Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City
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				Title: <strong>Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 02:55:51</strong>
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				(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130331004426/batman/images/thumb/2/25/Tdkr_33.jpg/500px-Tdkr_33.jpg)<br><br><br>The birth of Gotham City is one shrouded in both mystery and mysticism. Millennia ago, an evil warlock was buried alive beneath what would one day become the central island of Gotham. It is alleged that while the warlock laid in a state of torpor, his evil essence seeped into the soil, poisoning the ground with his dark, corruptive touch. <br><br>The territory surrounding the Warlock's burial spot was also the home of an ancient Native American tribe known as the Miagani. The Miagani inhabited the Gotham islands several centuries before European explorers ever crossed the Atlantic. The Miagani tribe is no longer in existence, and there is much speculation as to their final fate. One posited theory suggests that a shaman named Blackfire came to them, proclaiming to be a holy messenger. Within short order however, Blackfire took control of the Miagani and proved to be a cruel and evil tyrant. The Miagani chieftain Chief Paleface demanded that Blackfire leave the tribe, but the shaman would not be silenced, and he struck down Paleface with his staff, killing him. The other Miagani revolted against Blackfire. They shot him with their arrows and tied him to a pole to die. Blackfire didn't die though, so the Miagani sealed him inside of a cave. They erected a totem in front of the tomb as a warning sign of the evil that resided within. Some sources cite that Shaman Blackfire emerged from the cave and used his power to cause a blight across the land. As such, the Miagani had little choice but to abandon their homes in search of fertile ground. Two days into their journey, a rival tribe came upon them and slaughtered all of the Miagani. Some legends however, say that it was actually Shaman Blackfire who murdered them.<br><br>In 1609, the Dutch East India Company selected English explorer Henry Hudson to chart an easterly passage to Asia. Along his journey, he surveyed the Northeastern coastal region of what would one day become the United States. Following Hudson's course, Dutch pioneers sailed for this New World and began populating the region once inhabited by the Miagani. The pioneers established themselves in two different colonies. One colony was set up along the shore where fishing was plentiful, and the other was developed further inland. The latter colony came upon the sealed cave with the Miagani totem erected before it. Unaware of its significance, they ignored the totem's warning and loosed Shaman Blackfire from the cave. The colonists were never seen again. Two days later, men from the coastal community traveled to visit their inland brothers. When they arrived in the village, they found the town deserted. Pools of blood dotted the streets, but there were no bodies. A trapper claimed to have seen the image of a naked Indian walking from the woods to the settlement.<br><br>During the latter half of the 18th century and the early half of the 19th century, Gotham was a major port city known as Gotham Town. Beginning as early as 1799, Darius Wayne began construction on a family estate that would eventually become known as Wayne Manor.<br><br>On January 1st, 1800, the frontiersman known as Tomahawk became embroiled in a fight with a British spy named Lord Shilling. Shilling had disguised himself as Tomahawk's close ally Stovepipe in order to get in close enough to procure a piece of mystical amber that Tomahawk had acquired from occultist Jason Blood years earlier. The two fought one another inside of an immense, bat-filled cavern not far from the Wayne estate. During the fight, the piece of amber fell into a stream of molten fluid. Shilling reached to retrieve it, and the amber fused itself to his hand, mummifying his entire arm. Tomahawk severed the arm and returned with it to Gotham Town. The arm and amber later became known as the Claw of Aelkhünd. The cavern in which the two fought one another would later service modern age super-hero Batman as the Batcave.<br><br>During the 1950s, Gotham evolved with the changing times, particularly in light of the paranoia perpetuated by the Cold War. Various bomb shelters were erected all throughout the city. By the 1960s, Gotham City planners began an ambitious project called the Underground Highway. Beginning at Fourth Avenue, they began building an actual subterranean thoroughfare designed to link with the subway system. They only managed to complete two-hundred yards worth of tunnel before budget cuts forced them to abandon the project. In later years, the unfinished highway became a haven for the homeless and even a few criminals such as Killer Croc.<br><br>Today, Gotham stands as a dark and foreboding metropolis rife with crime, grime and corruption, all masked in the glitz and glamor of the city's night life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>03-05-2019, 11:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn3.movieweb.com/i/article/O8CWEnCnDS62VHZtrKXShOWNFnNCv5/798:50/The-Batman-Details-Young-Bruce-Wayne-Ben-Affleck.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Batsuit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"Come on, come on, come on!" <br><br>The leader motioned to his friends impatiently, directing them to file into the smoldering smoky hole he just finished cutting through. He glanced over at the sign on the back, the one proudly proclaiming the entrance to the <em>Gotham Bank</em>. Inside was enough money to set them all for life, one last score in the worst city to be a criminal in.<br><br>The rest of his crew (five in total) grabbed their respective equipment, huffing the duffel bags over to the hole and throwing them in one by one. The lead thug kept his sawed-off shotgun ready on the back alley. Last thing they needed was someone poking their head down the alley and getting curious! Once the last thug was inside he ducked inside of the bank and joined them.<br><br>"Looks like you were right boss," One of his men grunted pointing at the blinking alarm box that was still bright red "Cutting a hole in the door bypassed the whole system." <br><br>"Of course, I’m fucking right!" The leader said shaking his head and moving into the bank "Lights on boys! Time to get paid." <br><br>"What are you going to do with your share?" One of the men asked his voice younger as he flicked on his mag light. The rest of them followed suit one by one, bathing the banks atrium in light and causing the shadows to darken.<br><br>"Ha!" One of the more senior members said adjusting the black ski mask over his face as he moved into the bank "I got a mortgage my young friend! What do you think I’m going to do with it?"<br><br>"College fund for me," Another one said immediately moving to the back where the vault was "My daughter is bugging me about tuition, she’s going to Gotham University."<br><br>"Ugh you guys are old!" The younger one said going over to the entrance and shutting off his light. <br><br>"Don't knock experience kid," The leader growled moving over to the vault and watching as the other thug began to work on cutting into it. "We've been doing this since before you were born. In the golden age!" <br><br>"Oh god not this again," The younger guy called out leaning against the front glass of the bank without a care in the world. "Golden age of super hero's my ass! The bat-<br>&nbsp;<br>"Don't mention the bat!" The leader called out with a growl stopping him. "You're going to jinx this shit." <br><br>"The bat is old!" The younger man countered leaning forward and taking his eyes off of the window "There’s no way he can-<br>&nbsp;<br>Whatever the young thug was about to say was cut off as the glass exploded behind him. Large powerful hands grabbed his shoulders causing him to drop his gun in fright. He was pulled into the darkness outside taken before he could even scream out to the others.. <br><br>"God damn it!" The lead thug said shaking his head "Kid just had to jinx us! Two of you… take a peek carefully." <br><br>The two thugs not working on the vault nodded and moved to the window. They poked their heads out looking around at the street and trying to find the young thug in the darkness. The street lights were down the darkness pressing on all sides. After a few minutes they came back in and shook their heads at the leader. <br><br>“No sign of him.”<br><br>"Keep working on the vault." The leader growled moving over to the entrance and cocking back the hammer on his shotgun. He composed himself before calling out.<br><br>"Batman!" The leader shouted out as loud as he could "Can't you give us a break? You can't tell me this bank isn't good for the money! Insurance and what not, probably won’t get but a slap of the wrist for losing it.." <br><br>"Are you insane?" The thug working on the vault said shaking his head "When in fifteen years has Batman ever reasoned with a criminal?!" <br><br>"Never" A voice growled from the shadows above their heads. A voice as dark as the shadows and with the bite of a lion. A voice many Gothamites knew of but seldom heard, and the ones that did rarely spoke about except in hushed fear.<br><br>Both men whirled around trying to get their guns up as a massive black shadow swept down from the darkness. The massive broad costumed vigilante crashed into the leader first his large boot coming down and slamming into his hand. The crunch of bone and the leader scream was of little consequence to the man as his hand swept up and a curved strange looking disc styled after a bat spat out and slammed into the other thug’s hand. He was pinned in a second to the wood of the counter and his screams joined the leader. <br><br>"Stop” The costumed man commanded ignoring the other two thugs moving in. The Bat Of Gotham helped the leader up instead. The costumed vigilante eyed him for several seconds before his muscular slightly wrinkled mouth opened in a smile.<br><br>"Is that you Frankie?" The Batman asked going over to the man he pinned to the counter and pulling it out with a yank. The man crumpled still swearing up a storm and whimpering in pain.<br><br>"Damn it" The leader said pulling off his mask and revealing his face. It was indeed Frankie! "How'd you know?" <br><br>"You've done this play before Frankie." Batman reminded the thug "You've even cut the door of this bank before! You getting slow on me Frankie?" Batman asked with a chuckle.<br><br>"I thought this place looked familiar!" The other thug said groaning at the wound on his hand "You didn't have to do that Batman! Isn’t there a frequent customer pulled punches program or something?" <br><br>"You didn't have to try and rob a bank" He reminded them going over to the other two thugs and grabbing their guns "Nice kid you brought onto the crew, these two and the one outside especially." <br><br>"Ugh don't remind me!" Frankie said smacking his forehead "He's my nieces kid, One of those punks that think the old age is done." <br><br>"Well he doesn't believe that anymore," Batman said throwing the guns on the floor and stomping on them breaking them in one motion. "I gave him a new perspective..... The world looks a lot different hanging upside down." <br><br>The other thugs had a chuckle as Batman came over and quickly slapped a pair of cuffs on each of them. Once they were secure, he led them outside where a line of police men waited. The uniformed men of the GCPD were already at work getting down the younger thug who looked terrified. He screamed when he saw Batman who made sure to give him a little wave before continuing. Batman stayed to talk with the police for a few minutes catching up with some of the older veterans of the police force and also making sure Frankie was taken care of. Once they were secured, he said his good byes and with a quick press on his belt summoned the bat mobile. The massive tank like car slid to a stop it's door's opening to let him clamber in before closing around him and sealing. <br><br>"Alfred," Bruce Wayne said unsealing his mask the minute the blacked-out windows closed and scratching at the stumble on his face "Mental note anonymous deposit of funds into the college fund of that thug’s daughter. From the Wayne Charity foundation.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NihilXIII</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 02:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zqjm9YC.jpg)</div> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Damian Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tricorner Port, Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black civilian clothing (nondescript hooded jacket, scarf, cotton pants, sneakers)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>The sun had long set over the port. The perpetual mist that clung to the city glowed eerily down by the old naval yards, as workmen continued their repairs into the night. The damage could be seen even from afar, wrought by the recent spate of alien attacks.<br><em>Aliens</em>, Damian scoffed inside his head, recalling the mass media hysteria that had gripped the world of late. <em>They still bleed. They still die</em>.<br>He’d witnessed first-hand their destructive capabilities in the Indian Ocean, but the League of Assassins had chosen to remain far-removed from those events. And of course there was no escaping the phenomenon that had been dubbed ‘Superman’, nor the hypocrites that ostracized him one day and mourned him the next.<br><br>“Looks pretty grim, don’t it, son?” an elderly gentleman observed from beside him, chewing away on the same wooden toothpick he’d been gnawing since first approaching Damian, hours ago, on the deck.<br>“It’s Gotham,” Damian replied absently, his verdant gaze sweeping the clouds as night settled in and the city - the real city, the dirty underbelly - stirred to life. He fixated on a familiar signal in the sky. “It’s always grim.”<br>“Well ain’t you a ray of sunshine,” the old man, Wilfred, chuckled, the toothpick rolling between his teeth. “You sure this is where you want to be, son? Didn’t get on the wrong boat?”<br>“Want to be?” Damian asked. “No. Need to be, is more like it.”<br>“I see. Got family waiting for you?”<br>“Got family,” Damian replied, tensely. “Not sure they’re waiting for me.”<br>“Let me guess, you ran away, and now you’re afraid you won’t be welcome” Wilfred smiled, clapping a leathery hand on Damian’s shoulder. Damian glared at the hand, but the old man didn’t seem to notice, or care.<br>“I didn’t run away, I left,” Damian corrected him.<br>“Right, right. Left the country and traveled to, where was it you said, Tibet?” Wilfred recalled with raised eyebrows. “And after that, traveled all over Asia and the Middle East, and even squeezed in some European culture while you were at it. Not at all inconsiderable for a child, but it still looks like you didn’t want to stay put in one place for too long.”<br><br>Damian met Wilfred’s analysis with a steely stare. He didn’t like being psychoanalyzed.<br>“Doesn’t matter, son. Family is family. They’ll always welcome you back, once the wounds heal.”<br>That was a sentiment that Damian hadn’t allowed himself the luxury of since leaving Gotham. True, he’d been what some would consider a child, but at thirteen years old he’d known a hundred ways to end a life with his bare hands. To expect a warm welcome from the people that had shaped him into a killer from the moment he was born, perhaps even before, would have been stupid. But he’d had nowhere else to turn.<br>He’d savagely murdered a suspect out of anger, crossed a line that his father, Bruce Wayne, the Batman of Gotham, was no longer willing to tolerate from him. Perhaps it had been instinct that had driven him back to his mother, just as it was now dragging him back to Gotham.<br>“Of course, you could always go back the way you came,” Wilfred chuckled.<br>“Is that the plan?” Damian muttered. He folded his arms against the cold, and a hand crept into his jacket, to grasp the knife concealed within.<br>“Excuse me?” Wilfred, dumbfounded, considered him with incredulity.<br>“You’re good,” Damian countered. “But not good enough. I had you clocked the minute you approached.”<br>“Oh, and we were having such pleasant conversation,” Wilfred sighed. The friendly old man routine wasn’t an act, Damian suspected. The eccentricities of age didn’t give a thought to profession.<br>“Lose the poison,” Damian commanded. Wilfred held his gaze for a few seconds, then disposed of his toothpick over the side of the ship.<br>“Old habit,” the old man confessed. “Relax, there’d be no sense in your Ma sending old Wilfred to do you harm. Not sure she has anyone left who could, after what you did to your sister and her… other project,” Wilfred winked.<br><br>Damian had had enough of the small talk. Quick as a striking viper, he hooked a foot around Wilfred’s and pushed himself forward, landing atop him. The knife, still hidden in the folds of his jacket, pressed against the old man’s chest.<br>There was a hushed commotion on deck, the other passengers wondering what had happened - what was that boy doing? Did the old man fall, is he alright? - and Damian knew he needed to be quick.<br>“Enough of the games, what do you want?” he hissed, and Wilfred, still bewildered by the sudden violence, realised what was jabbing up against his ribs.<br>“The Demon’s Head sends a message,” Wilfred cried out, a little too loudly, and then composed himself. “The safety of the shadows is fleeting. Act decisively, but know that your first step into the fray determines your last.”<br><br>An old lesson rang through Damian’s head. <br><em> He was back on Infinity Island, and he didn’t know Bruce Wayne as anything more than a name and a datafile kept by his Mother. <br>He was in the rafters of his Grandfather’s quarters within the fortress, trying to impress him by getting the jump on him. <br>And he’d believed himself successful, evading notice, dropping down on the old man… <br><br>...by the time he’d realised there was a dart in his neck, ejected from the fan in Ra’s al Ghul’s hand, he was already fading to black.</em><br><br>“Go,” Damian whispered, pulling his mind back to the present. He stood up and pulled Wilfred to his feet. He didn’t watch the old man take off, but he heard every last footfall until he’d lost himself in the crowd of concerned passengers.<br><em>The League has followed me back to Gotham,</em> Damian thought to himself. It lent a new sense of foreboding to the already troubling thoughts in his head - for the thought of reuniting with family had blinded him to the other problems awaiting him in Gotham.<br>Bruce, Alfred, maybe even Dick, Tim and Barbara if they were still around - how would they welcome him? With open arms or closed doors? And then there was the issue of publicity. The son of billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne suddenly turning up at Gotham University was going to bring with it an unwelcome amount of attention.<br><br>His thoughts ran away with him even as he disembarked the ferry, his bike roaring out of the cargo hold and into Gotham. The Redwing, as he’d dubbed her, was a stealthbike gifted to him by his Mother shortly before things had gone sour. It was state of the art, even by the standards he was used to as the protege of the Bat. It gave him comfort knowing that he had his tattered Robin suit stashed beneath his seat and his sword hidden just a switch-flick away, for even as he swept out of the port, he spied movement in the shadows of buildings. The illicit dealings of crooks and mobsters being swallowed by the night. And worse - the agents of the League of Assassins, somewhere, following him.<br><br><em>One problem at a time.</em>“Let’s see where he’s at,” he grunted to himself, and the wind shield of his bike flared to life, over-layed by a tactical heads-up display. “Patch me into the local police dispatch,” he instructed, and in the corner of the HUD, a radio wave readout popped up. His helmet crackled with transmission static.<br><br><em>“Repor…d break in... Bank... otham… Batma... en route, all neares… nits converge…”</em><br><br>It was enough for Damian to turn his bike in the other direction. The map display on his HUD swivelled, placing the Bank of Gotham firmly in his rear-view. He didn’t want to talk to the Batman, not yet. And if he was out on the streets, then he knew Alfred was most certainly at home. The trip to Wayne Manor wasn’t a long one, not using the unpopulated side-roads. It would have been even quicker had he not first stopped off at the Glasshouse and found it all but deserted. In what felt like too brief a span, Damian was staring down the towering, wrought-iron gates of his Father's home. Briefly, the thought occurred to Damian that he could avoid the awkwardness of announcing himself by attempting to break in, but it had been five years; five years in which Bruce would likely have improved his security system beyond even what they’d used to be at the old place. Steeling his nerves, he buzzed on the intercom.<br>“Pennyworth?” he asked, sounding every bit the haughty, ill-mannered boy that had left half a decade ago. “I know you’re home. Let me… I mean… can I come in?”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 03:42:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (indirect), Alfred Pennyworth(indirect)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina had been on the prowl as usual, She never had to look far or hard for trouble it always seemed to find her, Tonight was no exception. She was in the midst of a small time heist, A personal collector in Gotham had recently came about a rare blue diamond and she was going to have it and there was no way of changing her mind, She slipped into the townhouse effortlessly with out a peep, She knew there was noone home she had cased the place and waited until she seen the man and his family leave before she entered. She took her time wandering about looking over some of his other valuables. Selina did not bother with any of the other works of art, jewels or other valuables, Nope she had her eyes set on one item and one item only that blue diamond. She managed to find the man's office and the not so well hidden safe behind the portrait of him behind the desk. Then with ease she was in the safe, She reached in and grabbed the precious gem, When she did.. something happened something odd, something she could not explain. There was a brief lapse in time, a weird feeling that came over her then things were back to normal, or were they? She rubbed her eyes and shook her head trying to collect herself, She was in the same place as before that strange feeling overcame her, but now it was different, the building was now dilapidated and run down as if it hadn't been lived in for years.. This can't be right can it? The diamond! Where was her large blue diamond? It too was now gone.<br><br>Selina took another trip through the building, yup it was the same place... but how could this be? She finished her final run through before exiting and making her way back to the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. Gun shots in the distance, motorists yelling at one another, horns honking. Yup still Gotham.. But what happened back there in the house? why did she get the sudden odd feeling that washed over her? If anyone could answer this it was Bruce... He was smart and despite being so young and inexperienced <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Bruce from her original verse)</div></div> He still seemed pretty wise and knowledgeable! Selina would journey across the rooftops for as long as she could before hitting the low ground to continue the old fashioned way, walking on foot. Selina had forgotten how far of a walk it was to Wayne Manor as She usually ended up there by way of Alfred or Jim Gordon.. She would walk the remaining distance to Wayne Manor, From the sidewalk she examined the situation carefully. To knock on the door? or Sneak in through the window bruce always kept unlocked for some reason.. the choices... She made her way closer to the manor and around the side scaling up to the second story and slipping in through the window.<br><br>Once inside she smirked to herself. "Still as easy as ever! Bruce is lucky I don't come here to rob him blind when I visit!" She thought to herself beginning to mill through the Manor heading for the stair landing and proceeding to descend to the first floor. "Bruce? Alfred? Anyone here?" She asked out loud enough for her voice to carry through the large estate. Finally at the bottom of the stairs in the main entry way she'd yell out again. "Bruce?? Alfred??" She sighed and shook her head. "There has got to be someone here right? Bruce wouldn't go away and leave the place this easily accessible now would he? I thought he was smarter than that!" She continued to think to herself quietly moving into the kitchen and directly over to the cupboards opening the one where Bruce generally kept the snacks! Grabbing herself whatever sort of sugary deliciousness she could find before closing the cupboard back and shoving the food into her mouth. Then after swallowing part of the snack food still in her mouth. "Bruce! Alfred! Anyone?" She yelled out a loud gulp from the last of the food being swallowed followed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 10:55:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor - Bat Cave<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as shown<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Alfred was indeed at home. In the bat cave, to be precise, surrounded by control panels and TV-screens. The screen in front of him displayed a map of Gotham City, where a fast-moving blue dot indicated the bat mobile’s location. “Noted, Sir,” he replied, his British accent unmistakable. “And, I am glad to hear it, Master Bruce, if I may be so bold.” As he spoke his attention was drawn to another screen, showing the Wayne Manor exterior.<br><br>A motorcycle had approached the gates, which was unusual enough on its own but there was something about the driver that made him lean forward. His heart beat faster, and he tapped the zoom function on his control panel. <br><br><em>Could it be?</em><br><br>“Pennyworth?” came the young man’s haughty voice over the intercom, answering <em>that</em> question. No one else called him that, but Damian had persisted despite his polite offer to use the same form of address as everyone else. He had understood, though, or thought he had. Underneath the arrogance and haughty demeanour had been a young man, very much out of his element, who had struggled to retain his status as someone special. Alfred had accepted the name, trusting there would come a time when Damian would realize he needed neither antics nor arrogance to secure a place in his heart. He’d had that, the moment Master Bruce had brought him home. Not that Alfred had said it. He never thought words would’ve done much good, nor would he presume. He’d been there, though, whenever Damian had needed someone. Just as he’d been there when Master Bruce had found the locator his son had left behind. <br><br>His throat felt too tight for words, and he swallowed as he tracked the blue dot moving through Gotham City. It wouldn't be much longer before Bruce Wayne would come home, and he didn't know of an easy way to break the news. The silence between them had lingered too long already, and Alfred suspected it had not gone unnoticed. When he spoke, his voice was formal, an indication that Alfred was not certain how his next words would be received. “Also, Sir, it appears that young Master Damian has come home.” He shut down the microphone and peered at the young man waiting outside the gates.<br><br>His finger hovered over the button that would activate the intercom when yet another voice, female this time, called over the speakers: “Bruce? Alfred? Anyone here?” His gaze snapped to a screen to his left where the security cameras had honed in on the landing where a young woman had begun descending the stairs. He froze and stared, feeling as if time had rolled backward. How long had it been since he’d heard that voice? Fifteen years? Twenty? <em>Impossible</em> he thought, watching the young woman reach the bottom of the stairs. <em>It can’t be her.</em> <br><br>“I know you’re home. Let me… I mean… can I come in?” came Damian’s voice again, and Alfred pressed his finger down, without taking his eyes off the screen showing Selina’s progress through the manor. “Master Damian, welcome home,” he said, sounding as if the young man’s sudden appearance had been the most normal thing that had happened all day. “Would you mind taking care of the screaming wench in the kitchen while I put the kettle on? Master Bruce should return any moment.<br><br>“Oh, and do try not to break anything, please, Sir,” he added, opening the gates without much hope he would be heard.<br><br>The few seconds it had taken him to welcome Damian home, had been enough for the female to discover the cherry and sour cream filled donuts he’d kept in the cupboard. The last of the donuts disappeared into her mouth while he watched, and Alfred couldn't help but notice that the thief shared more than just her appearance with Master&nbsp; Bruce’s ex-girlfriend; the ravenous appetite for sweets reminded him so much of the Selina he had once known that his gaze flitted to the time stamp at the bottom of the screen. May 1st, 2019. Check.<br><br>"Bruce! Alfred! Anyone?" Even her voice was the same. As was her impatience.<br><br><em>Right here,</em> he thought, shutting down the control panel as he stood and headed towards the entrance. <em>I am right here, Miss Kyle, or whoever you are.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 11:46:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/35/87/783587896ff4ea9e8a3a146fb8f5c5e4.jpg) </div><br><hr><strong>Character name:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 1st of May, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robert Kane Memorial Bridge<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>civilian attire<br><strong>Tagged: </strong><span class="bbc_u">Open post</span><br><strong>Warning: </strong>none<br><hr><br>Arthur was walking over the Robert Kane Memorial bridge. He was holding in his hand a bottle within a kraft paper bag, concealing the brand, but leaving no doubt about what it contained.<br>The sun had declined hours ago and cars lighting were passing on his side, crossing the bridge at high speed, offering for a few seconds the sight of a tall, large man, with long hair cascading on his shoulders, a beard, and a long coat. <br><br>Arthur was definitely intimidating and in this kind of setting, no one would dare bothering such a figure walking in the night.<br><br>Arthur Curry stopped halfway. He turned around and observed the silhouette hanging at other side of the bridge. <br>He sighed and crossed the lines of vehicles speeding towards Gotham. He walked quickly to avoid causing any perturbation of the traffic and reached the opposite sidewalk. He took a few more steps and approached the young woman.<br><br><strong>"A bridge is not a high place..."</strong> he said.<br><br>He met her eyes. She was hanging there, ready to jump. He did not know her, and she did not recognize him. She startled after he spoke, almost falling in the deep water beneath the bridge. Her raven long hair blew around her face, as she maintained her position. <br>She did not answer, and her eyes focused once again on the water beneath.<br><br>Arthur leaned and observed the same dark waters. A million of photo flashes were dancing from the water below, due to the car lights passing above.<br>He opened the bottle and took a sip of alcohol. He placed his elbows on the edge of the bridge and nodded. He told her:<br><br><strong>“At dawn, they’ll find your corpse in the mist. There will be the roar of traffic and the crack of police radios. And when they’ll ask your name, or if you would please explain... you’ll say nothing.”</strong><br><br>“Shut the Fuck Off !” the young woman screamed.<br>“I have to do it...I can’t stand this anymore..” she whimpered.<br><br><strong>“Alright.”</strong> Arthur replied, moving his head on one side. <br><br>The young woman started to tremble and tears rolled down her cheeks.<br>She was barely 18 years old.<br><br>The king of Atlantis, turned around and allowed his back to rest on the edge of the bridge. That is when he noticed the blue marks on the side of her neck. Strangulation. He drank of his bottle again, observing the cars and trucks passing.<br><br>“Go away !” She screamed loudly.<br><br><strong>“When my bottle is empty.”</strong> Arthur replied.<br><br>“Oh no…” the young woman said, her look focusing on a car that was slowing down and finally stopped, blocking one line of circulation on the bridge.<br>An older man emerged from the car, running towards Arthur and her, holding a baseball bat in one hand.<br><br>“What the hell do you think you’re doing.” He yelled at her. <br>“Next time you think of something like this, turn your cell phone off, you stupid bitch ! I can track it down with this app…”<br><br><strong>“Sir.”</strong> Arthur interrupted, one hand up, palm offered to him.<br><br>“Fuck off !” The older man replied. “She’s my daughter, and she’s coming back with me...”<br><br>Already, Arthur had noticed the size of this father’s hands, matching the marks on the young woman’s neck.<br><br>“He’s beating me up….and I don’t want to live this anymore…”, the young woman said, her voice trembling.<br><br>“Move away you fucking hobo…” <br>The baseball bat was lifted up in the air as a threat.<br><br>Arthur frowned, and placed his bottle on the ground. <br><strong>“Call Gotham City Police…”</strong> he said, ignoring if the young woman was going to do it or not.<br><br>Arthur marched on the older man, who tried to hit him with the baseball bat. The King of Atlantis intercepted the weapon in mid-air and crushed it in his hand.<br><br><strong>“Oh boy, you are so screwed…”</strong> Arthur whispered.<br><br>&lt;nine minutes later&gt;<br>Arthur and the young woman were sitting on the sidewalk. He had shared with her the bottle but she barely drank from it. A Gotham City Police vehicle stopped behind the “father’s” car who was still stationed as before, on the bridge. <br><br><strong>“Testify. Tell your story. Find yourself a lawyer...”</strong> Arthur said.<br><br>“But I can’t afford a lawyer...and he is family.” She replied.<br><br><strong>“No, believe me, I know about family issues...this man stopped being your father the moment he hurt you this bad…” </strong>Arthur replied, indicating with his chin the side of her neck.<br>Inside the trunk of the car, the police was about to find the man who threatened them, with one hand broken.<br><strong>“And money...money won’t be an issue for finding a lawyer.”</strong> Arthur said, offering her several ancient Spanish galleons he took from one pocket of his coat. <br><br>The policemen were approaching and Arthur stood up, he kept his gaze on the young woman who was going to meet them, and then started walking away, entering Gotham City. He drank another sip from his bottle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 12:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn3.movieweb.com/i/article/O8CWEnCnDS62VHZtrKXShOWNFnNCv5/798:50/The-Batman-Details-Young-Bruce-Wayne-Ben-Affleck.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Manor Batcave<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Batsuit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hearing Alfred’s words made his lips purse. Why was praise such a weird thing for him? It wasn’t like he TRIED to have this strong a reaction of… dislike. The act of being praised, specifically by his father figure made him want to hide simply put. He was 43 years old and all he wanted to do was hide. He shook his head, snorting at his own foolish feelings. If Damian saw him like this, hell if DICK saw him like this he would have been highly amused. All the things he’d fought and the feats he accomplished. <br><br>The hardest part was letting someone in.<br><br>The lights of Gotham City whipped by. It was time to go home and the autopilot would take him there without any guidance or action on his part. His shoulder ached, an old injury from a fight with the Joker that he never properly recovered from. His hand slid to one of the compartments in the car the RFID chip unlocking for him. A med pack was waiting that he opened and fished four pill out. He popped them one by one into his mouth chewing as the batmobile raced out of the city limits. <br><br>The high-grade medicine hit his blood stream and he sighed. The ache dissipated as did the other various pains going on inside of his system. You could only be used as a punching bag for so long. Eventually your body would catch up and protest. His body wasn’t so much protesting, it was dying and trying to make every second hell for him. Addiction, he was flirting with it but the drugs kept him going. He couldn’t stop, not when the mission wasn’t done. <br><br>The car roared it’s turbines shooting twin gulfs of fire as he reached the ramp leading to the lake. The whole car jostled as it hit the ramp sending him catapulting up as the lake’s doors opened and water fell through. Technically he could have used the manor entrance… but he wasn’t quite ready to move in yet. Instead he gave the master bedroom to Dinah to use until he was ready. <br><br>The batmobile hit the ramp and he went through the tunnel system. Instead of turning to the lake house he was living in however he twisted the wheel to the right and rode through to the bat cave under the manor.<br><br>“Alfred.” Bruce called as the bike burst out of the tunnels and came to a stop in the Manor Bat Cave. The manor bat cave was built with the Justice League in mind. During the renovations he made sure to include a prep area for everyone, a armory that had room to spare. "Where are you? Don't tell me our new guests are already acting up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 12:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (indirect), Alfred Pennyworth(indirect)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Selina sighed and rolled her shoulders in a slight shrug and sigh pushed past her lips. She made her way into the sitting room like she owned the place. Once there Selina raised her arms and fell back into the sofa tucking her arms in behind her head as a makeshift pillow. pulling her legs up bent at the knee crossing one over the other, Her foot swaying Rhythmically to a song in her head humming softly to herself a few moments as she relaxed. Finally she spoke again. "Come on Bruce! Alfred! I know you two are hiding somewhere! Come out Come out! Last chance or I'm going to raid the pantry again! I'll eat everything sweet in the Manor!" She said with a giggle. She glanced around casually her foot still swaying to whatever she had playing in her head. "Damn it! I'm too old to be playing hide and seek! About fourteen years too old!" She sighed jumping up quickly hearing the engine sound from outside and moved over to the Window taking a peek out to see who had arrived. She let out a heavy sigh realizing it wasn't Bruce.&nbsp; Now that she was up she searched around until she found the Television remote control clicking the power button once the T.V. was on she flipped through the channels stopping it on one of the music stations. She would then crank the volume up, clearly anyone outside the manor in close proximity could hear the music bellowing out through the open window. <br><br><br>Selina placed the remote back down on the arm of the couch and began pacing about in the sitting room, giving her hips a little shake periodically in sync with the music she had playing finally giving in and dancing casually as the music continued playing in the background.&nbsp; "Maybe I should order Pizza! It's not nice to show up someplace unannounced and empty handed!" She thought to herself then that thought was quickly pushed from her mind as she then thought "Alfred and Bruce should be used to me showing up unannounced and empty handed! But hey atleast I didn't show up injured this time! or on the run persay!" Then an audible giggle escaped her lips. Dancing around playfully and carefree continuing as if she was home, her own home. "I really need to have Bruce's decorator come spruce up my place!" She said softly with a chuckle. Several minutes had passed and Selina grew antsy clicking the power button powering off the Television once more and wandered back out into the main entry way of the manor once more looking around casually. "Can't believe I used to stay here frequently, But I guess it's not as hard to believe as saying My first kiss was from a clone of Bruce Wayne!" She said in a soft barely audible voice.<br><br><br>Pacing back and forth now in the entry way, Selina is alot of things but patient wasn't one of them! She grew anxious and bored with her lonely wait. Moving through the manor corridor by corridor examining the place inch by inch. "A girl could really get used to a fancy place like this! But that's reserved for the dreamers!" She thought silently.&nbsp; Moving over her eyes meeting the large family portrait of Thomas, Martha and Young Bruce, She stared hard at it. "Maybe things would have been different if I wouldn't have acted so selfishly? Hell Maybe I could have stopped it... or at the very least called for help.. given them a fighting chance.. I don't know if Bruce can ever forgive me if he knew I really was there that night... that I watched his parents murdered and didn't lift a finger to do anything... But.. I was just a child... Surely he'd understand?" She thought out loud, but in a gentle tone. "I wish there was a way to make up for it..." She continued. Having now gotten herself feeling a bit down from her solitary reminiscing.&nbsp; "If only there was a way to fix things... maybe there will be... one day." She thought sighing before moving over to take a seat on the stairs trying to be a bit more patient regardless of how hard that was for her to do!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NihilXIII</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 14:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zqjm9YC.jpg)</div> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Character Name: Damian Wayne<br>Date/Time: Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br>Location: Wayne Manor, Gotham City<br>Wearing: Black civilian clothing (nondescript hooded jacket, scarf, cotton pants, sneakers)<br>Tagged: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle<br>Warnings: None<br><br>Once the words were out, Damian felt his heart trying to escape his chest. He knew he’d be back one day, right from the moment he’d left, but now that he was here…<br><em>No</em>, he scolded himself. <em>You don’t have time for that shit. You’re home. They can deal with it, and so can you.</em><br>He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair, which had grown out in recent months and was now brushing the base of his neck. Undoubtedly, Alfred would disapprove, and would have him shorn in no time at all. The thought brought the briefest of smiles, which faded as he was left standing in silence.<br><em>C’mon, I know you’re in there</em>, Damian silently urged the intercom.<br><br><em>“Master Damian, welcome home,”</em> the intercom - Alfred - broke the night silence, and it was a welcome noise. Damian felt something flooding in; relief, regret, a plethora of emotions that he didn’t want or need to deal with. Regardless, he felt his mouth opening, and unnatural words of apology catching in his throat, but before they could escape, Alfred continued in his signature blase manner.<br><em>“Would you mind taking care of the screaming wench in the kitchen while I put the kettle on?”</em> Alfred asked, and Damian’s eyes narrowed. An intruder? Was something happening that Alfred couldn’t take care of? <em>“Master Bruce should return any moment. Oh, and, do try not to break anything please, sir,”</em> Alfred implored, as the gates swung open, granting him access.<br>“Can’t promise anything,” Damian muttered to himself when the intercom fell silent, and, putting the Redwing onto stealth running, he glided along the driveway and pulled up outside the front entrance.<br><br>A few minutes later, Damian was around the back of the building. His hood was raised, his scarf pulled over his mouth, and on his back was his sheathed sword. Without making a sound, he vaulted onto the window ledge, and into the kitchens, in a single, fluid motion, which ended with a roll that took him beneath the dining table.<br>His ears told him, before his eyes did, that the intruder had moved on. Music, muffled through the walls but still considerably loud, flooded the Manor, and Damian discerned that it was coming from the sitting room. Considering that the music may be a trap to lure the occupants in, Damian decided against the direct approach. Rather than take the stairs, he slipped into the shadow of the grand staircase itself, and vaulted with silent grace from the awning of the grandfather clock, to the balcony of the next floor, overlooking the entrance at the same moment the intruder made herself present. From on high, clinging to the balcony, Damian watched, confident that he was blended with the darkness. It helped that the girl had apparently left on the light of the sitting room - with it, the shadows around him had only grown deeper.<br><br>He frowned; the intruder didn’t seem hostile. She spoke in a hushed voice to herself, and even with his acute auditory perception, Damian couldn’t make out much beyond staying here, and a first kiss. She looked to be in her twenties, from what he could make out; was she an ex-lover of Tim or Dick, perhaps?<br>When the girl - for her giggling curiosity put Damian in mind of someone who’s curiosity superceded the maturity of someone her age - continued deeper into the Manor, he swiftly followed, swinging from chandeliers to the rafters, each landing carefully placed so as not to disturb or shift any of the fixtures or furniture.<br>Now the intruder was talking to herself before a portrait of the Wayne family. His Grandparents, wraiths he’d never met, yet their spirits ever-present in the way he operated thanks to Bruce. And there was Bruce himself, albeit younger than even Damian had been when he’d first arrived in Gotham. He was unmistakably Damian’s father; they were by no means identical, but it was definitely there.<br><br>“If only there was a way to fix things,” the girl lamented. Now Damian was confused. What interest did she have in Thomas and Martha Wayne? “Maybe there will be, one day…”<br>When the girl made her way back to the stairs, Damian dropped to the ground in front of her. The only thing visible through his hood and scarf were his eyes, narrowed and intense, and in this light, incredibly like Bruce’s.<br>“Who are you girl, and what the <em>fuck</em> are you doing in my house?” he snapped, his hand gripping the hilt of his katana, though he hadn’t pulled the weapon… yet.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 22:39:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Damian direct, Alfred Indirect<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina was seemingly content for now despite her ever growing impatience. She sat there on the steps her eyes darting about idly as she continued her wait. She had a million and one thoughts all rushing through her mind. For a moment she almost had forgotten her Heist gone weird that happened prior to her showing up here. Selina wondered if perhaps maybe she had caught Wayne manor on one of it's rare nights noone was present. She was in the process of standing up to exit through the front door pacing again trying to decide for sure what she was doing moving back towards the stairs, Only to be surprised by Someone, Something... Another intruder? Well if he was here to rob the place good luck to him it wouldn't be an easy task in the slightest. "Whoa! Neat trick! I have a few of my own. Now... Your house? When did Bruce and Alfred move out?" She asked seemingly sarcastically She knew Bruce and Alfred never moved She was being a smart ass, but that still doesn't change the fact this guy called it his house. "It's a pretty snazy place right? I used to sneak in here all the time and surprise Bruce and Alfred when they'd come into the kitchen and I'd be raiding the fridge or cupboards!" She said with a nod of her head confidently. <br><br><br>Selina moved one hand to rest on her hip, coincidentally the hip where her whip was held. She positioned into a casual stance that could easily transition into one a bit more offensively or defensively depending on how the next few minutes transpired.&nbsp; "Bruce still trying to save the world one person at a time?" She asked with a lighthearted chuckle. She would examine him closely and carefully there was something familiar with him, was it in his presence? was it in his eyes? She wasn't quite sure what it was but it was there! "Well all this idle chit chat and I haven't even introduced myself!" She said with a nod of her head. "Selina Kyle!" She said with an almost feline like purr. She would begin to pace around him slowly getting a better feel for the situation. "That's a pretty nasty pig sticker on your back, Ought to be careful with sharp objects might put an eye out, most likely your&nbsp; own!" She said with a smirk as she continued to circle him like a predator would it's prey. "Alfred? Come out come out! There is company!" She purred. Processing things to the best of her ability before speaking again. "So if this is your house... Is Bruce taking in strays or something? Damn I thought I was the only stray cat Bruce brought into his home." Selina said with a grin which turned quickly into a giggle. <br><br><br>He did not seem hostile or threatening so for now Selina's hand simple rested on her whip readied just in case. "If you're done being my welcoming committee take me to Alfred! Immediately! I must talk to Bruce!" She said and there was a clear hint of urgency in her tone. "Once I have had a chance to speak with Bruce and Alfred... and you still want to dance... we'll do it outside.. I'd really hate to smash up the place.. Alfred already has enough on his plate cleaning up after Bruce!" She said with a snicker.&nbsp; "Or do I really have to show you why Cats are dangerous animals before I return to sitting on my ass over there on the steps to wait on them to come out from where ever they are hiding?" She said pointing towards the steps with her unoccupied hand as she mentioned returning to her seat. "I really don't want to hurt you... but... I will if I must so Please... Please just take me to Bruce and Alfred immediately!" She said rolling her eyes with a long drawn out sigh pushing past her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 14:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>There was, Zantanna decided, definitely something here that needed cultivating. She walked across the stage and looked around the old theater, too many years as a movie house had left the stage neglected and in need of attention. Not repair or rebuilding but a little TLC.&nbsp; She smiled as she pulled her father’s wand out and waved it around the stage. <br><br>&nbsp;“dexif dna deretnecer sthgil , gnuher sniatruc, dexawer dna dednas, deppirts roolF” &nbsp;She intoned and the years of dirt and grip literally vanished as the stage was stripped of its finish and the refinished, then a layer of wax appeared, the elegant black curtains that divided so many of her lights dropped silently into place, replacing the grey projection screen that has been there. The stage lighting came up and she smiled as the spotlight settled on her. <br><br>Where it belonged.&nbsp; <br><br>She waved the wand again, in a circular motion.<br><br>“latrop emoH” &nbsp;A portal to the old estate, Shadowcrest, opened and she stepped thru. Moving quickly, she brought several cartloads of gear thru setting them on the stage. Have to have stuff for the stage crew to work with tomorrow, she thought impishly as she closed the portal<br><br>”Hopefully, the wards I laid outside will discourage anyone doing any violence for a block or two.” she said as she sat on her steamer case of costumes. She knew what happened just outside the North fire exit and didn’t want it to happen again.&nbsp; ”what are you doing here Z?” she asked herself as her thoughts went to the past in this very theater, her father, herself and HIM.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NihilXIII</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 14:59:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zqjm9YC.jpg)</div> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Character Name: Damian Wayne<br>Date/Time: Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br>Location: Wayne Manor, Gotham City<br>Wearing: Black civilian clothing (nondescript hooded jacket, scarf, cotton pants, sneakers)<br>Tagged: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle<br>Warnings: None<br><br>With all of her incessant rambling, Damian almost missed the girl claiming to be Selina Kyle.<br><em>Impossible,</em> he thought to himself. <em>Selina Kyle is the same age as Father.</em><br>But after his initial thoughts, he realised that ‘impossible’ was a word with diminishing definition these days. Perhaps she’d taken a dip in a Lazarus Pit, or maybe some freak accident had de-aged her. There were a number of possibilities at play, but if this was some attempt to trick him into revealing his hand, he wasn’t going to bite. Yet.<br><br>“My name is Damian Wayne. If you’ve known Father since he was a child, which I very much doubt, then you’ll know I’m his son,” he snapped, haughtily. “And I’ve been training with this ‘pig sticker’ since I was a child, you don’t want to lose a hand.”<br><em>Which would be a fine penalty for the Catwoman trying to turn over Wayne Manor</em>, he mused to himself.<br>“You want Bruce and Alfred?” he growled, his voice still muffled slightly by his scarf. “Fine. Alfred’ll be in the kitchen,” he said cautiously, thumbing his blade ever-so-slightly out of his scabbard; if she were planning on making any stupid moves, it would have been right then. “And I’d make that the last time you make threats that you can’t follow up on, girl. Not in my house.”<br><br>He stood his ground firmly, and gestured toward the kitchens. If he was to be touring this stray kitten through the Manor, he'd do it on his own terms; with her in clear view, and a blade ready to be at her back if she did anything foolish.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 19:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (indirect), Alfred Pennyworth(indirect),&nbsp; Damian.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina's eyes were trained on the young man. Her gaze never leaving him it's better safe than sorry after all right? Selina was used to the men she dealt with being to save a few words, Jackasses so Damian's demeanor didn't quite bother her much and she enjoyed being under estimated it made her work so much easier. "Bruce has kids? That's news to me! Are you the product of a failed relationship from his 10 years he spent away from Gotham?" She asked curiously as it Was the only thing she could think of considering prior to Bruce's departure they were pretty much glued to each other, There was the ordeal with the court of owls.. the multiple encounters with the Valeska brothers. <br>Selina wasn't even considering the run ins her and Bruce had dealing with Nygma, Oswald... Hell Selina wasn't even factoring in the clone of Bruce they had to deal with... and he pushed her out a window and tried to kill her.. <br><br>Selina sighed softly her lips parting to speak once more. "Yes I'd really like to talk to Bruce and Alfred... there is something completely messed up happening... and if anything you said is true... it confirms something is not kosher.." She said with a nod of her head her lips curling up into a smile. "Damian, was it?" She asked with a smirk. "You should consider training with the whip. It has double the effective range as that blade there of yours!" She teased with a chuckle. "So Mister Wayne... Gosh that sounds so weird! If there is any doubt of my identity... if you had one of those fancy portable finger print scanners the cops like to use.. it would confirm my claims!" She said pulling her hand away from her whip as now it seems despite a little bit of an ass, she was in no immediate danger and being less tense might help lighten the mood a little. <br><br>"Barb is probably worried about me.. I haven't been back to the Siren's club... and if I'm not at work she knows I'm usually with Bruce... So If I don't show up back at the club, she'll end up here looking for me eventually." Selina said, with all this being true where she was from, she had no idea she wasn't in her Gotham any more, and the same could not really be said about the Barb of this Gotham. "I apologize in advance if you go looking for something sweet.. I might have already scarfed all the sugary treats down I got hungry and bored while I was waiting." She said with a giggle and pulling her cowl off an tucking it away safely and shaking her head to fix her hair now that it was free from it's prison in her cowl.&nbsp; "Does Bruce always leave that guest bedroom window unlocked? Or was that something he started doing specifically because of me? I mean I am sure a few broken locks in a place like Wayne Manor get pretty pricey!" she said with a snicker. "I have been sneaking in that same window since I was about 14! It feels like the first time every Time." She said with a nod and moving closer in a not hostile or threatening manner. She would attempt to hook her arm through one of his, If her attempt was successful she would then let him lead the grand tour back to the kitchen! If not well She would just take point and lead the both of them too the kitchen she's familiar with the manor she wouldn't get too lost! "So Damian... Do you enjoy Alfred's homemade pastries? They are absolutely to die for!" She said with a alluring feline-esque purr.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 20:53:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; heading from Bat Cave into the Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as shown<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“I am here, Sir.” Alfred stood at the entrance of the passage leading into Wayne Manor where he had awaited the other man’s arrival. His voice was calm, offering normalcy in a situation that was everything but normal. After five years, Damian Wayne had come home. <br><br>He would not be offended if Bruce dismissed him, wanting to face his son alone, but he had waited all the same; a neutral presence that might take the weight of their first meeting. And, then there was the other matter. The one he had yet to mention. <br><br>Bruce’s question gave him the opening he needed. “The guests are quite alright, Master Bruce,” he reassured. “The ones who were invited, at least.” He threw Batman a sidelong glance. “It appears, Sir, that Master Damian wasn’t the only one to grace us with their presence tonight.” <br><br>Alfred waited until Batman had become Bruce Wayne, and he resumed his story once the other man was ready to hear it. “A young lady climbed in through the upstairs window,” he continued, and although his features reflected none of his concerns, his voice had become pensive. “She bears a striking resemblance to the young Miss Selina Kyle,” he said, as they headed down the passage towards the secret entrance into Wayne Manor. “It was uncanny to see her traipsing through the mansion, Sir, acting as if she’d never been gone. Didn’t try to hide her presence either,” he added. “She was shouting our names and eating donuts last I saw her.”<br><br>He checked if the room on the other side of the door was empty before opening the passage. “I have taken the liberty to alert young Master Damian to the situation, Sir,” Alfred said, “which reminds me I’d better put the kettle on, and rescue the gooseberry pie cooling in the oven before Miss Kyle finds it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 03:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“Of all the places to meet a gal like you.” A voice floated out to her, a voice doing its best imitation of an old timey detective. A voice that had a slight British accent. “Of all the theaters in all the world you choose the one with the most potent destiny.” <br><br>There was a click and a naked bright red flame came up. It rose in a nimble hand literally conjured between two long pale fingers. A broad-shouldered man came into view, with a five-o clock shadow, a set of white teeth, and a cigarette dangling that was blood red. Blue intense eyes landed on her. <br><br>“Why I didn’t know you were wanting to put down roots.” Constantine said his signature trench coat flaring out of him as he moved toward the stage. The cigarette was lit, and every time he exhaled a different creature would form from the red smoke and dance around his head before dissipating. “Especially in such a potent magical place.” <br><br>He climbed the steps, the old wood creaking as he joined her. He looked around, taking in her modest renovations so far. A small smile played on his features taking it all in and imagining one of her shows playing out on them. “Not a bad spot.” He finally conceded as he turned to her. He cut quite a figure especially on the stage, for someone who stayed as far removed from such a place he certainly looked at home in a performance setting. His eyes were dancing, that mirth and cockiness that screamed I know something you don’t know. He was known to so many as the silver serpent, for that tongue of his that had been known to turn literal gods and demons over on their heads. A silver chain hung from his breast snaking down to what was no doubt a pocket watch in his suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 03:51:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Manor Batcave<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Batsuit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Alfred came in, the true master of appearing and disappearing out of thin air. Commissioner Gordon and the others always made cracks at him about it but for all Bruce’s training Alfred was the true master. He reminded him of the man in that Adam Sandler movie his father and him once watched. Bruce paused frowning as he tried to recall the name of the movie. <br><br>“Mr. Deeds.” He finally murmured snapping his fingers as he recalled the movie in question. There was a butler in that movie! A running joke where he’d appear and disappear out of thin air. Bruce made a small mental note to make Alfred watch it at one point. <br><br>Bruce practically came to a stop as he mentioned Selina, or A Selina and also his son Damian in one quick curt answer. When he’d talked about the others, he was referring to the Justice League members and not these…. Uninvited guests. His son was back? That was pretty shocking even in and of itself. He and Damian hadn’t spoken in months, hell it might have been a year. He followed his antics, his attacks on cartel and his help to the league of assassins. He wasn’t sure what to make of any of it so he’d kept his opinions to himself and simply made sure his son wasn’t in any danger he couldn’t get out of on his own. <br><br>“A younger Selina eh?” Bruce murmured watching as Alfred moved forward. Bruce was already out of costume, a simple pair of slacks, boat shoes, a white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a vest completing his outfit. “We’ve suspected there were other universes for sometime now… I’m more curious to know what brought here here… and if we need to worry about something coming for us.” <br><br>Bruce was pragmatic, much as he enjoyed the idea of Selina Kyle being back he worried what it meant.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were so many threats nowadays not just to his city but to his world. He was aggressively funding the league, and also looking for others that might be eligible to join their ranks. <br><br>“Well it’s going to be an interesting night.” Bruce said as the paneled wall in the foyer entrance slid back. He turned to Alfred. “Tell me Alfred, who would you deal with first? Your younger time displaced Ex? Or would you deal with your wayward son who’s been helping the league of assassins?” He said it all casually like he was simply asking Alfred what daily chore he would do first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 04:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“You are pretty bold coming back John.” She said as she walked up to him, her knee rising up to meet his groin before her smile dropped. ”You really think I forgot what you put the Hunter kid thru? You showed him the world of magic and left him and his dad hanging in the with no help. They put a curse on his father, he lit up like a Roman candle.” <br><br>She walked across the stage to pick up her weapons, her wand and top hat.<br><br>”Tell me why I don’t send you to the Croyton dump? You know the one with the trolls?” she was livid. ”Hunter is the greatest potential magician of our age, and you and your ‘Trench coat brigade’ left him without even a mentor! Do you want a redo of the sinking of Atlantis?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 10:18:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor - Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as shown<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne (mentioned: Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr>Alfred had not considered the possibility of an alternative universe, but once the option was on the table, he thought that Master Bruce most likely had the right of it. It explained the young woman’s odd behaviour as well as her familiarity with the manor. <br><br>He remembered the evenings when they had talked about the possibility of there being more than one universe. Lucius had been there, adding his sharp intellect to theirs, and they had talked until the night had become morning. Those had been, Alfred reflected, good times. Quiet, peaceful times. To see their suspicions confirmed, however, seemed to herald an end to the quiet. He thought he would have been excited to see proof after all their theorizing,&nbsp; but he had a fleeting impression of a shadow approaching, and all he felt was caution.<br><br>“I suspect we shall find out, Sir,” Alfred replied and added drily, “considering the volume of her voice, the young lady appears quite determined to share her reasons with us.” <em>Whether we’re interested in hearing them or not.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>When Bruce turned to him, Alfred stopped and gave him his full attention as he listened. An interesting night? That was putting it mildly, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a faint amusement that vanished when Bruce spoke again. “Tell me Alfred, who would you deal with first? Your younger time displaced Ex? Or would you deal with your wayward son who’s been helping the league of assassins?” The question caught him off guard and Alfred fought to keep his expression neutral, regarding the other man thoughtfully. There was so much that could be said, that nothing felt right, and although his heart rejected the words ‘wayward son’, he could not deny that Damian’s actions justified them. It was hearing Bruce say them that hurt, and his heart ached for father and son. <br><br>“What I’d do, Sir?” he echoed, keeping his tone light but firm. “I’d make us all a cuppa tea, Master Bruce, and then we’d sit down as a family, to hear what miss Kyle has to say.” Alfred’s gaze searched the other man’s expression as he waited for a response. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NihilXIII</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 14:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7hVFVMt.jpg)</div> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Character Name: Damian Wayne<br>Date/Time: Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br>Location: Wayne Manor, Gotham City<br>Wearing: Black civilian clothing (nondescript hooded jacket, scarf, cotton pants, sneakers)<br>Tagged: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle<br>Warnings: None<br><br>Damian was growing dizzied by the rate at which the questions kept coming, almost as much as the stories and information that made zero sense. When 'Selina' moved her hand from her whip, he decided to relent and show her the same courtesy by relinquishing his grip on his sword. It didn't make him comfortable to do so, but he was beginning to suspect that this girl believed the things she was saying, even if it didn't make any sense to him.<br>"Bruce had <em>a</em> kid," he corrected her, tersely. "And I can't say I've ever asked under what circumstances it happened. Some things you just accept. And I'm not a kid," he corrected, with indignation that sounded very much like a child and not the adult he purported to be.<br><br>As they headed toward the kitchens, he vehemently refused to allow her to slip an arm through his. It wasn't a personal thing; he just didn't like anyone getting that close. She might see it as playful affection, but all he saw was the impediment to one of his sword arms should he need to draw it.<br>"I don't know anything about any Sirens club, and I'm almost certain this 'Barb' isn't the same one I'm thinking of," he muttered to her. If she was going to cling to this truth of hers, he may as well try to riddle it out with her. "I haven't been here for a while. Five years, more or less. Is the club new?" he asked.<br><br>He very nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the kitchen door came into view. He had a wealth of problems on his mind already, and the girl wasn't doing anything to alleviate them. He was beginning to wonder if returning was the best idea; he'd forgotten how to live in the real world, have real conversations with real people. For the past five years, everything had been focused on training and fighting, whether it be acquiescing to the League's wishes to remove unsavoury targets, or covertly battling the League from the inside. Now that he thought about it, he was just exhausted by the charade.<br>He reached up and pulled back his hood, then lowered his scarf. He shared some vague similarities with Bruce, but he was by no means his double. Dark hair, currently worn long and loose, and piercing eyes, though they were green where his Fathers' were blue. His angular features definitely came from his Mother, and a life spent lurking in darkness and shadows had given him something of a pallid complexion. No doubt a sudden thrust into the public eye, as was bound to happen now, would alter that.<br>"Look, I can't answer your questions," he said to Selina solemnly. "Nothing of what you're saying makes any sense. Let's just wait for Bruce... for <em>Father</em> and Alfred? Help yourself to whatever junk food you want, I'm sure they can afford more."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 18:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Damian, (Mentions: Bruce, Alfred)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina sighed and chuckled softly. "Bruce had a kid? and you're that kid? Aren't you a bit old to be the son of a 28 year old bachelor?" Selina asked with a look of confusion on her features. Was this guy telling her the truth? or was it some elaborate guise? If he was telling the truth.. then what exactly is going on here... Bruce, Alfred, One of them would have to have some information to offer, or at the very least have at least a personal theory as to what the hell was going on... right? "You've never heard of the Siren's club? it's only the most happening club the Narrows was ever home to!" She said with a smile. She rolled her shoulders in a slight shrug. "As for Barb, You know Commissioner Gordon right? Well He just became the commissioner.. He more than deserved it... anyway.. Barb is his ex.. She is the owner of the Siren's club!" She said offering a nod. <br><br><br>"New heck no! The Siren's Club's been around since I was Oh 14 or 15! It was something different though before Barb took over. And was owned by a total boob." Selina said with a chuckle. She gave another swift shrug of her shoulders and moved to the fridge and opened it She would rummage through it looking for something to eat.. She Perked up, "Milk!" she said getting the milk container out and then grabbing anything sweet she could find that would go well with the glass of milk she was planning to have! She'd find a snack and pour a glass of milk and return the milk container and clean her mess up before moving to have a seat. "You want a glass? Or how about a sandwich? I'm only offering this one time cause you seem to need something to eat.. Hunger usually makes people cranky!" She teased with a playful purr as she made herself at home in the kitchen once more.<br><br><br>"Speaking of Alfred and Bruce, When should we be expecting them? I have alto of questions and zero answers!" She admitted. She truly was confused as well as a bit in shock with the new Intel she has learned from the one Professing to be the Son of her recent Ex/Best friend. "So I mean.. You and Bruce do sort of have the same fashion sense! I could see you two being related." She said with a nod. Taking a moment to ponder then chiming back in. "So, If you're Bruce's son, Who's the lucky mother?" She asked curiously taking a bite of her food and washing it down with her milk her eyes still trained studiously on the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>07-05-2019, 19:32:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Manor Batcave<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Lounge Clothes<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth, Cyborg (NPC)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Bruce’s smile back to his surrogate father was pure and amazingly normal given who he was. His twilight years, they’d changed him more than he realized sometimes. The younger Bruce would have demanded they all leave, or kept them contained until he figured out who they really were and what he should do to them. The old Bruce would have no doubt refused to let the fact that one of these people looked like his dead ex-girlfriend effect his reasoning. The old Bruce also wouldn’t have spared one thought to Damian who’d broken his firmest code without a second thought.<br><br>The Old Bruce was an idiot. <br><br>He understood now, he understood the simple truth. Life wan’t worth living without people in your life, and the life he led specifically needed allies to help face these modern threats. Already there was a degree of calculation in his mind. Were these two potential recruits? Could his errant son be brought to heel? <br><br>“A Cuppa it is.” Bruce said to Alfred. Alfred’s advice in his opinion was second only to his fathers. Unfortunately, his father hadn’t given him any advice about this particular situation. “Go ahead and get the tea going. Tell our guests I’ll meet them in the dining hall. Damian knows where it is even if it was crumbling ruins the last time he saw it.”<br><br>He moved leaving Alfred to rouse his guests as he went into the new League Meeting room. Instead of the usual high class dining room of the rich and the famous, they’d converted the room into a high tech bunker type room that could close off from the rest of the house. With the push of a button heavy blasts doors could seal all the windows and entrances in an out. The room could be sealed, to prevent audio devices and listening devices from recording. In the middle of the room was the round table with a seat for every leaguer currently recruited and room to grow. <br><br>“Ah Victor,” Bruce said seeing Cyborg working on the guts of the room. Sparks flew from a torch his hand had morphed into. Hearing Bruce come in Cyborg rose and his hand shifted back as he faced him. <br><br>“Bruce,” Victor Stone said nodding his head. “Was there a meeting tonight?” <br><br>“No.” Bruce confirmed. “I’ve had uninvited guests and I’m seeing them in here.” <br><br>“In the league room?”<br><br>“There the uh… special kind of guests.” Bruce said pulling his chair out and easing into it. “Alfred always makes an extra cup of tea just in case. So you’re more than welcome to stay.” <br><br>“I’ll be doing repairs then.” Cyborg said more or less going back to his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>07-05-2019, 19:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Whatever knee to the groin she sent at him was deflected. Her words falling on death ears as Constantine rose one eyebrow. He let her finish, even let her get her weapons as he kept his rebuttals to himself. Meanwhile all the doors leading into the theater slammed shut glowing with mystical energy as they sealed. The kind of talking they were about to do, the events they were about to discuss didn’t need to be spilled out to the world.&nbsp; Once she finished he shook his head at her. <br><br>“Spoilers.” He said simply as he pulled out his watch. <br><br>“Whatever your talking about,” He told her double checking the time before snapping it shut and tucking it back into his pocket. “Whatever you think I did hasn’t happened yet. I’m not sure if your in the business of kneeing people or attempted kneeing of people’s crotch before fact checking but I’m not your Constantine. Well I’m not of this current time, I’ve been with the Legend, Rip’s little merry band of misfits.”<br><br>He blew out, this time a snake twisting up around his head before morphing into a dragon and letting lose a mini burst of flames. “I came back well came forward when I caught a bloody powerful magical event. This timeframe seems to be without magical protection. I can’t recall if the Justice League Dark’s been created or not yet. Either way whatever the path of the time line is this event has played our hands. Given your one of the founding members of the dark, or your going to be I need your help.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-05-2019, 20:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“No more lying John..l. Zantanna growled as she looked at him, fury showing as she gestured at John. This was classic Constantine, never accept any blame coming or going.&nbsp; ”Run it by me again. What do you want?”<br><br>Justice League Dark? What the Hell was that? She rolled her eyes. <br><br><br>“Why do you want ? John?” She asked as she came down to the nuts and bolts, John only showed up when he needed a favor. “You a request fro me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 19:38:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“I told you already,” Constantine said in a huff. His head swept up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Listen luv! we can glare daggers at each other over a drink in the lounges of hell, we can have a good old fashion magical battle some other time. For now I need you help. There’s a threat that has came to this planet from another dimension and I aim to summon it and figure out what it wants.” <br><br>He paused letting that hang in the air before looking around the theater. <br><br>“Probably not here though, “ Constantine remarked his eyes settling back on her. “I don’t want to ruin your new place and all.”<br><br>“Lucky for me the House Of Mysteries recognizes its owner no matter what.” Constantine said fishing out his key and holding it up. “So you can join me if you want, or I can go knocking on some other doors. What’s it going to be Z?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 20:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“Fine. I'll look at what you have. I know you'd work with anyone if you have to and I don't want you dealing with some of the folks who fit your needs." &nbsp;Zatanna growled as she pointed her wand towards a prop door. "Might as well set up there then..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 04:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“With a ringing endorsement like that.” He said shaking his head and moving towards the trap door.&nbsp; “We really need to work on your charming personality if your going to charm people on the stage.” <br><br>He slid the key into the lock of the trap door and pulled it open. The key magically fit any keyhole and when he turned it to the left there was an audible CLICK. He wrestled it open checking it for a second before jumping down into the trap door. <br><br>Instead of the underground world of the Monarch Theater his shiny shoes hit the plush carpet. Right away the stone fireplace lit up and roared to life as the fire crackled. He snapped his fingers bathing the room in candle lights as he turned and offered his hands to her. “Care for some help getting in luv?” He asked her his eyes dancing with fire and mischief. <br><br>The room of the House Of Mystery changed the second her heels hit the rug. The furniture all moved sliding back against the wall before sinking into it entirely. The fireplace and the candles remained floating now as he moved to grab his supplies for the summoning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 19:48:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“I’m not as skilled with assholes one on one. I think that comes from prior exposure. So, you got the ritual you need but you need a real mage to help out right?” she gestured and whispered as she looked over the floor that the house was providing as she imagined the circle she’d need<br><br>Slowly the basics of summoning circle etched itself on the floor, waiting for John to add the details needed for the specific calling he wanted 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 07:42:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“You know I don’t recall you being this sassy,” He grumbled shaking his head from left to right. Constantine watched her continue to move around the room as she prepared. The little dig about him not being a “true” magician could have hit below the belt, if he let it. In truth he’d long accepted that he was a mage just a different one than the norm. Sometimes he thought he might have had a better friend in Loki or some other trickster from another universe. His eyes landed on her ass for a second admiring it before he cleared his throat. <br><br>“I can finish it.” He confirmed reaching into his magical trench coat of goodies. That threadbare piece of clothing had more magical charms, enhancements, and talisman than most places of power! One by one he pulled out the talismans he needed. With a flick of his hand he sent them where they needed to go in the ritual circle. <br><br>“Well in for a penny in for a pound.” He said pushing his trench coat off and throwing it. Instead of landing on the floor it went away with a CRACK and reappeared on the coat hanger on the other side of the room. “Ready whenever you are.” He called out to her as he moved out of the circle. He angled his body to the left bringing his right hand up with his fingers splayed. His rings began to spark one by one crackling with magical energy as the circle began to glow cherry red with energy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 23:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/slkDwct.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Barry Allen/The Flash<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs/Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flash Costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><strong>STAR Labs - Central City</strong><br>"Dude that was awesome!" Cisco said as he and Barry stepped through his breach back into the cortex, having just finished battling the Weather Wizard, said meta being taken down after being struck by her own bolt of lightning. <br><br>"It was pretty cool, we didn't even have to do much, was a nice change." Barry replied as he took a seat in front of the main computer and pulled his phone out about to make a call.<br><br>"Barry what are you still doing here?" The voice of Caitlin Snow said as the she entered the Cortex behind them, having heard her two friends return.<br><br>"About to order a pizza?" Barry answered with a confused tone in his voice.<br><br>"You're meant to be in Gotham." the genius doctor replied and rolled her eyes at the confused look on her friend's face. "The Justice League thing remember?"<br><br>Barry chuckled and waved her off "Oh that's not until the 1st of May."<br><br>"It <em>is</em> the 1st of May, Barry." Caitlin countered, watching as the Fastest Man alive's eyes widened in shock as he checked the date on his phone.<br><br>"Oh crap!" Barry cursed "Gotta go!" He added before disappearing in a streak of red and yellow lightning. <br><br>"Don't worry man, we'll hold down the fort!" Cisco called out before shaking his head "He can't hear me." <br><br><strong>xxxxxxxxxxxxx</strong><br><br><strong>Gotham City</strong><br><br>A trail of red and yellow streaked it's way across the dark streets of Gotham as Barry ran through it, only to come to a sliding stop outside a pizza place, even hungry he'd still managed to make the several hundred mile journey in well almost a flash so he wasn't running too late this time, but after fighting and running for as long as he had, he definitely needed a pick me up. <br><br>Before he could make his way inside for some tasty food however, an alarm starting ringing from down the street. "Oh come on!" He sighed before shaking his head and taking off again, only to arrive outside the source of the alarm, the Gotham City Bank. Shaking his head Barry made his way inside quietly, already hearing chatter from the thieves as they sprouted the usual nonsense about how they were going to be as rich as Bruce Wayne, which almost made him chuckle. How any criminal thought they would actually get away with anything with the Batman lurking in the shadows amazed him...then again criminals back home still thought they could get away with it too and they had to deal with him, who unlike the Bat could run faster than literally anything else on this planet so maybe he shouldn't be so surprised.<br><br>"Hey fella's, look I'm late for a thing and I'm very hungry so how about you just put that money back where you found it, let me tie you up and we skip the whole shooting, punching and kicking thing huh? What do you say?" Flash asked as he leaned casually against the wall.<br><br>"Flash!" One of the robbers said before aiming his shotgun and the Speedster.<br><br>"Awe you recognise me? I'm touched." Flash replied before frowning and point at him "Does that mean we're not going to skip the fighting part?" He asked only to receive a hail of buckshot fired at him in response. Tapping into his speed, Barry watched as the whole world slowed around him "Guess that's a no." He muttered as he started moving across the bank towards the first thief, casually making sure to pick up each pellet of buckshot as he passed and dropping them harmlessly to the ground. Reaching the first thief, he took the shotgun out of his hands and placed it on the counter, before giving the man a push and moving on to the next man, giving him a quick punch and taking his gun as well before making his way into the back and towards the vault, seeing the third and forth thieves who were still inside and hit them both in the head before dragging them out and into the main area of the bank.<br><br>Moving back to his original position, he stopped moving and couldn't help but smile as time caught up to him again, watching as the first guy flew several feet back and crashed into the wall, knocking him out, the second thief's head snapping to the side, reacting to what now looked like an invisible punch while the last two simply collapsed where they stood. "That never get's old." the hero chuckled, hearing sirens approaching. With a streak of lightning, Flash vanished from the bank only for Barry Allen to appear from an alleyway several hundred paces away opposite the Pizza joint. <br><br>Making his way inside he ordered 6 extra large Cheese and Tomato pizza's and four extra large Coke's to go and while it was great that the pizza's were going to be fresh and warm, it also meant he had to wait for them to be done and if there was one thing a Speedster hated more than anything it was having to slow down, even more so if said Speedster was already running late and you could double that if the person expecting you was a cranky middle aged dude who spent his nights dressed as a Bat. "My life is weird." Barry chuckled as he thought about what he had just thought.<br><br>Eventually the pizza's and drinks were served and bagged up for him and having paid for his meal meant he could start moving again. Making his way outside, Barry glanced at his watch and winced "Bruce is going to kill me." He muttered "Hopefully I'll at least make it without being the last one to arrive....again." <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 04:04:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Monarch theater<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“I’ think is more of your ‘cutting corners’ gags. I’m doing this to make sure that things go right. I figure that if I’m here can I can help banish anything that crawls out of that circle. ” Zantanna said as she&nbsp; stood opposite John over the circle. <br><br>Gesturing, she started mirroring John’s chants in her reverse speech, and her magic joined with Constantine’s to build to a peak. She squinted as she felt the spell build to a peak and reach out for its quarry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 10:48:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg) ---&gt; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy <strong>Number</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Lucifer sat on his small raised dais at his piano on the main floor of his club, taking a small break from his playing. His eyes flowed around the room, taking in the small collection of guests who had arrived for the customary performance prior to the opening of the nightclub to the public, all of whom were taking small amounts of food and drink before the more wild, raucous party got itself into full swing later that night. See, "Lux" was a bit of an odd duck when it came to chains. He had his smaller restaurants and his winebars and his clubs, of course, but this particular site - the one in Perth - held a special place in his heart. He'd had to leave his original Lux in his universe when he'd tracked his power drain to this one, and perhaps more out of nostalgia than he'd like to admit, he'd decided to start one here, too. And this establishment - modelled after the original Lux in an alternate Perth - was the first of that chain in this new universe. It was the one he tended to pay more attention to and spend more time at, and it was the only one to get a fairly regular performance from him. it was odd because...it was a blend of styles. <br><br>The venue was gorgeous - he wouldn't have it any other way, of course - and from about four in the afternoon to seven in the evening, it was a quiet, pleasant place to get a good drink and enjoy a luxurious ambience. But from 8? Well, 8 onwards, the seedier, more...base and primal side of his general tastes tended to make themselves known. At 8, his staff dimmed the lights, changed the drinks in the cabinets, set up the strobe lights and music, and by nine, well...they were ready to open to the public and party until dawn. Drinks, dancing, shows of spectacle and excess, hired entertainers and dancing girls and guest musicians alike all came to make themselves known at Lux, and whilst Perth was nowhere near as wild as his LA or Vegas venues...it was surprising just how much the people of Perth enjoyed cutting loose every so often. If you were a regular in decent enough standing, then you were allowed in - in small numbers - in that quiet hour before the fun started to have a quiet drink and be certain to get in before anybody else. it was a status symbol, partly, but part of the draw was that Lucifer himself often liked to put on minor shows for his more VIP Clientele before the club went into full swing. <br><br>Out of all of the inventions of humankind, Lucifer found that he resonated with the piano the most. He was not so scornful of humankind that he would never say that they achieved anything noteworthy, because that was simply not true. As horrific as humans could be, they were also capable of great beauty and ingenuity, too, and the piano was a perfect example of that. The instrument was haunting and versatile at the same time, able to pull on the heartstrings with a sad, slow piece, or get the blood pumping with a rousing symphony of fire and fury. You could echo across the rafters with the keening notes of betrayal and haunting sorrow one minute, before whipping everybody into a furious fervour the next as you played something that made people want to stand and dance and move and have fun. Music was one of the most powerful things in the universe that anybody could learn to do, and he made it a point to learn as much as he could. Piano wasn't his only instrument, of course - he'd gone through several instrumental phases in his life to alleviate his more bored moodswings - but it was by far his favourite. As such, it was the one he was best at, and people tended to like hearing him play.<br><br>Not that he really cared. He would have played for the hell of it if there weren't people there, but if they were willing to pay the premium and spend money on drinks just to hear him play for an hour...well. He wasn't about to deny them their excesses. That was kind of what he was all about, wasn't it? Self determination, a freedom from predestiny, bodily autonomy, etc etc. And on the plus side, it seemed that Princess Koriand'r - who was currently wandering the main floor, meandering between groups of people and attempting to socialise, much to the delight of the young men and the consternation of the young women - seemed to appreciate the instrument, too. As he wound down from one song and took a small break, he could see her eyes turn to look at him approvingly, before leaving the group she was talking to at that moment - who seemed intrigued by her obviously alien appearance and extremely interested in her voluptuous, barely-clothed body; this Earth was far more used to aliens than his own, it seemed - to make her way over to him. She perched on the seat beside him (which he had expected, hence why it was there in the first place) and leaned over once more as he began to touch the ivories on his gorgeous, sleek black grand piano, (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51m0Q5Lg6hL._SX425_.jpg) launching into another slow, steady traditional piece. <br><br>Beethovens Moonlight Sonata, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU) if you were wondering. A simple but deceptively beautiful piece. Cliche, perhaps, but he was a classical composer for a reason, and Lucifer was not above playing to the stereotype when he felt like it. He glanced at Koriand'r with a smile. <strong>"This piece was written by a very famous human composer. He lived perhaps...250 years ago, give or take, and he's still considered one of the greatest human artists of all time. Honestly, Princess, I cannot say that I disagree."</strong> He said it quietly, so as not to overpower his notes as he played. Honestly, he was happy to share this side of human culture with the Princess even if it wasn't really his to share. He'd met Beethoven briefly, way back when, though it had only been in passing. He had been surly, of course, as most artists were...but that just added to his gruff charm. But alas, now he was dead, and that memory and his music was all that remained. No matter. It was a good legacy. He imagined that Beethoven would be happy - or as close as the surly old bastard could get - to know that his work was still being appreciated all these centuries later.<br><br>He was looking forward to spending a more wild time with Koriand'r later that night - it was to be her first experience of a human nightclub, and he was intrigued to see how she reacted and how much attention she got for her rather aggressive affections and her obviously stunning beauty - but for now, the peace and slow tranquillity was rather nice, after the chaos that they'd been through over the last couple of days. It had been three days since she had crash landed outside his club, and he had to admit...boredom never seemed to be on the menu when the Princess was involved. He opened his mouth to say something else...then paused and canted his head to one side. He continued playing, but it was obvious that he was distracted. He felt a...presence, almost. No. No, not a presence. An energy of sorts, a slight <em>pull</em> away from where he was sitting at that moment. An ordinary Mortal wouldn't have had such a warning, but even as weakened as he was, his Cosmic Awareness at least indicated that something was off. The pull got stronger, and as it gathered strength, he began to realise what it was; it had been a while since he'd been summoned - it had been a while since anybody had dared even attempt it - but he would recognise that insistent pull, and that magical warping of reality around him anywhere.<br><br>Well. This evening had just gotten unexpectedly interesting. Whilst he had been looking forward to observing and interacting with the Princess in a more...charged, raw environment, he had to say that a sorcerer powerful enough to summon him with such insistence was rare and certainly not something that happened even once a century. He lifted his eyebrow as the magic grew stronger still, and he knew that whilst he could feel the pull...the actual spell had not been completed yet. He could possibly counter it, if he really wanted to, but it would be tricky given how intricate the spell was, and how late he had noticed its appearance. Besides...he kind of wanted to know who was brave enough to summon him...or if they were just stupid. That being said...he was not about to leave the Princess there on her own amongst strangers, in a strange city on a strange planet. He had seen enough of her mischief and antics over the last three days to know that he would either come back to a police raid, or a mass orgy. Both were interesting, but the first one was not good for business, and the second one...well, she was not having an orgy in his club without <em>him,</em> he'd say that much right now. <br><br>He focused his energy and extended his power and presence outwards. Given his raw power, it was likely that the spell was specifically targeting his energy signature rather than something personal like his True Name. So, perhaps he could use that to his advantage and draw a couple of things through with him. The obvious one was Koriand'r; he extended his power over her, too, making her a target of the spell by proxy...and, after a moments consideration, he extended it over his piano, too. He was having fun playing his piano, and regardless of being summoned or not, he was not about to allow anybody to interrupt him before <em>he</em> was ready to finish. Besides, it was a fun psychological tool to use; if you appeared preoccupied doing something else, they'd either underestimate you...or grow nervous that you didn't seem bothered by them at all. And if you were going to interrupt <em>Lucifer Morningstars</em> planned evening, then you had to be ready for some vindictive mindgames. He extended his aura over the piano, too, and glanced at Koriand'r. <br><br><strong>"Alas, Princess-"</strong> He'd taken to calling her by her title rather than her name as a nickname of sorts. Honestly, he wasn't convinced that she knew the more...mature...connotations of such a nickname just yet, which just made it funnier. Or perhaps she did...and she just let him call her by that name anyway. Either way, it was fun, and he enjoyed calling beautiful women by possibly-flirtatious nicknames. <strong>"-it seems to be that our plans for the evening have changed. It appears that somebody wishes to speak with me. Please, take my arm."</strong> His playing trailed off slowly as he raised his voice to address the club as a whole. The magic gathered strength, warping reality around him in a way he knew all too well. It was almost like what happened when he used his Wings to teleport, but more...forceful. More inelegant, like a hammer compared to a scalpel. <strong>"My apologies, my friends. Urgent business has just arisen, so I must take my leave. I do so hope that you can forgive me, and enjoy your evening at Lux. The first round is on the house."</strong> He struck up a new chord on his piano - the opening notes to a very well known song that he personally loved - but he didn't get a chance to hear their reactions to said news, however, as there was suddenly a blinding (for Mortals anyway) flash of light, and he felt the world lurch beneath him. <br><br>It was like the universe was folded in half for a moment, two points forcefully slammed together and a hole ripped between them, and he, Koriand'r and the piano were sucked through before everything snapped back to normal. He grit his teeth a little; it was delicate and intricate magic and a well written spell, but...it was still rather rough in its execution. Pragmatic rather than pretty, and more akin to a gorilla shaking a tree to dislodge the fruit than a monkey scurrying up to selectively pick from the bunch. Either way, it was done now. The light cleared and the smoke that rolled from the inside of the Summoning Circle - wards against Demons? Cute. Useless, but cute - dissipated inside the vast room he found himself in. He glanced around absently, almost disinterested, as he took in the vast waves of magical energy rolling in from every direction. This was a place that was both there and not there, the lair of an obviously powerful and capable sorcerer. Which meant either they knew exactly who he was and they had some brass balls on them...or they had no idea who they had just summoned. He wasn't certain which one would be more amusing. Of course, for everything else he was, Lucifer did have a little bit of a love of the dramatic, so as the smoke and light cleared, he began to hum to himself as he continued to stroke the keys of his piano, tickling a slow, quiet melody from it that echoed across the room, a continuation of the notes he had begun to play back in Lux.<br><br>Perhaps it was cliche, or even a little ironic, but he liked the sound of the distinct notes of Stairway To Heaven echoing from his piano (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIAMXocEk4E) as he took in the scene from the corner of his eyes. Two humans - a male and female - wielding no small amount of magical power were staring at him and Koriand'r. He glanced towards the Princess with a calming look, and a sly smile which indicated that...they weren't in any danger. Even if these two meant them harm - which he doubted, since they could have just nuked them from afar if that was their intention - he didn't like their odds against the pair of them. He didn't look up at the pair, but as he spoke, it was clear that he was addressing them. <strong>"You could have just sent me an email, if it was really so urgent. Was the spell really necessary?"</strong> He affected a weary sigh. <strong>"Though I have to say...it has been a rather long time since I was summoned by <em>anybody.</em> So...granted, you have my curiosity."</strong> He said, his voice pitched low with absent disinterest...though in all honesty, these two did intrigue him. Humans rarely dabbled in the mystic arts at all, let alone got any good at them. Just who were these two? <br><br>He found that he was curious, despite himself. <strong>"So what can I do for <em>you?</em> What are your deepest desires?"</strong> He lifted his gaze to meet the males eyes. <strong>"Let me guess..."</strong> He canted his head just a little. <strong>"You want a pony this Christmas, don't you? Wrong department, I'm afraid, but I'll pass the message along."</strong> He allowed himself a small, detached smile as he finished the first verse of <em>Stairway.</em> The man was...interesting. Ratty, dishevelled but handsome in his own rough and tumble way, obviously a bit of a rakish rogue...not the sort of man that you would say no to if he were to flirt, if you happened to be looking for a rough, dirty bit of guilty pleasure, but he wasn't the type that Lucifer would ever call for a second time...if only because his sheets were expensive, and he didn't want to throw away more than one set if he could help it. But behind the dirt beard and the greaser hair...there was power there, and cunning. A dangerous human, to be sure, and the female was no different. She was more outwardly well-groomed and attractive than the male, but she was more than a pretty face. The male had guile, he could see it in his eyes, but the woman had raw power and talent on her side. A formidable pair, to be sure. Not formidable enough, and he doubted that they knew just who they'd summoned to their inner sanctum...but he'd play this game a little longer. It might not have been the distraction he'd been planning...but it was <em>a</em> distraction, <em>non?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 02:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor ---&gt; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Constantine / Zatanna / Lucifer / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> TL:DR Kory got summoned and didn’t like it &gt;.&gt;<br><hr>It was Koriand’r’s third sunset on Earth, and all things considered, she believed that she was coping fairly well with the vibrant and at times, very challenging culture shock. Courtesy of her ‘guide’ - despite him not being Human, she had acquired a mobile phone device with a generous data plan to aid her research, a closet of assorted clothing which, she was still getting used to; and at least three out of the six thousand languages of Earth – she had conceded that assimilation of the entire collection would have to be a gradual process, least she be overwhelmed by all the new vocabulary. After her clothing <em>faux pas</em> the previous night, or rather, her <em>lack</em> of clothing, she had decided to enlist the assistance of one of the female members of Lux’s bar staff, who happened to be renting the room opposite that which Lucifer had kindly granted her indefinite use of. After a very in-depth consultation, which unintentionally resulted in <em>another</em> new language assimilation for the far-too enthusiastic alien – the inevitably very flushed barmaid was originally from the Philippines; Koriand’r eventually descended to the main floor of the piano club in a slightly classier ensemble for tonight’s revelries. In spite of her personal preferences, she wanted to at least <em>try</em> Human customs, even if it was just the one attempt. Long, feminine dresses similar to the garment she had chosen for tonight – or ‘jumpsuit’ as the barmaid had called it, were not entirely unheard of on Tamaran, and the styling was not so different, aside from a slight difference in material and texture. The frontal slits of the jumpsuit were so high up, that she might as well have been wearing a leotard. The very lightweight material glided over her flesh with every step, revealing the entirety of her legs all the way up to the scandalous base of her pelvis at the very top of her thighs. The way that the material billowed behind her though, created a very dramatic flair, which certainly enhanced her entrance into the main room. Yet on closer inspection, it was irrefutably clear from the deep plunge of the V-neck cleavage and matching, deep V back – though partially concealed by her loose hair – that she wasn’t wearing any lingerie whatsoever underneath; and as she casually strolled past a group of seated young businessmen, the question on their lips was whether the same could be said about her lower half.<br><br>The excitement didn’t start or end with Koriand’r’s apparently 'conservative' outfit though. If her ombre tipped, lusciously thick and long, naturally waving red hair, wasn’t eye-catching enough, then her inhuman, luminescent green eyes were certainly the <em>pièce de résistance</em>. One, slightly tipsy Human had decided that complimenting her ‘contacts’ might be a good chat-up line, much to the amusement of his friends who were very quick to humiliate him for trying, leaving a rather confused Koriand’r trying to fathom what he even meant by ‘contacts’. Many of the club’s patrons seemed to think that she was an exhibit purely there for their entertainment, and whilst she didn’t mind the constant attention, she did find the constant flashes of phone cameras and requests for ‘selfies’ to be getting irksome rather quickly. There were some benefits though to even out the irritations, such as the way that people just automatically moved out the way for her as she stepped towards the bar area, or her suddenly acquiring an extra cocktail beyond the freebies at the club proprietor’s expense. Turns out she was actually fairly good for business. Since she had no reason to lie to anyone, she was very honest when people asked who she was and where she was from, and though many laughed at such a tall tale, there were others who were starting to actually believe her extra-terrestrial claims. How else could they describe her remarkable eyes, after all? Either way, alien hoax or no, her face was bound to be making an impact on Instagram across Perth before the end of the night. <br><br>The club was very quickly filling up, especially given how early in the night it still was, and as far more scantily clad women passed through the main doors in short and glittery dresses, it occurred to the Tamaranean Princess that she’d perhaps gone the <em>opposite</em> way tonight and was now <em>over</em>dressed! A more mature male with greying hair didn’t seem to mind though as he explained the stock market to her – a question she now deeply regretted, but it was inevitable that her gaze strayed in search of her Earth guide for his more valued opinion. So enthralled by all the Human company and attention had she been since stepping downstairs, that she had not realised it was Lucifer himself, seated at the main piano, providing the background music she’d been sub-consciously enjoying. Now that she’d finally spotted him, she cast an excited smile his way and, like an opposing magnet, was pulled in his direction during mid-flow conversation without so much as a ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’ to the stammering and flabbergasted, grey-haired man. The stage was usually out of bounds to anyone <em>but</em> the performers, but Koriand’r had no knowledge or regard for the club rules as she contentedly stepped up on the raised platform and sat herself down next to the club’s host on the velvet black cushion of the piano stool. Her attention was immediately attracted to the way that his fingers began to glide over the ivory keys, inspiring a very calming melody unlike anything she’d ever heard before. Crossing her outer leg over her inner thigh nearest him, the toe of her stiletto nudged against his shin, whilst her hand rested on the very edge of the stool directly behind where he sat, allowing her to lean in slightly without disturbing him <em>too</em> much. As if he read her mind at that very moment, he answered the silent question that was playing on her lips, replaced by a tiny hint of a smirk as he once again insisted on calling her ‘Princess’. <br><br><strong>“The music is very soothing, but it also sounds sad.”</strong> She remarked, canting her head slightly to the use of minor notes and an overall, fairly sombre mood of the lower notes which were brightening by the higher notes, like a ray of hope. <strong>“It’s beautiful,”</strong> she softly concluded, almost hypnotised by the hidden story and emotion within the melody, whilst religiously watching the constant movement of his hands across the ivory and black keys. It was satisfying enough to simply sit, watch and listen, and the aura of calm was definitely welcome after being harassed for attention on the main floor. Unlike Lucifer, she felt nothing but a very peaceful haze, whilst she battled with the urge to reach out and lay her hand over his, so she might feel the music as he played it. The only thing that stopped her from obeying her instincts was the simple fact that she didn’t want to disrupt the flow of the music. She did however, tire of watching his hands. As interesting as they were, her gaze soon trailed of the length of his arms covered in a deep red material, which practically begged to be touched; all the way up to his shoulder, neck and finally, the profile of his face. The expression was relaxed, except for a slight furrow to his brow, which was gradually deepening with what she presumed to be a combination of deep concentration and <em>feeling</em> the music. Tamaranean musicians at least, were as expressive as their various art forms, and she could not fathom how anyone could listen to such a melody without showing some sort of appreciation on their face. A melody which very abruptly adapted and changed into a lighter mood, catching her off guard with the sudden flicker of her attention back to the pianist’s hands. Halfway through, some of the rowdier club patrons passing behind her actually had the audacity to occupy the seated area there and begin to talk and laugh very loudly over the music, which irked her to the point of casting them a <em>very</em> disgruntled glare over her shoulder. An uncompromising glare, which didn’t cease until she’d made them uncomfortable enough to pick up their drinks and move to a different booth, further away. But then, the music changed again! A more frantic and exciting melody, where Lucifer’s hands were moving more rapidly across the keys, much to her delight and awe. It sounded as though he was building up to something, reaching an exciting climax, and the ulterior connotations of the escalating rhythm inspired a renewed appreciation for the piano piece, which had started so sombre and unexpectedly transformed into something that hitched her breath and very teasingly balanced her wonderfully over the precipice of the edge. Lucifer was right, this Human artist was indeed <em>very</em> talented! She waited, and waited, for the climatic finish, to be tipped <em>over</em> the edge, but suddenly, he stopped. Was… that <em>it</em>!? No! <em>No-no-no</em>… the song couldn’t end there. Was it supposed to end there? She wanted more, but as she expectantly stared into deep blue eyes and released the breath she’d been holding, her heightened mood was instantly alarmed by the tone of Lucifer’s voice. Brows furrowed, but she slid her hand through the gap between his arm and ribs nonetheless.<br><br><strong>“Tell them no, you are busy making music.”</strong> Her voice practically purred against his ear as she leaned into him, this time very intentionally nudging the toe of her stiletto against his shin. An up and down grazing that didn’t relent, not even as he raised his voice to address the crowds in the club. The saving grace was the distraction granted by the unexpected contradiction of rough and smooth, as she felt the velvet of his suit jacket brushing against her skin. Curiously, her other hand reached across to stroke down the length of his covered bicep, and it was as she was appreciating the strange texture of the fabric, that <em>it</em> happened. Marked by a dramatically struck chord, her vision was suddenly blinded by a light with the intensity of an aggressive solar flare, as reality as she knew it uncomfortably bended and twisted with a strange push and pull sensation all at once against her limbs. Those intensely uncomfortable seconds may have been fleeting, but as her blinded vision returned to the clearing of smoke, Koriand’r’s defences instantly flared up. In a panicked moment where she regathered her senses, she realised that she was no longer in the piano club anymore, and all the people who had been taking selfies and talking to her, were now gone; disappeared into nothing as if they had never been there to begin with. Lucifer was still next to her, along with the piano, and the stool beneath her, which combined were a much needed comfort, but not enough to completely ease her mounting agitation. Slowly unlatched herself from Lucifer’s arm, she glared uncompromisingly at the two individuals: Two strangers, one male and one female, staring right back at her. Her eyes narrowed, and without warning, her body began to emit a warning aura of rising heat as her stored energy was provoked by her unsettled serenity.<br><br>In spite of her companion’s ironic calm, Koriand’r was unable to relax in her new environment. Her hackles were indeed raised, in part because she didn’t take too kindly to being transported somewhere without her permission, or knowledge of where she was going. Years of slavery and months of torture would do that to a person… but she was also unnerved by the strange, glowing symbols carved around the piano, as if she had suddenly become a sacrifice to an archaic entity worshipped by a primitive species. Contrary to the spontaneous melody being tickled against the piano keys, the ombre tips of her hair suddenly seemed to catch fire, and her eyes burned with a brighter shade of neon green luminescence as she glared at the potential threats. Though she felt Lucifer’s eyes on her, her glare didn’t relent, and she certainly wouldn’t be calm until the two strangers explained themselves. In all the confusion and heightened defensive posturing, it didn’t occur to her that her ‘guide’ was instrumental to her being brought to this strange new location. Indeed, she'd quite forgotten that he’d <em>instructed</em> her to take his arm, not quite connecting the dots. Instead, the alien princess sat in silence with a heated intensity, awaiting the slightest provocation whilst Lucifer handled the bulk of the talking. She picked up on his bland tone, and the way that he gave more attention to his piano than he did to them. Was he agitated too? It certainly sent her the message that these two individuals were not yet to be trusted, and that he was perhaps as irritated by their presence as she was; or perhaps she was merely projecting her agitation. Either way, without warning, her rear lifted until she was hovering above the piano stool in a semi-seated position mid-air. Lifting one arm up, a surge of the brightest green energy caught alight within her clawed palm, until it appeared as though her entire hand was ablaze with what manifested into a steady, spherical orb of pure energy. <br><br><em>Spell</em>… <em>Summon</em>… <em>Christmas</em>… she frowned as she processed words that did not translate well against her own knowledge and culture, and therefore remained silent as she glaringly waited for the two Humans - <em>presumably</em> - to explain themselves. The Okaarans had taught her that sometimes it was better not to pollute the air with too many words, and simply wait for the other side to speak their peace.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 23:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Alfred<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina had finished her food and gulped down the last of her milk, She looked around with a long heavy sigh shaking her head before getting up to wash her own glass and return it where it belonged. Perhaps she had came at a bad time? Should she forget the reason she had came here to begin with? All things she pondered on as the others talked amongst themselves. She returned to her seat and tapped a foot a bit antsy, trying to figure things out for herself in her own mind regardless of how nearly impossible it seemed to her right now.<br><br>"Purrr-haps I should make myself scarce Alfred, There seems to be alot going on here and I do not want to add my problems to your plate, or Bruce's for that matter.. I'll go do what I've always done best.. figure things out on my own.. sort of what I had to do during the ten year absence of Bruce in Gotham, I did fine then and I was young.. still a kid... So I think I'll be just as good, if not better now on my own.. You take care Alfred.. It's been a real pleasure as always.. Say bye to Bruce for me."<br><br>With that Selina would turn to head back towards the stairwell where she had ended up when she first entered the Manor. She gave another glance about the place, a long stare at the picture of Thomas and Martha Wayne sent a chill down Selina's spine. Perhaps remorse? Maybe guilt? Though not directly responsible or involved.. She could have prevented everything that happened that night.. despite Telling Young Bruce She didn't act because it wasn't her business.. She didn't do anything because the fact being she was just a scared kid.. a scared kid just trying to survive after being abandoned by her mother to fend for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 00:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The House of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> John, Lucifier and Koriand’r<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"John Constantine, you goddamn idiot. " Zatanna said angrily as the spell clearly pulled something more than his intended target of a demon. The first clue was the damn piano and the fact that the circle was only supposed bring a single entity NOT two. She didn't think that the woman of the pair was anything supernatural, there wasn't that hum of magical power that there was in the man. She was otherworldly, but she knew enough non-humans to realize that didn't mean deamons or other supernatural entities. The Manhunter was one such being. <br><br>There was an elemental like nature to the woman, something like she'd seen in Superman and others. That element of power that marked them as entities of power. She looked in those green eyes and considered her as she listened to the music the man was playing. It was quite good, and she was sure the actual song choice had some understated meaning. She took in the tailored outfit, designer for sure along with the shoes. Very expensive and exclusive designer clothing, she learned a lot going in and out of Vegas. She nodded to the woman, she was most assuredly a beauty, before focusing on the other entity. <br><br>The man had a wicked charm about him that she was sure that meant he got very lucky with women, a more refined charm that John radiated at time when he wanted something. And when she sensed his power it was like looking at the sun. Definitely NOT what they should have been calling with this spell. His words really scared her as it registered that he was something that had been called, but not the way that they had. As a woman who grew up at the feet of a family tradition of wizards dating back centuries, she had a very short list of beings that would react that way. Not a one of them would be the sort of being you'd want to casually call up, every last one of them was something you spent years preparing for. <br><br>"So, if I may, who are you? I don't think my friend's spell is as well thought out as he intended." &nbsp;She looked at John with a fulminating look that summed up how much trouble they were in. Odds were not a single of her spells will work to banish someone this powerful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 02:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna, Lucifer, Kori<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>There was one thought, and one thought alone running through John’s mind as he took in the two new comers.<br><br><em>“Great, someone else with the rogue personality…” </em><br><br>He knew what was going on was bigger than that. This creature he’d summoned (to his house no less!) was significantly higher on the threat level than he realized. What he thought was slightly below Trigon in terms of threat level was either on par or slightly worse. He’d thought a lot of things, a lot of things that were proving false as he took in what was going on. <br><br>Not for the first time he wished he was back in the future where he belonged. The Justice League Dark were better equipped to face this threat and figure out the extent of it. He was a man trying to fulfill the efforts of a whole team.&nbsp; He wasn’t doing the best job of it either…<br><br><em>In for a penny, in for a pound.</em><br><br>“Fun as it is to eye fuck each other,” John said waving his head at everyone gathered. “And given the sexuality in the room it seems there is A LOT of fun to be had with that. I think it’s time to get down to brass tacks.” <br><br>He brought his hand up, rapping on the space separating the circle and John. A flare of red, to let him know that the energy field was working properly. “When I designed the ritual, I have to admit it was for someone significantly… less than you. That being said you look like the type of gent who likes to keep himself well dressed and without and significant burns or anything to heal. I suppose you can count this as a courtesy? You came to this dimension and much like coming to America there is the matters of customs to get through.” <br><br>He turned to Kori next. “Now you are… well NOT in my job description. Alien is above my paygrade. So I’m sorry that you were pulled into this. Then again if you were pulled in by the spell it was because you were close to him. Touching him I assume, now don’t get me wrong… he’s very handsome in a touchable way but unfortunately it’s brought you here to me.” <br><br>He turned to give Zatanna a look. “Well us.” <br><br>He stepped back bringing his other hand out of his pocket. “What do you guys say? You answer some questions maybe we have a drink and then you can be on your way. That Is if I can determine your not a threat to this dimension and plane of existence. So long as you aren’t I can put you back where you were summoned from and be done with it.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 04:11:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg) ---&gt; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy <strong>Number</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Well. The female, at least, seemed to have more immediate common sense than the male. She seemed to recognise immediately that they'd made a little bit of a mistake, which earned at least a modicum of respect from him. People made mistakes, after all - he'd made a few in his own lifetime, he wasn't too proud to admit - but it was the ability to recognise them and acknowledge them and learn from them that indicated whether you were possessed of any great wisdom or intelligence. The male, however, was obviously a little more...cocky in his demeanour, though Lucifer had to wonder how much of that was genuine confidence - or arrogance - and how much of it was affected bravado. After all, as he'd just finished explaining, reputation was important and a cocky, irreverent attitude did sometimes throw opponents off of their game. Was it just who he was, or was it all a mind game? Was it a bit of both? He didn't know the man well enough to make a judgement, and since he wasn't omniscient or telepathic...well, he'd just have to wait and see, now wouldn't he? How fun. He did like a mystery from time to time, and skilled humans like these two did not come along every day. He supposed he could entertain them for a while.<br><br>He glanced at the female as she asked her question, and inclined his head a little. Well, at least she could see that perhaps the male had bitten off more than he could chew. <strong>"A peaceful visitor,"</strong> he said slyly, offering her a teasing wink. <strong>"And that's all you need to know."</strong> That being said, he allowed the notes of Stairway To Heaven to drift off just as they reached a climax, slowly blending the cutting point off with a spontaneous cord progression that led nicely into the opening notes of a rather differently toned song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCVUIm9TYtQ) altogether. He played it slowly, such that it was not immediately obvious what it was, but still. It was a good song, and a fitting one for the situation...it had a great deal of details wrong, but he appreciated the tone of the message and the opening lines were almost too perfect. On the nose? Perhaps. But he enjoyed teasing people a little bit. He had to get his fun somewhere, after all, and besides. It was just a fun, upbeat little song to play in the background. In the meantime...his eyes roamed over the outside of the circle, the glyphs in place, the barrier shimmering between them.<br><br>It was a powerful barrier, he could tell that much, and he knew that all but the most powerful of Demons would be unable to escape from it without a great deal of subterfuge and outside interference. Now, he wasn't a Demon - he was an Archangel, something very different in regards to energy signatures - but part of the warding appeared to (to his eye, anyway; magic did have some differences across universes) also address extraplanar and non-native creatures, too, which was the part that applied to him. He could break the barrier - easily - but...he would not walk away unscathed. The realisation made him lift an eyebrow in intrigue. True, at his full power, he could simply rewrite reality such that the wards had never been there in the first place, but he wasn't at full power. Besides, breaking down the barrier and accosting them that way? It was a thuggish thing to do. These mortals interested him, so...he supposed he could humour their conversation for a little bit. Koriand't seemed a little more agitated than him, but he was glad that she had restrained herself for now. Let him do the talking, and if things went south...then they'd deal with that when it happened. <br><br>Of course, the crass humour was a little bit on the rough side for Lucifers liking - there was no wit or charm there, just a cheap attempt at brutish humour - so he simply ignored it, and instead focused on the other aspects of his little spiel. Customs, eh? And who made him the authority over which Multidimensional creatures could go where? Either he was granted that authority by a higher power (which he doubted), or he simply had the strength to take the position himself. Perhaps the latter, then, though he doubted he was prepared for what was actually going to happen here if he decided that he wanted to send Lucifer back. Even if he succeeded (unlikely), he could just return in a heartbeat. And he could guarantee that he had more time to play that game than this human. Ah well. Time to see where this led him. <strong>"I'm afraid I do not have a passport, human,"</strong> he said airily, still tickling the keys slowly. <strong>"I am here on my own business, and that business does not include causing trouble for you or your tiny little world. You may ask your questions, but you may not like the answers...or lack thereof."</strong> He glanced at the female appraisingly, then the male, then shot a look at Koriand'r. He'd brought her here deliberately. He wondered whether she'd be happy about that or not. Something to worry about later. <br><br><strong>"As I said,"</strong> He continued after a moment, returning his gaze to his piano as he addressed both of them. <strong>"You have my curiosity, so you have my good humour. Boredom is a tedious old friend when you have lived as long as I have."</strong> He glanced at the small glass of scotch he had set on the piano, his eyes flashing a momentary burning red - a blink and you'd miss it moment - to telekinetically move it up and towards him. It tipped as it touched his lips, allowing him to take a sip, before it returned to its place on the piano. <strong>"But please do remember that you disrupted my plans for the evening, so perhaps we can make this more interesting. Let us make a <em>deal.</em> Nothing complicated. An answer for an answer. You ask, I answer. I ask, you answer. Right now, this feels more like an interrogation, and I must be honest..."</strong> His voice dropped low and dangerous for a moment as his eyes flicked up to meet the pairs eyes. <strong>"I dislike being interrogated."</strong> His curiosity was piqued...but it only extended so far. He was not evil, as so many people liked to portray him...but he was capricious, and there were certain things that provoked his wrath. They'd attempted to imprison him. That was strike one. Two left to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 03:19:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Constantine / Zatanna / Lucifer / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><hr>The dark-haired woman stared curiously, and Koriand’r unashamedly stared back; her equally curious gaze sweeping down and up the stranger’s form. The black and white outfit reminded her of the uniforms worn by the bar staff at Lucifer’s club, but Lux this was not, and hers was a face she had definitely not seen before. Most curious of all intrigues to Koriand’r, aside from the fact that no one seemed to be alarmed by her threatening posturing, was the fact that the woman in black and white didn’t seem to have a clue who she’d just summoned. The bronzed alien followed the woman’s weary glare at the man next to her, and now it was his turn to be appraised by a down-up stare whilst Lucifer promptly answered the woman’s question. Obviously, she didn’t understand the poignancy of the new song that he played against the piano, nor did she understand the meaning of the other man’s phrasing – <em>‘brass tacks…?’</em>; she did however, react to actions speaking louder than words. Namely, the sudden red flare of what seemed to be some sort of energy field or barrier effectively surrounding them whilst separating them from the two strangers. The whites of her gritted teeth flashed from underneath her curling upper lip. As annoying as it was to be lost in translation slightly, actions and signs had the universal power of transcended the meaning of words.<br><br>The triggered Tamaranean Princess had been imprisoned once before, and her captors had inevitably felt her blinded wrath as though vengeance had been written in the stars. Yet she also knew how complicated energy fields could be, and as much as she wanted to launch a starbolt at her prison, she also couldn’t risk the deflection of her blast back at the piano and more importantly, the man playing it. Without a doubt, had it just been her entrapped behind the barrier, she would have risked it without a second thought, but the fact that she had to be careful only added to her agitation. Scowling at the male stranger, she heeded his words, but didn’t like the threat that lingered within his confident tone. It was still a mystery to her what might happen if she tried to breach the barrier – and she was even more tempted to try it now; but apparently the man believed that it was capable of burning Lucifer. Considering the fact that he’d been nothing but kind and welcoming to her since she’d crash landed in his club’s car park, she didn’t take too kindly to anyone threatening him. So when the stranger cast his attention towards her, her scowling glare was less than amused. The combination of his words and tone, however, were unexpected, and therefore gave her reason to pause. For one, he genuinely sounded apologetic, and secondly, he clearly wasn’t responsible for stealing her away from the club and imprisoning her in this strange place. The so-called ‘handsome and touchable’ Lucifer had been the prime target, the very same Lucifer who’d asked her to hold onto his arm back in the club just moments ago…<br><br>The penny dropped, causing Koriand’r’s glare to shift towards the anomaly at the piano. No doubt he was the target of everyone’s attention by now, as he airily just tinkled away at the piano keys. Here on his ‘own’ business, he said. Her eyes narrowed at him. He’d said his business was urgent. That he was being contacted by someone and yet, communication barriers aside, it was clear to her that no one seemed to know who anyone was around here, beyond their side of the circle. Then again, could Koriand’r really claim to ‘know’ the man of many mysteries at the piano? <em>Definitely not</em>. If he had deliberately brought her here with him though, then the bigger question was <em>why</em>? Did he know that he might be threatened? She had promised him a favour, to protect him if he was ever in trouble, in exchange for him helping her. He had already fulfilled his half of the bargain. Would she now be fulfilling her half? It was sooner than expected, but in spite of her agitation and reflex defensive posturing, she also wasn’t comfortable with the idea of harming these strangers, until she knew what their crimes were, or until they gave her a reason to solid retaliate. <br><br>For now, it seemed like the dark-haired male was content to exchange questions and answers, and determine that he too, was not under any threat. In that case, the burning energy in her palm was slowly re-absorbed into her body, as a gesture of faith and goodwill. Folding her arms under her generous bosom, Koriand’r listened to Lucifer give his own response. His ability to lift objects was nothing new to her. Neither was his preference for consistently making ‘deals’ with people. There was a warning in his tone, but there was also lingering agitation in her own tone, as she directed her words at him first.<br><br><strong>“Yours are not the only plans that have been disrupted. You said you had ‘urgent’ business, but you do not even know their names, and they do not appear to know who <em>you</em> are. I do not believe this disruption was truly as urgent as you claim.”</strong> Pointedly glaring at him questioningly for a beat – it was his fault she was imprisoned here, after all; the disgruntled Princess of Tamaran shifted her attention to the two strangers. With them, her frown eased into a more neutral and slightly more approachable expression. <strong>“You will learn that making deals is his ‘schtick’,”</strong> she shamelessly echoed the phrasing he’d taught her. With feet touching down toe first, the flames in her hair died down as she slowly approached the edge of the circle. <strong>"You have my word, as the Princess of Tamaran, that neither he nor I are a threat to you. But I too, have a request."</strong> Pausing just inches from the flared red edge of the energy field, she stared directly at the male and female ahead of her. <strong>"I will not hesitate to answer your questions, but I ask that you first remove this barrier. I do not wish to cause you harm, but if you refuse to free us from this prison, then I will have no choice but to test the limits of your shields.”</strong><br><br>Though she had relinquished her previous starbolt, on cue, another flared within her raised palm, ready to make her own actions speak much louder than words.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 19:35:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor - Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as shown<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"Right away, Master Bruce." <br><br>Arriving at the kitchen to do just that, Alfred was reminded of how plans usually went awry around Wayne Manor - especially when Selina Kyle was involved - when he all but ran into the rejuvenated minx who seemed on her way out. His first impression was confirmed by her words, and he stared after her as she made for the stairs. "Surely, you are not leaving, Miss Kyle?" he protested, involuntarily throwing a glance towards the other person present in the kitchen. Did Damian know more about Selina's urge to leave? He would not have put it past the young man, but Damian seemed as clueless as he was. Or, more precisely, the young Wayne looked disinterested, which amounted to the same thing. "Don't you talk nonsense, now," he chided. "Dealing with trouble is what we do." His words appeared to fall on deaf ears, and he stepped out of the kitchen to watch her go up the stairs. Seeing her leave brought back memories, and past and present seemed to merge in the shape of the lonely girl on the stairs. "You do not have to go, Miss Kyle," he said. "Master Bruce is in the dining room, but if you insist on leaving, you should go and tell him yourself." Although his tone was faintly disapproving, Alfred made no attempt to stop her beyond the friendly reminder that she had always been welcome. Like so many others who had gone and returned, Selina Kyle would find her way to Wayne Manor in her own time.<br><br>Like Damian had. <br><br>The young man was still in the kitchen when Alfred returned, and when his gaze fell upon him, he sent the younger man a genuine smile. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Sir," he said warmly. "Master Bruce is in the dining room. He invited you and Miss Kyle to join him, but it would appear the young lady has changed her mind. I suppose it will be just you and me then, eh, Master Damian?" Alfred continued, keeping his voice light as he talked, pushing the shadow Selina's appearance had cast over his good mood to the back of his mind. Whenever Selina Kyle had a problem, it had a habit of following her home to Wayne Manor, and Alfred fervently hoped that tonight would be different.<br><br>"Did you have a good journey, Sir?"&nbsp; After putting the kettle on and rinsing the teapot, Alfred pulled out the cutting board and set about slicing bread, preparing a plate of sandwiches. When it was done, he took the pie from the oven and moved everything they'd need onto a tray, except that plate which he left within Damien's grasp. The young man could pick it up or not - Alfred would never ask him to carry it for him - but it would give Damian something to do once they entered the dining room other than stare at his father.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 19:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CmE90qQ.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Tailing Barry Allen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured above<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>~*~Central City~*~</strong></div><br>Caitlin waited for Barry to leave S.T.A.R Labs, She then hurried and grabbed her Laptop and a few other gadgets her and Cisco had put together for a FIELD kit. Her Auburn Locks transitioning to a snow white, Her already fair complected skin becoming even paler and her vibrant red lips turning blue and her brown eyes become a whitish grey color as Caitlin went full on Killer Frost, She looked at the door then to Cisco, A silent nod would be shared between the two as Caitlin hurried up out the door. Odds are Barry was already half way to Gotham by now, Luckily they installed the tracking chips into all of member of Team Flash's suits! She made it to her car starting it up but before pulling out she sat up her lap top on the passenger seat beside her opening the tracking program on her laptop once it had time to sync and pinpoint Barry's location Caitlin would begin her pursuit. Did she not trust Barry to be on his own? Was She cautious of the circumstances? The answers were Yes, and Yes! But a Hero can't do everything alone&nbsp; they need friends and allies! And Caitlin was following Barry yo make sure if he needed that helping hand she was on hand to offer it!<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>~*~Gotham~*~</strong></div><br>Caitlin finally arrived in Gotham,&nbsp; The architecture was definitely not like that of Central city! The large buildings, These designers and their fascination with Mythical beasts like Gargoyles... What was it with people here!? Caitlin thought to herself as she continued to follow Barry, She wanted to stay far enough away she wasn't spotted, atleast not just yet. She would let Barry be Barry and just follow him to his final destination, Once he was there, as long as he didn't take his suit off She would just hack his suit's visual display and watch from Barry's eyes right? Well atleast that was her plan.&nbsp; So Caitlin made a pit stop, She filled the cooler in her trunk with high carb and high surgar snacks, Soda, Candy bars, You know all the stop a growing speedster needs! Once she finished stocking up on snacks and filling her gas tank she would once again return to her own mission, Follow Barry! And Keep him out of trouble and most of all keep him safe! What would Central City do with out their very own and well loved and respected Scarlet Speedster after all! Still in pursuit Caitlin would pass the bank just as the police officers were finishing up and leaving the scene. "Yup Barry's been here alright!" She said to herself shaking her head with a chuckle Continuing to monitor Barry's path from her lap top waiting to see where this venture was going to land him, Well and herself!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 20:05:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Alfred, Bruce.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina stopped hearing Alfred speak, She turned and shot a glance over her shoulder back at him. "Well honestly Alfred that was my plan... It seems you and Bruce have enough going on already.. I did not wish to make things any more difficult for either of you. Selina sighed heavily. Shooting a glance from Alfred to the dinning room then back to Alfred. She would then turn around to face Alfred a long sigh pushed past her lips. "I hate it that you're always right Alfred.. I suppose if I am leaving.. then I should at least say bye myself... Dinning room you say?" Selina teased jesting knowing exactly what Alfred had said but trying to remain seemingly her normal cheerful self. <br><br>Selina once again moved down the stairs and hesitantly made her way closer towards the dinning room. She sighed stopping just outside the doorway. "Bruce.. I'll see myself out, I just wanted to say Good-bye.. you seem busy, perhaps a bit distracted, I don't wanna burden you with my troubles.. It was nice seeing you.. after so long Bruce.. Take care now okay!?" Selina gave a half smile leaning against the door frame momentarily. Talking about distracted, Selina was&nbsp; kind of distracted herself.. it's been a really strange day indeed.. First she was pulling off a job, Only to end up in the same place now abandoned... Bruce has a kid? When did this all happen? What is going on here. All kept replaying in her mind, unable to even begin to analyze these facts it's like her brain was going to overload if she were to dwell on them much longer. "Though maybe you could answer one question for me before I go Bruce.. What would cause a place to change, with out changing? I was doing what I do best.. and smack dab in the middle of a job everything around me seemed to change... the richly furnished home I had broken into went to ruins in less than a blink..." She asked rolling her shoulders in a shrug not really sure how else to explain what had happened to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 21:38:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/slkDwct.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Barry Allen/The Flash<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flash Costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bruce Wayne, Damien Wayne, Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>The streaking red/yellow lightning zipped through the streets of Gotham and into the outskirts of the city, all the way to Wayne Manor. Up and over the fence and up the drive the lightning went, through the front doors and various other doors inside the large home towards the Kitchen. The lightning passed between the trio of people in the room only to vanish as soon as it had appeared at the table, revealing the still masked Flash, now sat at the table with three of the six pizza boxes opened in front of him.<br><br>Grabbing a slice, Barry took a big bite out of it and smiled "Hey Alfred." He said through the mouthful of pizza "How's things?" He added before noticing the two other people in the room with them and frowned, not recognising either of the two. "Oh sorry I uh didn't mean to interrupt." He muttered as he swallowed the rest of the pizza "Also didn't know we were going to be having new people joining otherwise I would have brought more pizzas and not just these for myself." He added with a wave of his hand towards his collection as he grabbed another two slices and started eating his way through them.<br><br>"Is that why you're here? Is Bruce adding more members to the team? That'll be cool. In fact where is Bruce? Are the others here yet? Please tell me I'm not the last one again." Barry asked in quick succession, his first two questions aimed at the man and woman he didn't know, while the other three were directed to Alfred. All the while the Speedster failed to realise that while his brain moved as fast as his body could, his mouth could also move as fast, hence the series of quick questions at everybody. A fact he did realise after finishing his third slice of pizza and reached for the fourth when he realised he hadn't even introduced himself to the two strangers yet. "I'm the Flash by the way." He said with a smile before offering the two a slice "Pizza?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 01:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/gal-gadot-for-cool-ray-collection-2017-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Bedroom, Manor-Foyer, Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Diana Prince civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (Directly), Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle, Damien Wayne (Indirectly)&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Diana was up in her room, she was researching the oldest of magic which dated back to&nbsp; the prehistoric area. Something was wrong in the world of men, since she and the others had fought Stephan Wolf (One of the oldest of Evils) and they had beaten him back. Diana was now known to this world as *Wonder Woman* and she was a member of the Justice League. A group of super individual's dedicated to protecting the whole planet. Diana took this position very seriously and she cared deeply for her brothers in arms. Kal El Of Krypton who was known as Superman to the world at large. Kal was beloved by many, he was the most powerful of the group, with powers of a God. But this modern ZEUS was raised as a human on a farm in Kanssas, he had a human adoptive other and a fiancé in Metropolis. He worked as a reporter known as Clark Kent, he was taking some time away from the League to help Lois (his fiancé) plan their upcoming wedding. Next was Barry Allen the fastest man alive, a meta human called the Flash. Barry worked as a scientist in Central City and worked as a CSI for the police department, only one who mastered the speedforce itself could have 3 jobs and do them all successfully. Next was Victor Stone aka Cyborg, part man and part high tech machine, he saw himself as a monster but he was a true hero. Then their as the king of Atlantis Arthur Curry who was dubbed the Aquaman.&nbsp; A powerful hero who sat on the Thorne of Atlantis and commanded the Seven Seas. Finally there was the Batman of Gotham, he was a mere man but was so much more, he crafted himself into a weapon of justice. Bruce Wayne the billionaire who was dubbed *Prince of Gotham City*. He was the League`s leader and strategist, it was his mansion that they used now as a base of operations outside the Gotham City Limits. Here in his mansion they were operating their team. <br><br>Diana had moved in, as had Cyborg, given they were providing back up for Bruce. It was a big mansion, but Curry had obligations to Atlantis and Barry wanted to be near to his farther who was serving time in prison. Diana found the mansion to be a fitting new home for her, she had given up her job in New York city and moved as a Historical curator at the Gotham Museum. She was using her alias of Diana Prince which she had been successfully using since World War One when she first came to Mans world, for Diana was Immortal and far older then she looked. Diana flipped through the pages of the codex index which was helping her make sense of the strange magical occurances which had happened recently around the globe. It wasn't like she could go back to her Amazionan home on Thamiscaeria for advice from her sisters. Diana was dressed in her *civilian* get up, complete with glasses which she didn't need with her perfect eyesight. But the Daughter of Zeus was so used to this persona it was very much a part of her now. <br><br>She heard voices downstairs from the Foyer of the mansion. She decided to go and see who was in the mansion, perhaps the rest of the team had come to have a meeting? Diana had some theories on who might be manipulating the magical element's and it was someone very dangerous indeed.&nbsp; Diana headed down the hall and towards the Foyer. She stood at the top of the stairs (out of sight) and looked down to see who was talking . Alfred Pennyworth (Bruce`s trusted Butler) was there along with a young man and a young woman. She recognised the young man as Bruce`s son Damien Wayne who had been away for some time, Alfred had shown her and Victor some pictures of Bruce and his *Kids*. Damien was the only biological son of Bruce`s but he had helped raised Dick Grayson, the Late Jason Todd and Tim Drake. The young woman she didn't know, perhaps it was Bruce`s former ally Barbara Gordon the daughter of the police commissioner? She went by the Alias Batgirl&nbsp; and lived in Bludheaven now. Maybe she was visiting her farther and decided to drop by? Diana decided to go and speak with Victor, if this was a *Bat Family* matter she thought it best to stay out of it. She headed down to the main meeting room down the back stairwell. She was surpised to find Bruce already waiting in the room, was he waiting for Alfred to bring in the others? His Wards, his charges and closet thing the man had to a family. "Bruce, do you want time alone with youre son? I didn't know he was visiting you." She said quietly, she had the Codex book tucked by her left thigh, she had brought it down to tell the others of her theory's of who was causing these magical disturbances but she could speak to him another time. She knew his relationship with his boy was....complicated at best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 21:31:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">In the interest of getting everyone together and on the same page, some liberties have been taken with this post. This is partly to get everyone where they need to be as well.</span><br><br><br><hr> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Lounge Clothes<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone (Co-Gm Post)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>He stood by the window, watching the lightning flash outside. Something was bothering him, some small shake in his old bones that he couldn’t place. He was the oldest in terms of being a super hero. Diana being the old person and he having the most experience wearing a costume and punching bad guys. All those years doing this and he could sense when something big was about to happen. <br><br>And when a fight was coming. <br><br>Destiny was on the air that night in Wayne Manor. Several high being were converging and there were more heroes in Wayne Manor than ever before. While Bruce preferred cold hard logic and science he knew from his training with Giovanni Zatara taught him much about the mystical side. He could never wield it, nor did he have the affinity for it but he was… sensitive to it. That in its own way was pretty powerful. <br><br>Greeting all these new comers, and bringing them together was his mission right now.&nbsp; He turned to Cyborg who was looking at Selina with some thinly veiled interest that Bruce rolled his eyes. He didn’t fault the guy for his attraction to Selina, he just found it funny that the usually stoic Cyborg was being so overt about it. <br><br>“Vic,” Bruce said cutting bringing up a hand to stop Selina from leaving. “Can you go round everyone up? Boom tubes and teleport them all here.” <br><br>“That’s uh a might big invasion of privacy…” Cyborg said making a face. <br><br>“It’s an emergency, I’m sure everyone will accept it.” Bruce stated back with a purse of his lips. <br><br>“Alright alright.” Cyborg said as he disappeared with a flash of light. Once he was gone Bruce turned to Selina. “Sit.” He said pointing at the chair and walking around to his own. “Your in another universe, not back in time or forward. This is a different Gotham than the one you came from. Which is why your several years younger than me. On my Earth Selina and I are the same age.” <br><br>He didn’t give her anymore insight into what her life was like here. There wasn’t really time for that now that Cyborg was at work porting people in. Damien was first, coming in right as the Flash came in as well mid bite of pizza. <br><br>“Damian,” Bruce said nodding at his son. “You and I will talk later. For now your more than welcome to join us in the league meeting and help if you want.”<br><br>He turned to Flash giving a subtle wave of his hand to let the man know he needed to sit. Seconds later another portal opened and Cyborg walked out, this time with the one Bruce knew as Killer Frost. <br><br>“Found her tracking Barry,” Cyborg explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “I thought you’d want her as well.” <br><br>“Dr. Snow,” Bruce said with a nod of his head. “Arthur is the last one.” <br><br>“On it.” Vic confirmed before disappearing in a red tunnel. <br><br>“Now that we’re all more or less assembled,” Bruce said turning to regard Diana. “Perhaps you’d like to share what you’ve found? It sounded important. Alfred should be in any second with tea and refreshments for us.” He confirmed to everyone gathered. <br><br>He moved going to stand next to Diana. With his hands coming behind his back and his feet evenly spaced he looked like a man who’d spent his life in the military. He found comfort in the strict rules he applied to himself, rules that would even make a hard ass military man go a little pale. He gave Diana a not so subtle glance for her to proceed. His eyes lingered on her, this woman and warrior who caught his eyes and just kept on keeping it. Their working partnership was rocky at first, but now there was a mutual respect there… in his case it was also an attraction. <br><br>“Once Aquaman arrives we’ll begin the meeting.” He called out. No sooner had he said it then the portal flashed one more time and Cyborg stepped forward with Arthur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 22:28:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The House of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> John, Lucifier and Koriand’r<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"I'm tired of this.. measuring of manhood." Zatanna said with a frown as she gestured at the circle. "dound ton eb, mrah on dnetni uoy sa gnol oS" The circle faded but didn't vanish. Zatanna gestured into the side section of the main hall, leading the way as her heels clacking loud on the floor. <br><br>"Why don't we make introductions, barring giving our full names to a potential ..hazard." &nbsp;She said pointed towards the bar in the corner. "My name is Zantana Zantara. I'll let my scruffy friend name himself." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 22:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CmE90qQ.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured above<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Cyborg, Barry Allen, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Caitlin blinked a bit confused barely having enough time to gather the large laptop bag which she had filled to capacity and beyond before seemingly grabbed and swooped up and being carted off, moments later appearing inside what would seem to be a quite large and expensive manor house of some sort. Glancing around a bit out of curiosity getting a feel for the place. With a satisfied "Hmm" Before she actually decided to speak up. "Car to house escort service? Nice Got to work on getting this sort of accommodations back in Central City. You gonna atleast give me your name since you wanted to go and get all touchy feely" Caitlin Chuckled at her comment to Vic before offering a wave to the others familiar face or not before taking a seat and shooting a glance to Barry Allen. "Sorry I know this is a long way from Central City, Barry. Though I feel Cisco, Wells and Iris can handle things back home. I couldn't let you come have all the fun, besides you know how Killer Frost feels about sitting on the side line." Caitlin said with a chuckle. <br><br>"Not only is sitting on the bench pretty boring... I couldn't just sit back and leave The Flash's well being in his own hands now could I? Barry knows he often bites off a bit more than he can chew on his own!" Killer frost would chime in, Barry probably the only one present whom had grown accustomed to the Frost interjecting her two cents with out having to actually have to go through the metamorphosis and manifest in Caitlin's place as it happens ALOT lately the two personalities finally coming to an agreement and an understanding to co-inhabit Caitlin's head space. <br><br>"Sorry guys... Killer Frost likes to make sure people know she's around!" The good Doctor said with a slight nod of her head placing her laptop case down beside her chair. "Oh I get to join a meeting with the Justice league that I was not even invited to attend! Nice Bet this will make for a story to tell Cisco when returning to Central City!" Caitlin said with a smile. "Pipe down will ya Caity! The man is trying to get to the business at hand." Killer Frost chimed in once more Caitlin would sigh and just simply roll her yes before going quiet and waiting for this to get underway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 23:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/slkDwct.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Barry Allen/The Flash<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flash Costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, Bruce Wayne, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Barry, having now stood up and made his way into the meeting room, took a bite out of one of the two slices of Pizza he had brought with him. "Hope you don't mind Bruce, but I did just run all the way here and foiled a bank robbery in your City, I need to recharge a little." he said, taking another bite out of the slice.<br><br>His attention however was draw to the opening of one of Cyborg's portals and raised an eyebrow when Caitlin appeared, listening to her comment on being whisked away before seeing her shoot a glance at him, which he returned with a <em>What the hell are you doing here?</em> look of his own, which luckily got a quick answer from his friend before Killer Frost chimed, not that he batted an eye at that, he'd actually gotten pretty used Caitlin's other half popping up although he would find the other's reactions quite funny if he was being honest.<br><br>"Okay first of all I do not <em>always </em>bite off more than I can chew." The speedster said as he made his way around the table "And second I'm not exactly on my own here." He added as he took a seat next to his friend, opting to remain silent as Caitlin explained away Frost's talking and Frost telling her to zip it and couldn't help but chuckle at the two before shaking his head and leaning in to whisper in her/their ear.<br><br>"While I'm not too thrilled with the whole spying and being followed thing, which we will be talking about later, I appreciate the concern. He told her with a smile. "Both of you." he added, not wanting to leave Killer Frost out in his appreciation before shutting up himself, knowing that it wouldn't be long before Victor would teleport back in with Arthur and this meeting of the League would begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 04:21:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://insidepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Milestone-Icon-and-Rocket-banner-e1508071524981.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Augustus Freeman IV / Icon<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Killer Frost, Cyborg, Barry Allen, WW, Batman, Aquaman, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Augustus looked around the room, these were the new gods!&nbsp; Those with their own agenda presence, powers, new pantheon of heroes that might very well usher in a new age of peace...He didn't count on it!&nbsp; But he had been on the sidelines long enough to know he couldn't exist there any more.&nbsp; He looked at Wonder Woman - Athena/Diana rolled into one, having the power of several goddesses alone, Then there was his summoner Hades himself Batman.&nbsp; Never tell a man like that you owe him a favor for keeping your secrets...he will call in it.&nbsp; It explained why he was here.&nbsp; Hermes - Barry Allen currently called the Flash.&nbsp; He was fast extremely fast, he probably couldn't keep up with him running but flying might be another matter.&nbsp; Eris - she was currently chaos in flux with herself - killer frost - Dr. Caitlin Snow.&nbsp; She was as nice on the eyes as lady Diana.<br><br>He noticed the Aquaman - Arthur Curry&nbsp; Poseidon he was for all practical purpose the king of the sea, his trident gave a magical glow to his positronic vision.&nbsp; Then his wrangler - Hephaestus - Cyborg.&nbsp; His heart went out to the man known as Victor Stone.&nbsp; He had nothing in his matrix that could heal him and let him keep his abilities or vice versa...but did he even want to give them up if he could.&nbsp; Then there was the man of steel, the one person that he knew of that could hold a challenge to himself in raw power.&nbsp; He was four times as old as Clark Kent...the last son of krypton.&nbsp; He was the last of his own people so there was a kindred spirit between them.&nbsp; Turning down the Bat was one thing...turning down a brother in arms...was something else entirely.&nbsp; Between the two of them...they both came to him...more than likely it was Bruce's idea to bring Clark to convince him to join...they had one meeting.&nbsp; Then he would be going back to his own life.&nbsp; They had all of them...there was no need for him!&nbsp; They had brought Olympus down to earth...the need for this many protectors was over kill correct?<br><br>He stepped out of the shadows his own energy covering him so that he remained unseen till he stepped from the shadows.&nbsp; He had learned several tricks from watching this group, he was focused on making sure the populus at large were safe.&nbsp; So was it any reason....in truth...he had no choice but to come, to at least meet the new pantheon in purpose.<br><br><strong>"Good evening everyone...The name is Icon.&nbsp; I am hoping it will be nice to meet you all."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 05:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Bruce, Victor, Alfred indirectly.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina was about to do an about face to leave then found herself stopping dead in her tracks as Bruce held his hand up signalling her halt. "Oh, Purr-fact.. I suppose I will be staying to join this lovely meeting of yours then Bruce darling?" Selina purred playfully as she would then make her way into the meeting room. She&nbsp; would move to one of the far corners and stand leaning back idly in a relaxed posture against the corner allowing her to keep her eyes on everyone and making it nigh impossible for anyone to get behind her and she liked it that way! She hummed softly to herself tapping her fingers against the surface of the wall as she observed the room. After a few moments of uninterrupted silence. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "Once your meeting has adjourned, Bruce may I have a word in Private with you and Alfred?" Selina asked softly and offering him her most genuine and polite smile she could muster. <br><br>She then returned to her silent observation as the others waited patiently. She grew tired of standing and found the closest table, desk or piece of furniture or equipment and hop up to sit on crossing her legs at her ankles placing her arms outstretched behind her and leaned back letting her arms support her weight for now.&nbsp; "Oh yea, Bruce you might want to have your over sized toaster oven to join us as well. As much as it pains me to admit this.. but he might be able to help shed some light on some of the questions I have." She said with a snicker as she gave a glance towards Victor along with her toaster oven statement, Letting her legs swing back and forth casually making herself at home as she always does. Glancing over at Damian only a split second with a deep look of curiosity as she done so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 13:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/gal-gadot-for-cool-ray-collection-2017-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Bedroom, Manor-Foyer, Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Diana Prince civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (Directly), Flash/Barry Allen (Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Diana watched as Victor teleported in others into the Meeting Room, she could see a lightness in him which she hadn't seen before. He still considered himself a monster but to her he was a hero. He was forging a better relationship with his farther and was actually enjoying regular team ups with Bruce. Weather he would admit it ore not Bruce was indeed a good mentor for younger heroes and heroine's and Victor was benfinitng from Bruce's years of experience in the field. Diana smiled at Barry, she liked Barry, everyone liked Barry. He was warm and kinde, honest and heroic. What more could you need from a hero in the field. Barry possessed great power and he was only just scratching the potential of what he could truly do. With him was the woman known as Killer Frost, a powerful meta human who worked with Barry back in Central City. Barry mentioned she had a split personality with her human self grappling at times with her meta persona. Diana felt the need to have more women on the team, she missed the sisterhood and she felt for the teams public image they needed to be more inclusive and diverse. Next was the man called Icon, someone who Clark knew. He was a incredibly powerful hero who had been making waves around the globe. Diana wasn't sure of his origin's but if Clark vouched for him that was good enough for her.<br>They were letting Clark have some time off to spend with Lois as they palnned their upcoming wedding, but if they needed him urgently the League would call. Finally Aquaman was brought into the room, she trusted Arthur and felt a kinmanship with him as they both were from Royal Households. <br><br>Bruce asked her to explain to the group what she had found. Diana Nodded and stepped forward and opened her Codex on the table and cleared her throat. "The magical occurances are not random as I first thought. The disturbances in nature and the sudden rises in violent behaviour. I believed it to be the witch known as Morganna Le Fey. But Morganna was never political and these attacks overseas have been deliberate strikes. The bombings in Russia and the riots in Germany just at time when general elections are about to take place. And the Sudden climate changes in Mexico and the African continent. It isn't Le Fey`s style, rumour has it she took a lover a couple of centauries ago. A man named Vandal Savage. In the days of prehistory, About 50,000 BC I believe , Savage was a caveman named Vandar Adg, leader of the Cro-Magnon Blood Tribe. He was bathed in the radiation of a mysterious meteorite, which gave him incredible intellect and immortality. An observer from the Bear Tribe would later approach that same meteorite and become Savage's eternal nemesis, the Immortal Man, possessing the power to resurrect as a new person every time he is killed. Savage was rumered to be a lover of Le Fey`s but given his history with women it would be a fair assumption he was only using her to get at her power. She may even have been slayed by him as she hasn't been spotted herself in quiet some time." She could see some members of the League were having a hard time getting their heads around this. "Savage turns up throughout history looking for conflict and chaos. With our arrival he would see us as worthy adviseris. I think he plans to start World War Three. If it is indeed him working against us." It was a theory which was made up from conjecture and rumor, Diana knew this, but sometime her hunches turned out to be correct. Magic was something she avoided and she was surprised she herself hadn't come into contact with Vandal as of yet, but it was only a matter of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>22-05-2019, 15:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/35/87/783587896ff4ea9e8a3a146fb8f5c5e4.jpg) </div><br><hr><strong>Character name:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 1st of May, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cauldron, Gotham City -&gt; Wayne's manor, Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> pictured<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Diana/Wonder Woman, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Barry Allen/Flash, Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, Victor Stone/Cyborg, Augustus Freeman IV/Icon, Open tag<br><strong>Warning: </strong>none<br><hr><br>Arthur Curry, King of Atlantis, was walking in the streets of the Cauldron, an area of Gotham known for organized crime and run by the Irish Mob. <br>He was still holding in his hand the bottle of alcohol, hidden within a kraft paper bag. The rendez-vous was supposed to take place at the Noonan's bar, on the corner of Peckinpah Street and Saint Avenue, this night. The exact hour was not precised, but Arthur was ready to spend quite some time there, both to gather the promised intel, and also to reasonably enjoy the night. <br>Eyes were following the large silhouette of the King of Atlantis while he walked the streets. There was no doubt in Arthur's mind that the elements of the mob running this place had already been warned of his presence, and were the ones watching him.<br>The red flashing sign of the bar finally became visible. Arthur crossed the streets, and pushed the large doors before entering. <br>It was an underground bar. It was crowded with people intoxicated by alcohol and the fumes of cigarette. <br><br><strong>"Oh well..." </strong>Arthur whispered. <strong>"This ain't gonna be easy..."</strong><br>If the informant supposed to be there knew for fact what Arthur looked like, the Atlantean did not. Arthur expected this to be a quiet place, where an exchange of information would be discreet. But it was far from that. The man who contacted him in Amnesty Bay had not been very specific. He just precised that someone in Gotham had critical information regarding a threat to him, and Atlantis. The fact that this man had brought with him destroyed remnants of Atlantean military technology was sufficient to force Arthur's decision. Within hours, he traveled to Gotham and now was here, making his way within the crowd to reach the counter.<br><br>He placed the kraft paper bag in the pocket of his large coat and called the barman strongly enough to silence the people next to him.<br><strong>"ALE!..." </strong><br>And as he was being offered a large pint of the said Ale, Arthur added:<br><strong>"Hey, anyone asked for an Arthur C..."</strong><br><br>Cyborg irruption in the middle of the bar rendered Arthur silent. Vic emerged from a red tunnel without warning, instantly creating a void around him, forcing the people amassed in the bar to move away.<br><br><strong>"Alright, tell whoever I was here." </strong>Arthur said, before joining Cyborg.<br><strong><br>"I guess this can't wait right ?"</strong> Arthur asked. Victor simply replied with a smile.<br><br>&lt;Wayne's Manor&gt;<br><br>Arthur materialized within the meeting room of Bruce Wayne's household.<br>His eyes quickly adapted, as the rest of his senses, leaving a crowded environment for a very silent one.<br>Arthur immediately recognized Bruce, Barry, and Diana, offering them a nod. And then he scanned the rest of the guests. His hand plunged into the side of his coat, searching for the bottle, without success. He turned and looked at Cyborg, who was negatively shaking his head. Arthur rolled his eyes, and kept circling the room, until he finally leaned his back against one wall of the large and richly decorated room.<br>He had not really been in contact with some of the other people gathered there, so he kept his distances regarding them.<br>Finally Diana spoke and revealed what she had learned from her research regarding disturbances in nature and recent conflicts that have been rising.<br><br>Arthur took in the deduction the Amazon did, and stayed silent for a while. Vandal Savage seemed to be someone with a history of crime and who was gifted in creating chaos. Arthur wondered whether this informant he was supposed to meet in the Cauldron was going to offer a confirmation of Diana's own research or if it was about something else. <br>The times ahead were about to darken again.<br><br><strong>"If Le Fey has been killed, that means Savage has found a way to conceal and use her powers to his advantage...I guess there should be some sort of signature we can detect when such a power is deployed ?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>22-05-2019, 20:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna, Lucifer, Kori<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br><br>John took in the situation as the two new comers talked, made threats, and flirted. Really the only sour puss here seemed dot be Zatanna! Which was probably his fault given he’d put her in this situation. Once more John realized the folly of the whole thing. Here he was trying to be a hero, trying to fulfill an old role that didn’t yet exist. Zatanna was always the heart and soul of the team and he the weekend hero. <br><br>So what was he doing here? <br><br>He supposed he’d found a family in the team, in being part of something. His mind flashed back to his memories of Z, Swamp Thing, Wonder Woman, and Deadman. Despite his general lack of emotions to other people he smiled. It was a happy memory, one he didn’t know he treasured until right now in this moment. <br><br>When had he become so… human? <br><br>“If I can interject,” John said watching the alien flare up a plasma bolt. “Manners go a long way. I understand everyone’s tough and powerful but shooting at my lovely wall is a fast way to get a magical boot up the ass.” <br><br>He reached out grabbing one of the powerful talismans keeping the portal up and looking at them both. He weighed the option, trying to decide if they were really good or not. His gut was telling him they were sly if anything, and that was either good or bad depending on the situation they found themselves in. <br><br>“Alright,” He finally said tugging the talisman from it’s place. There was a faint rumble and then a pop as the magical force field dissipated. “So! Now that we’re all friends I have some questions to ask. Think of it like a interview I guess. This really only applies to our new pianist friend. Aliens are covered by a different department.” <br><br>Specifically the DEO, not that he knew how to get in contact with him. Bat’s might but John wasn’t about to read out to him unless he needed to. John felt no reason to throw the girl under the buss, even if she did threaten to set fire to his home or something to that effect. <br><br>With a snap of his fingers they were in another room of the house, a large dining hall with enough space for the man’s piano. Like some kind of magical school of witch craft and wizardy platters of food appeared for them to eat. Th hearth flared to life, crackling with blue fire as John poured himself a goblet of wine. When he poured their cups filled as well. <br><br>“I think this is better for everyone involved.” He remarked bringing the goblet up. “Is everyone in agreement?”<br><br>He turned to the man the one he'd been trying to figure out in the first place. <br><br>"An answer for an answer," He agreed with a nod of his head. "Should we flip a coin to see who goes first? Then again I suppose with the two of us that would just lead to some very interesting cheating and sleight of hand work. I noticed your general lack of pleasure in the cage I put you in so I suppose I should apologize for that as well. To be fair though when you came the omens spelled bad news, then good news, then gave a supernatural shrug. I have to applaud you on that, I've yet to see someone produce such a... variety."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>23-05-2019, 03:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham? ---&gt; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy <strong>Number</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Well now, wasn't this nice? No need for savagery and brutality, they were all sophisticated folks, were they not? He had to admit to a minor piece of disappointment when neither the bit of rough or the suave young lady picked up on the blatant hint in the song he was playing - really, how much more obvious did he have to be in order to drop a clever little hint? Humans could be so slow sometimes - but that was a momentary disappointment that he let go of really rather quickly. When you were as old as he was, it was easy to collect grudges and hold onto them for inordinate amounts of time, but he'd learned long ago to pick his battles. If he spent the entirety of his life remembering whenever anybody did something even vaguely irritating and plotting revenge, why, he'd never get anything else done! He could be vindictive when he wanted to be - and <em>how</em> - but he reserved that portion of his attentions for people who had actually, truly earned it. After all, what was the point in an immortal going after a Mortal businessman who'd bumped into him in the street? It was rude, yes, but that was like crushing a blade of grass beneath your boot. Far too easy, too safe, too boring and ultimately a waste of whatever little time it took to do it. <br><br>He would just expend more energy than the satisfaction he would gain from doing it, so...<em>Ce la vie.</em> Now, this young man and his companion - Zatanna, he heard, and the name did indeed sound familiar...though he couldn't place where he'd heard of her before, he'd <em>definitely</em> heard of her, which just piqued his interest; she had a reputation amongst magic users and magical beasts alike in this universe, so he heard...which of course, fit with her magical prowess and the power required to even so much as <em>summon</em> him in the first place - were treading on thin ice. They'd summoned him against his will and imprisoned him. Two strikes. Three strikes, and they would find out how vindictive the (former) King of Hell could be. He sighed softly as he tickled at his keys. Of course, Koriand'r was mad at him too; he hadn't misled her at all, but she obviously felt a little bit betrayed and suspicious right now, and as much as it would be amusing...at that moment, her anger was best directed at the two magicians in their midst rather than him. He didn't want to have to kill all three of them. That would put a bit of a damper on his night, if he was perfectly honest. <br><br>He lifted an eyebrow as he glanced towards Koriand'r, offering her a conciliatory smile. The barrier disappeared - how much was due to him and how much was due to her was unclear, but he didn't much care as long as that annoying barrier was dealt with - just as he began to speak. <strong>"Peace, my dear. These two fine sorcerers used their abilities to summon me. I didn't have much choice in the matter, hence the business being somewhat urgent. I merely brought you along because I'd rather have you by my side than alone in an ocean of strangers...especially considering your unique circumstances. We can speak more on it later, however; it's rude to bicker in front of company."</strong> He lifted a playful, teasing eyebrow at her once more. Obviously, the Australian government was still looking for her. Until he could think of a way to get her into the limelight and announce her to the public in a way that would tie the military's hands, he wasn't taking any risks with her wellbeing. She was far too interesting to turn over to the human agencies, after all! His gaze lingered for a moment, before turning back to the two sorcerers as the house shifted, and he felt Reality momentarily warping around them. <br><br>Now <em>that</em> was a surprise. They seemed to be within the same space, but a different location within it, now a larger room with what appeared to be far more fitting decor for entertaining guests. Was this human that powerful that he could warp Reality at a moments notice? He had thought that only exceptionally powerful individuals in this universe had that power, but...no. No, there was something off about the way he did it. The power didn't emanate from him, it seemed, it was more akin to a manipulation of the energy around him. So...it was this place. This house. It was a place of great magical power and it responded to his voice and his commands. Intriguing. He hadn't built the place himself, of course - it felt too old for that - but he had come into possession of it, which made him far more dangerous on this turf. He'd have to be careful, if this devolved into a fight. He could handle it, but the house would not be an <em>easy</em> opponent to defeat if it had a clever owner. <br><br>Of course, the fact that he didn't seem to be asking any questions...well, it gave Lucifer one hell of an opening to begin events. Or simply keep him talking long enough to avoid giving out any information. <strong>"Ah yes. Divination. I'm a complicated man, you see, and Divination is far too...black and white to truly understand my nuances."</strong> he chuckled softly, still playing Sympathy For The Devil languidly on his piano. <strong>"I suppose that I'll go first, since the lovely young lady has so readily offered her name."</strong> He fixed the man with a curious gaze. <strong>"Who are you? And I do not just mean your name. Who are you to this world? To this universe? Who <em>is</em> the man standing before me in a ragged coat and scruffy hair, in a place of power strong enough to drag <em>me</em> across the planet?"</strong> That was really the salient point. He wanted him to be honest...before he revealed his own identity. Assuming, of course, that that was what he asked. He'd like to keep playing with him, if possible, but being coy was beginning to bore him. Perhaps it was time that he was more upfront with who and what he was, and why the numerous casual threats that the man had made were laughable in their emptiness. The man and woman before him were strong...but they weren't <em>that</em> strong. Of that, he was quite certain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>23-05-2019, 10:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CmE90qQ.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Tailing Barry Allen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured above<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Caitlin now at full attention as she looked back and forth from Arthur and Diana for a moment at the mention of Vandal Savage. Scratching her chin briefly while deep in thought. "I believe I have heard that name before, Well at least It was brought up a time or two, I can't put my finger on who I heard it from or where I am certain though it rings a bell. Perhaps you have a complete detailed dossier on the man So I can look over and study it?" Caitlin asked curiously not trying to be rude or step on anyone's toes so to speak as she was being here was one of those lucky but unlucky situations she finds herself in from time to time. "I believe it was the blonde time ship Captain Oliver Queen used to... shag, You slipping Caity, You're slipping! Oh Caity! You're not quietly checking out Barry are you? I do believe you are!" Killer Frost would chime in from somewhere out in left field. Caitlin's fair complected cheeks flushing taking on a soft rose petal pink hue as she blushed at Killer Frost's outburst. <br><br><br>Caitlin slide down in her chair momentarily forgetting all about posture, or the effects practicing bad posture like this could lead to. Dropping her face into her hands shaking her head. "Uhm Well... Soooo sorry about Killer Frost, She literally as a mind all her own! And boy sometimes I really wish that wasn't the case... But yea anyway... about that Dossier?" Caitlin asked chuckling nervously now fidgeting in her seat feeling perhaps a bit awkward and maybe even a bit embarrassed by her head's Co-inhabitant's comments and her blatant lack of seriousness in light of the situation. She would then let her eyes trail off as she continued to ponder on the Vandal Savage person trying to remember who and where..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>24-05-2019, 12:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/gal-gadot-for-cool-ray-collection-2017-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Bedroom, Manor-Foyer, Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Diana Prince civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (Directly), Flash/Barry Allen (Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Arthur stated if Vandal Savage had indeed killed Morganna Le Fey and was using her magic then perhaps their was a way to trace her. Diana nodded and turned towards the handsome King of Atlantis. "Indeed. I have located several places in Gotham City where magical beings dwell. Perhaps one of them wold be willing to help us in exchange for something. I think between us we could Russell up some material means." She was of corse talking about Bruce`s Billions and her own wealth she had obtained over the years, many precious artefact's had ended up in her possession during her time in Mans World. Killer Frost stated she had heard the name Vandal Savage Before as well. "He is indeed to be known and to be feared. We should never presume anything we've heard about him to be neither false nor a lie. Legend has it he is immortal, bloodthirsty and devious. Surely the arrival of Superman and the League itself would be seen as a battle cry to him. He has a thirst for violence and through the centuries' he has taken on the guise of many of the worlds most bloody tyrant's. Gengas Kharn, Jack The Ripper and Rasputin, three of his most notorious Aliases. He was heavily involved in World War 2 influencing Hitler and the Vietnam War.&nbsp; Recently he has been operating in North Korea and before that Iraq. We cannot underestimate him, if he has secured the powers of a witch then we should be even more concrenred." Diana said as she cleared her throat. Maybe this was a personal vendetta for her, she had wanted to cross paths with Savage for some time now, she despised him and everything he stood for, she wanted to bring him down, to stop him (by any means necessary) and she knew with the League`s help she could do that. She turned towards Bruce, he was still their team leader and the best strategist on the squad. "Bruce. Shall I take a small team into Gotham to try and recruit some magical aid? What do you think is the best corse of action?" She trusted Bruce to make the best decision's going forward. He lead with his head and not with his heart which at times had been her own personal failing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2019, 15:47:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://insidepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Milestone-Icon-and-Rocket-banner-e1508071524981.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Augustus Freeman IV / Icon<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Killer Frost, Cyborg, Barry Allen, WW, Batman, Aquaman, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Augustus listened to the exiled Princess, he was not smitten with her as most men were, but he couldn't help but to admire the view like any red blooded man.&nbsp; He heard her worlds and made his mind focus on those he had encountered.&nbsp; Why did he know this man?&nbsp; He made it a point to stay out of the limelight following the last war he had been involved in.&nbsp; It didn't do much for him to remain invisible saving those that he could and at other times staying out of trouble or out of the fights...it didn't serve him well.&nbsp; His people were no better for his take on violence and he now wanted to do something different since his last focused plan obviously didn't work at all.&nbsp; Yet taking up with this new league seemed to bring a whole other set of problems.&nbsp; Some that were not known were he not at this higher inner circle.&nbsp; The fate of the world was in the balance and he was someone that could help.&nbsp; It made him not feel too good about his presence or position as he thought of having been able to help long before now...and didn't.<br><br>He had helped a few...legally but this would be on a much grander scale and those where he lived would have been so much further along....so now he had to try to forgive himself and move on for being so selfish in not making waves and do something about it.<br><br>"So Vandal may have killed a witch of legend and stolen her powers and we are to believe he is not intent on taking over the world or is our priority tracking him down?&nbsp; Yes by all likelihood..yeah I can probably vouch for his longevity but if that is the cause then why have we not gotten rid of him?"&nbsp; He asked but then it came to they might very well have been working on rumor.&nbsp; He wasn't a fan of killing but he was willing when it called for it.&nbsp; He believe dealing with the problem and having new problems not the same re-occurring ones.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive me if I am speaking out of turn...what is the plan then since I am the new kid on the block so to speak?"&nbsp; He didn't sit preferring to stand.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">out of costume</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyODcwMDk5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQyNDIwNw@@._V1_UY317_CR16,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>25-05-2019, 01:59:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Lounge Clothes<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone (Co-Gm Post)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>While his lip threatened to curl at the thought of magic he understood the need for more information. Theirs was a world still coming to terms with the whole concept of magic. Very recently their was a major event in Philadelphia. He had his people checking on it still but by all accounts it was a major incident involving a super hero group known as the “Shazam Family”. Funny enough it was Clark of all people who made first contact, though he wasn’t willing to say what that contact was like over the phone. Course Bruce wouldn’t be BATMAN if he didn’t due his due diligence and vet the new comer. <br><br>“I have a couple of stones we can turn over in the form of magic.” Bruce remarked speaking up as Diana asked him for guidance. “One in Gotham and one that’s a bit harder to track down. Instead of a whole league presence I think I’ll make some calls and see about bringing one of them in.” <br><br>He regarded everyone and sucked in a breath. “We’ve got a lot going on. Clark’s wedding is in a week and there’s been a resurgence of Meta Human reports.&nbsp; Everyone of them’s a potential ally as much as a potential enemy. The world’s still recovering from the danger Steppenwolf put us in. Now more than ever we need to be seen as incorruptible. Some of you have only just been recruited while others of you were there for the very beginning. If you’re here though, it means you’ve fought the good fight. You understand the mission. Even if sometimes that mission gets construed.” He gave a subtle glance over at Selina before clearing his throat. <br><br>“The thing we lack right now,” Bruce remarked looking over them all. “Is a place to train ourselves and that is going to effect us long term. So many of us have never worked together or even worked together as a team for that matter. I’m looking into it but for now the training area in the batcave will have to do. It’s only got enough space for hand to hand combat training but myself and Diana will teach anyone who feels they need basic self defense.” <br><br>He regarded them all. “I suggest everyone make a point to stay here at least two days out of the week. Gives us a chance to build a dialogue with each other. Consider tonight a meet and greet. If you haven’t talk to someone do so. That’s uh, that’s an order.” He told them before turning it back over to Diana.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2019, 15:24:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/gal-gadot-for-cool-ray-collection-2017-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Bedroom, Manor-Foyer, Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Diana Prince civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (Directly), Flash/Barry Allen (Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>The Amazon looked towards Augustus Freeman who otherwise was known as Icon. He was relatively new to the League but offered great power. They had wanted to open up the doors to new members after the battle with Stephan Wolf but she knew that Bruce had very high standards that needed to be met for inclusion. Bruce had trust issues to say the least, given some of the history that Alfred had filled her in on it wasn't like he was without good reason for it. She knew Bruce was worried any of them could turn at any time and become a threat to the world at large. Diana had friends turn on her in the past as well, the most notable been Barbara Norris who had become the villainess the Cheetah in the 1980s. That was a confrontation which still haunted her to this very day. Icon asked why they hadn't gotten rid of Vandal Savage sooner and if infact the best course of action was to get rid of him *More permantly* Diana herself had killed enemies' in battle since she arrived in Mans World during the first world war. But she wasn't sure she wanted her friends to be stained with the blood of their enemies. She looked over at Cyborg and Flash in particular, they were younger and far more innocent and as a result Diana wanted to protect them from such a choice. If it came to it she herself would take down Savage, she could live with the consequence's of that, she was a warrior, a soldier born and she knew what the cost of taking a life meant. She looked over to Bruce to see what he, as leader, would say to Icons very direct an blunt question. They shared knowing look and it was Diana who spoke first on this matter. "We will do whatever is necessary to protect the innocent." She said with an all knowingness in her voice, Diana understood the gravity of the situation and always did. She had seen into the hearts of men and seen both the good and the bad, from all accounts of Vandal he was the purest of evils. <br><br>Bruce said as a team they needed to train and he was offering the Manson as a place for them to do that, it made sense and was a smart move.&nbsp; There was plenty of rooms for Icon, Flash, Aquaman and Killer Frost to stay if they needed to. He said that they had a couple of leads to follow up in terms of the magical circles in Gotham and Diana nodded and stood by his side. "Perhaps you and I should investigate those leads ourselves. Give the others time to get to know each other and enjoy one of Alfreds meals. Unless you need to speak with Damien and Barbara? I saw they were both standing in the lobby before we started this meeting. That was Damien and Barbara wasn't it?" She said in reference to the two young people she had seen with Alfred. Perhaps Robin and Batgirl were to join the League as well, but if Bruce needed time with his protégées she was more then capable of following up on these magical leads in the city on her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>25-05-2019, 16:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna / Constantine / Lucifer / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>It seemed to Koriand’r that the dark-haired woman was equally losing her patience with the whole ordeal, and though she couldn’t understand what sounded to her like a whole new language – one that was entirely different to the three she had learned so far, and therefore one she might be interested in adding to her growing repertoire; she could tell by the way that she carried herself that she didn’t much care for the conversation as it was. An ally, perhaps, if only she’d completed eradicated the force-field before she departed. The golden alien looked to the flickering and fading barrier, but to her disappointment, the departing woman hadn’t turned it off entirely. <em>Zatanna Zatara</em>… her green eyes narrowed at the woman’s back as she stoically watched her retreat with the clacking of heels. Perhaps not quite an ally after all? However, if logic was to be followed, then the rising voice of the haughty male told her that maybe he was to blame for the lingering shield. <br><br><em>Manners?</em> The look on Koriand’r’s face could easily be excused for confusion, but actually it was an incredulous look of slightly pompous reasoning. Clearly this individual was not very experienced with more universal beings, who unlike her, would happily shoot first and ask questions later. It once again screamed to her of how primitive these Earthlings were, and how they still had much to learn in order to be on par with the rest of the Galaxy. X’hal help them if ever they encountered a force as strong as the Citadel Empire. <em>A magical boot up the arse?</em> Her frowning brows deepened a notch, taking the expression far too literally. Was it supposed to be a threat? Eyes narrowed whilst her lips puckered thoughtfully. How big was this ‘boot’, exactly? Either way, that did not sound very comfortable. <br><br>Fortunately, she wouldn’t need to find out. As soon as the man removed the final countermeasure that seemed to be keeping the barrier intact, Koriand’r allowed herself to relax. Acknowledging Lucifer’s voice then, she glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes still blazing with her emotional energy. His sentiments however, along with the calm explanation, succeeded in soothing the last inch of frustration she felt, so that the energy in her palm dimmed completely, along with her flame-tipped hair. To hear him admit that he’d rather have her at his side then leave her to the company of strangers, softened her expression with a more appreciative smile. Before she could respond beyond that though,&nbsp; a sudden <em>*click*</em> – which she was used to hearing whenever <em>Lucifer</em> snapped his fingers – abruptly contorted and changed her immediate surroundings, and a wide-eyed Koriand’r realised she had once again been transported to another location. A table, food – which she was immediately hesitant to eat, goblets which miraculously filled all by themselves, and a hearth of <em>blue</em> flames. How extraordinary! Once she’d taken stock of her new location, she looked back and forth between each of the three individuals, and that’s when her brain grasped for a more logical explanation. <em>Ah!</em> These ‘Sorcerers’, as Lucifer had called them, had very similar powers to him, so did that mean Lucifer was a ‘Sorcerer’ too? The explanation seemed to fit, for now, but one thing at least, was certain; that together, these ‘Sorcerers’ were making her feel ten times more the alien that she already was. For now though, she reasoned that it was probably best to acquiesce to their strange ways and inexplicably otherworldly powers. She had come to Planet Earth to learn, after all, which meant being open to surprises and new experiences. Her current situation fulfilled all the criteria, and she’d be a fool not to take advantage of this opportunity. <br><br>Leaving the two males to their game of ‘question and answer’, the golden alien took a moment to inspect the table. Picking up one of the goblets, she held it up first, inspecting the bottom, before taking a quietly discreet sniff of the liquid contents within. It smelled fruity and tangy, like the red wine served at Lux, so she took a hesitant sip and immediately approved of the sweet taste. Next, she approached the fireplace – the men still exchanging words – and rested her goblet on top of the ledge as she inspected the blue flames. Did they burn as hot as <em>real</em> fire? Perhaps not a good idea to check… Instead, she caught sight of the dark-haired woman and, with renewed curiosity, approached her with a naturally alluring, unforced sway to her full hips. <br><br><strong>“You spoke a very strange tongue, Zatanna Zatara.”</strong> The incredibly tall alien announced as she approached, until she stopped at barely an arm’s distance away from the woman, whose name she’d already committed to memory. <strong>“Was it the language of Sorcerers?”</strong> She continued to enquire, whilst staring uncompromisingly into the woman’s green eyes. <em>Hmm...</em> The alien thoughtfully canted her head slightly. She had not seen the woman’s eyes change colour like Lucifer’s did, whenever he performed his ‘magic’. Time to test her theories then.<br><br><strong>“<acronym title="do you understand this?">Gae esaeu uthabbiedoth yiz?”</acronym></strong> The tongue of Demons, the supposedly forbidden language she had learned from Lucifer, who’d also warned her <em>not</em> to speak in the company of Humans, purposefully escaped her as she stared intently at the woman. Koriand'r of course, had no idea what connotations the demonic language might have. She only wished to see if the woman hailed from the same 'ilk' as Lucifer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 01:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Lounge Clothes<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Diana<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br><br>Bruce couldn’t deny that he wanted to spend more time with Diana alone. His htoughts kept straying back to her, the time they talked before the battle with Steppenwolf taking up the most real estate in his mind. There was a connection there, a connection he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to explore that. If she kept floating ideas like this out he was going to have a hard time telling her no. <br><br>This time he was, not because he didn’t want to go with her but because he felt the training of those without any formal combat training was more important. One couldn’t just rely on abilities and over whelming might to fight someone more powerful than them. Even just some basics in the art of hand to hand combat would go a long way if something were to come at them. Besides he knew enough about magic to know dropping in was never the best idea strictly speaking. <br><br>“Let me arrange to see Constantine and Zatanna tomorrow,” He told her reaching out to touch her shoulder. “For now… the only one capable of whipping our troops into a halfway decent fighting force is the Amazonian Warrioress who helped beat Steppenwolf and conquered Ares!” <br><br>His head moved to her lips as he leaned in to tell her something. “Maybe after you and I can have a private dinner tonight?” He asked hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 15:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The House of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> John, Lucifier and Koriand’r<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"Careful, not all mortals can handle hearing that tongue. That is a powerful language, second to the Angelic tongue in many ways. Naming the wrong things in it can draw their attention and as I said it can seriously harm the weak minded." Zantanna was surprised that the woman could speak it so clearly and not known the consequences of speaking it like she was ordering from a take out menu.&nbsp; <br><br>She had watched Koriand’r’s approach and knew that however alien she might be that men, and some women, would be attracted to her. Beautiful and so self assured, Zantanna knew she liked what she saw. Her presence would make for an amazing stage magician, too bad she was too tall for Zantanna to use as an assistant on stage given how Koriand’r towered over her. If she could learn the game, stage magic and how to read an audience, Zantanna would be out of a career. Not that she’d throw Koriand’r out of bed for eating crackers, years of stage work and the occasional sexual magic rite, usually with John, had made her appreciate a lot more than she had when she was last in Gotham chasing the obsessed billionaire. <br><br>”Sorry about the spell, we were just looking for some way to protect reality, and apparently Future John Constantine is as cryptic as present John..... She turned as the song changed and paled. Sympathy for the Devil, Stairway to Heaven. The stranger was putting it all out there to anyone with a sense of music, and of course John was still trapped in the 80’s London Punk scene when he’d played lead for his silly band Mucus Membrane or whatever. John Constantine, the Constant Man, the mage who walked the serendipity path, might have just bitten off more than he could chew. She pulled a card from her costume pocket as set it beside a pen<br><br>”!moor siht ni lla fo seman nevig eht etirw neP” The pen jumped up and wrote out a list of given names. <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Zantanna Zatarra, Magi, Mistress of the Mystic Arts</li><li>Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran </li><li>John Constantine, The Constant Man, Mage of Serendipity</li><li>L..</li></ul><br>The list cut off as the pen, an 300 dollar montblanc left by her father imploded with a soft bang.<br><br>”oh..fuck me.” Suddenly she needed something a lot stronger than her glass of wine. Preferably on the other side of reality. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 18:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/slkDwct.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Barry Allen/The Flash<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flash Costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Barry for the most part had remained silent, giving a brief nod towards Arthur when Victor had teleported him in before listening to Diana start talking, only to sit up straight at the mention of Vandal Savage but before he could say anything, Caitlin spoke up, claiming that she had heard the name but couldn't remember from where, which was strange considering the fact he distinctly remembered squaring off against that guy before. Then again the Legends were the ones that had ended up finishing that fight if he remembered correctly so maybe they altered the timeline in doing so and erased the events from their lives, which would explain why Caitlin could only vaguely remember him. Sometimes being able to remember events that no longer happened was a confusing pain in ass.<br><br>Brought out of his thoughts and before he could say anything however, Killer Frost spoke up, calling out Caitlin’s poor memory before making a comment about her checking him out, which caused him to blush and shake his head “She’s kidding, she’s kidding.” The speedster chuckled before glancing at the woman next to him “Now is not the time for jokes KF.” He muttered quietly to her, addressing the colder half of his friend.<br><br>Quickly wanting to get back on topic he glanced over at Diana “As for this Vandal Savage guy, I know him...well I don't mean know him, know him like we're best buds or anything but know him as in I've squared off with him before with Oliver Queen and the Legends…or at least I think I did…well I know I did but it’s possible in this timeline I didn’t but I did cos I remember the punching and the kicking and the…” he started rambling before cutting himself off and shaking his head “….It’s a whole time travel/timeline thing doesn’t matter, point is I know this guy and he was pretty bad news so if he’s up to something then we have a serious problem. So what's the plan? Do we have a plan? Because he was a tough dude to bring down last time and that was before he started stealing other witches powers so I really hope we have a plan.” He said before letting out as nervous chuckle and taking the last bite of the last slice of pizza he had brought with him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 04:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CmE90qQ.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor meeting room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured above<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Open.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>"Barry, are you blushing, or did your skin start changing colors like a chameleon?" Killer Frost chuckled. Caitlin Sighed heavily. "Seriously Frost now is not the time for your fooling around!" Caitlin said with a loud huff crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. She listened to Barry finish talking. She pondered a long hard moment, She drifted into a deep state of concentration. "So we are sure this is magic? and not some Meta with abilities that mimic magic?" She asked inquisitively.She pulled out her lap top and powered it on. "Mister Wayne, you have Wi-fi here right?"&nbsp; She asked curiously not that it was required but it would sure have to be faster than the mobile hotspot she was currently using. She typed away quickly at her keyboard. She was using a new algorithm She and Cisco had been working with to help narrow down searches of metas by known abilities. "Not finding anything that matches... Would it be possible to access the Bat Computer database to improve search perimeters?" She continued working away at the laptop not looking up as she spoke. <br><br>"It is not uncommon for a Meta-human to manifest multiple abilities, some even have tree like abilities. Others have been known to actively evolve." She gave a nod as she continued speaking eyes glued to her screen as she worked. She hummed softly to herself for a moment. "Perhaps Meta-Tech that mimics magic? Remember the Girl could use her phone to bend reality, Barry?" Caitlin would not rule out any possibilities until she was a hundred percent sure it was absolutely not relevant to what was going on. She went silent seemingly getting lost deeper into her work though she was actively listening to the others so she didn't miss nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 16:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://akm-img-a-in.tosshub.com/indiatoday/images/story/201901/aquaman_0.jpeg?uPlT67nWmps4ekiwyRUZWUDfBeixfJP4) </div><br><hr><strong>Character name:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 1st of May, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne's manor, Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> pictured<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Diana/Wonder Woman, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Barry Allen/Flash, Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, Victor Stone/Cyborg, Augustus Freeman IV/Icon, Open tag<br><strong>Warning: </strong>none<br><hr><br>Arthur sighed upon hearing the multiple opinions expressed. <br>If he agreed that there were many hypotheses leading to many possible conclusions regarding the cases Diana had talked about, the hesitations appearing in the meeting room of Wayne's manor was their worst enemy.<br><br>Steppenwolf nearly won against the League, because he benefited from the fact that they lacked training, or the knowledge of each others capacities. <br>In that regard, with Savage being a comparable -if not bigger- threat, Arthur agreed with the fact that the members of the JLA, older or more recent ones, had to work as a whole. Training, discussing, weaving relationships, was part of forming such a bond.<br>However, Arthur's responsibility was to Atlantis as well. He'll have to inform his people about the consequences of facing Vandal Savage, eventually gather guidance from his counselors and reinforcement from his people.<br><br>He said:<br><strong>"The hesitation I see here, is not something that will help us. I trust Diana and her intuition enough to believe in the threat Vandal Savage and...or, Le Fey constitutes. The events that unfolded until now show that Savage's plan is well thought, and already set in motion. He will not hesitate to push forward, and we cannot afford struggling on how to react."</strong><br><br>After a brief pause, he added :<br><br><strong>"To me this is pretty simple. None of us are well versed on magic, but from what I understood, Savage is not a specialist either. He relies on Le Fey powers. So, with the help of Bruce's friends, we'll hopefully locate where the source of Savage’s power is... Meanwhile, training, and getting to know each others is key. We may even have to intervene to stop the disturbances caused by Savage, and Diana talked about them earlier. As a team, not as individuals. Once Savage and his source of power are found, I am pretty convinced that all the brains in this room will set a plan to confront Savage. Still, he is not the priority. I think the focus has to be his source of power. So we're going to need magical users on scene, to have Le Fey's magic depleted, its consequences on mankind stopped ... while he is weaker we'll get Savage."</strong><br><br>It was how they were able to defeat Steppenwolf, first by cutting off the power from the Mother Boxes, and then by taking care of the New God. At that time though, Arthur was not King of Atlantis, and did not possess the support of his people, nor Atlan's trident, and the abilities it granted.<br><br><strong>"The only problem here is the timing. With Red cape's wedding, we may have to do this without him..."</strong> he shrugged <strong>"This will be interesting..."</strong><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 18:49:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham, Wayne Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Arthur, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"I like how the hairy man thinks. Selina said with a smile. She hopped down off of where she was sitting and moved towards Arthur. She examined him closely. "You really think everyone is this room can work as a cohesive unit? I have my purrsonal doubts about it.. but I suppose we will just have to wait and see.. but by that time it will be too late to accommodate for short comings. Selina purred squinting as she tossed a glance at Damian. "The bigger question is, can people put aside purrsonal differences to work together successfully?" She did not hesitate to make her concerns known. Selina was well versed in reading body language and she sensed some tension between Bruce and his Son earlier.<br><br>Selina turned and rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "It looks like people are going to have to bury some hatchets, let by gones be by gones.... and suck it up a little to make this work... But if Bruce is still the take charge kinda guy he was 10 years ago...then the world may stand a chance... She turned to Victor. "When you have a moment.. Can we speak?" She asked curiously with all this talk of magic, and timelines maybe there was something with this that had caused all this chaos for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 00:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/gal-gadot-for-cool-ray-collection-2017-7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Bedroom, Manor-Foyer, Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Diana Prince civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman/Bruce Wayne (Directly), Flash/Barry Allen (In-Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (In-Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (In-Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Bruce said he wanted Diana to train this New Team, given her Amazon background and the fact she was a skilled fighter (As well as a Demi Goddess). Diana nodded and looked towards her new recruits. "Very well Bruce. We can rain tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I want to see what you can do individually in the field and then we will take some basic fighting sessions. The three of you are incredibly powerful individually but as a unit you would be unstoppable." She turned towards Victor Stone as well. He was always holding back, afraid of what he was and the power that coursed through his very veins, but Diana saw a heroes heart in him the moment she met and she didn't want him hiding in the shadows any longer. She wanted the world to see what a magnificent hero Cyborg was and for him to believe it as well. "Victor, I want you to join us too. I know you're working on the Brother I project for Bruce but I want you to get used to suing youre Boom Tubes as a teleporter during combat. I know youv sparred here with Barry but I want to see how you fair against Doctor Snow and Augustus." She offered him a warm and reassuring smile. "I for now will research the last known whereabouts' of Vandal Savage to see if we can determine where his wherbouts may be." She turned in a way and towards Bruce. "Dinner at Eight this evening Bruce?" She lightly touched his shoulder and gave him a cheecky wink before spinning around to face the other four heroes. "Bright and Early tomorrow. We meet outside the mansion at 07;00 hours." She then left the room and went back to her studies in the main Library as she searched for the Tryant Vandal Savage. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/68/11/c3/6811c354754825758c6b55f0256ebef2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday 2nd of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Manor, Outisde Gardens<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wonder Woman armour<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Flash/Barry Allen (In-Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (In-Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (In-Directly) Cyborg (In-Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Diana stood on the hilltop looking down at Wayne Manor. She was dressed in her *Wonder Woman* armour, the armour of her people, the armour she stole from her mother when she went off to join Steve Trever fight in World War 1 so many years ago. The world had changed so much since then, and not always for the better, but Diana believed in the League, the Age of Heroes she called it and she was finally at peace with who she was. Diana had lost her way but it took Bruce Wayne to help her finde it again. Bruce was her closest ally and friend here, when they met they had an instant connection, a attraction Diana hadn't felt since Steve. Last night she and Bruce became intermit, it was her first sexual experience in decades and it had been long overdue, they had been like animals, tearing off each others clothes and giving into a heated lust. Bruce was no mere mortal and last knight he showed her how he had withstood twenty years of onslaught in Gotham as the Dark Knight. His stamina was incredible and the fact he could keep up with her, the daughter of Zeus, was amazing. Diana herself was still shell shocked it had finally happened, it wasn't planned at all but suddenly it was happening an it felt so natural. She had been flirting with him since they met and he had right back at her, but they always kept it professional for the sake of the team. But these feelings Diana had for him only intensified when she moved into the mansion and left New York. But they did have a responsibility to the League and to the world, and getting romantically involved could&nbsp; complicate things. This morning Bruce was almost cold towards her, maybe he regretted it already?&nbsp; Diana made her mind up she wouldn't let it bother her, she could be professional and detached as he could be, Amazons weren't as hung up on sex as the inhabitants of Mans World were and even though Diana had spent many decades here she was still an Amazon at heart. She wouldn't want to be a distraction ore to compromise Bruce in any way, so despite who magnificent their encounter was last night, she would understand if it was a *one off* as it were and she would leave it in the past. Over the horizon she could see her teammates&nbsp; about to join her. Flash and Cyborg she knew well and considered them like younger *brothers* at this point but Killer Frost and Icon were new additions to the League and it was important that they learn the workings of the League and individually how they fitted into that unit.&nbsp; So Diana focussed on that, training her comrades in arms and not thinking about the passion she had last night. For such thought's would not serve her well in battle against Vandal Savage in the coming days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 05:28:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://insidepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Milestone-Icon-and-Rocket-banner-e1508071524981.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Augustus Freeman IV / Icon<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Killer Frost, Cyborg, Barry Allen, WW, Batman, Aquaman, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Augustus was on the roof sunbathing as soon as the sun came up.&nbsp; Did he need sunlight...maybe not as much as a kryptonian, but it was another energy and he let his mind meditate and drift.&nbsp; He could feel the energy of the universe cascading over him and filling him.&nbsp; Even as he sat here in the raw he wondered what he was doing.&nbsp; Why was he here?&nbsp; It was what was called the eternal question and in truth it was more than because his wayward Kryptonian brother asked him.&nbsp; He shared more with the last son of Krypton than even he wanted to admit.&nbsp; He didn't share his mentality, that all people were basically good.&nbsp; He didn't see it or believe it.&nbsp; He had grown up during a time that was the hardest for people of his skin tone and none of that had changed much, Civil war, WWI&nbsp; WWII, Vietnam, Korea,&nbsp; He had learned some hard lessons and the hardest of all...you can change people from the background.&nbsp; Just throwing money at a problem, didn't always solve the problem.&nbsp; He opened his eyes and his own brown eyes were gone, replaced by flaming suns.&nbsp; He closed his eyes once more and is dark golden orbs returned.<br><br>He stood up and dressed once more.&nbsp; He left off his cape this time as he stepped off the roof.&nbsp; He floated in the direction in which the amazon stood.&nbsp; He smirked as he alighted upon the ground.&nbsp; "Good morning, my lady."&nbsp; He said politely admiring the view, he was assured by her healthy glow that her and Mr. Wayne had enjoyed themselves the previous evening and he only stood there waiting for the others to arrive.&nbsp; &nbsp;He remembered hearing them having made dinner plans.<br><br>&nbsp;A part of him had considered redesigning his costume but this was one that was traditional for his people.&nbsp; It is something he was considering looking into later.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">out of costume</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyODcwMDk5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQyNDIwNw@@._V1_UY317_CR16,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 09:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://akm-img-a-in.tosshub.com/indiatoday/images/story/201901/aquaman_0.jpeg?uPlT67nWmps4ekiwyRUZWUDfBeixfJP4) </div><br><hr><strong>Character name:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 1st of May, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne's manor, Gotham City<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> pictured<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Attn Selina Kyle/Catwoman, Diana/Wonder Woman, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Barry Allen/Flash, Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost, Victor Stone/Cyborg, Augustus Freeman IV/Icon, Open tag<br><strong>Warning: </strong>none<br><hr><br><br>Arthur observed the reactions from the people still gathered in the Wayne Manor meeting room. He was still standing, his back resting against one wall of the large room, when he noticed a young woman who had stayed silent up to now, rising and approaching from him. She had a dark costume and approached with the grace of a feline, silently closing in and observing him as if he was mouse to a cat. The King of Atlantis noticed she was dark-haired, yet he was not too familiar with her identity or who she really was.<br>She spoke to him, while Diana was making the concluding remarks of the meeting and indicated she was agreeing on training the new recruits, along with Bruce, the next day.<br>Arthur's attention moved back from the Amazon Princess to Selina.<br><br><em>-"You really think everyone is this room can work as a cohesive unit? I have my purrsonal doubts about it.. but I suppose we will just have to wait and see.. but by that time it will be too late to accommodate for short comings."-</em><br><br>Arthur crossed his arms on his chest, and bent his face down to reply.<br><strong>"We are the light,<br>We are the night,<br>But there will be a time we'll share the hours."</strong><br><br>He indicated by moving his chin the people assembled here, their differences, the different worlds they belonged to. The night, for some of the heroes gathered here and the light for the others. It did not mean that there couldn't be any period of time where they could fight together, especially against the threat Savage and his allies represented.<br><strong><br>"Yes, you're right, even if some of us had conflicts in the past, I think we all came here for a greater purpose. In fact, there is no much choice, because trust me, our enemy is organized and already too big to fight alone. And if he wins, any quarrels that existed between us, will be the last of our concern."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 03:32:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/e8b129e387f186ad045478f8eeb0382c/tumblr_oznbglN97k1rgaid9o1_500.gif)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Victor Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Side Hall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> armor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Victor blinked in surprise when Selina asked to speak to him. Turning to her the cyborg man gave her a long look before he nodded his head. The meeting was more or less wrapping up, which meant he could go ahead and see her now if she wanted. <br><br>He rose gesturing for her to follow him as the meeting broke. He moved to one of the side halls. Everything was recently renovated so bits and piece of the dilapidated state of the whole manor could still be seen. Rain beat against the outer windows as Victor faced off against the cat burglar. <br><br>“Little surprised to see you wanting to talk to me cat,” Victor remarked shrugging his shoulders. “If it’s about what brought you here I’m not sure I can help… information flow is still new to me but I’m not well versed in theoretical science and or other dimension stuff. You’re definitely not from our Earth… I can confirm all that based on your vibrations…. But that’s the extent of what I know.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 04:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Constantine <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna, Lucifer, Kori<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>They made for a strange group, a alien, a rogue, a powerful sorceress, and… well whatever his current source of headache was. Between the rather brusque alien and her piano playing magically infused friend he felt the beginings of a headache forming. A rather sharp headache he could feel stabbing in the back of his mind. Again he couldn’t help but remind himself that THIS was what happened when you played at being a hero. This ranked up there with the time he lost his soul in the underworld from a bad hand of Gin Rummy…….<br><br>“Generally speaking,” He said as the pen was magically cleaned and the pen restored back to Zatanna's hand “Blowing up pen in a mans house is really quite rude Z.”<br><br>“I think she covered the answer to your question pretty easily.” John said rolling his shoulders. “Then again so did you. I’m a bloke in a ragged coat with a mop of blonde scruffy hair. The man with the silver tongue… I’ve charmed my way out of more situations than I can count and I’ve perfected my own unique brand of magic. It may not exist right now but I’m a member of the Justice League dark… a bad of regular freaks and monsters who protected this plane and Earth from all sorts of baddies.” <br><br>He shrugged picking up a few pieces of food and popping them into his mouth. “Now it’s just me.. or at least it will be just me for sometime…. Time can be a bitch.” <br><br>Course when you walked the paths he walked, dove into the places he dove into, and made questionable decisions in dimensions you had no place BEING in…. well time could get kind of funky. He wondered if this rogue like creature had ever dealt with anything like that.<br><br>“If either of you two are hungry I promise the foods not poisoned,” John said picking up a apple and biting into it. “I mean… some of them may have some… questionable magical ingredients but that just makes it more fun right?”<br><br>When no one immediately sat down he turned back to the other man and elephant in the room. <br><br>"I want to know who you are and what your intention are, tell me that and we can all be out of here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 06:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham? ---&gt; House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy <strong>Number</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Honestly, when it came to most mortals, Lucifer kind of tuned out after a while. For all of their attempts at being witty and clever and charming, they only ever really came across as presumptuous and even a little sad at times. All of the snark in the multiverse wasn't going to save them when The Reaper decided to come for them, after all, and depending on the universe...well, some of those personifications of death actively disliked snark and smarm. At which point, well, you were just pissing off the person who was responsible for looking after you, and that was never a good idea in any circumstance, now was it? Of course, it was rich coming from him that you should never bite the hand that feeds you, wasn't it? That was basically what he was most famous for doing. He supposed it was more that he viewed such attempts at charm as...beneath him? He could be snarky and witty, of course, but you had to pick your targets. Part of being charming was about understanding your target and how to approach them. Simply talking to everybody with that same irreverent smirk, acting as if you were old friends? That was a good tactic to keep in your arsenal, but it was like using a sledgehammer during surgery. If the only tool you have is a hammer, every problem begins to look like a nail. <br><br>But this conversation? This one right here, as much as it was beginning to bore him - the same old jokes, the same old tired attempt at familiarity to attempt to get him to lower his guard and let something slip - he had to force himself to pay attention. These two were powerful mortals. Not powerful enough to actually do anything close to killing him, but given his condition...well, it would not do to dismiss a pair of Mortals only to have them give him some amount of trouble as a result. That would just be embarrassing. So, he reluctantly paid attention and took the answers on board, registering them in that unknowable head of his. John Constantine. His tongue was far from silver - he would not compare John's wily charms to his own; that would be an insult that Lucifer would not be willing to forgive, even of himself - but he supposed it was more polished than most other Mortals. What intrigued him more than John's pithy attempts at witty one liners and faux-affable demeanour was his power. If this was Constantine, then the woman had to be Zatanna; it was the only thing that made sense, given the situation. <br><br>Constantine was a name he'd heard a great deal of even in his own Universe - an occasional dimension hopper, then - and even more so upon arriving in this one. He was feared and hated by demons in equal measure, and in his forays into Hell - professional curiosity, you understand - he'd heard more than a couple of The Triumvirate muttering some dark promises about his Soul. That in and of itself was interesting; whilst The Triumvirate of this universe was a pale echo of Lucifer himself - every universe needed to have a Hell, but having a copy of Lucifer in every universe? That was just asking for trouble - even an echo was capable of wielding cosmic powers if shaped correctly...and somehow, John Constantine had managed to get the better of him enough times that he'd taken it personally. That was a man to watch. If he had to guess, his affable demeanour was partly to get his targets to lower their guard...and partly to provoke them into action. Neither of which was going to happen to Lucifer at that moment, if he had anything to say about it. And who else would John Constantine go to for help other than Zatanna, one of the few spellcasters more powerful than himself?<br><br>He tilted his head to one side, watching with mild bemusement at the circus playing out before him...then paused, the slightest flicker of a frown appearing across his face. He felt an almost <em>pull</em> at the edge of his Cosmic Awareness, like...somebody was requesting information on him. Divination Spells always drew on their target, after all, and whilst most living beings weren't aware enough of the fabric of reality to work out when people were investigating them, he was a different matter entirely. He felt the fabric of the universe flexing a little, bending inwards, pulling his entity inwards, and he didn't like it. Oh, he could probably handle them knowing his name - it had far more power in one syllable than they did in this entire library - but it was the principle of the thing. They'd made themselves a deal, and here Miss Zatanna was, trying to cheat. He let out a soft sigh and allowed the pen to touch just a fraction of the power of the name it was trying to transcribe. He didn't destroy the pen directly; he just...gave it a nudge, as it were, and it toppled over on its own. The pen exploded in a shower of ink and shrapnel, and out of pure spite - as he felt it trying to knit itself back together, presumably under Johns influence - he atomised the remnants with a thought, rendering it irreparable. It flickered into existence for a moment in Zatanna's hand, before falling to dust across her palm. <br><br>He cast a glance over at John as he talked, then spoke calmly and evenly, his voice echoing across the small room. His fingers readjusted on the piano, and he trailed off from playing his last song and instead transitioned into something a bit more...grandiose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a11IUTiZbcQ) for the occasion. Something a bit more majestic...and whose title was a little bit more fitting than the first song he'd played. <strong>"Now now, Miss Zatanna,"</strong> he chided lightly, for the moment ignoring John's question. <strong>"John just asked the question. I know that our deal wasn't specific, but trying to <em>cheat</em> to learn my name isn't following the spirit of the game, now is it?"</strong> He hummed softly in the back of his throat. Zatanna hadn't agreed to the deal, true, but it was still bad form considering that in this equation, John and Zatanna were still obviously on the same side. He had to respect her guts, of course; if she suspected that he was a powerful demon, well, not many people tried to cheat one to his face. She was obviously in possession of more of a spine than most mortals he had met. It would be refreshing, if the attempt hadn't been so galling. <br><br>His fingers moved across the ivory as he returned his attention to John. <strong>"I believe Zatanna over there has an inkling of who I am, but I suppose I must answer you directly, in honour of our agreement. Your question could be much better worded - you have given me a great deal of wiggle room to answer without answering, you see - so that is something you should keep an eye on in future. But bad faith aside-"</strong> he glanced at Zatanna, <strong>"-I will not make myself a hypocrite today."</strong> He took a pause, taking a moment to sip another helping from his drink - levitating it towards him, then back again - before continuing. <strong>"My names and titles are myriad, I'm sure you'll understand, many of which are...far from complimentary."</strong> He allowed himself a wry smile. <strong>"I am The First Of The Divine Host, Former Commander Of The Celestial Legions, Lord Of The Fallen, The Opposer, Shai'tan and His Infernal Majesty, The King of Hell."</strong> He paused, then inclined his head to one side in a jerking, belated nod. <strong>"Formerly, at any rate. I'm retired now. Let somebody else take care of that eternal, tedious drudgery for a change."</strong> He paused and allowed the notes of his piano to die off into the ether, his hands sliding from the keys as the music drifted into silence. He stood slowly, brushing himself off and smoothing out his suit. He looked around the room as if for the first time, leaving his piano behind, before meeting John's gaze...and sketched a small bow. <strong>"Lucifer Morningstar, the original and greatest, at your service."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 13:00:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/68/11/c3/6811c354754825758c6b55f0256ebef2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday 2nd of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Manor, Outisde Gardens<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wonder Woman armour<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Flash/Barry Allen (In-Directly), KillerFrost/Catlin Snow (In-Directly), Augustus Freeman/ Icon (In-Directly) Cyborg (In-Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Diana smiled as Augustus Freeman was the first one to join her outside the manor. She had familiarised herself with the newer member's of the team, she thought it was important given they were to be out in the field together. His name was Arnus born on Terminia, he eventually joined the galactic council known as the “Cooperative”, where he was essentially a lawyer ore at least how Bruce had explained it.&nbsp; He was a moral man which boded well for the team. He had arrived to Earth and much like Krypton had found it far less civilised then what he was used to. He came to earth in 1839 on a cotton plantation. His life pod recreated his body by duplicating the DNA of the nearest life form, a slave woman. As a human infant he learned the local language and the caste system of slavery based on skin tone. He grew to love his earth mother Miriam. Arnus later discovered he had superhuman powers and immortality. He had fought Slavery, he had been part of the Harlem Resistance in the 1970s. Like Diana herself he had lived a long life here on Earth and he had seen how the world had changed, sometimes for the better and sadly, sometimes for the worse. But Diana did feel that kinmanship with him, so maybe she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. She didn't know everything about him but she was far more trustful of him then Say Killer Frost who she had her concerns about.<br><br>He called her Icon and he used his powers for good, it was clear that he was here to stay on Earth and he was a protector of it just as she was. Diana tilted her head to the left and smiled at the superpowerd warrior. "Augusts, good to see you. I hope the others are as punctual. Flash understandably has a tendency to breeze through. Cyborg is very studious and im not sure about Doctor Snow. I don't know her all to well. It was a clear distinction calling her *Doctor Snow* as apposed to her code name which she had done with the others. Diana had misgivings about Snow as she understood at times her considerable powers had gotten the best of her, but Flash vouched for her and she trusted the word of Barry Allen.&nbsp; "Anything you want to ask me Icon? Before the others arrive? About the League? About how we function?" She wanted to be completely transparent with the new members of the team and for them to feel very much included from now on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 20:15:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bruce Wayne<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 2nd of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Batcave<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Suit<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Diana (Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">For those outside organized by Wonder Woman for training.</span></em><br><br><br><br>Diana was the first to receive the call, the communicator that Bruce gave her (the one on her belt) began to beep a red alert to let her know something was going on. Waynetech’s latest and best communication software was running in all of their smart phones now. The system was adaptive thanks to an AI Bruce was working on called Brother Eye. Brother Eye detected those that were already in costume and thus had no need for secrecy that might lengthen the response time. <br><br>Diana COM bug crackled to life. <br><br>“Diana,” Bruce said his voice short. “We have a situation… we have a SUPERMAN situation.” <br><br>They’d talked about it, what might happen if something like this came to be. Even Clark himself was pragmatic since his coming back. His return led to him going temporarily mad. Even going so far as to hurt people and Bruce most of all. After coming back to his senses and defeating Steppenwolf Clark Diana, and Bruce spoke briefly about what to do if it happened again. <br><br>Bruce knew Clark now, he knew he would never do this on purpose. He would fight against anyone who tried to say other wise. Right now though the best thing they could do for Clark was stop him. <br><br>They HAD to stop him. <br><br>“Downtown Gotham,” Bruce confirmed to her. “Do you want to go ahead or should we go together?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 13:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/68/11/c3/6811c354754825758c6b55f0256ebef2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Thursday 2nd of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Gotham Wayne Manor, Outisde Gardens<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wonder Woman armour<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Batman (Directly) Flash (In-Directly), KillerFrost (In-Directly), Icon (Directly) Cyborg (In-Directly)<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Diana looked down as her belt started beeping, the comms system that Bruce gave her. His raspy voice came over the intercom. It was the first time she heard him since last night, since they crossed the line from friendship and became lovers. She was still trying to finde the peace in her mind about it. She hadn't wanted to cross that line because she feared that it would only lead to hardship and confusion. However Bruce wore her down with his charmingness and his animal magnetism, that drew her in. She respected him so much and even though he was mortal she saw him as a equal. But figuring out how they were going to navigate this romance while leading the Justice League was going to be a challenge. He said that they had a Superman situation. Suddenly the Amazon was filled with dread, Kal El was by far the most powerful member of the League. When they brought him back from the dead he had been in a aggressive state, *Pet Cemetery* as Barry had called it. He thought they were his enemies' and it wasn't until he saw his fiancée Lois Lane that he returned to his calmer self. They had fought him and he had torn them apart, Bruce, herself, Arthur, Victor and Barry. He ripped through them with his powers. Indeed they did have now metas on the team such as Augustus and Dr Snow but they had yet to fight alongside the rest of the team. "Understood Batman." Diana said as she pressed the communicator. He then asked if they go together ore if she would meet him there. "We will meet you at downtown Gotham. Im with Icon now, I don`t know where Flash, Cyborg and Killer Frost are, we were supposed to have a traning session this morning. Icon and I will fly there, it will be much quicker, Wonder Woman out." She then nodded towards Icon and then made a coutching gesture before bounding up into the air, Diana could fly, she oftern didn't but needs must in this situation. She spead across to downtown Gotham trying to get there as quickly as she physically could.<br><br>continued here] https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305262.0&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 22:59:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://insidepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Milestone-Icon-and-Rocket-banner-e1508071524981.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Augustus Freeman IV / Icon<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> WW, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>He noticed the change in her tone, he realized that sometimes relationships didn't go to well in situations like this and yet.&nbsp; If Clark could find his mate then the human and Amazonian could make it work...if they tried and if they were willing.&nbsp; He could only hope to one day, find someone willing...to try.&nbsp; He saw this as not a good thing, he wasn't Kryptonian..he was like him but they were different...their power levels were similar...but...he couldn't imagine what he would be like if he lost all control of himself.&nbsp; He and Clark were practically deity, As was Diana..so how did he take down his white brother, without destroying his new benefactor's city?&nbsp; He swallowed and closed his eyes, he breathed out slowly.<br><br>"Come my lady...destiny calls us." He said it with some amount of hope, but truth be told he saw this as a bad day...for all of them.&nbsp; With that energy flowed through him pushing him off of the ground and by the time Diana had reached her altitude, he was on her 9 o'clock.&nbsp; He knew this was not how he expected this to go...he expected to be fighting along side Clark...not against him!!!<br><br>To Be continued:&nbsp; https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305262.0 &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305262.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>07-06-2019, 01:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday 1st May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> House Of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zatanna / Constantine / Lucifer / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>The appraising manner in which the dark-haired woman looked at her as she approached, did not escape Koriand’r’s notice. There was a familiar gleam of approval in her eyes, which the alien Princess had caught countless times before. She was used to receiving such attentions, not in an arrogant or egotistical way, but simply because that was how certain cultures operated across the galaxy; especially the liberated and uninhibited Tamaraneans. Whilst she was neither insulted nor alarmed by the other woman’s gaze, it was however, further impetus for her to investigate the woman a little more thoroughly than she’d initially anticipated. In the three days since she’d occupied the planet, this was the first Human female – if she even <em>was</em> a ‘Human’ – to give her that look. It would therefore by rude <em>not</em> to indulge in a communication exchange and take advantage of the opportunity to inspect a female who clearly wasn’t afraid to stare at her in return. <br><br>What did come as a surprise to Koriand’r though, was Zatanna’s reaction to the other language she had learnt from Lucifer. She was hoping that it would bridge a gap between communication whilst solve at least one of the many puzzles surrounding her friendly host’s mysterious background. Instead, she almost felt like she was being scolded by the woman’s cautionary advice. The language was <em>dangerous</em> to mortals? <br><br><strong>“Angelic?”</strong> She echoed the one word that did not translate very well to her own culture, and altogether, the unexpected revelation turned her into a visage of equal surprise mixed with confusion. <strong>“Oh… I did not know – ! I thought perhaps you were all one of the same.”</strong> She gently explained herself, worried that she might have caused offence. The woman at least did not look harmed in any way. In fact, she was being apologetic, though Koriand’r unfortunately did not quite understand what she was talking about. <em>Protect reality? Future John Constantine?</em> What did that even mean!?<br><br>Frowning heavily, she was about to look to Lucifer for help, but then Zatanna spoke in that strange language again, and Koriand’r’s undivided attention was instantly reclaimed. First, to the pen that suddenly jumped into the air, and then, to the ink being miraculously written into that same air. She gave a little gasp, as the ink spelt her formal name, but what really startled her was the suddenly implosion of the writing tool, just as it was about to write Lucifer’s name… She might have pondered the relevance of that properly, had it not been for Zatanna’s exclamation, using a word Koriand’r had more recently acquired. <em>Ah!</em> She knew this one! To ‘fuck’ meant to have the sex, so she blinked at the woman’s very bold invitation and lifted her brows.<br><br><strong>“You are wanting to do the fuck? <em>Now</em>?”</strong> Ironically, she was actually surprised by this. Even by the unreserved alien’s standards, the timing just didn’t feel quite right to instigate ‘the coitus’. Ignoring the Human male’s invitation to eat from the feasting table, Koriand’r’s gaze did not leave Zatanna. In fact, she quite brazenly looked her up and down, before quirking an eyebrow at her. <strong>“Mm… perhaps later,”</strong> she nonetheless casually brushed the invitation aside without a clear rejection. <strong>“For now, I would like to learn your language.”</strong> <br><br>And that was that, no further warning was needed, as Koriand’r stepped into Zatanna’s personal space until she was staring down at the substantially shorter woman. Yet she was forced to pause there a moment, and look back over her shoulder at Lucifer as he addressed the woman. The men’s conversation was interrupting the moment, and though she was half tempted to turn her back on them both and follow her own agenda, the change of piano music succeeded in halting the alien a moment longer. When Lucifer returned his attention to Constantine though, she seized the moment with intent green eyes returning to Zatanna’s green hues. With a final step closer, she simultaneously lifted a hand to cup the side of the woman’s jaw, which <em>could</em> have been enough contact to instigate but the assimilation but really, where was the fun in that!? No, Koriand’r gladly wasted no time in leaning down in a graceful, sweeping motion, until her lightly tilted head was close enough to capture the other woman’s lips between her own. Behind her, she could hear Lucifer still taunting the other male, but something quite extraordinary happened, and it prompted her to press her lips with a firmer urgency against Zatanna’s, as though desperately trying to take something from her. Unless she was pushed away first, her closed eyes abruptly opened wide, and she’d pull away with a puckered sound after a few rather frustrated beats, to brandish the other woman with an incredibly confused frown. <br><br><strong>“It did not work!?”</strong> She both questioned and exclaimed, because unbeknownst to her, Logomancy was a <em>skill</em>, rather than a specific language. Indeed, she already possessed the root language, but to learn to speak backwards was not something what could simply be assimilated. Apparently though, Lucifer was done taking a sip of whatever he kept drinking from his levitating glass, and as a very confused Koriand’r took a step back, he in turn began to more formally introduce himself. The sound of his voice gradually curtailed her attention, and upon the title ‘King of Hell’, she abandoned her confusion over her inability to learn Zatanna’s tongue, and shifted her confusion to him instead. <em>King!?</em> She knew he hailed from the upper class and was perhaps a noble, but a <em>King</em>? Turning her body to face him, she immediately felt a little offended that he’d chosen to keep that information hidden from her. He knew she was a Princess, so why would he wish to keep his titles from her? Surely that should have encouraged him to share his own status and find common ground. Disappointment joined the fray of simmering emotions – didn’t he think her worthy of the information? Was it because he saw her as beneath him? No, that wasn’t it. An attempt at empathy and understanding overpowered her wounded shock. When she had been a slave on board the S. S. Starfire, had she not tried to hide her own rank? It hadn't mattered then that she was a Princess, and she's actually enjoyed the lack of attention. Should it really matter then? Besides, he was ‘formerly’ a King, now retired, which meant he had… abdicated? Perhaps he too, was tired with all the pomp and ceremony, and simply wanted to enjoy a simpler life? Yes, that seemed it be more likely, and she hoped that was the case. It was a move she could respect and understand. Was Hell then, the name of his home planet? Folding her arms beneath her bosom, her eyes lit up as she gaped at him. <em>Finally</em> she was getting somewhere with the eternal enigma!<br><br><strong>“I have a question!”</strong> She suddenly announced, once Lucifer was finished introducing himself, which she would no doubt have to question him about later. For now though, she turned her posture, adjusting herself so that she could look to Constantine, and then to Zatanna, without feeling that she wasn’t facing either one of them. <strong>“If you, who too can make this ‘magic’, which I do not understand, but are <em>not</em> from the same breeding as Lucifer, then… what are you? What do you want?”</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 12:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CmE90qQ.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Exterior<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured above<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Diana, Barry.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"Well Barry, If you don't mind can I get a lift? I could go full on Killer Frost and ride the ice, But Air Flash just seems like it would be more efficient and faster!" Caitlin said with a chuckle attention on Barry. Caitlin had managed to grab her things before she had joined the others outside. She glanced around at the others a lot more supers than she was used to working with back in Central City but she'd get used to it with time, Well She hoped she would anyway.<br><br>"So Do you want me quarterbacking and monitoring vitals from a distance? Or is my other half going to be needed for a more hands on approach?"" Caitlin asked Diana politely offering a smile. She pondered quietly. "I am good either way just want to know what to prepare for is all." She said assuring she was in fact a team player all around. Caitlin was useful But Killer Frost was far more durable as the past has proven.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 12:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor/Manor exterior.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Cyborg<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Selina followed Victor and once the others had cleared She thought over his words as he spoke trying to take it all in as her mind was still spinning a bit. "Well that's about purrfect.. I am from another Earth? that is why everything is so crazy here? and you have no idea how to get me back home??" She shook her head a bit disappointed, and perhaps a bit saddened at the realization she make be stuck here for gods knew how long. After a long hard moment of thought. "Well could you do me a favor? Could you see if you can find out what brought me here? and purrhaps a way to get me back home??<br><br>Selina wanted to go home though she knew things with her and Bruce wasn't much different back there, After all he did take off and disappear for ten years and didn't even stop by and tell her he was leaving. Was this the future perhaps? Is this what she has too look forward too? She wasn't sure but she did believe nothing was written in stone that if she could get home she could change things between her and Bruce through one means or another. "Though I guess since I am here and those others look like they could use all the help they can get I suppose I could go an give them a hand, Better than doing nothing at all I suppose."<br><br><br>Selina nodded to Cyborg as she departed following the others outside. She moved outside quietly humming softly to herself. "Some one care to give me a lift? I can't exactly fly or none of that other junk.. and It might take me all day on foot, The city is full of distractions after all." Selina chuckled and shook her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 16:23:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Alfred Pennyworth<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor - Hallway, Kitche, Dining Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as shown<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Selina Kyle, Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Icon (directly), everyone.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Alfred chuckled at Selina's reply and gave her a reassuring nod. "The dining room. Yes, miss," he replied, and it was only the memory of the unhappiness in her voice that kept him from shaking his head at the thought that she'd have to face her troubles alone. It had not always been so, and he remembered a time when he would have received such news with pleasure. Was this still a reality wherever she had come from? The thought bothered him, but he found some reassurance in knowing that she had trusted them enough to come here.<br><br>"And it is good to see you too, Master... Flash," he greeted the young speedster. "I see you have met young Master Damian Wayne." With or without their help, Alfred readied the refreshments for the meeting, talking to Barry as he worked. "Master Bruce is in the dining room, Sir. I am not aware of others arriving yet, but it wouldn't surprise me if more will show." And a good thing it was, too. It showed that the Justice League was alive and vigilant, ready to respond to the threats made against their world. <br><br>He caught a glimpse of Diana Prince when she looked in, but she was gone before he could address her, moving with purpose. It was not long before he saw her again, in the company of Bruce Wayne and Victor Stone this time. Even before he brought in the refreshments, he heard Bruce's voice coming from the room, and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep his expression neutral. He had known Bruce too long to not know what this meant: trouble was coming, and not just any kind of trouble. No, this was the kind you spelled with a capital T, the kind that meant scars and injuries that were slow to heal. <br><br>"Right," he said, straightening the lapels of his suit after several minutes of turmoil when everything seemed to happen all at once. "A pleasure, Mister Icon," he added, sounding unruffled and very British. "Tea? Something else?" One by one, he made sure those who wanted refreshments were supplied with their beverage and food of choice, while avoiding interruptions of the meeting with a skill known only to butlers and other masters of stealth and discretion.<br><br>If Selina wanted to talk to Master Bruce and him, Alfred would gladly make himself available but judging from the serious expressions on the faces around him, he suspected that other matters would take priority. When the time came, he would lend his ear and offer advice when asked. It was not up to him, though, and he left it to the younger man to confirm or deny her request.<br><br>Alfred listened to Miss Prince's explanation about her most recent findings and nodded to himself when Master Wayne had made his speech, a faint smile on his lips. It was good to see Bruce in a position of leadership without the need to fall back upon a mask and an aura of fear. Yes, Bruce had come a long way, and seeing him like this never failed to make feel proud. He saw Bruce lean in towards Diane, lips moving in a whisper, and that too drew a smile before he turned away to refill a glass and put a pile of sandwiches before Barry Allen while the young man spoke and the last bite of the last slice disappeared.<br><br>When the conversation seemed to die down, Alfred turned to Bruce. "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I'll prepare the extra rooms for our guests," he said, disappearing to do just that after Bruce had given his consent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 19:41:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/e8b129e387f186ad045478f8eeb0382c/tumblr_oznbglN97k1rgaid9o1_500.gif)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Victor Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> armor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Poor girl… he didn’t feel&nbsp; &nbsp;as if Selina Kyle was “getting” the full scope of what was happening to her. Not because Victor felt she was dumb but because such a fantastical thing had happened to her that he understood the mind boggling at the very idea! <br><br>Victor was going to have to shock the poor girl. He didn’t think there was any other way to get her to understand just what was happening now. While the others talked and mingled he moved back over to her and gently pulled her aside once more. <br><br>“I’m not sure you understand Ms. Kyle.” Victor said accessing the network within Gotham City. It took him nanoseconds to pull all the information he needed. Bringing his forearm up a holographic emitter sprang to life and cycled through the known addresses of this universe’s Selina Kyle.<br><br>“There’s a Selina Kyle in this universe.” He told her revealing the information. “A Selina who has gotten out of the game and manages a nightclub now, no doubt that this Selina owns property and places that you did on your Earth. In short there is NOWHERE for you to go.”<br><br>He hoped to “rip the bandage” off. Bluntness was his bread and butter nowadays. The machine in him preferred being direct instead of indirect. “If you want my opinion,” He said to her reaching out to touch her shoulder. “I’d stay here… you could reach out to the Selina Kyle of this world I suppose but I’m not sure how good of an idea that is.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-06-2019, 00:42:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://insidepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Milestone-Icon-and-Rocket-banner-e1508071524981.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Augustus Freeman IV / Icon<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wayne Manor Meeting Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Killer Frost, Cyborg, Barry Allen, WW, Batman, Aquaman, Alfred Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Augustus watched Barry eat and it made sense.&nbsp; He could see there were other people in the other room.&nbsp; He couldn't make out actual figures but he could see heat images, of male and females if nothing else.&nbsp; He stood there when Alfred came around.&nbsp; "Just some water please...I wouldn't want to make you into a total servant so if you show me where..I can get it myself."&nbsp; He said considering this was the butler, but he still saw slave or indentured servant.&nbsp; But he would probably have a maid and pay her well without his own abilities and he did have a cleaning service come in from time to time so not everyone had the Master/Slave mentality despite his own background.&nbsp; Even though some people desired to bring that back in a more...erotic sense but he had other ideas about relationships that had nothing to do with whips or chains presently.<br><br>He saw this was not a team yet but a group of individuals that were simply trying to find their place or even a family of sorts.&nbsp; As such even he was of a mind to stick around for a little while.&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt him to come out of his own shell and make a few connections.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LatinaComicNerdGal</strong> on <strong>12-06-2019, 21:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NpAh9KR.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Selina Kyle/Catwoman<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> May 1st, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham Wayne Manor/Manor exterior.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her trademark costume<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Cyborg<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br>Selina listened and sighed heavily at his words. "So I am stuck here?" She asked pretty directly. Her tone gave off a hint of displeasure and disappointment. She shook her head with a long sigh. She pondered momentarily shaking her head. "Well I suppose I am just going to have to make due with what I was dealt.. Though.. I am not a hundred percent&nbsp; sure there is no way to get home.. But until then I am going to have to make the best of things I suppose.. I could always go back to the narrows and see what is going on here with my apartment.. if all else fails I'll go track down Jim Gordon, If your Jim Gordon is anything like mine he'll be willing to help me, Though I am not sure of the relation ship of your worlds Selina and Jim Gordon."<br><br>Selina rolled her shoulders and chuckled. "Like I said I am stuck here for now, So I can do nothing more than offer my assistance, as whatever ails this earth is my concern as long as I am stuck here.." Selina despite how genuine her offer to help was it was still hard to think she did not have ulterior motives, it was common, She always had her own motives for everything she done. Though her intentions usually good, there was always a low lining selfishness to the bigger picture and she was of course out for personal gain. "Well if I am going to be stuck here, mind seeing what you can do to my suit to make me more useful? I mean Superman is not exactly street thugs now!" Selina said with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>19-06-2019, 23:08:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/e8b129e387f186ad045478f8eeb0382c/tumblr_oznbglN97k1rgaid9o1_500.gif)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Victor Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> armor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Selina Kyle<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><br><br>“I’ll look into it,” Cyborg said nodding his head. “I can reach out to a few scientists studying this sort of thing and cross check with my own capabilities. Time will only tell if it’s permanent or not.” He told her rolling his shoulders. It was a complicated situation, one you needed several degrees in theoretical physics to wrap your head around. Cyborg was going to have to leave it in the hands of someone with more knowledge on the whole thing. That being said when he mentioned Jim Gordon he couldn’t help but register surprise. <br><br>“I’d let Bruce handle this kind of thing,” Cyborg said shaking his head left and right. “Jim Gordons a fine man but this issue probably goes above his head. If you do need to stay long enough that you need an identity I can get you set up. It won’t be as Selina Kyle though….. given she existed in this universe. We’ll figure it out but I would suggest seeing Bruce if your determined to make a life for yourself here so we can get you set up with a new identity.” <br><br>He could imagine having to give up a name and identity. He’d lost sense of self when he turned into Cyborg but he was still in his heart and soul Victor Stone. For her though…. It was going to be harder. She would have to find who she was in this world when she couldn’t be exactly herself. The drama of being in a world that wasn’t yours. <br><br>“Superman?!” He questioned in shock of her words. “I’m not sure why we would be facing Superman but… I can see about getting your kitted up. Want to port down to the Batcave with me? We can see about upgrading past your usual gear.” He offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited RPG: Gotham City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-06-2019, 21:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Zantanna <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The House of Mystery<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> John, Lucifier and Koriand’r<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"Mmmm...." Zantana’s initial response was cut off by the kiss from the lovely alien. She’d been ‘on hiatus’ for a while, sexually speaking. She had a really nasty break up with the ‘present’ version of John, she doubted he was any more a trust worthy Constantine than his present self and more than a little hopeful to draw Bruce in. <br><br>Of course that was as likely as getting struck by lightning three times in a row. Without Shazam or Black Adam around. She slid a hand, on instinct, around Starfire’s waist and was about to open her mouth to deepen the kiss when the alien amazon pulled back with what could only be called a pout. She blushed at her own wish to continue the kiss. <br><br>”Well you see.. I’m a magi. A species of human gifted naturally with Magic. Speaking backwards is a menontic trick to allow me to focus my power. John is a will worker, he learned the arts. He used spells, amulets and Fock for her arms.Lucifer... well he’s many things. The first of the Host, the Lightbringer, the Fallen One. Comparing his actions to mind would be out of scope. I’m naturally gifted, and in my one or two centuries a of life I’ll do much.. but he’s.. an Angel. It’s nowhere the same. I do magic.. he is the 2nd or 3rd most powerful being in the context of things. Depending on the source you refer to.” &nbsp;She wasn’t too sure where the Stranger or other possible angels sat on the scale. <br><br>
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