<br><br>As for the fact Dinah had been there for part of it, dressed in full League garb no less, M'gann couldn't honestly imagine the woman as anything other than what she'd seen that night already.&nbsp; She had saved her life after all, and she hadn't done anything to earn her distrust, so M'gann let it go.&nbsp; Until such a time she was put on M'gann's radar, Dinah's past would remain her own.&nbsp; But she did raise a good question even though M'gann had a feeling they both already had the answer in their respective ways.&nbsp; <strong>"From what I saw, it wouldn't surprise me if he was after Malcolm.&nbsp; He did kill him and level most of the Glades after all."</strong>&nbsp; Whether she meant the live TV broadcast the world had witnessed that terrible day, or her recent scan of his mind, neither Dinah or Oliver could say.&nbsp; But it didn't matter really either as M'gann folded her hands behind her back, curious to see what Oliver said next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 20:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Oliver watched as the pang of guilt entered so slightly in Dinah's eyes. At that moment, he felt he went too far in mentioning Nyssa Al Ghul. There was so much history turned tragedy within her pass as an initiate with Oliver being one of the few that had a front row seat at all. Partly. He remembered the moment when he just arrived from training into the league's halls to find the bodies of both Ra's Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul laying at the feet of Nyssa. Oliver would have died if he wasn't quick to disarm Nyssa and claim that he wouldn't harm her. She did earn her title as the Demon's Head through blood and Oliver was sworn to servitude to that title. So are you here as Oliver queen? The Green Arrow? or Al-Sah-Him?" That was a simple question. "I may have left the League as a gift from the Demon's Head, but I am still welcomed as Al Sah-Him. But that is not what this is about. I am returning as Oliver Queen and as the Green Arrow." Oliver replied.<br><br>Oliver felt a strange tingle within his mind. The martian had taken up on his offer and he freely displayed his most prominent memories of the past few years. Some of the memories he displayed caused them to shift to the fond memory of seeing Dinah in League armor, but he shift from that memory immediately. When she was done she completely dropped her guard. "I'm sorry for having to look, but I'm sure you understand it's better to be cautious than be proven wrong.&nbsp; And my name is M'gann, not martian." Well he finally got his name after trying to refer to her in the most neutral way possible. "M'gann it is." Oliver replied.<br><br>Oliver couldn't help but feel his eyes keep drifting towards Dinah. She was attractive back then and now she was more prominent. She felt like the one person he'd actually yearn to touch, but couldn't. She was once of a different league from Oliver as the lover of a heir. She was beautiful and strong; a rare gem to find. She was there when he first arrived. She barely bat her eye towards him and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. But now she had her full attention on him. "Is it Malcolm Merlyn you seek here Oliver?" Dinah spoke, breaking Oliver out of his trance. Looking at the bow for a moment, Oliver lifted his head up with a reply. "Merlyn is the target yes. But taking back my life is the goal." Oliver wanted nothing more than to put an Arrow into Malcolm the same way Malcolm did him. But Oliver didn't want to be a killer. He was no longer an Assassin yes, but the true test would be when he faces Malcolm one more time.<br><br>"From what I saw, it wouldn't surprise me if he was after Malcolm.&nbsp; He did kill him and level most of the Glades after all." M'gann spoke. Oliver sighed to himself when she said this. It wasn't just the fact that Malcolm killed him. There was much more to this. "Malcolm killed me yes. But in killing me he did much more damage then what you say. He proved to the world once again that heroes do die. After the Justice League fell, some of us showed up under the pretense that we would honor their memory by protecting the Earth. That's why I operated in multiple cities in the past. But when he killed me, the whole world watched. He humiliated me. He made the world think I failed to save my city and I paid the price for it. And worse of all, he killed so many people and yet he's still out there alive and untouched. His name not even closely linked to the events of that day. The world thinks he's innocent. I am here to prove otherwise." Oliver stopped himself from saying more. He wasn't here to rant.<br><br>"But he isn't the only reason why I am here. I am here to take back my life and show the world that the Green Arrow is not dead. And that he is willing to work with the ragtag group of heroes here in Gotham and the other cities. I also hope that this group of heroes actually flourishes to be something more. I have hope that we could be something more unified. A team." Oliver said as he laid his bow down against the wall. This team of members of the Bat family and remnants of the Justice League could come together under the world's behest. It would be for the better. Even new up and coming heroes could join such as the White Canary. Oliver was fully ready to push for this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 22:49:44</strong>
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				<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, 20:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br><br><strong> "Malcolm killed me yes. But in killing me he did much more damage then what you say. He proved to the world once again that heroes do die. After the Justice League fell, some of us showed up under the pretense that we would honor their memory by protecting the Earth. That's why I operated in multiple cities in the past. But when he killed me, the whole world watched. He humiliated me. He made the world think I failed to save my city and I paid the price for it. And worse of all, he killed so many people and yet he's still out there alive and untouched. His name not even closely linked to the events of that day. The world thinks he's innocent. I am here to prove otherwise."</strong> Oliver explained which sure enough seemed like a reasonable explanation. Malcom had displeased Ra`s Al Ghul greatly when he disobeyed orders and as a result been banished from the League. He used Ra`s skills to plan an attack against his hometown Star City, when he ran into Oliver and took him down. A blood debt was a blood debt and Oliver owed Ra`s his second chance at life, a second chance to be a hero as the Green Arrow.<br><br><strong>"But he isn't the only reason why I am here. I am here to take back my life and show the world that the Green Arrow is not dead. And that he is willing to work with the ragtag group of heroes here in Gotham and the other cities. I also hope that this group of heroes actually flourishes to be something more. I have hope that we could be something more unified. A team."</strong> It seemed he wanted to get his life back on track as Oliver&nbsp; Queen as well as the Green Arrow. He put his bow down and moved closer towards them both. Dinah could see a change in him, a calmness that he hadn't had when they were both in the League. He said the world needed hero's just like the Justice League, just what she and M`gann had been saying. <br><br>"We were just saying the same thing ironically. The Justice league as they were....M`ganns uncle.....they can never be replaced but enough of us are around to make a difference....we just need some co-ordination....maybe a clubhouse?" She then turned towards M`gann and smiled as she gently put her hand on the young Martians shoulder. "You mentioned other heroes M`gann....maybe you could be the one to bridge the gap between relieve out of towners like Oliver and myself with the more established Bat family." She pulled her hand away from M`ganns back and put her hands on her hips and looked between her two visitor's. "Not everyone might warm to Oliver and I given we were technically members of the League of Assassins, its well know Ra`s and Batman were mortal enemies." She stated in a knowing and sure voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 23:21:38</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, 20:47<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen.<hr><br>Exchanging one last look with Oliver after he agreed to use her name, she listened intently to what he had to say regarding why he was back, and not just in Gotham.&nbsp; There was something he wasn't saying, but the sincerity regarding what he <em>had </em>said was practically palpable to the emerald skinned woman as she nodded in understanding.&nbsp; In a way, he and Jason Todd weren't so different from each other, although it looked like Oliver had come out of the Pit without quite as many problems as Jason had.&nbsp; She was sure there would still be side effects, no one died and came back without them if the legends Artemis had told her about the Pits were to be believed at face value, and from what she had seen of Jason himself since his return, but in this moment, she couldn't sense anything amiss with Oliver.&nbsp; On the other hand, she didn't have a lot to go on either other than what little she knew about him from Artemis, having never met him personally, but she was fairly sure she'd have picked up on the rage associated with being brought back to life by now if it was there to pick up at all.&nbsp; Not that it mattered she supposed, since that wsan't the real reason why she was trying to see behind the calm veneer Oliver gave off.&nbsp; She was just....naturally worried, about what would happen when Artemis learned Oliver was alive, and her protective instincts were starting to work their way into the forefront of her mind.&nbsp; When it came to her closest friends and 'family', M'gann could be just as protective as anyone.<br><br>But her worry aside, M'gann understood and even sympathized with Oliver's desire to get his life back together.&nbsp; Who could blame him for wanting to regain even a fraction of what he'd lost when Malcolm killed him, and not just that, but humiliated him in the process?&nbsp; A fact Oliver himself confirmed later, as he went on to talk about getting the band back together in terms of making another Justice League.&nbsp; After talking to both Wally and her old friends about it, and then talking about it with Dinah before Oliver brought it up yet again, M'gann was more than open to the idea even if a part of her wondered if it was their right to reform what had been utterly annihilated.&nbsp; To pick up where the JL had ended, but she pushed those doubts aside and nodded once more.&nbsp; Ignoring the brief flashes she picked up from Dinah regarding her own role in the League of Shadows, as brief as it was compared to some of the assassins she'd met over the years, M'gann took some small comfort from the hand on her back before meeting Dinah's gaze after she had finished speaking her own piece.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't think my voice has as much weight as you believe, but I'll be willing to do what I can to talk to the others about this.&nbsp; I know most of the heroes, that's true, having grown up with most of them to some extent or another.&nbsp; We're friends, some I even consider family.&nbsp; Something I was sorely missing as a child back on Mars....."</strong><br><br>She didn't elaborate as her eyes flicked towards the floor between her feet, her amber eyes having lost some of their earlier luster as old, lonely memories threatened to press down on her, and instead pushed onward, much as Oliver himself had regarding certain aspects of his true reason for being here in Gotham.&nbsp; She had a feeling there was more to his story, but what he had told them both made up M'gann's mind, let alone his putting down his bow.&nbsp; Taking a breath, she began, softly at first before gaining confidence in what she had to say.&nbsp; <strong>"Oliver can confirm this, as I'm sure you could as well Dinah, but not all the Shadows I've met are bad people, such as the term applies.&nbsp; Artemis's sister, Jade, can be safely put in a gray area between the two as one example, and I'm sure there are others out there that at least stray between the two.&nbsp; And just a little bit ago, Dinah brought me here and gave me something that purged Ivy's toxic spores from my system, so I owe her my life as it is.&nbsp; That said, I might not agree with what the League of Shadows does, having fought them alongside the others on more than one occasion, but you seem honest and sincere in your desire to do this, two things I picked up on as you spoke.&nbsp; Being telepathic consequently means I'm also empathetic, so it's hard to lie around me even when I'm not actively trying to use any of my powers.&nbsp; And technically speaking, not everyone who's been on the League started out as heroes either.&nbsp; I can name half a dozen that had spotty pasts that would have put them at odds with the law of any country, but they changed their lives around, became something more, so you wouldn't be the first by any means.&nbsp; Something I'll remind the others of if it gets brought up."</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't much, but it was certainly a step in the right direction as M'gann let her hands fall to her sides before she hesitantly reached for Oliver's hand.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll do what I can, but as I said before, I don't know if it'll be enough.&nbsp; But I agree with you, if that's any consolation.&nbsp; We need the Justice League back."</strong>&nbsp; She was in it now, but M'gann couldn't help but feel optimistic about what this might end up becoming if all went according to plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 00:07:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:47<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>"We were just saying the same thing ironically. The Justice league as they were....M`ganns uncle.....they can never be replaced but enough of us are around to make a difference....we just need some co-ordination....maybe a clubhouse?" Oliver nodded at this idea. "M'gann... so you are Martian Manhunter's niece. Being the heir to a billionaire dollar company with enough money to throw around, I can help establish this. Add in the fact that I plan to publicly announce my return I can also help endorse us. I need one thing though." Oliver drifted off as he looked at M'gann. She established herself as Artemis's friend. She is even quite protective of her. So, being in the situation that he is right now, he needed to play this carefully before she'd think he was up to something. Technically he was, but it wasn't anything bad. &nbsp;"You mentioned other heroes M`gann....maybe you could be the one to bridge the gap between relieve out of towners like Oliver and myself with the more established Bat family." "I don't think my voice has as much weight as you believe, but I'll be willing to do what I can to talk to the others about this.&nbsp; I know most of the heroes, that's true, having grown up with most of them to some extent or another.&nbsp; We're friends, some I even consider family.&nbsp; Something I was sorely missing as a child back on Mars....." She has a connection with other heroes. Good. "I've got a few people I've met too. Back in the day when I was Green Arrow I mean."<br><br>"Not everyone might warm to Oliver and I given we were technically members of the League of Assassins, its well know Ra`s and Batman were mortal enemies." "Oliver can confirm this, as I'm sure you could as well Dinah, but not all the Shadows I've met are bad people, such as the term applies.&nbsp; Artemis's sister, Jade, can be safely put in a gray area between the two as one example, and I'm sure there are others out there that at least stray between the two.&nbsp; And just a little bit ago, Dinah brought me here and gave me something that purged Ivy's toxic spores from my system, so I owe her my life as it is.&nbsp; That said, I might not agree with what the League of Shadows does, having fought them alongside the others on more than one occasion, but you seem honest and sincere in your desire to do this, two things I picked up on as you spoke.&nbsp; Being telepathic consequently means I'm also empathetic, so it's hard to lie around me even when I'm not actively trying to use any of my powers.&nbsp; And technically speaking, not everyone who's been on the League started out as heroes either.&nbsp; I can name half a dozen that had spotty pasts that would have put them at odds with the law of any country, but they changed their lives around, became something more, so you wouldn't be the first by any means.&nbsp; Something I'll remind the others of if it gets brought up." M'gann reached for Oliver's hand hesitantly. He grasped it softly with his own, shaking it. "I'll do what I can, but as I said before, I don't know if it'll be enough.&nbsp; But I agree with you, if that's any consolation.&nbsp; We need the Justice League back."<br><br>"Thank you. I see that you are a good friend to Artemis. Which is why I need your help. I need to find Artemis." Oliver said. He needed her here to help access their safe house's emergency storage in case Oliver ever went rogue. It required two of the three original Team's bio-metrics to access so her and Roy could've accessed it. Problem was Oliver wanted Roy to remain in Star City for now. Plus, Oliver felt it was time to clear the air between him and Artemis. Silently, Oliver rotated his jaw in an attempt to ready himself. Looking over to Dinah, Oliver wondered for a moment as to what she did after she left the league. Getting a new costume was one of the things obviously. Was Gotham her home town? Oliver released M'gann from the handshake and held it towards Dinah. "We could use your help too. You're as much of a part of this as we are." Oliver said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 04:17:55</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, 20:47<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br>Both Oliver and M`gann were talking of this mutual friend Artemis and as such Dinah was finding it hard to follow them both. Obviously it was another heroine who had at one point or another crossed paths with them both. Dinah was confused to Queens intention's, why come here if he was looking for this Artemis? Unless he thought that M`gann would know her whereabouts or maybe even Dinah herself? But it was pretty clear the White Canary was NOT really part of the superhero community to the extent both M`gann and Green Arrow were. <br><br>Oliver said she could help them as she was as much a part of this as they were. But she didn't really know what he meant by that and honestly she was still trying to hold down her lunch after getting Poison Ivy's crap out of her system. "I need a few hours to rest up im afraid Arrow. If you guys want youre welcome to stay here.....but my plans for this evening include, meditation, a shower and sleep....not necessarily in that order." What was the point of running around half cocked when Gotham City was in the state it was in? <br><br>"Maybe youre friend Artemis is at the Gotham Bank....lots of hero types were their giving it to Poison Ivy and her boys not too long ago..." She said as she wrapped her arms across her ample chest as she turned and moved towards the clock-tower window to look out and see the flashing Police and Ambulance lights speeding past down below in the direction of where she and Miss Martian had come from not too long ago.<br><br>M`gann was a alien and Oliver was a billionaire, so in terms of resources in finding someone she didn't doubt that they would do it. But other then Olivers flattering comment about her coming along for the ride she knew her way of *working* was at a far more simplistic level then the two of them and for a moment she felt rather useless in the whole state of things. If they needed someone to be punched and kicked badly THAT she could do, but she was a former Assassin and not a great detective. s she glanced back at Green Arrow her mind cast back once more to her time with him in the league of Assassin's and when she herself was resurrected by the infemerous Lazarus pit. <br><br>Ra`s was NOT happy his daughter had put a *degenerate* like her in his scared pitt of life. <br><br>(http://screencrush.com/files/2015/05/tumblr_nocq9m1YSz1sf98hjo2_500.gif)<br><br>Once you emerged from that pitt you were never the same and as she looked over at the man she knew at the time as Al-Sah-Him she pitted him that he still craved to get back to the man he was before the league....because she knew....he never truly would be that man ever again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 04:58:10</strong>
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				((One thing Fate, you might want to keep up with the time stamp, or even push it ahead a few minutes anytime you post if you think it's appropriate.&nbsp; Beyond that, I'm loving your posts so far.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br><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, 20:53<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen.<hr><br>Dinah's mentioning of her uncle had M'gann looking away, a stray tear forming in her right eye at the reminder although she knew it hadn't been meant to hurt her.&nbsp; It was just painful, even now, to think about that terrible day five, almost six years ago now.&nbsp; So she only looked away and let out a tired, heavy sigh as she clutched at her right arm under her chest, her gaze downcast.&nbsp; Even when Oliver made the suggestion he could provide the funding they'd need for a new base of operations, the Watchtower having been destroyed along with the League, supplies, basically anything they'd need, M'gann hardly responded.&nbsp; But she forced those thoughts away, and just in time too when Oliver mentioned he had people he could talk to before he had died.&nbsp; She nodded and looked up, hoping they hadn't noticed how she had closed up there for a few seconds.&nbsp; Artemis had talked about 'Team Arrow' as it had been lovingly called, although the archer would never admit it.&nbsp; She knew about Roy, but she didn't say so out loud, instead cocking her head to the side when she sensed where both Dinah and Oliver's minds had gone.&nbsp; She wished she hadn't when she saw how Nyssa had revived the woman at her side.&nbsp; That had been....disturbing, to say the least.<br><br>It had the slightly beneficial side effect of giving M'gann something else to focus on though, so she didn't say a word about that either.&nbsp; Instead she shook Oliver's hand and shook her head when Dinah suggested Artemis was in Gotham, helping to clean up the bank.&nbsp; <strong>"She's in Metropolis.&nbsp; She left just a few days ago and didn't expect to be back until later.&nbsp; Her father showed up and she's trying to track him down.&nbsp; As for why I'm so protective of her, let's just say she was more than happy to act as a surrogate sister, something we both needed."</strong>&nbsp; It went without saying that she had helped, in her own way, to keep M'gann sane after her uncle had been killed right in front of her.&nbsp; It just proved what M'gann had learned a long time ago, that you didn't need powers to be a hero of incredible value.&nbsp; A message she sent solely to Dinah herself, having sensed her doubt in her own skills being of any use against such powerful people like herself.&nbsp; <em>"You don't give yourself enough credit, Dinah.&nbsp; You'd be a valuable ally no matter what.&nbsp; Powers don't make someone a hero, it's the will to do something that does that.&nbsp; You have the will, that's all that should matter."</em>&nbsp; Having said her peace to the former assassin, she turned to Oliver at last and nodded before pulling out her cellphone from a hidden pocket in her costume.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll pass along a message, but I won't tell her why she needs to come back to Gotham.&nbsp; I won't be the one responsible if Lawrence Crock escapes again."</strong><br><br>Taking a few minutes to put in a call, she looked to Oliver and said simply, <strong>"It's not pressing, but the sooner you can come back to Gotham after taking care of Sportsmaster, the better."</strong>&nbsp; Having finished her call, she'd put her phone away in a side 'pocket', before rubbing at her stomach again when another painful tremor passed through it.&nbsp; <strong>"Ugh....I think I'm going to stay here too.&nbsp; Ivy's toxin is still running rampant, but it's a lot better than what it was thanks to Dinah's antidote.&nbsp; If you don't mind...I think a shower is in order for me too, but after that I might head out, try and get some air."</strong>&nbsp; The unsaid part of her answer was that she'd give Dinah and Oliver time to be alone if he stuck around that long of course.&nbsp; Otherwise, she'd simply rest and try and recover from the fight with Ivy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 11:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:54<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian, Booster Gold (mentions)<br><hr><br>"Maybe your friend Artemis is at the Gotham Bank....lots of hero types were their giving it to Poison Ivy and her boys not too long ago..." Oliver almost left as soon as he heard that. But M'gann beat him to the punch. She referenced the fact that she was in Metropolis hunting down her father, Lawrence Crock. Oliver remembered the time he once faced off against Sportsmaster. He did it without Artemis being there or knowing that it happened. He didn't want her doing anything rash when he faught Sportsmaster. Back then, both of them fought to a standstill until Sportsmaster escaped barely. Now, Oliver has become stronger than ever. He feels he could easily take care of Sportsmaster now.<br><br>"I'll stay here then. I haven't had a moments rest since arriving here two days ago. I have faith the other heroes have Ivy handled." Unless if it's Booster Gold. Then it may be a challenge. Oliver also felt that these two could use someone as a look out in case any lingering effects from Ivy's toxin. He did have something on hand if that was the case. A concoction the League taught him how to make and use from simple herbs to cure most poison like venom from a snake or respiratory toxins. Otherwise, he probably would sit down for a bit and take a little nap. <br><br>Oliver looked over to Dinah who stared out the window. He once heard from word of mouth that she too was set into the Lazarus Pit. Unlike him, Ra's Al Ghul did not take kindly to this gesture of his daughter. He walked over to her and stared out of the same window as his shadow loomed over hers. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you wouldn't be able to contribute much to our idea. However we could use someone to keep us honest." Oliver crossed his arms with a small smirk on his face. She had a simple approach to crime in comparison to many of the heroes. That was what she and Oliver shared in common. However, Oliver liked using a bow and Dinah had experience as a police officer so she understands the kill or be killed attitude. Back when he was a the Green Arrow before his death, Oliver followed in the footsteps of Batman and utilized the no killing rule. Oliver didn't know about now though. Being trained by the league to kill and dipping into the Lazarus Pit may make him slip an arrow through Merlyn's chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 03:44:46</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, 20:55<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br>It appeared that this "Artemis" wasn't even in Gotham City but in Metropolis, so Oliver might need to hit the road again soon if he wanted to find her. <br>Artemis was something of a sister figure to Miss Martian as she stated and as such that bonded her to Oliver. Dinah wondered what became of him when he left the League, it was her understanding you only left the League in death. Unless one had committed a crime against them in which case you were excommunicated like herself and Malcom Merlyn. Suddenly she felt a strange thing in her head, a strange new sensation and then she heard M`gann speaking telepathically to her. <strong> "You don't give yourself enough credit, Dinah.&nbsp; You'd be a valuable ally no matter what.&nbsp; Powers don't make someone a hero, it's the will to do something that does that.&nbsp; You have the will, that's all that should matter." </strong> To which the blond woman turned and smiled at her new ally, it was a warm smile and a geuine one. She had been so used to been on her own since becoming the Canary she wasn't used to having support from others. It was nice to have people who understood her and what she was going through and was trying to achieve here in Gotham. <br><br><strong>"It's not pressing, but the sooner you can come back to Gotham after taking care of Sportsmaster, the better."</strong> M`gann then outloud to the emerald archer who Dinah had noticed was resting his bow and therefore didn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere either.&nbsp; <br><br>M`gann then stated ivy`s toxin was not out of her system yet and as a result she was going to stay in the Clock-tower for the night. Oliver then said he hadn't had a moments rest since coming to Gotham and then walked over to stand beside her to look out at the spectacular view of the City. The billionaire then stated in a calm and assured voice. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you wouldn't be able to contribute much to our idea. However we could use someone to keep us honest." he then had that smirk, that smirk he used to wear back in the days of the League, was it over confidence? Amusement? Or was he just marvelling at the wonder's of this strange world?<br><br>Dinah found Oliver Queen s interesting when they were in the League together, but she couldn't show that interest or get to know him without igniting the jealousy of Nyssa. Funny how they both were no longer members of the League and now dressed up in leather beating up bad guys, although he had done that before the days of Nada par Bat, maybe Dinah was thinking of him when she took up her mantle as White Canary, she never thought about it like that...until now. Dinah moved over towards m`gann who was still as woozy as she was from the Poison they had ingested earlier tonight. "I think a cold shower is in order...let me show you the bathroom." She then lead Miss Martian from the belle tower across the small hall to a wooden door and the smallest bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink with three towels up on a railing Dinah had fitted herself. it could barley fit one person so Dinah stayed in the doorway. The light was a single uncovered bulb and the mirror had a crack in the right hand corner. <br>"The expression living like a Spartan comes to mind." Miss Lance joked as she rubbed M`ganns back again. "Oliver and I will get some food....what can you eat?" Although M`gann seemed perfectly humanoid Dinah didn't know what Martians could and could not eat here on Earth.....given M`gann was the first alien she had ever met there was no way she could possibly know otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 04:42:41</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, 20:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen.<hr><br>The genuine smile Dinah threw her way had M'gann returning the gesture, however briefly, before making her call to Artemis.&nbsp; It was probably just as well since the white martian had a lot on her mind, the least of which was the whole situation she was likely dragging her 'sister' into by not giving her a heads up regarding Oliver's return.&nbsp; Artemis would probably have some pretty strong words for M'gann when they talked again, but this was something that M'gann felt couldn't be talked about over the phone.&nbsp; How did you even begin to explain that someone you cared about had came back from the dead?&nbsp; Sure it had happened before with Jason Todd, but that hadn't been any easier for her or Artemis since they had known him pretty well, but this was in another league of its own.&nbsp; But she pushed those thoughts to the side, made her call to Artemis, and hoped she'd be able to forgive her for not warning her that she was going to be reunited with the man that had both become like a father figure to the archer, and had almost killed her sister during a routine scuffle with the League of Shadows, resulting in her and Oliver going their separate ways for a time.<br><br>Thankfully Oliver himself distracted her from dwelling on that whole conundrum by saying something nearly identical to what she'd sent to Dinah alone.&nbsp; It was nice to know the man still retained most of his former attributes before he'd been killed by Malcolm Merlyn, at least from what Artemis had told M'gann about him anyway.&nbsp; The strong, confident, reliable man that had supported one of the most important people in her life, despite everything that had happened between them.&nbsp; So hearing Oliver reassure Dinah brought a smile to M'gann's face this time before she let the white clad woman lead her away to the bathroom.&nbsp; <strong>"I appreciate this Dinah, and I can take the heat, just in moderation is all.&nbsp; Or does the hot water not work up here?"</strong>&nbsp; She was genuinely curious, but cold or hot, just the thought of a shower was a welcome distraction in any event as she let her gaze sweep over the tiny bathroom before her.&nbsp; Living like a spartan was a little bit of an understatement, but another Earth saying came to mind as M'gann started to undress before pausing, remembering she had an audience of one.&nbsp; A fact Dinah reinforced when she rubbed her back again.<br><br>Before her cheeks could turn as red as her hair in embarrassment, Dinah asked a question regarding what she could eat.&nbsp; The martian blinked as she looked over her shoulder before a smile tugged at her lips.&nbsp; It wasn't a question a lot of people asked her, since M'gann didn't make it a habit of announcing the fact she was an alien.&nbsp; That said, she appreciated the fact Dinah had even considered their food might be problematic for her system, but it wasn't necessary in this case.&nbsp; The thought still mattered though, and had M'gann thankful for another reason to have met Dinah at all tonight.&nbsp; <strong>"Whatever you can eat I can as well.&nbsp; My shape-shifting allows for changes at the cellular level, but genetically speaking, I'm close enough to human that I don't have to worry about going into anaphylactic shock or anything like that if I eat the wrong thing.&nbsp; I do have preferences, but as your people are fond of saying, beggars can't be choosers.&nbsp; So whatever you bring back will be fine."</strong>&nbsp; She stated before sending a telepathic message to her bio clothes to form a seam up the front of her chest all the way down to her waist, where the 'top' half of her costume ended.&nbsp; Her long black pants shrunk until they became a pair of shorts, which also split in the front, allowing her to slip out of both without any trouble whatsoever.&nbsp; She paused though, and blushed before shutting the door so that she had <em>some </em>privacy at the very least, but the martian didn't shut it completely so she could keep the conversation going between them before she stepped into the shower, leaving her clothing folded neatly on the edge of the sink.&nbsp; She'd keep it short, just so Dinah didn't have to wait for long and run the risk of running out of hot water, if there was hot water to even use anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 14:59:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/ff9b/th/pre/i/2015/310/4/a/green_arrow_by_dimitrosw-d92mmqx.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian, Booster Gold (mentions)<br><hr><br>"Oliver and I will get some food....what can you eat?" "Whatever you can eat I can as well.&nbsp; My shape-shifting allows for changes at the cellular level, but genetically speaking, I'm close enough to human that I don't have to worry about going into anaphylactic shock or anything like that if I eat the wrong thing.&nbsp; I do have preferences, but as your people are fond of saying, beggars can't be choosers.&nbsp; So whatever you bring back will be fine." Oliver stepped out into the hall after they left and heard the conversation. As he listened, he heard an interesting factoid about Martians and their physiology. Well that's convenient, Oliver thought to himself. Oliver took off the bulky quiver off of his body and reached into a secret compartment. He took out a leather jacket and loose cargo pants. Taking off his hood and stowing away his mask, Oliver put on his leather jacket over his uniform; covering him up completely. Then he slipped on the pants to cover the green ones that were a part of his uniform.<br><br>"I wonder if there's a Big Belly Burger around here. I remember there was one somewhere in Gotham." Oliver thought out loud. He hadn't had Big Belly Burger since he died two years ago. Eating nothing but rice and meat with veggies here and there tends to get old after three months. He missed civilization with modern settings. He missed technology, cheese burgers, and his family. Ever since his father died, Oliver's return years later was the biggest gift anyone could give to his mother. She was alone for five years on her own metaphorical island until he returned. And then he died again with her knowing that he died. He wouldn't hide his secret identity from his mother. So she knew it was her son fighting that 'monster of a man' that night. Ever since he returned, he hasn't contacted her yet. He didn't know how he could bring it up to his mother. She lost him once. He didn't think she'd forgive him for leaving her again.&nbsp; <br><br>Oliver sat his quiver next to his bow and waited for Dinah to return. He shoved his hands into his pockets as she helped M'gann get settled into the shower. Looking over to his bow, he began to feel a sense of yearning for his old set up. It was better and convenient. This was a piece of antique from an old order. Given that it's still deadly, but his trick arrows were meant for his other bow. Oliver remembered what kind of bow it was. It was a custom version of a Oneida Kestrel series that allowed modifications for grappling and zip lining. It also had perfect balance and weight for cqc purposes as well as added options of close quarter riot control. But all of it wasn't enough to beat Merlyn. Now Oliver had to wait for Artemis to come to Gotham. Not only was it to fix his relationship with her, but it was also to access his old arsenal as well as some of her old tools. He also had a birthday present for her that was left forgotten. "My jaw's already hurting thinking about it." Oliver thought.<br><br>Oliver then began to think about the league and how Nyssa just let him leave. It wasn't for a mission even though she asked of him to find Merlyn. She told him that he was free to leave and return as he wished. He couldn't understand it. Was it because he was the first to pledge himself to her reign? Maybe it was because she knew he was her father's favorite and wanted him out of the picture. That gift works both ways though. She would be rid of him and he would be free to return to his world. But then she gave him permission to return should he desire. Like he wasn't kicked out. Dinah was forced out for her part in the death of the Demon's Head even though she was only the victim in the situation. But it was better this way. She was too different to die an assassin. She was brighter in many ways in comparison to the rest of the league. It's probably why Nyssa coveted her. And it's probably why he found her so beautiful. <br><br>Oliver may have been Ra's Al Ghul's favorite, but Dinah Laurel Lance was his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 23:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://st-im.kinopoisk.ru/im/kadr/2/1/3/kinopoisk.ru-Caity-Lotz-2130566.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, 20:58<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Martian/Green Arrow <br><hr><br>"I appreciate this Dinah, and I can take the heat, just in moderation is all.&nbsp; Or does the hot water not work up here?" M`gann questioned to which the blonde bombshell just nodded and smiled in response. "Give it a couple of minutes." She told her confidently.<br>Turns out Martians could eat earth food just fine as M`gann explained that her shape-shifting allowd for changes at the cellular level, pretty cool indeed. The White Canary then left her in the bathroom to undress and step into a refreshing shower for the evening to wash away the grim and the dirt of the city.&nbsp; Oliver then mused if they had a Big Belly Burger around here, the all American burger which everyone liked.<br><br>"Weve got one a couple of blocks over." Dinah told him as she unzipped her white leather costume from the back and started to pull it down she had her back to Arrow as she undressed, peeling off her costume and taking off her boots. Her underwear was plain white and she changed into something more *civilian*. A white fold down sweater and black leather pants with matching boots. She even put on a pair of earrings and put some lipstick on with a small hand-mirror as she turned around and walked back over to Mr Queen who had also changed out of his Green Arrow gear. <br><br>Dinah smiled warmly as she looked up at Oliver, he looked good out of all his Arrow garb, like that tabloid mess of Starling City back in the day. "Shall we?" She said as she indicated towards the door and they started to leave. "We will be back in a bit M`gann!" She called out to her Martian friend who was now occupying her tiny bathroom. As Oliver stepped infront of her Dianh couldn't help herself but look at his perky ass, yeah....it was defiantly good to have Oliver Queen back on the scene again. She smiled cheekily behind him and closed the door as they walked down the steps and out of the Clock tower building.<br><br><strong>Continued here</strong> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=240803.msg11877612#msg11877612
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 01:38:42</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, 21:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After dealing with Ivy and Thorn and leaving them in the other heroes capable hands, Orin finally allows himself to worry about his adopted niece. He tracks her unique mental signature using his own telepathy back to a seemingly average clock tower in the centre of Gotham...<br><hr><hr><br>Finally! It had taken a good hour or so, but Ivy was finally dealt with and left in the capable hands of the other heroes - though he may have disagreed with their methods, they were undoubtedly able to handle a seemingly cooperative Ivy and Thorn without his assistance. If nothing else, Marshal Tempest should be present with them as well, and if Ivy was now powerful enough to challenge Atlantis's most powerful sorcerer, well...there wasn't much Orin would have been able to do either. He was more physically imposing than Garth, true, and was faster and stronger...but against an opponent like Ivy, that could be turned against you very quickly. As it was, there was nothing else he could really do in that little gathering and as much as he wanted to stay and hear Ivy and Thorns confessions directly, he knew that he couldn't; he was largely useless there, and with M'gann still in the wind having disappeared during the fight at the bank, he knew he wouldn't be able to focus for much longer without making certain that she was safe. Besides, the only reason that he needed to be there was to make certain that he heard their words verbatim and asked the right follow up questions...but he trusted Mage Marshal Tempest to make a note of them and perform the proper cross examination in his stead. He may not have been king, but Garth had a good head on his shoulders and was loyal to his king to a fault as far as Orin could tell. You didn't fight next to somebody you didn't trust during the Battle Of The Abyss and survive...something many of his soldiers ended up learning the hard way. Still...Ivy and Thorn were contained, for the moment, and as soon as he knew that M'gann was safe he would return and continue his mission. But for the time being...his priority was M'gann; if she had been captured, he needed to break her out before it was too late, and that risk made finding M'gann a more immediate concern than gathering intel from Thorn and Ivy. <br><br>So, he had returned to the GCB in central Gotham where the fight had taken place - and where he had last seen M'gann - and reached out with his telepathic senses to try and pick up her trail; they had strayed too far from each other to keep the telepathic communication line open, so it had shut on its own...but he knew some other tricks with his mental abilities that he could use to try and locate her. For one, having spent so much time in her head he knew that she had an extremely unique mental imprint that he would recognise a mile away; every brain and every mind in existence had a slightly different "image" that was left behind by their mind that telepaths that were skilled or powerful enough could pick up on. Most of the time they were simply flashes of when they had inspiration or when their brain was under stress or thinking under the effects of adrenaline - moments of extreme mental activity - but with a telepath as powerful as M'gann? She left a trail a mile wild, if you knew what to look for. Namely, her unique mental imprint...which, as he had surveyed the battlescene, he found in a matter of moments. It was suppressed - she was sick, most likely, and fading in and out of consciousness given her state the last time he had seen her, affected by Ivy's toxin - and almost non-existent, but for somebody who knew M'gann like he did, it was easy to pick up her unique mental images. He had set off quickly, taking to the rooftops to move faster than he could if he were down on the street, making sure to follow M'gann's waning mental signal as closely as he could without leaving the skyline. It was headed further into the centre of Gotham - a sensible place for a hideout; equadistant from each extreme of the island, and everything and everybody passed through Central Gotham at some point or another - and whoever had taken M'gann, they were careful. They zigzagged and weaved more than was perhaps strictly necessary on their way...but thanks to his intimate knowledge of M'gann's mental signature, he was able to stick with the trail all the way to the end.<br><br>And that end confused him; he now stood facing a large, old-looking clock tower jutting up above the rest of the buildings and towering over the main road that ran beneath it as it pierced the night sky. He could see no lights on inside it, hear no movement from it and could smell nothing particularly off about it...and yet her imprint led him directly there. Had he made a mistake somehow, followed the wrong thought signature? No, not possible. He knew M'ganns mental voice like the back of his hand, there was no chance in Hades that he would get <em>that</em> wrong...so maybe she simply passed out all the way and her mental image was too faint for him to see? Possibly, but why at that point? Why, if he was able to follow it that far, did it suddenly stop? And no, the third option was unacceptable. He wasn't even going to show it the decency to present its case, it was simply wrong and he was going to ignore it. But...what could he do? The signature stopped at the base of the clock tower - which he was perched on, at a outcropping perhaps halfway up, having climbed up in order to try and find a way in that didn't out his presence to the general populace below - but he could find no indication of where she entered or why she had been taken there. But, he knew he had to find out; he was close, and he wasn't going to walk away. M'gann's safety was his responsibility and his honour to ensure, and he was not about to let her be taken for any kind of reason ever again; Luthor's captivity was the last time she was going to be kept in chains. But how did he determine where she was? Without knowing whereabouts she was, he couldn't lock on to her current mental signature in order to send her a telepathic message, especially with so many people milling about down below...and if she didn't have her telepathic channel open, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint her location either.<br><br>She could do it to him because she was a much more powerful telepath than he was, but unless he knew where she was, he wasn't able to contact her directly. However...he knew what "frequencies" she could hear, and they had a type of mental call for that kind of situation. If they were separated and one was attempting to find the other when they were otherwise being prevented somehow from opening a direct pinpoint link...the one searching would simply extend his or her telepathic influence over the immediate area and send a message via a method that meant that only those specifically listening for it would hear it. It wasn't the safest way of communicating, but it was the best he could do in order to pinpoint her location. Climbing to the top of the tower, he perched atop it and extended his telepathic influence in all directions as far as it could go. Hopefully, it would work on the first go.<br><em>M'gann? M'gann! Can you hear me? Are you nearby and are you safe? I'm on top of the Clock Tower in Central Gotham. Respond in any way that you can!</em> And so on and so forth; he repeated the message, increasing its strength each time, just in case. Normal humans couldn't hear it...but any telepath listening into the general traffic of thoughts almost certainly would figure out that somebody was using a specific mental cypher and probably crack it rather quickly. And if there were people intercepting the transmission? Well, they evidently had M'gann held hostage, and deserved no quarter. He just hoped that M'gann was the only telepath in the are, or he might have just given his position away to her hypothetical captor. Oops.*<br><br><hr><br>*Sarcasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 04:03:58</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, 20:56 - 21:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dinah Lance/White Canary, Oliver Queen/Green Arrow.&nbsp; (Leaving, hopefully returning with food.)&nbsp; Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>As promised, the hot water soon came pouring out of the shower, much to M'gann's great relief as she gave off a contented groan.&nbsp; Fighting, even if her powers largely consisted of using her mental abilities over any physical action, always left her feeling dirty and in need of a good shower.&nbsp; Being poisoned, throwing up what she'd had for dinner that night before sweating out most of Ivy's toxins after being dragged here by Dinah after she'd injected her cure for that same poison had left the martian feeling especially soiled and in need of a borderline scalding shower.&nbsp; So she was indeed quite thankful there was hot water in this rather strange hideout.&nbsp; It was in plain sight, yet no one would think to look into the Clocktower as a newly arrived Mask's hiding place.&nbsp; It was too public, able to be seen by anyone that passed by, yet even M'gann hadn't considered someone had been living here of all places, which just proved that hiding in plain sight was indeed a good tactic.&nbsp; The same could be said of Wayne Manor and those that lived there, that operated from the hidden network of caves deep within the grounds of the massive and old family estate.&nbsp; Still, she pushed those thoughts to the side and turned to the door when Dinah called out, letting her know she and Oliver were heading out to get some food.&nbsp; <strong>"Bring me something back please?&nbsp; My dinner wound up in front of the GCB and I'm kind of starving because of it.&nbsp; A shame really, that spaghetti from Fish Mooney's was good too."</strong>&nbsp; She replied, not about to ask for anything in particular since she was fairly sure, even with her stomach still doing the occasional flip, that she could eat a horse and be happy if it stayed down.&nbsp; With that in mind, M'gann was fairly sure it went without saying that something simple, like soup or something, would probably be the best idea at this point in time.<br><br>Stepping out of the shower about ten minutes after the two heroes had left, M'gann came out of the bathroom, feeling much better as she wandered through the clocktower, wrapped only in one of Dinah's towels.&nbsp; She sighed, hating feeling so powerless, yet even then, she still felt a little queasy, and knew she wouldn't be in any shape to help at the bank.&nbsp; With that in mind though, she went to Dinah's TV and flipped it on, wondering if there was any updates regarding the situation at the bank.&nbsp; She was a little surprised that whatever toxin Ivy had hit the crowd with was soon dispersed by another cloud of spores that seemed to undo the rage and agonizing nausea that had hit the crowd and most of the heroes, herself included, equally.&nbsp; Ivy wasn't heartless, so her curing the crowd wasn't out of the question, but it was just unexpected given her increased power, but M'gann pushed it from her mind as she curled up on Dinah's bed, mindful of the spot where she'd been sweating earlier, and tried to close her eyes for a little bit, hoping a nap would help pass the time.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the Dark Kiss still circulating through her system was just powerful enough to stop that idea dead in its tracks, and M'gann let out a frustrated growl before she sat up and ran her hands down her face.&nbsp; She took a breath though, forcing herself to calm down, and instead decided to just watch the passing traffic far below her for a while and just let her mind wander.&nbsp; An exercise that was both calming and gave her something else to think about other than the day's events.<br><br>How long she stood there, leaning against the clocktower's massive face from the inside, able to see for miles in any direction she chose, M'gann didn't know, only that she looked away when she felt something in the back of her mind.&nbsp; Deciding she had spent enough time standing around in Dinah's towel, the martian went to collect her clothes before that strange tingle hit her again.&nbsp; Knowing when someone was searching for her, M'gann instinctively reached out for the source, casting her mind far and wide in every direction, her telepathic range far more encompassing than any other psychic on the planet, except perhaps Psimon's, the one enemy that could match her yet had a losing streak against her for the most part.&nbsp; With that thought in mind, she kept her defenses up around her mind, not about to let an insidious psychic assault by the bastard slip by if she could help it, but something in the tingle felt vaguely familiar.&nbsp; Then it hit her and she felt like a moron for not recognizing it sooner as M'gann left Dinah's up to dry before pulling her bio clothes to her outstretched hand.&nbsp; She knew that 'encoded cipher', and it only took her a moment to 'hear' the message meant for her mind alone.&nbsp; <em>"Uncle Orin!&nbsp; I'm in the Clocktower, I'm fine, just feeling a little queasy more than anything.&nbsp; White Canary helped me, gave me something for Ivy's toxic spores.&nbsp; A lot's happened since I left the bank, so I'd feel better if we talked face to face about it, but it's good to hear from you again now that we're not fighting for our lives."</em>&nbsp; As if to prove this wasn't an impersonator, someone that could potentially try and ultimately fail to copy her mental signature, M'gann asked a question only she would ever ask given her friendship with Orin and most of his people in Atlantis, Garth included.&nbsp; <em>Did everyone make it alright?&nbsp; Is Garth interrogating Ivy or planning to at least?&nbsp; And are you alright Orin?&nbsp; I'm sorry I couldn't have done more, but I took a pretty big hit when those spores started pouring out over the bank.&nbsp; Then something was about to explode and I had to throw it away from the crowd before it could hurt anyone else.&nbsp; It was too much at once, too much at once.&nbsp; ......And I'm rambling again aren't I?</em>&nbsp; The embarrassment tinged with intense relief was palpable as M'gann finished dressing, feeling much better despite how easily she tended to ramble when she got excited.&nbsp; She truly was happy to see Orin again.&nbsp; Besides a few brief encounters, one of which had seen her baring her very soul to him after his initial return, they hadn't really talked much outside of situations like the one that had sprung up at the bank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 18:08:56</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, 21:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin is relieved to hear back from M'gann, and sends her a return message reassuring her that she did well. He gives a summary of the fallout from the GCB, and asks if it's possible for him to enter Canary's hideout.<br><hr><hr><br>Honestly, Orin had expected to have to move at least once and broadcast his message several times before he eventually found wherever M'gann had been taken but, happily, this was one of those occasions where his forecast on the likely chain of events turned out to be wrong; pretty much as soon as he sent out the message and was about halfway through the repeat, his telepathic broadcast was suddenly and sharply pinpointed on one location as he felt a channel opening up in his own head. Of course, terms like "channel" and "frequencies" were all human metaphors, but considering how difficult it was to describe precisely what went on with Telepathy in a way that most people understood, they worked well enough for what they were supposed to convey. Take the channel; it wasn't like a channel on a radio or a television in that you could switch over to a different one and only have them on one at a time; it was more like a phone or email connection in that you could have multiple ones open at the same time and direct different thoughts down different ones, or you could have a "Group call," where everybody was privy to everybody elses projected messages. It also let you read surface thoughts and feelings, which could get messy if you weren't practised at handling multiple connections at once. Thankfully, for the moment, he only had to handle M'gann's connection. He managed to suppress his massive wave of relief that washed over him as he heard M'gann's mental voice in his head, knowing that if it was too strong, it could end up sending a fairly nasty feedback signal to the powerful empath on the other side...he was relieved, yes, but he had to control himself. For one, he didn't know who else might be listening in. If nothing else, however, M'gann was safe...and, apparently, healthy. He still detected a slight undercurrent of nausea, but - much like him - she appeared to have gotten over it for the most part, which was also a source of relief and happiness. That feeling, he did allow to radiate over the bond; when telepathically communicating, there was a lot that you didn't have to specifically project, and being glad that somebody was ok? That could be said more effectively by just pushing a wave of emotions through the connection rather than outright saying it. <br><br>Of course, he didn't get much of a chance to respond for the first thirty seconds as M'gann embarked on one of her great rambling journeys to something approaching the point, and he had to - despite the fact that just ten minutes ago he'd been sick with worry - shake his head in amusement...it was good to know that she was ok, since if she wasn't she'd outright have told him, and that she appeared to be with friends. He didn't know who this "White Canary" was - perhaps that woman in white at the bank? The name would fit, as would the approximate times of their mutual disappearances from the scene - but if she had helped M'gann get out of the area and recover, then he figured he would need to make a point of meeting her and thanking her personally for the aid she rendered in regards to M'gann...it wasn't often that a stranger helped him or M'gann in a potentially life threatening situation, but when it did transpire, he never failed to show his appreciation somehow. M'gann was the closest thing to family he had, especially on the surface, and back in Atlantis at least, family was extremely important. And if somebody saved a family members life? You owed them yours, effectively. Of course, the reverse of that was that if somebody threatened a member of your family, they effectively threatened the lives of the entire family, but people tended to be more intelligent than to openly threaten Orin or M'gann, once they knew who they were. Most of the time, at least. He did frown when she began to apologise, however - she had been incapacitated by a surprise attack followed by (as she told it) an effort to save lives; there was nothing to apologise in that regard - and as soon as she paused for breath, cut in sharply...though he tried to temper his tone with a bit of tenderness at the same time. <em>M'gann, stop. You did all you could, and probably saved lives through your actions. You have nothing to apologise for; I'm just glad that you're safe and unharmed.</em><br><br>He paused, and looked at the clock tower...he would have to explain everything to her, of course, including what they'd found out and what they were in the process of corroborating, but first he had to somehow get inside the clock tower. He doubted that White Canary, whoever she was, would appreciate him blasting a hole in her wall, so he needed to find the front door, wherever it was. He frowned a little; there were no obvious signs of entry, and any hideout worth having would have some kind of a security system that he didn't want to trip, just in case; he was tough, but he wasn't invincible and it would not make a very good impression on White Canary if she came back to find the King of Atlantis unconscious just inside her front door, or caught in a net as he tried to climb through a window. He could get out of a net, of course, but M'gann at least would never let him live the humiliation of being tangled in it down. He'd only just managed to get the surfacer supervillains to stop mocking his water-based powers, and he was not about to give them yet more ammunition to deride him. <em>In any event, slow down, M'gann.</em> He allowed a sense of amusement radiate across the connection. <em>The short version is that Ivy is being questioned by Garth over several claims that she has made, and when I left he had just started the interrogation. As far as I can tell there were no fatalities resulting from the conflict outside the bank and everybody affected has made a full recovery. I'll explain the details to you, of course, but I would rather do so in person.</em> He also wanted to make absolutely certain that she was ok and was, in fact, the real M'gann. As much as he hated the idea, she could be an imposter, or being compelled to answer the way she was. He had to make certain with his own eyes that she was healthy and safe. <br><br>Besides, they rarely got a chance to speak outside of the battlefield, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity to catch up properly with his adopted niece. If nothing else, he needed to give her a relieved hug, just to vent the excess relief and worry. He wasn't a very touchy person most of the time, but there were definitely a couple of exceptions, M'gann being one of them. <em>Where is the entrance to 'White Canary's' base of operations? Are you able to grant me access or must I await her return before entering?</em> From what he could sense, M'gann was the only humanoid creature inside the clock tower; now that he knew what to look for, he could detect her faint - shielded - presence inside, behind some kind of muffling effect that served to mute his ability to detect her. However, with her as a conduit, he was able to confirm that either she was the only one inside...or the others were extremely skilled at protecting their minds from detection. Or they were just monumentally <em>stupid.</em> He would really rather go inside to talk to her...standing out in the open made him feel exposed, and he would really rather not be taken by surprise whenever Canary, whoever she was, returned. Besides, he wanted to <em>see</em> M'gann as well, and he couldn't do that whilst he was outside and she was inside. Either she had to go out to him, or he had to go in to her...and he would prefer to go inside. The King of Atlantis talking to a Martian above a main road? Hardly subtle, and hardly private. Inside a secret hideout? <em>That</em> was much preferable in terms of holding a private conversation. But then, that was just him; he had been told that some humans found him to be a little weird at times, so there you go. Make of that what you will.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 22:35:35</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, 21:40<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>The feeling of relief and happiness Orin sent her way was a blessing in and of itself to the powerful telapath, and M'gann breathed a sigh of relief, before she began on one of her rambling, almost non stop rants.&nbsp; She was both embarrassed and relieved when Orin merely took it in stride and gently reprimanded her need to apologize for being taken out of the fight.&nbsp; She knew he was right, as he usually was about this kind of thing, and merely radiated a sense of mild embarrassment yet joy at having him in her head again.&nbsp; <em>"Me too, that you're safe and sound I mean."</em>&nbsp; M'gann replied, breathing easier now that the worst of it was over at the moment.&nbsp; Having Orin so close, even if there was a literal wall between them, was a massive and welcome relief on its own, and as for the wall, that was a minor obstacle when you could simply density shift right through it.&nbsp; Besides, Orin was right, she had done all she could, all she could that didn't endanger more people at least.&nbsp; She could have easily let that gas tank explode, potentially hurting many innocent people, but that wasn't how she operated, how she chose to use her powers.&nbsp; Innocent people came first, even in her current, darker moods that demanded she remove the immediate threat more times than not before worrying about such things as collateral damage.&nbsp; Some things didn't change with M'gann, no matter how far her rage and darker impulses tried to dictate otherwise.&nbsp; She was too much of a good person to let that be any other way.<br><br>Listening as Orin explained what had happened at the bank after she'd left, M'gann breathed easier that Garth was there, about to start pumping the eco terrorist for information.&nbsp; He'd get to the bottom of this whole thing, it was what he was good at.&nbsp; Besides, it was a relief in its own right that the mage, and another of her friends from Atlantis, was alive and well, having lost contact with the man the day she lost contact with Orin.&nbsp; It had hurt to lose all contact with the underwater kingdom, with her friends, her 'uncle', so to know they were alive and well was a weight off M'gann's shoulders.&nbsp; The fact there had been no known fatalities at the bank was a relief in its own right of course, but before she could reply, Orin asked how he might enter the clocktower.&nbsp; She honestly didn't know because she'd been slipping in and out of consciousness the whole way to the building before she had finally succumbed, revisiting a time she didn't want to think about, even now.&nbsp; The most Orin would get from that was a spike of sorrow, grief, and a brief hint of the negative emotions she still couldn't handle all that well before M'gann would forcibly push those thoughts to the back of her mind.&nbsp; <em>"I honestly don't know how we got here or how to deactivate any counter measures she might have in place.&nbsp; I was unconscious for most of the trip here, so I'll be outside in a second."</em>&nbsp; She reassured him softly, before finding a piece of paper to write Dinah a note, saying she would be back, she was just talking to one of her old friends who'd been at the bank that night.&nbsp; She had a lot to talk about with Orin as well, the least of which being the idea that they might be founding a new Justice League if everything went well.&nbsp; That said, she just wanted to see him face to face again, and not have to worry about another super powered criminal breathing down their necks.&nbsp; She really just needed a hug, but that'd be embarrassing to admit over an open telepathic line, even though she was sure no one else was able to hear a word they were saying to each other.&nbsp; She'd have known if there was, even in her current state.<br><br>Taking a breath, M'gann focused her thoughts to making herself intangible, for lack of a better word, and flew right through the clock face before her before making a beeline for where Orin was waiting for her.&nbsp; Unlike Orin, she wasn't so concerned with being looked at strangely by anyone that might walk by or see them standing on a rooftop.&nbsp; She was a literal alien, and they had different ideas of what was considered 'odd behavior'.&nbsp; Even so, she understood why Orin would be worried about such things, so she'd let him choose where to continue the rest of their talk, but right then, she didn't give him much time to do much before slamming into his chest, becoming visible as her arms wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; She only came up to his chin, but that was enough as she looked up into his face after a few moments of almost squeezing the air from his lungs.&nbsp; Even with her superior strength, M'gann was no warrior, unlike the King of Atlantis, but she made up for it in other ways, a fact he knew well.&nbsp; That said, that was far from the martian's thoughts as she buried her face in his armored chest again, her eyes misting over as tears filled them, grateful, relieved, and a dozen other emotions of the same flooding her mind and the link at the same time.&nbsp; <strong>"It's so good to see you again Uncle Orin.&nbsp; I know we've talked before now but....it's still good to see you after so long apart."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered, unable to do more than that at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 00:06:57</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, 21:40<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin shifts his position on the rooftops to a flat-roofed residential looking building nearby, and awaits M'gann's arrival. Once she gets there, he gives her an equally big hug in return and gently attempts to reassure and soothe her.<br><hr><hr><br>Despite the brief spike of fear and panic he felt come from her as sharply as if he himself had been stricken with the emotion and the momentary surge of protective aggression that he felt on her behalf, it was gone as quickly as it arrived, and he didn't worry about it overly much; he had learned over the course of getting to know her back in Atlantis and here in Gotham that that brief, unexplained panic was usually a case of bad remembrance. She was still haunted by several horrific experiences in her life - primarily her captivity in those abominations that Lexcorp had decided to call "Labs," and the day J'onn had died in her arms, something that he was forever ashamed that he could not have helped her avoid or get through emotionally - and she frequently relived them ever so briefly before she was able to crush them back down into the recesses of her mind. His surge of aggressive protectiveness was therefore merely a reflex at that point, a reaction resultant of feeling such a powerful spike of negative emotions beamed directly into his brain as his mind readied itself for battle to protect both itself and M'gann...but he knew that her struggle with her internal demons was one that he couldn't fight for her, or even lend his strength to; he could offer support and he could talk with her and listen to her and even give her a gentle hug if she needed it, but in the end, it was a war that she had to fight on her own. The fact that he couldn't help her in any direct way weighed heavily on his mind - though it was stupid, he still felt guilty for not being able to support the Justice League as he had promised, and her own stab of pain and fear is answered by a momentary wash of guilt back towards her side of the connection, though he manages to shut off the flow quickly - but he, too, banished such thoughts even as she drew near, their mental connection growing stronger and more pronounced as she approached.<br><br>He couldn't see her, though he could tell which direction she was coming from and how close she was roughly speaking, so she was likely phasing through the wall of the clocktower in order to come and meet him; it was sensible, given that she apparently couldn't remember how she got in, though it did highlight a problem with having a secret hideout that you took people to to get healed; if they ended up being untrustworthy, you never knew what they were capable of. If M'gann wanted to, she could phase <em>Orin</em> through the floor, and then the whole place would be his to do as he saw fit...the fact that M'gann was in there suggested that the internal security wasn't as heavy as the external security since if an unknown biological entity was present in <em>his</em> secret lair, his security would have orders to contain and - if necessary - terminate the intruder. Extreme, perhaps, but if he had a lair it would be the last place he'd want to have compromised. If nothing else, if they got free, they would tell every other villain where it was and he'd have to move shop, and quickly. And that wasn't attractive to him. But, the point was moot; M'gann would likely never mean the woman who quite possibly saved her life any harm whatsoever, and Orin was certainly not about to divulge the location of her secret base. He owed her for getting M'gann to safety, and he wouldn't ever repay that with betrayal. Still, Orin elects not to respond to the telepathic broadcast; she'd be there soon anyway, and he needed to get into a position to greet her properly. Turning slightly, he sprung from the outcropping that he was perched on and onto a nearby roof, bending his knees as he landed on the flat, walled enclosure of the building. It was apparently a popular smoking area for the residents of the area, judging by the trampled cigarette butts and the well-worn door positioned in the centre of the wide open space. He could see why - you could see the stretching skyline of Gotham in all directions from that spot - but he sincerely hoped that nobody decided to go up there that night...he didn't need any smokers interrupting some long overdue Uncle/Niece time.<br><br>Speaking of Uncle and Niece time, he felt her presence rapidly approach a moment before he felt something <em>else</em> rapidly approach, and turned just in time to avoid being taken out from the side by her rapidly approaching, invisible form. Of course, she wasn't invisible for much longer; a fraction of a moment before she would have passed straight through him she shimmered and became solid once more, crunching into his torso and wrapping her arms around him tightly. She squeezed with a strength that would have probably ended up killing a normal human - but which he was thankfully able to withstand, though the force of it did make him blink a little in surprise - and he responded with a hug almost as tight, his arms wrapping around her body firmly as she buried her face into his chest. He leaned back a little, hoisting her off of her feet for a moment before setting her back down...but he didn't let her go, keeping a decidedly tight, protective grip around her back and waist. He could feel the relief and happiness and gratitude and all the other confusing flurry of conflicting and complimentary emotions cycling through her, and he could feel the slight dampness on his chest that probably came from her eyes and the odd consistency that usually accompanied such types of water - Lord of Atlantis, remember? He could tell the difference between different types of waters instinctively - and all he could do was hold her tighter. His hands stroked her back gently, in an attempt to calm her, as his slowly and deliberately did his best to send a steady, pulsing stream of reassuring calmness through their telepathic bond. He kissed her hair paternally, and gently patted her shoulder. <br><br>"It's good to see you too, M'gann...I'm glad to see that you're safe after what happened at the bank this afternoon. When I felt you lose consciousness and fade into the distance, I almost abandoned the fight against Ivy right then and there. It appears that that would have been the wrong choice to make." He smiled a little. "Come now...dry those tears, Little One. You know that I have faced worse than Ivy in battle and lived to tell about it. You'll be stuck with me for a while yet, I'm afraid." He didn't know whether the relief was to do with Ivy or not, but...well, it couldn't hurt to reassure her on that note, now could it? Even though an Atlantean lifespan was indeed longer than a humans, it was still far shorter than a Martians...and he meant to make sure that she lived through all of her allotted time. And to do that? He'd need to be around for a long time, too. "You're ok, and I'm ok. That's all that matters at this moment, ok?" He smiled again. Despite the tough front she put up, his little M'gann was far more delicate than she appeared...and it was his privilege and honour to be able to help her stay stable and grounded. Everybody needed somebody to just give them a hug when they needed it, and Orin was proud to be at least one of those people for M'gann. Nobody should have to face sorrow alone, and now that he was in Gotham, she'd never have to do it again, no matter what. He only regretted not being able to be there for her sooner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 04:00:39</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, 21:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>Despite how quickly he cut off the flow, M'gann still felt the guilt at his inability to help during that day.&nbsp; She didn't blame him though, she never could, not after everything they had both been through.&nbsp; Besides, he had done a lot to help her, both before the second invasion and after the League had fallen, so she could never be angry with his not being there when they had needed him most.&nbsp; That and chances were he might have ended up dead as well, so in a way, it was probably just as well he hadn't been present during the second invasion, although he had had his own to worry about at the time.&nbsp; So it was only natural she sent a short burst of understanding and the sense that he didn't need to apologize for anything as far as she was concerned before phasing through the wall of the clock tower.&nbsp; And while she couldn't phase someone else through a wall, she could have easily let someone into Dinah's hideout if she had had half a mind, but that would be just be rude, especially after she had saved her life most likely.&nbsp; Besides, there was no way she'd tell anyone where Dinah's hideout was, let alone any of the other ones she knew existed, so it was a moot point regardless all the way around, and she knew Orin wouldn't tell a soul, so there was nothing to worry about.&nbsp; But all of this was pretty far from the martian's mind, her thoughts pretty much consumed with wanting to reunite with one of the few 'family' members she had left on Earth these days.&nbsp; Well, technically re-reuniting, but that was besides the point as she made all speed for Orin's current position.<br><br>The impromptu spin and lift into the air had a slight gasp of surprise escaping her, but M'gann was more joyous than anything even as the vortex of emotions in her chest continued to circulate through her mind.&nbsp; Gratitude, relief, grief, sorrow, and so much more, but eventually she settled on joy and relief that he was fine, and that he was here in front of her again.&nbsp; It helped the waves of calm and reassurances helped M'gann forget her worry as she looked up and managed a watery smile, her tears damp but her eyes drying up quickly under the physical and psychic comfort he was giving her.&nbsp; Slowly letting him go, she wiped her eyes with the back of her costume's sleeves before gently disentangling herself from Orin's grasp.&nbsp; <strong>"You're right, we've been through far worse than Ivy, but it's just been....difficult."</strong>&nbsp; That went without saying, but she said it anyway as she took a steadying breath and sighed in relief despite what she had just said.&nbsp; Not just the events that had put them in the situation they were, just life in general had been hard all the way around.&nbsp; Still, she pushed those thoughts to the side and managed a stronger, if still subdued, smile for Orin's benefit, knowing she wasn't fooling him but it made her feel better as she sat on the edge of the smoking area, her legs dangling over the side of the building.&nbsp; The view out here was indeed spectacular, but for someone that could fly, it did lose some of its appeal.&nbsp; That said, she still sent a sense of enjoyment and marvel at the sight before them, her arms relaxed at her sides.&nbsp; Looking over her shoulder though, M'gann couldn't help but feel concerned for Orin himself.&nbsp; <strong>"How have you been Uncle Orin?&nbsp; I know you wouldn't leave home unless you were here for a pretty good reason.&nbsp; So something's going on, something big, and while I'm happy you're here, I know you would have rather helped your people rebuild after...what happened."</strong>&nbsp; And it was the truth, but M'gann wasn't about to push if he didn't want to talk about it.&nbsp; Besides, she was just happy he was here at all, and sent as much to the Atlantean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 14:36:13</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, 21:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin sits down and places his arm around M'gann's shoulder, explaining to her about the Oracles predictions and his reasons for being in Gotham.<br><hr><hr><br>Orin couldn't fight the small, almost pained grimace that flashed across his features momentarily as M'gann asked after Atlantis; she was right, of course, that it had been difficult for the both of them and that given that, he wouldn't have left home at all if he'd had the choice. He had friends outside of Atlantis, obviously, but he was King and his people needed strong leadership right now...something that he was, alas, unable to offer them. Prophecies by the Oracles were never lightly ignored, so he had set out for Gotham as soon as his Seers had told him that that was the only way to save Atlantis from destruction by whatever cataclysm approached, but he wasn't happy about it. He'd spent the last half a decade fighting in a brutal, savage war and the five years before that either deposed or fighting a different war altogether. Was it so much to ask for that he just got a couple of years break, where nothing world-threatening or Earth-shaking happened? Where he could just relax and guide his people into a new period of peace and prosperity as they tried to undo the damage done to the Empire after such a vicious war? Apparently so. Apparently, the Gods were conspiring against him to keep him away from his home and his people. Oh, he knew that was poppycock - Poseidon himself had intervened on the Atlantean Royalists behalf during the Schism - but he needed somebody to blame, and the Gods were used to it by now. If they weren't, half of Atlantis would have been smote by now. Of course M'gann didn't know all of what happened - she only knew that there had been another war, not how serious or how brutal it had been - but she knew enough to know where he'd rather be. He sighed and shook his head.<br><br>"Unfortunately, you're right," he said ruefully, positioning himself so that he was sitting beside her as she overlooked the street and the Gotham skyline. The height of such buildings always impressed him, and watching the ordinary humans hurry about their mundane lives beneath him always made him both grateful that he had access to a wider world than they would ever dream of, but also envious that they were so...carefree. The worst that most of them had to worry about was paying rent on time. Whilst that could be serious if it went unaddressed, he'd take possibly living on the streets over having to fight the likes of Darkseid and Trigon. In his mind, there was no comparison. Of course, that cowardly thought was only a momentary one; if he didn't fight these threats, who else would? It was his honour to be the King of Atlantis and one of the defenders of this world, and if push came to shove, no matter how stressful it got...he wouldn't trade it for almost anything. He continued, however, leaving the thoughts unspoken though M'gann had likely caught the sentiment behind it if nothing else. "As good as it is to see you again," He gently draped a paternal arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a gentle side-hug. He hadn't gotten enough "Uncle Hugs" recently, and she obviously needed the companionship, "I would indeed rather be in Atlantis, especially after the war. Unfortunately, our Seers have informed me that there is some kind of disaster approaching Gotham and, if it isn't stopped, Atlantis will be destroyed in the aftermath." His expression and the emotions radiating through their Bond became grim. "Apparently, the only futures in which Atlantis survives the year are the ones where I am in Gotham to meet it in battle. Unfortunately...the Oracles were unable to tell me the exact nature of the Doom." He sighed and shook his head. <br><br>"I found a lead today, of all days...Ivy and Thorn claim that they are working to avoid a threat known as 'The Rot.' If Garth determines them to be telling the truth...perhaps that is the Doom of which the Seers speak. I hope it is; at least then, we'll have an enemy to fight rather than just a vague, nebulous concept to worry about." He gave her shoulders a squeeze as he stared off over the city skyline. He just hoped that there <em>was</em> a way to stop whatever disaster was coming. Even if Atlantis survived, that didn't mean that he or his friends did...he didn't have many people he considered "friends," but he held the few that he did have closely and in high regard. And for him? A future without M'gann, Garth and Kori was not one he was overly fond of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 01:50:30</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, 21:47<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>He was by far not the only one that wanted a break from all the fighting, all the near brushes with complete disaster, and everything else that had happened since.&nbsp; It got tiring, in every way possible, to be in a constant state of readiness for the 'other shoe to drop', as the Earth people said, but it was what they had signed up for.&nbsp; Yes, it was hard, but on the other hand, if they didn't stand up for the innocent bystanders that were even then making their way through life the only way they knew how, then who would?&nbsp; Edmund Burke, another wise Earthling in his own way, (rather fitting since some of her more arrogant and egocentric people thought <em>they</em> were enlightened beings compared to their planetary neighbors, more fools were they in M'gann's opinion), had once said that 'the only thing necessary for evil to triumph was for good men to do nothing', and that was indeed quite true, that's why people like her and Orin existed.&nbsp; They were willing to stand in the way of disaster, to save as many people as they could, but she understood all too well why most people would have rather turned a blind eye to such things.&nbsp; A part of her would have vastly preferred a peaceful, quiet life, and in another reality she probably had been happy as a child, had had more to look forward to than a lonely, depressing existence as an outcast among her own people.&nbsp; In this one though she had chosen to stand up for what was right and good and decent, and there was no turning back, no matter how much she wanted to do so on some of her bad days.&nbsp; A sentiment she knew Orin understood in his own way as she leaned into his side when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; His presence, even as his mind wandered, was welcome indeed.<br><br>As for being 'right' about where he wanted to be over where he was, M'gann wasn't at all surprised, although she also knew that he was happy to see her again.&nbsp; His responsibilities as the rightful ruler of Atlantis demanded he make sacrifices regarding his personal happiness, a choice he'd make if he could if it meant his people were happy and safe, two things they hadn't been for some time even if she didn't know just how bad the second war had been.&nbsp; Not that it mattered or bore thinking about further, not with what Orin said next.&nbsp; M'gann only sighed, having seen magic aplenty, both on Mars and in Atlantis, but she didn't have an aptitude for it herself, nor the patience to learn more about it even if she had.&nbsp; Prophecies were tricky business anyway, since they could easily become distorted, corrupted if things weren't handled delicately, but the consequences of ignoring them were greater still.&nbsp; So she understood that much, and why Orin was so frustrated with his Seers for not being a bit more forthcoming on the details, but at least he had a location, and a lead from Ivy apparently, a strange bit of irony but one that fit if the way she had become more powerful was any connection to whatever was heading for the city.&nbsp; Coincidences like that were a little too convenient for her liking though, which meant there might just be some truth to the ramblings of Orin's Seers back in Atlantis, a sentiment he probably picked up on before she could stop it from filtering through the link.&nbsp; She blushed but didn't apologize for the slip up though as she nestled closer into Orin's embrace, her head resting against his side and his arm.&nbsp; Despite all that he had said though, M'gann was just happy he was here at all.&nbsp; Ivy, this doom that was apparently fast approaching, all of that was in the future, and if they acted accordingly, it might not even occur.&nbsp; It was probably too much to ask for, but one could only hope.<br><br>Slowly sitting back up, M'gann sighed but managed a smile despite everything that had fallen on their lap.&nbsp; In the end, it was just another day at the office for people like them.&nbsp; <strong>"Regardless of this 'Rot' that might be on the way, I'm happy just to sit here and enjoy the view with you Uncle Orin.&nbsp; It's....nice just to take a step back every now and again, to remember what it is we fight for, and to just take a moment to relax if nothing else.&nbsp; We don't get enough chances to just enjoy the moment."</strong>&nbsp; She stated, before beaming when a thought came to mind.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh!&nbsp; Artemis said Kori was back in town!&nbsp; She....probably found you by now though I imagine."</strong>&nbsp; She blushed, remembering more than a few stories of Kori and Orin being....together, but she smiled and looked up towards Orin anyway, since Kori made everyone happy and welcome regardless of who or what they happened to be.&nbsp; Her expression darkened somewhat though as her thoughts turned elsewhere.&nbsp; <strong>"....Someone came after me again a few months ago, an organization called the Continuum.&nbsp; They knew exactly who I was and more importantly, <em>what </em>I really am, and they threatened Artemis, and anyone else I call a friend on Earth if I didn't come with them.&nbsp; Obviously that didn't happen, but I thought I should warn you, just in case they come after you too.&nbsp; They seem to have an unhealthy interest in anything alien or otherwise non human in origin.&nbsp; I also met someone called Captain Atom about the same time, he helped me escape the same day.&nbsp; That's...a long story though, but if you see someone with metal skin and is able to fly, leaving atomic energy in his wake, trust him, he's a good man who's just been dealt a really bad hand."</strong>&nbsp; That was a massive understatement, but it was the truth in a nutshell as she sent a mental image of Nathaniel Adams, both with his dilusteel armor and without it, for Orin to see so he'd be able to recognize him if he hadn't seen him already, as well as an image of Lieutenant Sykes, the man that had been in charge of the strike team that had been assigned to capture her, dead or alive, as well as the technology they had brought to bear on her.&nbsp; The psychic EMP like grenade they had used against her, which had been quite effective against her no less, the kinetic absorbent armor, and anything else she thought relevant should they try again, either with her or anyone else.&nbsp; Only after she was done did she lean into Orin's side, a minute tremor passing through her since that had been a very close call, too close for her liking, and it still scared her to think of what they might have done to her had they taken her back to their labs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 13:55:59</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, 21:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin reflects briefly on Kori's visit, but then is distracted by M'gann's revelation. Fighting the urge to pump her for information for a crusade against Continuum, he remembers that such an attack would not be wise and simply asks if M'gann is ok and whether she remembers that she can always rely on his support.<br><hr><hr><br>Orin had to chuckle just a little at M'gann's slip-up; he could feel the irritation and exasperation directed at his Oracles radiating through the bond, and though he would never say it to their faces, he had to agree with at least some of the frustration; it wasn't entirely their fault, of course, given that they couldn't control what they saw and that oftentimes they only ever saw vague concepts rather than specific details - the nature of time meant that the future was never 100% certain, instead being vague and ever-changing, with only certain details staying constant....at least, that was what they told him - so the fact that they got a specific location was a miracle in and of itself...but it was still frustrating that they couldn't give him a time, date, location or even just a name as to who to keep an eye on; it just said "A Disaster In Gotham," which in an of itself was nebulous at best and didn't help him when it came to stopping it. Nine months...nine months of investigation, and he'd only just turned up a lead. But, as Kori herself had said not a month prior...at least now he could focus on The Rot, rather than it sneaking up behind him...if indeed the Rot was what he was sent to stop. He certainly hoped it was; he wanted to go home and help his people recover, and if The Rot wasn't what he was supposed to prevent, then he would be right back to square one and just that little bit closer to possibly losing his home and his people. And that was something that, after five years of fighting to keep them safe and alive, he was not entirely sure he could handle experiencing. How did you go from being the leader of your people to then failing to protect them and losing them all, becoming the last of your kind? He didn't think he'd be able to handle that. Though, speaking of Kori, he had to smile a little as M'gann mentioned that she was in town. "I know, Little One...she visited me last month, though things didn't quite go to the initial plan..." He remembered the visit well, but...well, it was not the time to think on that particular day, or the momentary dark turn it took. Especially not with what was said next.<br><br>His head snapped around as she told him of a group trying to capture her; his grip on her shoulders tightened a little, protectively, as he fought the urge to demand information from her. He knew the kinds of people that wanted life for their labs - as did M'gann, intimately so - and he didn't even want to consider what they might have wanted her for in regards to their sick experiments. He knew organisations like that, and he knew what they did to prisoners in pursuit of their own goals, and he would die before he let M'gann go back to one of them...they had broken her out of one research facility and there was no way in Tartarus that she was going back to any kind of group that wanted to study her...they would have to step over his cold, broken body and a thousand of their compatriots if they wanted to even lay a finger on her, and that was a vow that he made with no hesitation whatsoever. Oh, M'gann could handle herself brilliantly on her own and he would even go so far as to say that in many ways, she was his superior in terms of raw power, but...well, it was the principle. She was his niece, and nobody touched his family without answering to him and Atlantis. And honestly? If he gave the word, he didn't doubt for a moment that the people of Atlantis would rally to support M'gann. Atlantis was, historically speaking, rather xenophobic in its outlook but if they came to consider you Atlantean - as they had with M'gann, thanks to her efforts both during and after the Reclamation War - there was nothing that would shake their loyalty to you. They would happily go to war to protect one of their own against an outside threat. Protective fury radiated through the bond towards M'gann, such that he absently filed away the presence of another Superhero for future digestion; "Captain Atom" wasn't his concern at that moment. M'ganns safety, on the other hand, <em>was.</em><br><br>He looked at her seriously, the arm around her shoulder still tense, though he forced it to relax a little. His other hand came over to cover the hands in her lap, and gave them a soft squeeze. "Somebody came after you?" He asked seriously, "Are you ok? They didn't harm you, did they?" He forced himself to relax; he had to stay calm, and not get overly furious. It was all he could do not to grab his trident and set off on a blazing trail of destruction against this "Continuum...." he had more important things to see to than a obscure organisation, as much as it galled him to admit it, and if he spent his time attacking Continuum, he could just end up making things worse for her. Still...he had to make it clear that she wasn't alone if they ever came calling again. "If they ever appear in your life again, M'gann, know that you have mine and Garth's unfaltering support. And, if it comes to it, you have the Might of Atlantis at your disposal." An empty bravado, perhaps; his people would support M'gann, he knew that, but Atlantis was hardly in a position to be able to wage <em>another</em> war, and he would not be the King that fought three wars in less than two decades when he didn't have to. Another war, especially a foreign one against a well-equipped enemy? That could destroy Atlantis on its own, regardless of whatever Disaster was coming. Then, a fresh thought occurred to him and he frowned just a little. She said several months ago...well, they had connected before then, so...why hadn't she come to him for help, or at least to talk? He tilted his head a little. "M'gann...why didn't you tell me of this sooner? You know I wouldn't have hesitated to aid you, or at least listen to your worries...right?" He wasn't offended, of course, or angry - he had no right to demand inclusion in her life - but he was...concerned and curious as to why she didn't tell him sooner. Was she worried that he would go and try and tear the whole organisation down? Or was it something more? Concern echoed across the bond, replacing the fury. Concern not only for her, but also for her opinion of him...it could just be that she never had the chance to tell him, of course, but the worry that she didn't <em>want</em> to tell him until now for whatever reason was there. There had to be a reason she didn't tell him, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-12-2015, 21:34:02</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, 21:48<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>M'gann breathed a little easier when he chuckled when he caught her irritation regarding his Seers.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't their fault as well, but it was still annoying, having never been a fan of such things on a good day as stated before, but at least Orin was doing what little he could do see this through before whatever Doom they had predicted could come to pass.&nbsp; That was, despite how annoyingly vague Orin's Seers were, better than not doing anything at all.&nbsp; But she didn't let it linger in her thoughts for long, smiling when Orin said Kori had indeed found him, and that despite a minor hiccup, seemed to have had a good time together.&nbsp; She was curious as to what had occurred, even though she had a pretty good idea what a visit from Kori usually entailed given past experiences, not personally of course, but stories got around even among superheroes, but she didn't ask, knowing that Orin would tell her or he wouldn't, and she was fine either way.&nbsp; Besides, he deserved his moments of happiness, especially after everything he'd been through in his homeland, let alone what had happened on the surface.&nbsp; To that end, she nodded and relaxed further into his welcome embrace.&nbsp; <strong>"At least you and her had a chance to talk, that's gotta count for something right?"</strong>&nbsp; M'gann asked, offering Orin a small smile before he felt his worry hit her like a freight train, the conversation having since moved to the Continuum.<br><br>M'gann was fully aware of Atlantis's loyalty to those that they considered one of their own.&nbsp; She also knew, even if she hadn't seen the aftermath of the second invasion by Darkseid's super soldiers, that Atlantis was in no position to go into yet another drawn out engagement.&nbsp; As such, she shook her head, both to Orin's question about the Continuum strike team harming her, and to tell him it wasn't necessary for his offering the might of Atlantis to help destroy the Continuum, even though a large part of her still greatly appreciated the offer.&nbsp; It was touching, to know Orin so cared for her, to know that he was willing to protect her without any thought to himself.&nbsp; His people needed him though, and she was only one woman in the face of his entire kingdom.&nbsp; From a realistic standpoint, his people should always come first, and M'gann gently squeezed Orin's fingers between hers before meeting his concerned gaze.&nbsp; <strong>"Uncle Orin, I'm fine, other than I had a pretty bad headache for a while after Sykes threw that psychic grenade at my feet.&nbsp; It knocked me flat out on my back, and if not for Captain Atom, we wouldn't be having this conversation.&nbsp; That said, I know I have your support and it means a lot to me to hear you say that, but I wouldn't ask you to put your people at risk for me alone Uncle Orin.&nbsp; They've been through enough as it is.&nbsp; Besides, I know what to expect next time, should they make the mistake of coming after me or anyone else."</strong>&nbsp; When he asked why she hadn't talked about this sooner though, M'gann looked away, her cheeks turning a shade brighter at the same time.<br><br>She pulled away completely from Orin's grasp, and sighed heavily, a sense of guilt washing through the link that she didn't try to hide, not from Orin.&nbsp; She reluctantly met his gaze, and let him see the private she had brain bashed, letting him 'see' what she'd seen that day when she ripped his memories away to learn just what she was dealing with.&nbsp; She showed him enough of the Continuum's practices to give him an idea that the man she had left in a coma had enjoyed the sight of aliens and other beings being experimented on, of being tortured essentially, and to give him a pretty clear picture that the Continuum were worse than Lexcorp in some ways.&nbsp; Of the two, she'd almost prefer Lexcorp since they had been somewhat humane about their practices by comparison, but her guilt was still palpable since she had crossed a line, even though a part of her had felt justified once Sykes threatened her and then anyone that she called friends and family, Artemis having been the top of his list.&nbsp; Once she had given him a summed up version of events through the link, M'gann looked away again, her arms crossed protectively around herself.&nbsp; <strong>"I didn't tell you not just because of what <em>I </em>did to that soldier, but because I was worried....afraid that they'd come after you next.&nbsp; I know you can handle yourself, far better than me in some ways, but you're one of the few people I have left in the world Uncle Orin.....I don't know how I'd handle it if...something happened to you too."</strong>&nbsp; It was a lame excuse for her going to such extremes perhaps, but the sincerity was there, the raw terror and fear that they'd somehow be able to take down the King of Atlantis despite the fact far stronger and numerous enemies had tried and failed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>20-12-2015, 00:10:08</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, 21:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin sorts through the memories and feelings that M'gann transmits to him, then offers her his advice borne of experience, accidentally launching into a semi-lecture that concludes with him hugging her gently...before grounding her.<br><hr><hr><br>Well...it was good to know that M'gann was ok, if nothing else, and that no lasting damage had been done to her either psychologically or physically at the hands of Continuum...he doubted that they'd leave her alone now that they knew that she existed, but now that <em>she</em> knew that they were after her she could take the necessary steps to ensure her own safety...and, of course, now that <em>he</em> knew that they existed and were after her, they would likely find it far more difficult than they would otherwise like to capture and keep her. Even if they were somehow able to nullify her abilities or take her unawares, he - and, from what he understood, about half the Super population in Gotham - would instantly begin a global hunt for their secret base if necessary, and raze as many of their facilities as it took for them to get M'gann back. He wouldn't need the Atlantean Army for that, he was certain, since he'd have his own Justice League of sorts, all determined to find her and get her home. Of course, one thing she needed to understand that she had apparently forgotten was that now that she was one of his own, she would never be able to shake him of his protective instinct; once she was considered Atlantean, she was under his protection and more, she was considered <em>family.</em> And he took his families safety extremely seriously, especially since she was the last thing that was even close to that that he had. Oh, Kori was close of course, but she was nothing like a sister to him; considering just what they did when they were together, that would just be weird. She was a close, valued friend, but M'gann was something else entirely. He would fight tooth and nail to keep both from harm, but it was just...<em>different,</em> in a way that he couldn't quite explain. Thankfully - or not, depending on your perspective - he didn't seem to have to; before he could speak, M'gann continued in a very...unexpected way. She pulled away sharply, earning a confused frown from him...and then it hit him like Leviathan. <br><br>The thoughts and memories and feelings threatened to momentarily overwhelm Orin with their intensity, squeezing a surprised, almost bewildered blink from him before he managed to get a handle on himself and sort through the flood of memories and emotions that assailed him through their Telepathic Bond. He forcefully began to sort through them - which memories and feelings had the imprint of M'ganns thought patterns on them, and which had an alien presence moulded into it like a watermark - and even though the exchange was over in a few seconds, it felt like far, far longer. For one, he was utterly shocked that M'gann could possibly go that far over a simple taunt; he had done worse, of course, and would do worse things again if he thought that they were his best option, but there was a difference between doing something terrible because you had to and doing it as a reaction to something that could easily have been ignored. There was doing what you had to, and there was going too far. And M'gann...well, what she did to that man - regardless of who he turned out to be - was definitely too far. She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't judge her harshly based just on a morally ambiguous issue, but suddenly her reluctance to tell him sooner made sense; she knew his feelings on unnecessary cruelty very, very well. If it was the only way to save lives? Yes, he would torture information out of somebody, if he was certain that they had the information. But doing it because the subject simply pissed him off? That was a different matter entirely, and if her guilt and shame was anything to go by, M'gann knew that all too well. Oh, the thoughts and pleasures and memories she ripped from that mans head sickened him and made him want to "punish" the man himself, but he restrained his fury...that was not the example he'd want to set to M'gann; killing and torture and inflicting pain was sometimes unavoidable, but doing so purely out of righteous retribution? That was wrong, no matter what the person in question was like. If it didn't serve a higher purpose of safety or happiness for others, it was wrong. He had to remember that, if he was going to guide M'gann away from the dark path she had stumbled towards...he couldn't allow himself to fall back into the mentality that Wartime had warped him into before he realised what he was becoming. Honestly, he was actually relieved that she felt guilty; it was a good sign that she wouldn't do it again in a hurry. He shook his head...he needed a delicate touch here. Ordinarily he was direct and brutally honest, but M'gann was particularly fragile at that moment, so perhaps some more tact than usual was called for.<br><br>He shook his head a little and reached over to take her hand, enclosing it in his own whether she wanted him to or not. Honestly, she didn't have much of a choice; she was listening to him, and that was that. Oh, he knew that she could phase away if she wanted, but he knew M'gann well enough that he knew she likely wouldn't do anything of the sort. At least, not right away. He looked at her seriously, giving her a disappointed look...honestly, he <em>was</em> disappointed that she lost her temper like that, as much as he could understand it...but it wasn't that the look was for. It was over the fact that she hadn't told him sooner, a distinction that was difficult to get across as more than just a vague feeling via the Bond without outright saying it, though the sentiment was still there. "Little One, you should know by now that I am more than capable of handling myself, and I can't help or guide you if I don't know what's happening in your life. I'm not asking for daily updates - you're a grown woman and you don't need anybody to run your life for you - but from now on, if you're in trouble or if you're upset or need advice...I want you to tell me sooner, so I can do something about it. You're right that my people need me...but you're part of that group. More, you're <em>family,</em> and whilst that might not mean much in the human world, in Atlantis, family is <em>the</em> most important thing." He gave her hand another squeeze, before withdrawing it again. "But...now we must discuss the obvious topic." He would have to approach it carefully; she was obviously extremely guilty and she'd effectively ruined a mans life, along with any family he had that was relying on him...things that had likely occurred to M'gann as well, so he wouldn't bother recounting them. His job was to guide her, not make her feel orders of magnitude worse.<br><br>"You of all people know that I am not moralistic or idealistic. Sometimes, difficult decisions must be made and occasionally those decisions require us to do distasteful or even outright terrible things, simply because they're the best options available to us. Attempting to stick to a black and white moral code that doesn't acknowledge the shades of grey in our world is a surefire way to lead to more death and destruction; how many lives might have been saved if Bruce - may he find rest in Elysium - had simply relocated The Joker to the middle of the Arctic after his second killing spree and escape?" He paused for a moment; yes, Bruce had been right to put him through the justice system the first few times, but at some point - in their world - a villain became just too much of a threat to safely be kept alive, especially if they kept escaping from prison. It was distasteful, but one chaotic, spiteful life to save potentially thousands of innocents? He would have made that call in a heartbeat, and after The Jokers third attempt to destroy Gotham, he doubted anybody would have blamed him. He shook his head and continued. "But there is always a line that you shouldn't cross; always a point where a 'necessary evil' becomes 'unnecessary cruelty...' and from your guilt, I know that you already know that you crossed that line." He paused for a moment, and then something strange happened; across the bond, M'gann would have felt...<em>pride.</em> Not self-pride, no...but pride in <em>her.</em><br><br>He put his arm around her shoulder again, gently but firmly pulling her back towards him so that she sat cradled against his side. He <em>was</em> proud of her; it might seem strange, since the pride was still mixed with the tinge of disappointment of her actions, but all would become clear momentarily. "That guilt you feel? That's a good thing. It means that you know that you crossed the line, and it shows that you care that you did it. I'm proud of you for being able to see unaided that you went too far. For people like us, people who see the world as it really is and have the power to change it with a wave of our hands, it's easy to become blinded to your own shortcomings since you're so busy seeing everybody elses. It's easy to rationalise things away using both vague conjecture and after-the-fact information; many others would have taken the knowledge that you gained from that man to justify their previous actions, when that is just a post-incident imposition. You had no way of knowing what type of man he was until after you ripped it all away, and you know that. What's more, you aren't trying to justify it to either yourself or to me. So...I say again; I'm proud of you for knowing that you crossed that line." He squeezed her gently and pressed a tender, paternal kiss to the top of her head. "You need to use that knowledge to avoid it in future, and now that I'm here, I want you to know that my door is <em>always</em> open for you if you need my help, my advice or even just somebody to give you a hug when you're feeling at your lowest." He looked down at her and offered her a wry, almost sarcastic smile. <br><br>"And you know full well that if you ever get to the point where you're crossing the line and not caring, I won't hesitate to stop you in whatever way is necessary." It might have sounded odd, but...well, that was what M'gann needed to hear; she needed to know that not only did she have support if she needed it...she had somebody willing to stop her if she got out of control. And honestly? As difficult as it was, he would stop her...because he knew that that was exactly what she would want him to do, and if it got to that point, the monster he'd be facing would no longer be his Little One. If she refused to listen to reason and if <em>he</em> couldn't get through to her...then she'd already be too far gone to help. Why wasn't he more angry with her? Well...he wasn't actually her uncle or her father or any kind of blood relation so didn't have any real authority to tell her how to live her life...he had influence over her, of course, thanks to their emotional bond but...if she ever decided that she was sick of his attempts at guidance, then there would be nothing he could do. Besides...he was not one to throw stones in regards to doing terrible things out of anger, then regretting them later. He knew exactly how she felt, and angry tirades and stern lectures were not what she needed. She needed reassurance that she wasn't evil for committing those acts, and that she could control her anger if it struck again. <br><br>"We all stray off the path from time to time, Little One, and we all do terrible things; mistakes and poor decisions are a part of life. Am I disappointed in you for succumbing to such anger and such extreme methods so easily? Yes. Of course I am." His smile dropped away a little and he shook his head a little. "But I also know you, and I know that you will do your best to avoid such unpleasantness in the future...and doing your best is all I can ask of you. I, more than anybody else on this planet, know exactly how it feels to make a terrible, unnecessary choice out of anger. And I know more than anybody else what you need right now." Oh, the stories he could tell her of the past five years...but he elected not to. This wasn't about him, and he had no desire to relive the War that night, especially not after having almost-flashbacks earlier that very same day when faced with that abominable weapon of Ivy's. Quietly, he reached over and turned her towards him, gently pulling her into a tender-yet-firm full-frontal hug, his arms wrapped comfortingly tightly around her back. "Of course," he murmured softly, "you do need to face some kind of justice for your excessive force. It was self defence, so I am not about to turn you into the GCPD...but you <em>are</em> under limited house arrest, starting tomorrow." She'd had a long day...he'd give her one more night of complete freedom, just to unwind from earlier. But starting tomorrow? She had to be punished somehow. Perhaps it hadn't been his place at first, but he'd done similar things in the past when she'd caused a little too much mischief. Nothing like what she'd done that time, true...but it was the only thing he could reasonably do besides put her over his knee and give her a hiding, and she was far too old for that. <br><br>He pulled away just a little, and reached up to cup her face affectionately and comfortingly. He smiled apologetically. "You can go to work, go to the shops for food and go on patrol so long as you are accompanied by somebody you trust to take you straight home after all three. All other times, you stay at home. You are allowed visitors, but no more than one individual or group of three a night, and for no more than an hour...this is to last for the next week, ok? I know this sounds...strange...but think of this as a chance to punish yourself safely for what happened, and a chance to think about how best to avoid such outbursts in future. I'm trusting you to stick to it until this time next week. Are we clear?" He kissed her forehead gently. Yes, she wasn't a child...but she needed guidance, and honestly, confining her to house arrest was the best thing he could think of. he couldn't take her to the GCPD, since how exactly do you "prove" mind-rape? And they likely wouldn't care anyway, since he was admittedly a member of a criminal organisation that did Gods knew what behind the scenes that broke who knew how many laws...so, the best he could do was a semi-self-imposed imprisonment that didn't interfere with her work helping people. Not perfect, but...it would have to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 05:28:25</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, 21:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>M'gann knew, better than he might have guessed, just how Orin viewed the world around him, but that was partly because she was so open to everything that happened within her telepathic field, when she purposely extended it to its maximum range anyway, and because she was far from naive despite her reactions to certain situations.&nbsp; That said, she understood Atlantean society had a very limited view when it came to their understandably limited criminal element.&nbsp; They weren't very forgiving when one of their own was threatened, and family, despite being a militarist society, was held above almost everything else in terms of importance.&nbsp; It was why, partially at least, that she had connected so strongly with the King of Altantis, especially now without her actual uncle being able to be in her life.&nbsp; Orin had filled a void that she had needed filled, and chances were good she'd have been in far worse shape without him.&nbsp; So while it might have terrified her to know, in detail, just what he'd been forced to do during the second war, M'gann would have been able to accept it and move on since there was very little Orin could do in her eyes that was beyond forgiveness.<br><br>So it made sense, although it still surprised her, that he was just as willing to forgive her her own misdeeds, which were admittedly not quite as well meaning as his had been during the second war she had only heard whispers about.&nbsp; Even now, even when his thoughts briefly touched on those days. M'gann, both out of respect for him and a little fear as well, didn't probe deeper than he was willing to share since as much as she wanted to know why he'd been gone for so long, she also didn't want to know for the same reason.&nbsp; Instead she focused on the pride he felt towards her being able to see her own mistakes, to own up to them, no matter how reluctant she was in getting him involved because she cared about him too much some could argue.&nbsp; The gentle lecture she expected, but not the punishment, even if it relied on her to hold to it more than anything.<br><br>The brief smile that tugged at her lips was gone just as quickly, but her amusement lingered all the same as she looked up into Orin's face from her spot against his side, having no desire to pull away in the slightest.&nbsp; <strong>"You're grounding me?"</strong>&nbsp; M'gann asked, a quiet snicker escaping her despite the serious nature of their talk.&nbsp; Just something about it though was funny to the martian, but she managed to fight back her humor and pulled herself closer to the warrior king.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, it's just that it's the first time that's ever happened, and it just seems a little....mundane?&nbsp; But I do appreciate what you're doing for me Uncle Orin, and that you care enough to impose such a punishment in the first place.&nbsp; Maybe some time off will help.&nbsp; Besides...As much as it might hurt you, I'd <em>want</em> someone to stop me, if I ever lost myself, if I ever stopped caring about the things I could do.&nbsp; That thought scares me more than losing my temper again.&nbsp; Hurting my friends, becoming a monster?&nbsp; No...just no, I don't want to ever be <em>that</em> person."</strong>&nbsp; She shivered, her voice trembling, and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Orin, knowing without needing to see his thoughts that he'd stop her if it ever came to that, and she honestly hoped it never became necessary.&nbsp; If it did though, it was also reassuring that he'd be the one to do it.&nbsp; That he cared enough and loved her enough to keep her memory alive over the monster she was afraid of becoming.<br><br>She didn't pull away, but she relaxed her death grip on Orin's chest as she buried her face against him, needing his physical presence to keep her steady.&nbsp; <strong>"Normally I'd call Artemis, but she's in Metropolis, trying to track down Lawrence, so my next best option is Mar'i.&nbsp; Hopefully she's still in a good mood rather than one of her downward spirals.&nbsp; I'll see if she can't be my keeper for a while, and I'll...try to abide by this new situation.&nbsp; It'll take some getting used to, but it's for the best."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't sure who she was trying to reassure, him or herself, but M'gann slowly peeled away from Orin and managed a weak smile as the fear she'd been radiating through the link started to disappear about the same time.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, for being...Well you Uncle Orin."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 18:05:58</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, 21:46<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin kisses M'gann's forehead gently and reassures her that he'll always be there to support her, then offers a small joke to lighten the mood.<br><hr><hr><br>Mundane? Perhaps on reflection the "punishment" was a little weak considering the magnitude of the mistake she'd made but in all honesty...what else could he do? She was far more telepathically powerful than he was, and she had the ability to phase through walls and become invisible, and he couldn't watch her all the time, now could he? If she wanted to say "no, I'm not following your instructions," then there was really nothing he could do about it and he didn't really have a right to complain or get angry. She was a grown woman and as close as they were, he had no <em>real</em> authority over her besides what she had decided to allow him. As much as he made it sound like an order or an imposition, it was really just a request, or a suggestion that she could easily just not comply with. It would be disappointing, perhaps - she needed some time off, as she said, to calm down a little and reflect on why exactly she snapped when she did - but not inexcusable. She had a life, and he wasn't about to start interfering with that if he could help it...sure, if she made a habit of sending people to the Comatose Ward in GCCH - the Gotham City Community Hospital - he would attempt to impose some restrictions on her movement for everybody elses safety as well as her own sake, but short of actively policing and imprisoning her? He didn't see a way to really enforce his ban. But...he trusted her. If she said that she was going to abide by his request, then he believed her. He trusted very, very few people those days and even fewer in Gotham - the number of people he actually trusted in Gotham numbered a grand total of three - but she was one of them and it would take a hell of a lot for his faith in her to be shaken. <br><br>He gave her a small squeeze before she pulled away, nodding solemnly...he knew the fear of becoming a monster well, understood the constant terror of becoming worse than whatever you were fighting at the time just by virtue of using their horrific, invasive, terrifying tactics for your own ends, worrying about hurting people you cared about because you were so intent on defeating the beast before you that you lost sight of the real goal...that was, not losing your humanity in the process. He'd almost lost himself several times during the war, almost descended into that chasm of darkness that looked so tempting when he was convinced that there wasn't another way, the only thing stopping him being the thought of what his loved ones would say if they saw him at that moment. It was usually enough to pull him back from the brink, but he'd been there more times than he'd like to admit and he knew how hard it was to step away from that temptation to just give in to the anger and the urge to obtain vengeance of some kind. He also knew from experience that vengeance and anger never led to fulfilment and just carved a bigger hole for itself that needed filling, which you would try to fill with vengeance and fury and thunder but it would just make it bigger...and on and on the wheel would turn, becoming harder to break and more destructive with every revolution. He had learned the hard way that there were some lines you just didn't cross, that you had to know when to stop and when to step away...and if he could help it, M'gann would never have to experience that lesson herself. It was a difficult one to experience, and an easier one to hear from somebody who'd been there. He would rather she take the latter, if he was perfectly honest.<br><br>He allowed his arm to drop away from her shoulders as she peeled herself away from his side, coming to rest idly on one of his thighs as he turned his head towards her. Artemis was in Metropolis? He'd only met the young lady once or twice through M'gann, but it was obvious that she was important to her and evidently a very good friend if M'gann trusted her with her secret identity so if there was anybody that could be relied upon to keep an eye on her, it would be Artemis. Or Mar'i, come to think of it; she was relatively new in M'ganns life - apparently she had only arrived in Gotham late last year from wherever she came from originally; the girl was cagey about her past, but he supposed he couldn't blame her for that, at least - but seemed just as important to M'gann as Artemis was in providing support and friendship to his little niece, and for that at least, he was grateful; M'gann needed as many good reliable friends in her life as possible and if Artemis and Mar'i were providing that, he didn't much care where they came from. Everybody needed somebody that they could rely on, and he didn't doubt that there were some things that M'gann would feel more comfortable about talking with her friends as opposed to Orin. And honestly, he would be worried if there weren't things that she didn't want to talk to him about; everybody has things that they're not comfortable talking about with family, after all, so it wasn't unusual. He smiled at her softly, and shook his head. "You're welcome, Little One," he said, leaning over to give her one last gentle kiss on her forehead, "I'll always be here if you need me. I know that 'grounding' you, as the humans say, is a little childish but...I thought it better than putting you over my knee. That would have just been overly awkward and unpleasant for both of us." He gave her a wry, teasing wink. What? He could crack jokes as well, you know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 02:14:35</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, 21:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr><br>M'gann was fully aware of her own powers and abilities, but she respected Orin too much to go back on her word without feeling bad about it at the very least.&nbsp; Orin was....while technically he wasn't related to her in any way, family to her, the only family she had left on Earth.&nbsp; Her own parents hadn't so much as called, let alone visited, and her real uncle was gone, that left the King of Atlantis, although she didn't see him as such.&nbsp; Yes she knew he was, she knew he had far more bigger problems than her, but the fact he was willing to help her, guide her at all, meant more to her than she could ever properly express to the man in front of her.&nbsp; So breaking his trust, even if it wasn't intentional, was the last thing she wanted to do, and resisting his suggestion that she needed to reflect on her....anger problem, was also out of the question.&nbsp; Besides, he was right in one thing, they needed someone to keep them in check, to hold them responsible for the consequences of their actions, or they were no better than the villains they took down.&nbsp; If she ever stopped caring, that would be a dark day indeed, for everyone involved since she was a powerful member of her species, even by her people's standards.&nbsp; The damage she could wreak was substantial, so she had every reason to be afraid of becoming a threat to everyone around her.<br><br>But such thoughts were banished when Orin left one last, gentle kiss on her forehead, and reassured her once more.&nbsp; M'gann was about to respond, only to let out a cute 'eep' that sounded like a strange cross between a laugh and a cough in an effort to suppress her embarrassed laughter.&nbsp; Spankings....yeah, most definitely very, <em>very </em>uncomfortable and awkward for both of them, although M'gann wasn't entirely sure they were on the same page on this one as her mind briefly, <em>very </em>briefly, wandered to the night when she, Artemis, and Mar'i had asked a dominatrix to visit the Tamaranean woman.&nbsp; Even now, months after that night, M'gann could perfectly remember the feel of Mary spanking Artemis's rear end with Mistress Roth's riding crop.&nbsp; So yes, spankings were....a slightly uncomfortable topic for the martian since she had no idea if she'd enjoy the experience or not, having never had a chance to find out.&nbsp; But being reminded of it, however innocently, by Orin was another matter altogether as M'gann blushed, her cheeks turning bright enough to put her hair to shame.&nbsp; <strong>"Uh...heh, yeah, that would be....awkward indeed.&nbsp; Definitely awkward, so let's keep to grounding shall we?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked softly, unable to trust her voice to go higher lest it break and crack into a high pitched squeak from where her mind had wandered.&nbsp; Thankfully she kept the vast majority of it from their link, but Orin probably still got a hint of why she had suddenly gone red as a tomato.&nbsp; If asked, M'gann wasn't sure if she'd be able to go into detail, but she'd tell him what she felt comfortable with in sharing if he persisted.&nbsp; There were few secrets between them, so it felt only natural for M'gann at least to talk if he persisted.&nbsp; But she sincerely hoped he didn't.&nbsp; It would just be....one of the strangest conversations she'd ever been a part of, to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 16:30:47</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, 21:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin drops the subject, having noticed M'gann's uncomfortable demeanour, and moves on to the next point of discussion; if there's anything particularly interesting happening in her life, and how her friends are ATM.<br><hr><hr><br>Orin had, of course, expected the strangled, startled reaction from M'gann; she was a relative innocent in the world, and there were certainly ways in which an action such as putting her across his knee could be misconstrued to mean certain <em>other</em> things that, when he thought of them in regards to M'gann, elicited a repulsed shudder from him. She was an attractive young lady, of course, even he could see that...but with how close they were and how they were effectively family? It just made him feel...<em>weird</em>...to think about her like that, and decidedly <em>not</em> in a good way. Besides, even without those connotations, it was infantilizing&nbsp; to the extreme to punish her the same way you would a naughty toddler. Grounding wasn't much better, of course, but as he understood it the humans regularly grounded unruly teenagers up until they left the house, and even if M'gann was technically older than Orin, she was still effectively the equivalent of a human teenager and - obviously - required proper guidance and support where previously she'd received none. So...he'd expected the squeaking "eep" and the feelings of embarrassed revulsion echo through the bond, but what he didn't expect was the...slightest hint of something else. Something that was subtle, quiet, almost not there in just how little she felt it - or how well she hid it, depending on which one it was - like a little spike of...humiliated, excited remembrance. It was odd, and he had no idea what brought it on or what she was thinking about, but something told him that he didn't want to know; if she wished to speak of it, she would say it, but the fact that she had seemingly made an effort to hide it from him, or that it had only been a small feeling in a brief moment suggested that it was either too personal or not important. Either way, it wasn't his place to ask.<br><br>Instead, he elected to change the subject. They were done with that line of conversation, after all, and to pursue it would be to invite further folly on the both of them and possible mortification if it turned out to be something she <em>really</em> didn't want to talk with him about. He understood that there were things that you didn't want to talk to your parents or family or anything like that about, and he assumed that it was just one of those moments where things would likely just work out better if he didn't pursue the topic. So instead, he turned to her and placed a hand between them on the edge of the roof, curious about other, less interesting aspects of her life recently. For one, he'd know met her new friends - Artemis and Mar'i - once, and he new for a fact that they weren't your average civilians. Mar'i had admitted to being Half Tamaranean from an alternate universe of all things, so at least she could understand M'gann's need for companionship and her loneliness now that her actual family was unavailable to her...with M'gann it was slightly different in that they <em>could</em> likely reach her and yet...just didn't, whereas Mar'i couldn't actually see her friends or family again since they were dead in another universe. He wasn't sure which one he'd rather be; having a dead family in a different universe? Or having family that seemingly wanted nothing to do with you? A tough decision, to be sure. At least M'gann found somebody who could empathise a little. He turned his head towards her. "So, Little One...how are your friends? I haven't seen either of them in a while, and I find myself wondering how they are doing. I can't look after you all the time, after all." He winked slyly. "Has anything interesting and <em>not</em> disastrous happened in your life recently? We so rarely get the chance to catch up, we should probably take advantage of it now while we can." He grinned at her. No more awkward topics of conversation for them that night, at least not if Orin had anything to say about it.&nbsp; Now was the casual catch up portion of their night, now that they knew they were both safe and relatively happy. Maybe they could go get something to eat a bit later? It had been so long since they'd eaten together, after all...he'd mention it to her a little later and see if she was amenable. For now...it was nice just to engage in a little idle chit-chat. Almost like a <em>normal</em> family, if there was such a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 01:45:47</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, 21:58<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin<br><strong>Music from memory:</strong>&nbsp; Megan Morse, the Woman of a Thousand Voices! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeumyOzKqgI&amp;index=113&amp;list=PL335D46E14219645C)<hr><br>M'gann breathed a massive sigh of relief, silently of course, when Orin chose to move the conversation away from the very awkward topic, and asked about her friends, the few she had anyway.&nbsp; The martian smiled and nodded, all too happy to talk about such mundane things with her Uncle Orin as she leaned against his side again, relaxing visibly as she focused on the things she'd been doing that didn't involve flying around as she'd been that night already.&nbsp; Even heroes like them needed time off, needed time to just be normal people, some admittedly more than others, and not all of them were able to live off the fortunes of their adopted parents like some people, so it wasn't uncommon for most of the hero population to have civilian jobs.&nbsp; Speaking of which, M'gann smiled as her mind drifted to her own 'day job', as it were, and gladly shared the memory attached to the rush of joy and adrenaline that came with it.&nbsp; Orin would be treated to a slightly unusual sight, the normally shy and demure M'gann disguised as her human alter ego, on stage with a microphone in front of her, located in a club or upscale restaurant of some kind.&nbsp; Whatever the case, her place on stage soon became apparent when she started singing, matching her chosen artist perfectly for pitch and volume, but it was her enthusiasm as she poured her heart into the song rather than simply 'singing' it that would really grab his attention.&nbsp; She was truly alive on stage in such a way was rare to see these days.&nbsp; <strong>"You can thank Artemis for getting me started."</strong>&nbsp; M'gann explained, smiling in such a way that left little to the imagination as to how much she had wanted to share that with him.&nbsp; <strong>"She dragged me out to a little karaoke bar and....insisted, in her way, that I should try out a song.&nbsp; This was before I met Mar'i, so it was just me and her, but that was probably just as well since I was pretty nervous and still getting over what had happened to the League.&nbsp; It was a struggle just getting out of bed somedays for me, but Artemis wouldn't take no for an answer.&nbsp; It took a little bit and a couple drinks later for me to finally go up to the stage, but I found I loved it once I got going.&nbsp; So I started impersonating my favorite singers, and things kinda went from there.&nbsp; My shapeshifting allows me to copy voices as easily as anything else, but I appear as my human self anytime I get on stage, save for maybe matching hair styles and manner of dress in some cases, but my face always remain 'Megan'.&nbsp; I'm not in it for the fame or money, although the latter helps pay the bills and then some, but because I...feel alive when I'm on stage.&nbsp; I can leave it all behind, the grief, the rage, the sorrow, and just....be me, for a few hours a show."</strong><br><br>She blushed, but the smile on her face didn't falter in the slightest as M'gann ran a hand along her chin, thinking on how best to answer the second part of his question.&nbsp; She was just trying to get her thoughts in order, still riding the high from sharing that moment with Orin, one of the bright spots of her life.&nbsp; Letting her mind drift, she perked up when she remembered the last get together she, Artemis, and Mar'i had just a few weeks ago.&nbsp; <strong>"Mar'i and Artemis are fine, we just went to a movie a month or so ago together and had a good time.&nbsp; Other than the fact Artemis left for Metropolis to lock down her father, again, Mar'i and I have kept in touch.&nbsp; As for Dick, I've met him on patrol more often than not, but I've...avoided the manor for the same reason I left Metropolis, where my uncle used to live.&nbsp; But he's been well, and I just saw Wally this very night, and then there's been a recent addition to our little group.&nbsp; He's...a clone of Superman, created by Cadmus, but he's his own person, and he's just trying to go his own way.&nbsp; He's been a good friend as well, and he's a doing a lot of good as the new....admittedly 'Boy of Steel', although at a distance he looks just as big and old as Kal did.&nbsp; I also saw Garth a few weeks after you came back to town, he was on a mission that I helped him out with, and he was doing well at the time.&nbsp; So yeah, I've done well overall.&nbsp; What about you?&nbsp; Other than...what's going on I mean."</strong>&nbsp; She asked expectantly, hoping he had been at least able to have some time to relax if nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 16:44:30</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, 21:59<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin is surprised by M'gann's massive info-dump, but starts at the mention of a Superboy clone. He answers M'gann's question quickly, then presses for more information on Connor...<br><hr><hr><br>Honestly, he should have seen it coming. Whenever you asked M'gann a question as open as "what's been happening recently," or "is there anything interesting going on at the moment," you always got a massive ramble of an information-dump just hurled at you in one long rant, whether you actually asked for it or not. He didn't overly mind - he tended to be relatively taciturn in most situations, lectures notwithstanding, so her rambling helped fill some long silences - but it was a hell of a job to try and keep up with. There was so much to digest; first off, M'gann was using her powers to make her some extra money on the side...that was good. She needed an outlet that she was good at, and if she could do things that others couldn't, why not make sure that she had a steady stream of money coming in? He never got why people disliked people with powers using them to hold down a lucrative job. It was only unfair because they didn't have the powers; if the roles were reversed, they'd do the exact same thing. Singers, artists, athletes...all of the top ones could do things most other people couldn't. It was just taken to more logical extremes with Supers. So that, at least, he was happy with; she had friends and a steady job and - from the sounds of it - one that she actively enjoyed, if the feelings of pride, warmth and joy radiating from her was any indication. He wasn't about to admonish her for doing something she loved as a way to de=stress and ensure that she always had enough to eat and live in comfort. She needed and deserved it, after all that she had been through. Honestly, impersonating singers and actresses and whatnot made sense with her shapeshifting ability, and it meant that she could channel her abilities in a constructive manner rather than just having to bottle them up whenever she wasn't using them. That kind of pressure wasn't healthy, being able to do something and having to hide it. It really wasn't all that pleasant.<br><br>The bigger news - the one that made his entire brain screech to a halt - was the news of "Connor." Obviously he'd heard of somebody exhibiting similar abilities to Superman having recently appeared in the city, but he'd always just chalked it down to coincidence, or maybe even just another alien having crashed to Earth or something...but a <em>clone?!</em> He'd never heard of Cadmus before, but if he had the ability to clone Superman, then that was worrying. Not only did he presumably have access to Superman's DNA and the technology to reproduce an entire body from it, but he was able to grant consciousness as well? If this Cadmus decided to unleash these clones for his own good...that would be bad. And as strong and technologically advanced as Atlantis was, in its current state he doubted it could handle an army of Supermen, even with their advanced grasp of Magic. Could that be the Doom Foretold by the Oracles? He pursed his lips a little. A <em>Clone</em> of <em>Superman.</em> He'd need to investigate this <em>thoroughly</em> for his own good, as well as Atlantis's. This could be very good...or very, <em>very</em> bad, especially since if this "Superboy" had access to Kal-el's memories...he'd know that Orin promised his support and didn't show up. That could be an awkward first meeting. Well...at least he was warned, now. No nasty surprises for him. At least, hopefully not. He glanced at M'gann. He'd need to ask her some rather pointed questions on the matter, and though he wanted to use this time to chat...the revelation that there was a <em>clone</em> of <em>Superman</em> running around was...well, it was important. "I'm glad you've been keeping yourself pleasantly busy." He smiled at her slightly. "As for me, I've been fine," he said simply, "I met up with Kori about a month ago, and Garth found me not too long ago - having followed me despite my orders to the contrary - but mostly it has all been about finding this impending disaster and stopping it." He frowned. "I do have a few people I need to <em>visit,</em> though..." Booster Gold. He'd been in the city at the time - from what he could tell, anyway - so why hadn't <em>he</em> helped the JLA? That was something he needed to ask the man that he hadn't gotten a chance to before, what with Ivy and everything else. He looked back at her. He had to get more information, unfortunately. "So....there's a clone of Superman in the city?" he asked, looking at her intently. "What's he like? Is he as strong and idealistic as Kal-el? And who's this 'Cadmus?' Could he make more clones?" His brow furrowed into a look of worry. "In the wrong hands, that could be...trouble." He looked at her again. He didn't mean to badger or pry, but...well, a clone of Kal-el was pretty big, to be perfectly, brutally honest. He needed to know more. Hopefully, M'gann would understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 19:49:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://st-im.kinopoisk.ru/im/kadr/2/1/3/kinopoisk.ru-Caity-Lotz-2130566.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, 21:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Green Arrow <br><hr><br>Dinah walked in with Oliver through the basement of the abandon building, she pushed open the large metal door which had previously been sealed off, luckily light streaming in from the street lights lit their way up the stairs towards the top floor, it was rather a trek up what with the elevator not working but both she and Mr Queen were both in physical fit shape. As she walked into the top floor the blonde bombshell called out to her guest."Were back M`gann hope youre hungry!" But as Dinah could see the green skinned beauty was no where to be found. She hoped she was alright, her mind automatically going to the worse as she was always a glass is half empty kind of girl. She looked back at Oliver who seemed equally as concernd for M`ganns absence.<br><br>Dinah hoped the antidote she had given her hadn't had an effect on her Martian physiology and caused her to hallucinate or some other symptoms which meant she had quickly left the building or that she had gotten a&nbsp; *Second wind* and decided to go back to the Bank to face Poison Ivy. Dinah put down her bag of burger and chips along with M`ganns and was about to go into the bathroom to check M`gann wasn't still in there and hopefully not passed out when she found a note which was meant for her. It was from M`gann saying she was popping out to see a friend from the Bank attack. Who was it?&nbsp; Orin from Atlantis? Or Booster Gold?<br><br>She handed the note over to Oliver for him to read. "She popped out it seems." she said not knowing weather to be fine with it or slightly cautious.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 04:06:22</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, 21:59<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin, Dinah/White Canary, Oliver/Green Arrow<br><br>M'gann wanted to facepalm herself upon revealing such privileged information about Conner.&nbsp; She had been caught up in the moment though, and everyone knew how she tended to rant when she was excited or upset, having been the former this time, so it wasn't so surprising she had spilled the beans about the clone that also happened to be a good friend of hers.&nbsp; Orin's compliment aside, it didn't do a lot to reassure the martian that she had said too much, but she managed to get her blush under control as she sat up.&nbsp; She blew out a breath of annoyance and sighed at her own stupidity in this case, before nodding when Orin asked about Conner.&nbsp; She couldn't deny it now could she?&nbsp; She could lie of course, but doing so with Orin was tantamount to running around without her green martian form, it just didn't happen.&nbsp; She breathed a little easier, only a little, when he moved onto Cadmus, and she shook her head at the question regarding if they were still capable of making more.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't believe so.&nbsp; I don't know for sure, but Conner I believe would have taken care of that possibility for the same reason you're asking.&nbsp; He's his own person, he's not like Kal-El, I can say that with certainty.&nbsp; He's been doing a lot of good, but he is a little more pragmatic than Kal was.&nbsp; He's definitely as strong, if not as experienced, as Superman, but whether that'll be enough I'm not sure, only that I think he'll do the Shield proud if given the chance."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't say why, only that Conner most definitely wasn't as idealistic as the former Superman.&nbsp; That said, she hoped the emotion she passed through the link reassured Orin that he could be trusted, especially since he had stopped her from crossing a line in his own way a few months ago.&nbsp; That and she was hoping her possibly slightly biased recommendation would be enough to reassure the King of Atlantis that Kon-El at least was on their side.<br><br>She didn't share the finer details regarding the incident with Intergang, only that things had ended well overall despite a few early....complications.&nbsp; Instead she moved the conversation onward, smiling a little wider as she remembered her most recent stint on stage, despite the fact she had heard at least a hint of menace in Orin's voice regarding certain members of the surviving group of heroes.&nbsp; She just wanted to enjoy this time to catch up with her honorary Uncle, not talk of the doom and gloom that was possibly coming to Gotham.&nbsp; <strong>"It does feel good to be on stage, as I've stated before I think, and it gives me a way to use what I've been born with in a way I enjoy immensely.&nbsp; I only use my shapeshifting for my voice and to dress up as I feel comfortable, but I otherwise keep myself as 'mundane' as possible.&nbsp; That was still enough to get me noticed though, and things kind of exploded from there.&nbsp; Now I have a small fanbase, I get noticed and allowed into clubs I wouldn't have went near before, and I do live better than I probably have a right under normal circumstances.&nbsp; On the other hand, there's a comedian ventriloquist that does...kind of the same thing I do, Terry Fator? so I'm not the first professional impersonator, just the first....alien to do it."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled shyly, and was about to say more, only to turn her gaze onto the Clocktower.&nbsp; She gasped, remembering Dinah and Oliver were likely waiting for her.&nbsp; This time she did slap a hand over her face before sending a telepathic message out to the pair of humans waiting in the building not sixty feet away or so.&nbsp; <em>"Hello M'gann!&nbsp; Sorry you two!&nbsp; I'm fine, I'm just across the street, talking to my un- I mean Orin, the King of Atlantis.&nbsp; I'll be there soon, just uh....how did you two get into the hideout?&nbsp; I'd prefer not to leave Orin outside if you don't mind."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 00:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://arrowfashionblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/vlcsnap-2015-03-26-16h31m03s223.png?w=290)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian<br><hr><br>Oliver put some thought to what Dinah said. The topic of Nyssa was a tough one for her to speal about especially of what Nyssa has been capable of doing. She killed the Demon's Head for love, but push that love away. Oliver was not sure if he could match her if she was capable of doing such a thing. It's almost scary that Oliver was able to be set free by this woman so easily. Even more scarier is the fact that if Oliver did not bend his knee for her, his head would've rolled off his shoulders. Entering the basement of the Clock tower, Oliver followed Dinah through and up the stairs that seemed to be a lot more than he remembered when he first entered the building. Well, he came through the roof first time.<br><br>Apparently M'gann popped out as she was no where to be seen. Did she decide she had enough rest and went to help out with the Bank? Should they suit up and follow suit? <em>"Hello M'gann!&nbsp; Sorry you two!&nbsp; I'm fine, I'm just across the street, talking to my un- I mean Orin, the King of Atlantis.&nbsp; I'll be there soon, just uh....how did you two get into the hideout?&nbsp; I'd prefer not to leave Aquaman outside if you don't mind."</em> Well that answers his questions. Oliver did slightly twitch when he heard her voice in his head. At least it was the only voice in his head. <em>"I don't think I can get used to that. We went up through the basement at the side of the building. They're be some stairs."</em> Oliver answered. Well, since they have company, Oliver wondered if they should've ordered extra fries off the dollar menu.<br><br>"Orin huh? That's a new one." Oliver said out loud. Does Dinah know anything about this one? "Wait... King of Atlantis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 00:58:41</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, 22:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin contemplates pressing the issue of Connor, but decides against it after sensing M'gann's obvious regret and discomfort. Instead, he focuses on her diatribe about her new job / hobby and expresses his happiness that she has found something she enjoys, even going so far as to ask if he can attend her next "job" to show support and see her perform. <br><hr><hr><br>Honestly, Orin needed to try and curtail M'gann's tendency to ramble at least a little bit; she tended to speak so quickly and so much that it was difficult for him to get a word in edgeways before she was off on the next topic. No sooner had she assured him that "Connor" was on their side and that this "Cadmus" likely couldn't make any more clones - which Orin doubted; if he was still alive and had managed it once, he could easily do it again...this "Cadmus" would have to be tracked down and "persuaded" to halt his research...Orin had issues with killing when it wasn't necessary, but he was certain that if he did some digging he would find something he could use to imprison Cadmus in Atlantis, away from everybody else - then she shifted back to her personal life....which, come to think of it, was likely a defence mechanism. It had been brief, but he had definitely caught the sudden pulse of regret and mortification as she apparently realised that she had revealed Connor's "Secret Origins" to somebody who hadn't yet had the pleasure of an extended meeting, so it was very likely that M'gann was attempting to sidetrack him. Whilst his thoughts were still on that mystery clone - so it hadn't worked entirely - it did tell him that M'gann was unlikely to tell him any more about Connor without his explicit consent...which just meant that he should stop pressing the issue lest he create friction between himself and M'gann, and just go and carry out his own investigations. If there was somebody with a similar powerset to Superman flying around, it was unlikely that he had gone unnoticed...he would run into him eventually. That line about him not being as idealistic as Superman was concerning - part of why Supermans power level had been easy to stomach was simply that he was a good-hearted idealist - but...he would decide whether "Connor" was a threat once he had more information. He had taken all he could from M'gann, and he wasn't about to risk annoying or upsetting her. So for that moment in time...he figured that it was best to simply "drop it."<br><br>Not that it was boring listening to M'gann recount her personal life; far from it! He was actively interested in her life and dearly wanted to be a part of it, it was just that sometimes other things took precedence considering all of the responsibilities that he had to juggle. Honestly, it was rather tough at times; he had to balance being the King of Atlantis (In Absentia, of course, though he did still hold council every couple of days or so), a newly-arrived Superhero, an Ambassador for Atlantis - he had had to visit several human officials on his arrival, lest they become offended and whine to their superior politicians about it - <em>and</em> somehow maintain a healthy and active relationship with his niece. How he was supposed to do four things in the time that most people found for two, he had no idea...but he still had to do it. Still, the fact that she found a way to exercise her desire to use her abilities in a way that made her happy and made her life easier without hurting other people...that was amazing, and something to be celebrated in his mind. Everybody had something marketable about them, of course, something that could easily be used to make a living if they could just find it; M'gann obviously had found a niche as a stage performer, using her shapeshifting abilities to her advantage. Kori easily had the figure to be an extremely popular model in whatever industry she decided to enter - swim-wear, fashion, advertising...he was mildly surprised that the thought had never occurred to her to try her hand at what the humans called "Adult Modelling," in actual fact - and he himself? Well, if he wanted to, he could easily make a living as a self defence instructor or one of those "animal whisperers" that the humans liked to watch on daytime television...of course, the difference was that he could <em>literally</em> talk to most animals whereas the humans were largely guessing most of the time.<br><br>Either way, it was good that she had found an outlet, and no matter what she might have said, he doubted many people could be as good at stage performance and imitation as M'gann. She could, after all, literally change her body and voice on a whim to an identical match of the person she was imitating if she so desired. He shook his head, forcing thoughts of the Superman clone from his mind - as important as it was, he got the distinct impression that she wanted to stop talking about it, and he respected her discomfort enough to not make her more uncomfortable - and offered her a small smile. "So long as you are enjoying yourself and getting enough to live off of, that's the most important thing," he said, leaning back just a little bit on the roof-edge that they were perched on. "Too many people stumble through life not knowing who they really are or what they're meant to do...I'm glad that you, at least, have found something that you are good at and that you enjoy. It's too rare a thing these days, especially for ones such as us whose personal lives are...never exactly clean or ordinary." He turned his head to look at her. "I would very much like to see you perform some time...you must let me know when your next 'gig,' as the humans say, is set to take place and I shall see if I can't attend. That is...if you don't mind?" A loaded question? For others, perhaps...but M'gann knew, he hoped, that he wouldn't be offended if she refused. After all, not everybody can perform in front of people that they knew, and he wouldn't want to make her job awkward or uncomfortable. Still...he did want to watch her perform. It had been too long since he'd seen much of her "out of uniform," and even longer since she had been happy or having fun. It would be nice to see her smile again, if nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 04:37:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://st-im.kinopoisk.ru/im/kadr/2/1/3/kinopoisk.ru-Caity-Lotz-2130566.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, 22:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Green Arrow/Miss Martian/Orin <br><hr><br>M`ganns voice came directly into the White Canary's brain, it was a strange sensation that would take some getting used to. But the young Martain was so pleasant it was hard to stay mad at her for the sudden and unexpected intrusion. "Hello M'gann!&nbsp; Sorry you two!&nbsp; I'm fine, I'm just across the street, talking to my un- I mean Orin, the King of Atlantis.&nbsp; I'll be there soon, just uh....how did you two get into the hideout?&nbsp; I'd prefer not to leave Aquaman outside if you don't mind." So it was Orin from the bank robbery earlier tonight who was M`ganns friend, Dinah had just presumed a moment ago when reading the note it was the Orange skinned girl who M`gann had known.<br><br>Dinah looked over at Oliver to see by his reaction he had received the same telepathic message from M`gann. &nbsp;"I don't think I can get used to that. We went up through the basement at the side of the building. They're be some stairs." Oliver answered. Well, since they have company, Oliver wondered if they should've ordered extra fries off the dollar menu.<br><br>Dinah sent out her thoughts to her Martian new friend. "Sure, we have more then enough food for you and Orin. Besides id like to ask him what went down with the rest of the fight after you and I were forced to leave!" She said as she took the burgers out of the bag and started to fold over the paper bags, she didn't really have plates or cutlery so she hoped the King of Atlantis wouldn't be too offended. She offerd him a smile which pretty much read, this night is getting weirder and weirder!&nbsp; <br><br>Oliver then questioned how Orin was the King of Atlantis and Dinah just nodded, nothing shocked her anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 00:52:40</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, 22:02<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin, Dinah/White Canary, Oliver/Green Arrow<br><br>M'gann knew Orin was being respectful regarding her desire to not talk about Superboy and his origins at the Cadmus facility, and she appreciated it greatly, but a part of her still wanted to tell him everything she knew about Kon-El.&nbsp; That said, she honestly didn't know all that much, having told Orin almost everything already, save for the fact they had known each other for the last six months or so and that they had become good friends since that time.&nbsp; Beyond that, there wasn't a lot to tell, except for the small matter of Conner being genetically similar to Lex Luthor himself, giving him the man's genius level intellect, and perhaps his less than moral standing.&nbsp; That said, M'gann's endorsement of the young, biologically speaking, super clone wasn't off the mark, and that he had indeed done a lot of good hadn't been an exaggeration.&nbsp; He truly did try to do good with what he had, he just didn't hold himself quite to such a rigid morale code as his predecessor had, which in M'gann's opinion, was a good thing.&nbsp; Whether that was because of what had happened to the original Superman or something else was up for debate though, especially given her own slight fall to the anger and rage that had been born when her uncle had died right in front of her.&nbsp; Still, she kept all that out of her thoughts for the most part, simply basking in Orin's praise regarding her job as a professional singer/impersonator.<br><br>But all that went out the proverbial window when Orin made his desire known that he wanted to see her on stage the next time she had a gig.&nbsp; M'gann's brown eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, not at all ashamed or embarrassed by the idea of letting him see her in her, some could argue, natural element as she hugged him tightly with a cry of glee.&nbsp; She quickly pulled back, but nodded enthusiastically all the same.&nbsp; <strong>"I'd be more than happy to extend you an invitation the next time I'm performing Uncle Orin.&nbsp; So no, I don't mind at all if you're there."</strong>&nbsp; She replied with as much sincerity as she could muster, before turning to the Clocktower when Dinah and Oliver responded respectively to her telepathic message.&nbsp; With a smile and a gesture towards the building, M'gann disappeared from sight, save for the slightest distortion in the air where she was currently located.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall we?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, before flying off to the tower, eager to get something solid in her stomach after the fiasco at the bank.&nbsp; That and she agreed with Dinah's unspoken question about what had happened after they had been forced to leave, but first she wanted to eat and just continue their nice evening without the impending threat of doom hanging over their heads.<br><br>Stopping herself just as she started to fly out to the Clocktower, M'gann slapped a hand over her face, having forgotten to pass along the instructions as to how to get inside Dinah's place in her enthusiasm.&nbsp; Only after she had done so did M'gann fly across the street, unseen by most people on a good day, and phase right through the same clock face she had used to get outside in the first place.&nbsp; Landing lightly before the archer and his friend, M'gann dusted herself off as she became wholly physical once more about the same time she became visible.&nbsp; <strong>"Orin should be present soon.&nbsp; Sorry for kinda dragging someone you hardly know to your secret lair, but I trust him with my life."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 00:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://arrowfashionblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/vlcsnap-2015-03-26-16h31m03s223.png?w=290)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Queen<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Green Arrow<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> League of Assassins (Al Sah-Him), None yet (Green Arrow) <br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 22:04<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> White Canary, Miss Martian, Orin (mentions), Roy Harper (mentions), Artemis (mentions)<br><hr><br>Oliver was feeling lost as to who this Orin person was. The most he could put together was that he worked with both Dinah and M'gann during the Poison Ivy incident currently happening. And then the King of Atlantis bit confused him. Is that some kind of identity concealment name? It's a bit of a mouthful if it is. Maybe he should have a identity like Green Arrow or White Canary. What would it be though? "Question Dinah. Who's Orin exactly? He sounds new." Oliver spoke out loud as he set down the bags of burgers and fries down on some empty foldable table.<br><br>"Another question. How many heroes do you think appeared after I died? I know there was sorta a boom of them when the Darkseid incident ended, but now that I've come back these guys are coming outta the woodworks." Oliver looked over towards Dinah for answers. Ever since he's came back, all he's seen were old and new faces. And then the old faces are even getting changes to themselves. Taking Roy for example, Oliver was surprised to see that Roy was still operating in Star City and without the aid of Artemis. A lot had happened in the two years Oliver was gone and Roy single handedly brought the city together and thwarted major threats all by himself. Oliver was proud if anything. He wasn't even bothered by the fact that Roy was still using their old base and took possession of all their "toys" for himself. He kept Star City safe by himself and Oliver trusted Roy to keep doing so.<br><br>Artemis, however, disappeared. She seemed to have forgone her original identity as Artemis after his death and became something else. What, Oliver did not know. But Roy did hint towards finding the other heroes to help find her. Which was why Oliver followed M'gann here. She was one of the names Roy dropped to help find Artemis. She wasn't hard to find seeing she was one of the heroes that was facing meta-humans in broad daylight. Given the clues, it wasn't hard to find her. Now just to find Artemis and clear the air between them. Oliver, thinking about what will happen once they reunite, started to rotate his jaw in preparation. She always did have a hellva right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 01:33:23</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, 22:02<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After taking a moment to appreciate M'gann's hug, he follows her abrupt departure as best he can to the doors beside the Clocktower, where he questions M'gann about their destination and who she was conversing with at the end of their previous discussion.<br><hr><hr><br>Perhaps Orin should have been ready for it, given his direct window into M'gann's head and therefore her emotions, but the speed of her pleased, excited hug startled him somewhat, leaving his ribs to be almost crushed with the force of her sudden contact. Not literally, of course - while stronger than almost anybody else on Earth, M'gann didn't possess the raw physical strength required to crack his ribs in a single hug - but the force of the embrace would easily have broken a normal human - and even some lesser Superhumans - in half with little difficulty. He could handle it, but he might need to remind M'gann to be a little more careful in future when excited. Not everybody was as durable as him. Still, it was good to see that she wasn't embarrassed by his presence, at the very least; from what he gathered of human society, having an older family member attending an important social event in a teenage females life was often seen as the height of embarrassment for the young lady in question, especially if her friends were involved. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't know how much Earth human culture had influenced her, so had deemed it prudent to request permission first...and her enthusiasm was genuine. Apparently, human society hadn't influenced her so much that his presence was distasteful for her. He was grateful for that much, at the very least. He smiled at her, and nodded; it would be wonderful to see M'gann doing something that she enjoyed, no matter what it was, but if she performed at a specific venue he could easily take a much needed day off and make a night of it...depending on where it was, he may even ask Kori if she wanted to join him. They'd spent precious little time together over the past few years, and it was going to take him a while to catch up properly especially with his busy schedule...but he wasn't about to lose contact again. Even Kings required Confidantes, after all, perhaps moreso than ordinary people.<br><br>He didn't get a chance to respond to her happiness, however, as soon she disentangled herself from his thoroughly compressed sides and drifted off the edge of the building, apparently suddenly distracted by something in the tower she initially came from; was there trouble, or had the actual owners of the tower returned from wherever they had gone - he thought that M'gann had said that they had left to get some kind of nourishment - and M'gann was communicating with them? If they weren't telepaths, then they were communicating in response to a channel that M'gann had directly opened, which would explain why he didn't detect their messages; he would be able to hear a telepaths reply communication because it would be broadcast back at M'gann, but ordinary humans? They would just think louder, and hope that the original Telepath would pick it up. He could probably hear those thoughts if he listened for them, but with the amount of humans down below and around in the buildings? Only somebody specifically listening for a thought or chain would hear them. So, he would just trust M'gann; apparently, they had been invited into the tower. He presumed that, at least, since if it was anything bad, she would have told him, and she was heading back to the tower which suggested that she had a way for him to get in without triggering whatever security systems she had been worried about previously. He stood up slowly, stretching his arms out a little as he grasped his trident and - after she belatedly gave him the instructions on how to enter the hideout - followed her towards the tower not so much by his external senses but by following the pull of their telepathic connection. She flew straight through obstacles and he had to jump around them, but he managed to keep pace with her lazy, relaxed speed until she peeled off to enter the tower proper, and he had to drop down onto street level from the rooftops, landing with a heavy <em>thud.</em><br><br>Now alone - honestly, he wasn't sure what he was looking for, even with the instructions; all she had said was "there's a doorway to a basement in a side street, go through that" - he made his way down the alley until he eventually arrived at a nondescript looking pair of doors set into the ground next to the large clock-tower that they had been sitting near, and - to Orin's eyes, at least - looked recently moved, though they appeared to be held fast in place at that moment in time. They looked to lead straight down into the ground; a basement or underlevel of some kind, perhaps? Well, they certainly fit the description of the entrance to the lair...he reached out and rapped on the doors sharply with the butt of his trident, cautiously looking for traps of some kind. He assumed that any safeguards would be switched off for the moment, lest they accidentally attack him, but you could never be too sure. He doubted that he was moving into danger, of course - M'gann would have warned him if that were the case - but he still needed to be careful, just in case. He <em>intensely</em> hated being ignorant. Being ignorant meant not knowing something. And not knowing something inherently meant being unprepared....and Orin despised being unprepared for anything. In a war, being unprepared meant getting killed...and he didn't fancy getting killed because he walked into an unknown location without knowing the risks. And if he died on the surface, Atlantis might take offence. And that? That would most certainly be bad, for everybody involved. <br><br>Still...he had to enter their hideout somehow, and he reckoned he could take most of whatever they could dish out. At least, he hoped so. He stuck his trident between the boards of the door and slowly pried them open, ready at any moment to leap out of the way of an attack or a trap, but as the doors creaked open, nothing was forthcoming. He peered into the darkness, his night vision granting him an accurate look at the room below - a decently sized room, apparently connected to the rest of the abandoned building by some network of corridors and whatnot, and apparently empty with another, sturdier looking door at the far end - and at least an idea of where possible traps could be located. He descended the small flight of stairs slowly, pulling the doors round behind him, and ventured across the room, ready to leap out of the way or defend himself with fury at every step, his Trident pulsing a little as it created a small personal shield around him as he walked. Better safe than sorry, after all. He did, however, reach the opposite door easily and without incident. It looked to be a large metal door, conspicuously out of place in a building such as this, and obviously set into the wall connected to the tower where M'gann claimed that the secret hideout was. It obviously opened, but when Orin pushed against it, it didn't budge; locked, probably, as would be sensible given its status as the door to a <em>secret hideout.</em> He could probably rip the door from its hinges with ridiculous ease - if he could lift up a cruse liner, then he could punch through a door - but that might send the wrong message. Instead, he rapped the butt of his trident against it sharply and clearly four times, as if knocking. A door like that had to have a security camera built in, or at least an audio bug, so he spoke into the room, clearly identifying himself; it's what he would want somebody to do if they were entering <em>his</em> secret base of operations, after all. "My name is Orin, King of Atlantis and an ex-member of the Justice League." He wasn't a founding member, true, but he was with them when they defeated Darkseid the first time which was realy technically only the second time that they had formed...so while he didn't qualify as an "original" member, he was most certainly <em>a</em> member. "I am friend to the woman M'gann, and I request leave to enter your sanctuary." Always be diplomatic...he is a King, yes, but has no jurisdiction on land and certainly no right to <em>demand</em> entrance to their secret base. Besides, manners will go a long way to forming a decent working relationship with them, and if they helped M'gann...then they're deserving of his gratitude, at the very least. And gratitude is not shown through abrasive, aggressive commands. Whether they're worthy of respect, he will find out...but they are at least deserving of basic manners, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 14:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://st-im.kinopoisk.ru/im/kadr/2/1/3/kinopoisk.ru-Caity-Lotz-2130566.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, 22:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Clock tower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Green Arrow/Miss Martian/Orin <br><hr><br>Miss Martian returned to Dinah and Oliver via her phasing and levitating ability's. She just phased back into the clocktower and infront of them. It was a sight to behold to see such raw power infront of her. M`gann apologized for inviting her friend Orin unexpetantly but she did then tell them she trusted the man with her life and Dinah trusted M`gann so it seemed like a fair invite to the Canary.&nbsp; "Its fine M`gann really." The blond offerd with a warm smile as she put her hand on the Martain girls left shoulder and gently squeezed. "You are looking a lot better anyhow which is good, I think the Dark Kiss worked well on us both." She was thankful even after been apart Nyssa Al Ghul was still saving her life. <br><br>Oliver then spoke up about the growing number of *Heroes* on the scene these days. He asked who Orin was and he sounded *new*. "He fought alongside the Justice League. He is the ruling king of Atlantis, a real old school warrior type." She then smiled a sexy smile. "Great abs and forearms." She said playfully and as a half joke. She then thought about how many heroes she knew of. "The ones I know of are....Batwoman, Nightwing, A new Flash, the Atom, Booster Gold, WonderGirl, Captain Atom.....but those are the ones who are more public with their identiys...well maybe not the Batwoman and Nightwing....but word gets around Gotham you know." She hoped with all these heroes around a new Justice League might indeed get formed soon. <br><br>The shitty audio system Dinah had set up picked up a big booming male voice introducing himself as Orin stating he was a friend of M`ganns and that he wished to enter the sanctuary. He had made his way up most of the way but a couple of the large metal doors needed to be pushed from the inside, it was an old, OLD building and only she knew all the ways around it. Dinah indicated to M`gann and Ollie she was going to let Orin in herself. She left the main clcoktower room and headed out to descend a couple of stairs and she could clearly hear the sound of him rapping on the large metal door. The White Canary took hold of the handle and pulled it open using her upper body strength, she never really thought about how much weight and effort it took to push this thing open until she actually was doing it to let someone else in.<br><br>Sure enough behind the door was the impossible tall and handsome Orin of the Atlantean Empire. Dinah didn't say *Wow* outloud but she sure as hell was thinking it. He was here, complete with a big ass Trident and looking very imposing even t one who had been trained by the league of assassins. "Welcome Orin. My name is Dinah, but on the streets ive been going by White Canary." SHe said with a smile as she offerd her hand to the handsome King. Ok, now she was feeling her home was going to be sub-par to him, he was a fucking KING and she was liveing in this shithole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2 rpg: The Gotham Watchtower (Centeral Gotham)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 23:59:30</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, 22:03<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arthur Curry/King Orin, Dinah Lance/White Canary, Oliver Queen/Green Arrow<br><br>While she felt mildly bad about leaving Orin outside as she had, the call of her stomach and good company was a little more present in the martian's mind as she flitted to the nearby table, where Oliver had left the fries and burgers.&nbsp; She helped herself to one of the bags that remained, and while the lingering effects of Ivy's toxins still had her stomach doing the occasional flip, they were few and far between, making it easy to ignore for the most part.&nbsp; But Oliver's off hand comment about Darksied and the heroes that had risen since the Justice League's fall had M'gann freezing in place, the burger in hand forgotten just as Dinah's response had left her mouth and her hand had fallen from the martian's shoulder.&nbsp; She shook it off quick enough, but either Oliver or Dinah would have likely saw the forlorn gaze that had settled over M'gann's brown eyes.&nbsp; She only sighed and bit down in the burger, hardly tasting its contents as she chewed and swallowed mechanically.&nbsp; Oddly enough though, it worked in her favor, because Dinah dropped a comment that had the martian almost choking on the burger that was in her throat when she made her playful observation about Orin.&nbsp; Instead, she coughed and wheezed for a moment, her earlier sorrow forgotten completely as she rapped on her chest for a moment before holding up a hand to signal she was fine.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm alright....but uh...I consider Orin kinda like an uncle figure, so that just caught me off guard is all.&nbsp; So uh....yeah, I don't mind if you....like him, but that was just unexpected."</strong>&nbsp; M'gann explained, her green cheeks borderline as red as her hair at that particular moment.&nbsp; Regardless of what else she might have said, they were interrupted by Orin's voice coming through a nearby sound system.&nbsp; She perked up and smiled, nodding for Dinah to go ahead and let him in, indicating she'd be fine on her own with Oliver.&nbsp; She'd wait there, eat, and hopefully regain her minor shaken composure with Dinah's, in hindsight, funny comment regarding her honorary uncle.
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