Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>19-10-2017, 14:03:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</span></span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/batman/images/3/32/BatmanArkhamKnightGothamCity.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140530010522)</div><br>This is an IC thread for the group game Justice League: Founding. This thread will be used as a location for missions carried out by the Justice League. Gotham is perhaps the single most corrupt city in the United States. It has suffered for many years with the evil of men permeating everything from the streets to the elected officials. Even more so since they lost the heads of the Wayne family and suffered through many years of falling even further when they'd just begun to turn a corner. Even though now Batman and several other vigilantes do their best to clean up the streets the tide of villainy is near-endless. Particularly with the wealth of criminally insane villains that plague the city, none more so than the ever-present Joker. No matter how many times he is arrested he has a plan, and there seems to be no depth of depravity he will not sink to. The city itself is old and crumbling, built on strange foundations and lacking the money to ever truly modernise itself it is a dark, greying place plagued by crime and cruelty. <br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rules</strong></span><br>-Don't Godmode <br>-Write in third person, past tense<br>-Respect posting order (Allow all tagged to post before you post again.)</div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200]https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] (Tag open if you want anyone to respond or specific people if you have a scene worked out together)<br>[b]Content:[/b] (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OOC Thread Links:</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Recruitment Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276845.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC Chat</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276886.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Justice League Character Sheets (PC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Worldbuilding Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276794.0)</div></div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>IC Thread Links:</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Watchtower</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277019.0)<br></div><br><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Hall of Justice</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=278318.0)<br></div><br><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Metropolis</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277055.0)<br></div><br><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Gotham</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277056.0)<br></div><br><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The World</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=278460.0)<br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>19-10-2017, 15:15:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Gotham was never a particularly peaceful place, and it took something truly special to cause panic and chaos in the streets. But when three supervillains strike in unison it is more than enough. King Shark, a hulking figure with a monstrous maw of razor-like teeth had begun his assault with Killer Croc, a well-known terror to Gotham. They had burst into the streets from the docks and began attacking at random. Fortunately Gotham's resident hero Robin was first on the scene with Nightwing quickly following. Less fortunately while he managed to save countless civilian lives Robin was a young man with no superpowers squaring off against Croc and Shark who had roughly 1800lbs of muscle between them. While his skill let him distract and engage them, dragging them away from civilians, it was only a matter of time before they landed a hit. In the end it was a brutal upper cut from King Shark that sent him thudding into a wall. His armour saved his life but the sheer force of the impact was so great it was unlikely he was going to be getting up. If Nightwing hadn't arrived a few seconds later he would certainly have been finished off. <br><br>However skilled Nightwing was he knew that he had to get Robin out of there, and he managed to evade the two brutes just about long enough to get Robin into an ambulance. When he turned to continue the fight he was shocked to see the first two had been joined by Grodd. The hulking gorilla had been part of the trio responsible for bringing down Flash so recently, and now part of a trio that had severely injured Robin. He was just starting to lose control a little, feeling genuine anger, when Grod's telepathy assaulted him. While Batman did his best to train him for this there weren't enough telepaths around Bludhaven to get enough practice, and Grodd was extremely strong. He felt consciousness slipping away even as he forced himself to try to swing towards Grodd. <br><br>Luckily he and Robin had bought a good deal of time for a more organised response and the nearby officers managed to retrieve his collapsed body, beating back the monstrosities briefly before being once again overwhelmed. Good fortune saved the two heroes lives but there is no more barrier between the supervillains and the ordinary humans they're attacking. No time to understand why they're doing it, the only option is stopping them in their tracks as quickly as possible. The only group they can turn to to stop villains of this magnitude is the Justice League, and the officers trying to hold back the monsters are praying they'll arrive shortly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>19-10-2017, 17:28:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://sparxentertainment.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/batman.jpg?w=1200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Watchtower — Near Batman's Private Quarters; Gotham City — Burnley District<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 1700<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zatan, Wonder Woman<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr>If Batman had to pick one word to describe teleportation, it would be "uncomfortable." It hadn't been his first pick for the Justice League's primary transportation system, but it was undeniably the most efficient. With the ability to instantaneously move to any location in the world, the system would undoubtedly pay for itself in no time.<br><br>Not that money had ever been a consideration.<br><br>The eerie feeling of losing direct control was hampered, however, by the uncharacteristically panicked screams he was hearing over his communicator. Robin was down; Nightwing was in far over his head; the GCPD was mere blocks from the site of the rampage, and Oracle was barking orders like a mad dog over the sound of hammering keys. He didn't want to think about how helpless <em>she</em> felt at the moment, stuck in a wheelchair while everybody she cared about was fighting for their lives.<br><br>It was over in the blink of an eye. A moment of pure, impenetrable darkness flooded the room and then he could hear the screams all around him. The sudden re-entry gave Batman a sense of momentary vertigo, but he managed to shrug it off with a hard blink. It wouldn't do to build a reputation for stolidity only to stumble at the start of the first mission, after all. <br><br>He looked around, taking in everything from the sharp architecture and the ragged banners, to the crumbling intersection he now stood on. Sharp cracks of gunfire filled the streets, interspersed with roars of anger and horrified screeches. There was a heavy thud, and something in the distance exploded violently. Tires screeched, and Batman's eyes darted to the side as a semi-truck came barreling down the street straight for him. The man in the driver's seat was white as a ghost as he slammed his hand into the horn and pulled the steering wheel to the side.<br><br>Just then, a sharp <em>pop</em> told Batman another Leaguer had arrived behind him. There was no time to hesitate. Whoever it was definitely wouldn't have time to react. He reached around and seized the new arrival by the shoulder, pulling them off the street with him just as the truck blew through the intersection on flat tires. The wind ripped at his cape, and he brought up an arm to shield his eyes from the dust it had kicked up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-10-2017, 22:40:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Hall of Justice to Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman &amp; Wonder Woman<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>It seemed as though the world flipped on its axis. The depressing thought pushed its way along the periphery of Zatan’s mind, constantly reminding him of the recent events which left one Justice Leaguer in the medical bay. The magician expertly fingered a deck of cards without much consciousness. The Queen of Hearts made her way to the top of the deck and showed a devious smile.<br><br>As he again maneuvered the cards in his hand the Queen of Hearts disappeared. Without warning, the master of card manipulation, dropped the deck. 49 cards rained to the floor of the Hall and landed face down. Three cards stared back at him – all clubs. Clubs signified irresponsibility, dharma, intellect. The numbers were eight, nine and ten. Eight sought power. Nine expressed loss and disagreement. Ten radiated ego and pride. Ominous looks through the divination of the Arcana Arcanorum.<br><br>The piercing sound of the klaxon pulled his mind from the cards. “Shit!” Perhaps a coincidence and perhaps an attempt at humor by fate, he shook his divination of the signs.<br><br>“Tcelloc sdarc.” Zatan held his hand out as the cards obeyed his mnemonic incantation. One by one they darted from the floor, assembling in a neat stack on the palm of his upturned right hand. Tucking them into his inside jacket pocket, the young sorcerer dashed to the nearest teleportation device.<br><br>Moments later Zatan found himself in the gray, populated city of Gotham. There was an eerie calm surrounding him after the initial teleportation. The calm was immediately interrupted by chaos that sounded like it was in the distance, a chaos that seemed to be getting louder and nearer as he acclimated himself from the teleport.<br><br>Before he had time to act he felt a tug at his shoulder as his body was pulled from the street, mere moments before a truck carved paths in the road from lack of tires sending bits of asphalt flying.<br><br>Turning to his right he met eyes briefly with Batman and then Wonder Woman. Zatan noted that J’onn wasn’t taking any chances and sending out some big guns. Who better to take on the chaos of Gotham than its homegrown hero? Coupled with the princess of power, Zatan felt some confidence in their abilities. It wasn’t cocky, but the reality of the situation.<br><br>“I’ll admit it’s been some time since my last stop in Gotham.” Zatan quipped. “I don’t remember it being this run down.” He regained his stance from Batman’s rescue. “Um…thanks.” He added with a nod to the caped crusader. <br><br>J’onn provided additional information to the group about the alleged perpetrators of the chaos. In addition, Nightwing and Robin were injured, but safe. <br><br>The corner of Zatan’s lip curled into a half smile. Always obey the prophecy – eight, nine, ten. Pure brute strength with some mental manipulation was headed their way. Batman and Wonder Woman were both more than a match for hand to hand combat. While trained by a number of expert fighters, Zatan didn’t have the speed of Batman or the strength of Wonder Woman. He would have to use his other gifts.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>20-10-2017, 15:29:42</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>Diana was just sitting down to a meal when the alert came through, sighing as she got up, she quickly walked towards the teleports, allowing MM's telepathic communication pass her tiara's protections as she used her gift from Aphrodite to change her casual clothes into her fighting garb.&nbsp; This was going to be their first mission working together, now to see if the training has paid off for the more inexperienced members.&nbsp; And of course even the experienced members, working with a team was going to be new, would they remember the lessons learned or fall back on their old patterns. <br><br>Stepping onto the teleport pad, she noticed Batman disappearing in front of her and to her side was Zatan, the two she was going to be working with in Gotham.&nbsp; As she appeared on the streets of Gotham, she saw Batman moving Zatan out of the way of a out of control semi-truck.&nbsp; Reacting quickly, Wonder Woman flew up into the air and around in front of the careening semi, matching speed with it she grabbed the semi and using her incredible super strength and flight, slowed the vehicle down to asafe stop as the white faced driver put on the brakes.&nbsp; Wonder Woman quickly checked to make sure he was okay as she reached into the cab and turned off the semi's engine, "You are safe now, just sit here and breath a little bit," the powerful brunette calmed the driver before flying back over to her fellow Justice Leaguers.&nbsp; <br><br>Now that the semi was no longer a threat to others, Wonder Woman took a second to look around, pushing back the sadness at the state Gotham was in.&nbsp; It seemed to attract the worse of the worse.&nbsp; Alighting lightly in front of Batman and Zatan, she got down to business, "I see two strategies we could employ, split up and go one on one with them.&nbsp; One on one, we should be able to defeat them, but the worry is that they might have additional help somewhere waiting for a chance to ambush us.&nbsp; Or we can do a classic anvil and hammer tactic.&nbsp; I go forward loud and proud, attracting their attention while you two sneak around behind them and take them down one at a time.&nbsp; This keeps us together and we can support each other in case of ambushers and it concentrates our power on one target at a time.&nbsp; The concern is whether or not they are spread out too far apart to pull into one location."&nbsp; She looked at her two partners to see if they had a better idea, "My preference is the anvil and hammer, working together we will be much more effective than working alone.&nbsp; Grodd should be our first target, his telepathic abilities are the most dangerous."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>20-10-2017, 15:54:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>As the trio of heroes arrived on the scene to witness the chaos first hand they could hear roaring in the distance, coupled with the sounds of heavy footsteps and objects being slammed aside. Just a few streets over the hulking beasts were rapidly approaching those Grodd had sensed. The Croc was atop the roofs, leaping and jumping leaving footprints and rubble where he crashed carelessly above people's houses. Inside the civilians were hiding and panicking, not knowing if the beast would come clean through their ceiling. Meanwhile King Shark bounded with an inhuman gate through the street, slamming through both people and cars in a bid to get to the heroes first. His gnashing maw of teeth was monstrous to behold and most were smart enough to flee his path although a few unfortunates were hurled into nearby buildings. Meanwhile Grodd was a little behind the others and swinging his way from ground to roof, effortlessly traversing the terrain with a little more finesse but inevitably his sheer size caused considerable damage. <br><br>With a particularly mighty leap Killer Croc landed on a rooftop and caught sight of the heroes. He grinned wide, flashing his many rows of crooked, pointed teeth. While they may have been able to physically contend with him it was hard to deny his imposing figure as he towered there, gazing with cold green eyes. He flicked his reptilian tongue out, running it over his blood and gristle stained teeth. It wasn't long before his unusual ally, King Shark, arrived on the streets. A similarly surreal figure, the towering humanoid shark's own visage was no less unnerving. He was stained in blood, and staring through cold, emotionless eyes. His hulking size was a keen reminder of how badly injured Robin must be after taking a direct punch to the gut from hundreds of pounds of muscle. <br><br>Just as Croc casually dropped down from the rooftop the towering Grodd arrived, standing between the two beasts who'd started the rampage. Grodd held a special place in all of the Justice League's hearts recently, though not remotely one of love. He'd been one of the trio responsible for almost killing the Flash, and that wasn't something to be forgiven or forgotten. He held up a huge fist as if to tell the other two to halt before testing the waters a little himself. Instead of a physical contest he chose to see how well prepared this strange alliance of heroes would be for his psychic might. Instead of a brutal attempt to overwhelm their minds he instead projected his own memories towards them, hopefully at least one would not be able to ignore them. He remembered the image of their friend, The Flash, impaled on Manta's harpoon and screaming in agony. The way his eyes rolled and his mouth frothed as he collapsed, just moments from dying. As he did so he once again raised his fast, this time towards the heroes. <br><br>Clearly taking direction from the more intelligent monstrosity Croc and Shark looked at each other before charging at the heroes. The size of their legs and sheer muscle mass the two possessed meant this charge was anything but the clumsy, lumbering one many might expect. They hurtled through the small street towards their enemies, teeth and claws bared. It was clear they'd found something a good deal more enjoyable than a mindless rampage and they were more than happy to cripple even more heroes tonight now they'd been given the chance. As they neared the gap any heroes who'd stood their ground would soon find one, or both, of the monsters leaping directly towards them with claws out and mouths ready to rip and tear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-10-2017, 19:19:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/00/Zatan3.jpg/449px-Zatan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman &amp; Wonder Woman<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Before Zatan could respond to Diana’s options for a plan of action, his mind was assaulted with gory images of Flash’s recent battle. Zatan winced at the powerful negative imagery. While attempting to shake the horrific sounds of screams, two behemoths plowed down the street. Cars and debris went flying in wake of the animal hybrid mutations. Knowing that unlike Batman with his nearly impenetrable armor and endless supply of gadgets and Wonder Woman’s own brute strength, Zatan likely couldn’t take a hit from any of their three adversaries or he'd be out.<br><br>“Etativel!” The words almost sounded like a far off echo as the power flowed through them. Zatan’s feet lifted off of the pavement and he shot up into the air out of immediate reach from Killer Croc and King Shark.<br><br>So much blood drowned out much of Zatan’s concentration. Even without his psychic powers, Grodd was formidable. Now he was just being sadistic and playing with his prey. It infuriated Zatan as he worked to maintain composure. The sorcerer looked down to see his comrades expertly engaging in battle. <br><br>“knil ruo sdnim!” Once again the power erupted. Batman, Wonder Woman and Zatan now were linked telepathically. It gave them an edge to coordinate attacks. <br><br><em>“I’ll take Grodd out of the equation.”</em> Zatan spoke through the telepathic link and followed it with emotions of admiration, respect and comradery. He attempted to buffer or offset the negative onslaught from Grodd the three Leaguers were experiencing.<br><br>Zatan aimed himself to fly towards the great ape. Unfortunately he was still being assaulted with visions of Flash. “Ellzzad mih htiw gninthgil!” As Zatan continued to fly towards Grodd, chain and ball lightning erupted from the sky, landing mere feet from the ape. With any luck Grodd would feel every strand of fur stand on end and some would get singed. It might break his concentration.<br><br>Trying to add as much confidence to his words Zatan smiled and shouted. “Your cheap psychic parlor tricks are nothing compared to the real thing.”<br><br>“Teem Ddrog no eht cihcysp enalp!” Zatan’s body stopped flying towards Grodd and now floated high above in the sky in a limp trance. It was a calculated risk to leave his physical body vulnerable and he hoped that his teammates would keep the others occupied and dispatch them expeditiously. Out of the physical space, Zatan drew both his and Grodd’s psyche onto the psychic plane where the rules that governed reality were skewed. <br><br>Zatan’s feet were firmly planted on the ground – or the lack of ground as it was - he was surrounded by a soft white light of nothingness. About 50 yards in front of him stood Grodd. Zatan lifted his arms and the blankness of their surroundings morphed into a vast desert. There were no trees for Grodd to use his agility, no scattered items to use as projectiles. Just sand and sky. Sand that hopefully would slow the ape down. Zatan concentrated on the desert with his psyche to suppress any attempts at Grodd changing their setting.<br><br>Recalling the half human/half demon Jason Blood/Etrigan he clapped his hands together and pulled them apart. As they grew further apart a sword engulfed in flames appeared. <br><br>“Let’s do this monkey.” Zatan hissed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>20-10-2017, 20:23:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4c/Batman_by_Lee_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 1701<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wonder Woman, Zatan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mildly grotesque imagery<br><hr>Bolts of color ripped through Batman's vision. Memories of people he'd never met in places he'd never been danced around his head. He could see Flash lying on the ground, gasping in pain and gripping the shaft of the harpoon buried in deep inside his body. He could smell hot blood on the sand and hear the laughter of the man who'd put it there. But he also felt something else—elation; a sick, twisted sense of triumph that flooded his mind and body at the sight of the speedster on death's door.<br><br><em>Grodd's</em> elation.<br><br>Batman shook his head and knit his brow, focusing on his enemies with a fierce glare. If indignation was what Grodd had been trying to stir inside him with the grotesque images of his teammate, then the ape had certainly succeed. Before he could move, however, Zatan shot into the air, hurling curses in his strange backwards language.<br><br><em>“I’ll take Grodd out of the equation,”</em> his voice echoed from the back of Batman's mind.<br><br>It was like a starting pistol. All at once, everyone began tearing down the street. As each party raced to close the gap between them, Batman reached into his utility belt and produced three very small pellets. He clenched them in his hand even as a bolt of lightning cracked the sidewalk and Grodd seemed to pass out. A quick look up showed that Zatan was simply floating, doubled-over, in midair. Knowing magic, that could either be a good thing, or a very <em>bad</em> thing, but Batman certainly didn't have time to think about it now; he was mere yards from two people who were far more beast than man.<br><br>Without missing a step, Batman threw the pellets in his hand to the ground just in front of Killer Croc and King Shark. There was a crackling <em>pop</em>, followed by the hiss of air as clouds of thick black smoke began rolling up from the street. He heard a roar of frustration as his cowl's vision mode automatically activated his thermal lenses and the world was bathed in blue and red. <br><br>With Grodd temporarily out of the equation, Batman quickly ran through what he knew about Killer Croc and King Shark. Croc was a straightforward enough adversary—albeit an extremely dangerous one. While his sheer strength was nearly insurmountable to the average human, Croc's compounded mutations had certainly taken their toll on his intellect. Taking him down would just be a matter of finesse. King Shark, however, was a different story altogether. Aside from the briefing he'd been given before activating the teleporter, Batman knew next to nothing about this attacker other than that he was obviously incredibly strong. That made him an unknown quantity.<br><br>That made him <em>dangerous.</em><br><br>One of the huge red masses in the cloud made a blind swipe which was easily dodged by rolling out of the way. As Batman stood up, he found himself next to a shape that was far too thin to be one of Gotham's attackers. With Zatan still floating above, that left only one possibility. Batman smiled.<br><br>"Skill, or power?" he asked Wonder Woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>21-10-2017, 22:24:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>The powerful Amazon turned to face the oncoming threat as the three villains bore down on her and her companions.&nbsp; Studying their movements, only confirmed her initial assessment, Killer Croc and King Shark were shock troops, distractions from the real threat.&nbsp; She could feel Grodd's mental attack pushing at her mental defenses, but whatever it was, wasn't enough to get pass her shields.&nbsp; Fortunately, Batman and Zatan was able to shrug off what Grodd was doing as well and then Zatan was flying into the air casting spells as Batman, Killer Croc and King Shark charged at each other, as she patiently examined the battlefield and the opponents, frowning.&nbsp; Grodd was the danger and while Zatan was challenging the intelligent Gorilla, she didn't believe in leaving things to chance, a combined assault on the telepathic gorilla would be much more effective.&nbsp; But she also couldn't leave Batman to face Killer Croc and King Shark on his own.&nbsp; While he was without a doubt able to take either of them one on one, both at the same time would be pushing his limits.&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding her head as she came to a decision, Wonder Woman would also have to back up Batman.&nbsp; Batman has defeated Killer Croc many times and he knew the villains weak points while King Shark was more of an unknown, although both depended on brute strength and ferocity to win their fights.&nbsp; She would take King Shark on her way to Grodd and leave Killer Croc to Batman's mercy.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking off in a spray of dust, Wonder Woman flew at King Shark, accelerating hard, aiming at his hips, arms extending in front of her to catch his hips with the intention of slamming into his midsection, destroying his balance, carrying him down the street to slam him into Grodd.&nbsp; She easily passed Batman in his charge as the dark knight pulled out some pellets and threw them forward, but she was slamming into King Shark before the pellets released smoke cloud could obscure her vision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>21-10-2017, 23:02:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>At the forefront of the fight Killer Croc prepared to once again challenge his long-term foe, Batman. He knew the sent well and snarled savagely at the little bat. The thick, dark smoke clogged his vision and somewhat challenged his senses, but the Croc was used to fighting in pitch dark sewers and could easily handle the limited vision. Despite his size the sheer mass of his muscles let him move with a surprising speed. He flailed twice more, blindly, into the smoke before sending a savage right hook towards the bat. Feint, feint and the real strike. Years of fighting more agile and skill opponents had taught Croc something, at least. After throwing the jab he pushed his way towards the side of the street, throwing his full bodyweight into the nearest building. The brickwork gave way with little resistance and Croc was inside the cramped home. Upstairs a few screams could be heard, while a sick grin curled across the Croc's lips. <br><br>"Come out, come out... the Croc's hungry..." His voice trailed, guttural and utterly unnatural as he stalked his way into the building. He was giving Batman no choice but following the brute into an enclosed space. <br><br>Meanwhile, back on the street, King Shark was met with a brutal tackle by the Amazonian. As large as he was the strike to his hips set him off balance, and the pair skidded down the street a good distance before he could dig himself in and slow the charge. 9'2" and 1000lbs of unnatural, hybrid muscle did a surprising job of bringing them to a halt. They'd stopped a little ways from Grodd and now King Shark took a couple of steps back to assess his foe. Clearly strong, he was impressed with her so far. He flexed a little, rolling his shoulders and baring his inhuman rows of teeth at her. His cold black eyes stared her down for a few seconds before he let loose with a berserker flurry of strikes. His aggression was shocking and his complete lack of control let him challenge stronger heroes who restrained themselves, particularly when they were used to more human foes. But Shark was truly animal like in his savagery. His claws raked through the air towards the woman over and over, just aiming to hurt her in any way he could. There was no finesse or thought in his motions, even compared to Croc.<br><br>And then, on the ground, lay Grodd. He'd been surprised at the strange backwards-talking man. Resistance was one thing, but taking the fight to him like this was unexpected. In the desert a smile curled his lips and he began to move. Not a lumbering charge but swift, smooth leaps. And as he moved he thought. His power on this plane was different to the magician's, but still potent. As he barreled forward he leaped into the air and outstretched an arm, only to be met by a steel pole that jutted from the sand suddenly. He swung between them effortlessly, finding it easier than removing the sand itself. As he neared his foe he propelled himself particularly high, clasping both huge fists together and falling hard towards him aiming to split his skull with a single crushing blow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>22-10-2017, 18:34:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://culturecrossfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/forgottenimage1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 17:05<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Killer Croc, unknown civilians<br><strong>Content:</strong> N/A<br><hr><em>Guess that leaves me with skill, </em>Batman thought to himself as Wonder Woman took off without a word. He'd had half a mind to take on King Shark himself after what he'd done to Robin, but even if the amazon hadn't chosen him, he had to agree with his instincts: fighting a creature that powerful would be asinine with so little information. Once this was all over, he'd have to have a talk with the boy.<br><br>Through the smoke, the smaller of the two red silhouettes towered over him. Thick limbs lashed out with quick strikes, but the first one missed by several inches. The second was much closer, but Batman hardly had to do more than step to the side to dodge it. Earlier, the movements had been sloppy—more like confused flailing than legitimate strikes. These jabs were far more focused. Directed, but still missing by far too much to be intentional. That could only mean—There!<br><br><em>THUD</em><br><br>The blow knocked Batman off his feet, but he rolled back onto them with no issue as Croc thundered by. He shook his arms out and stood back up. The backhand had been little more than a shove, but Croc's dagger-like claws surely would have shredded his arms—blocking or no—if it weren't for the armor protecting them. Once he was upright, he raced through the cloud, chasing after the raging beast until Croc braced his shoulder and crashed through the solid brick wall of an apartment building like it was made of papier-mâché. Masonry blocks fell in chunks, scattering across the ground as several screams ripped through the air and Croc vanished into the darkness beyond.<br><br>Batman slid to a halt a few feet from the gash in the brickwork. Confronting a hulking monstrosity like Killer Croc in the narrow confines of a tenement complex was tantamount to suicide. His own mobility would be severely limited, but Croc would be free to crash through the drywall as he pleased. There was sure to be an alternative entrance on the roof—one that would no-doubt prove more sensible than charging in right after him, but how many victims would Croc create as he maneuvered through the duct work to get the drop on him?<br><br>"Come out, come out. . ." Croc's voice was a low growl, rumbling from the dark.&nbsp; "The Croc's hungry. . ."<br><br>Somewhere further in the building, a woman let loose a blood-curdling scream.<br><br>Batman's nostril's flared under his mask. He rolled his hand, popping his wrist, and then reaching into his utility belt. If Croc wanted to play, he'd play. but only by <em>his</em> rules. In one fluid motion, he tossed a pellet into the room, then fired the batclaw with his other hand. A blinding flash flooded the room as the hook of the batclaw found purchase and dragged Batman forward, swinging against the ceiling and to the far side of the room, where he took cover against the wall and manually switched his cowl's vision mode from thermal detection to night vision. Croc was cold-blooded, after all, at it was only a matter of time before he picked up his scent again. He'd need to be able to see him clearly before that happened.<br><br>The flash pellet was as loud as it was bright, but it was hardly made to last, and Croc's roar of frustration easily beat it out. Batman could see him on the far side of the room, clutching at his eyes and sniffing the air; he had a few seconds at best to scrape a plan together. There had to be an atrium in this building somewhere—or at least a large hall. Gotham City ordinance mandated ramps with at least enough room for two wheelchairs to comfortably pass each other. <br><br>Eight feet. That's what he had to work with if he didn't want any civilians to get caught in the fray.<br><br>He'd have to get him there, first.<br><br>A sharp gasp from next to him drew Batman's attention from Croc. It was a young girl—blonde, maybe twelve years old and just outside of arm's reach. She looked horrified as she pressed her back to the wall, eyes bulging as they darted between him and Croc. Like everything else through the lens of night-vision, her skin was an eerie green, but he didn't need to see her with his naked eye to know she was white as a sheet.<br><br>Slowly, he raised a finger and put it to his lips.<br><br>Behind him, Croc's angry sniffs still echoed around the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-10-2017, 20:22:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham (the psychic plane)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grodd<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Grodd adapted much more quickly to the change in environment than Zatan originally anticipated. As a result, Zatan moved from being on the offensive to the defensive. If anyone questioned the primate’s analytical skills this was surely evidence for evolved intelligence. Manifesting the poles to aid in his transport was quick thinking and showed Grodd’s ability to manipulate the psychic plane.<br><br>Zatan took the sword in his hands and rammed it into the sand. <br><br>“Nepo eht dnuorg!” The sword dissipated in red fire and as it did it cleaved the ground and caused a rift to open underneath him. The sorcerer fell into the abyss, followed quickly by Grodd.<br><br>It wasn’t the brightest plan, but Zatan was acting on instinct and the desire to escape. Now both were hurling in nothingness. It was some type of nightmarish physics equation of motion and matter…and splat.<br><br>Zatan reached into his pocket and pulled out the deck of cards. He rolled over mid-fall so his back was to the ground and he faced Grodd as the two continued plummeting. His enemy didn’t look happy – perhaps some foaming at the mouth.<br><br>Holding his hand out, Zatan pointed at Grodd. “Nosirpmi mih!” The cards obeyed their master and half of the deck leapt towards their foe. As they began to swirl around Grodd in a whirlwind, similar to angry bees disturbed from their hive, they elongated and widened. They attached to one another forming a seemingly impenetrable box. The cage continued to spin faster and faster as it plummeted down – one big nasty tilt awhirl.<br><br>Zatan slowed his decent and landed on a road in Gotham. This wasn’t the real Gotham, but the psychic plane Gotham. No more desert, just gray and empty streets. The cage of cards landed with a thud twenty feet in front of him with no damage to the walls. The sheer weight caused an impression in the asphalt six inches thick.<br><br>“Tcirtsnoc!” Slowly the box began to shrink. Physically Grodd wouldn’t exactly be crushed, but unless he could get out of the box, psychically he could feel the overwhelming pressure and his mind would shut down. Almost like a frozen computer.<br><br>So far Zatan had used very little power. He could feel some drain, but nothing that would impact his abilities in a fight. He no longer held the dessert landscape and crushing a box was something for amateurs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 23:48:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>Wonder Woman smiled as King Shark charged at her in a berserker fury, she didn't even try to match his ferocity, she just calmly stepped sideways each time he charged her, deflecting his mighty blows to the side.&nbsp; She has trained in hand to hand fighting for centuries and has decades of experience in combat.&nbsp; Handling a berserker was one of the many things the amazons had trained to combat, since men tended to rely on brute force over skill, especially when fighting against women.&nbsp; The key was to not let them build up any momentum, to always be moving sideways to their attack line so that they constantly had to readjust, staying just beyond their reach, waiting for them to overextend, and then you struck.<br><br>She frowned as she watched Killer Croc lead Batman into an apartment building, hoping Batman could take down the killer before he harmed anymore civilians.&nbsp; And Zatan was still floating in the air, unaware of his surroundings, which was hopefully a good sign since Grodd was still out of it too.&nbsp; Both of their bodies perfectly still as they engaged in their mental duel.<br><br>Wonder Woman stayed on the defensive, letting King Shark exhaust himself as she moved sideways, slowly circling them around until she was standing close to Grodd's unconscious body.&nbsp; While King Shark was strong, he wasn't stronger than her, she was having to use a significant amount of strength to deflect his strikes, but she could tell that he couldn't overpower her with just strength.&nbsp; The big danger to her was his claws as they would occasionally scratch along her armbands, sending sparks out as she deflected another blow.&nbsp; Once she was in the right position to Grodd, King Shark's animal fury making it easy to lead him to where she wanted him, the next time he overextended, she would turn her deflection into a throw, slamming him face down on top of Grodd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 01:19:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>In the building Croc was very much a bull in a china shop. While it helped in a fight moving around was impractical, and he was wrecking the bottom floor without particularly trying to. He'd let out a grunt at the pellet but didn't seem overly disturbed by it. Instead he was busy second-guessing the bat. While his vision wasn't as good he had a very large advantage in his sense of smell, and with the girl in the room it was only a matter of time before he forced his opponent's hand. Fortunately Croc was keenly focused on Batman and the scent of fearful humans was fairly present throughout the building. He stalked a few paces before pausing. With that ever-present devilishly wide grin he turned and stared directly at Batman through the darkness. Drool and blood dripped from his crooked, cruel teeth and his nostrils flared. In the dark confined space the sheer size of the mutant was only exacerbated. For a moment Croc considered how he should go about this, but then his animal nature kicked in. With a guttural roar he sprang into action, propelling himself shoulder-first at the cowardly bat intending to sandwich him against the wall, or smash him clean through it. In his haste he didn't even notice the statue-still girl pressing herself into a corner as he barreled by. <br><br>Meanwhile outside the astral and physical battles continued simultaneously. In the falling abyss Grodd became trapped within a strange prison of cards. He was unused to facing magic, and for a while seemed thoroughly stuck. He raged, slamming his fists against the barriers. To his credit despite the power of the magic his strength on the astral plane caused the walls to buckle, sending a psychic feedback towards Zatan as the magic keeping the walls solid was challenged. Meanwhile Shark was only growing angrier at the agile Amazonian's evasive maneuvers. He became less skillful as he swung, growing a little satisfied when his claws managed to scratch her armour. However he hadn't prepared for her strength, and wasn't expecting to be dodged and sent stumbling towards Grodd. He landed unceremoniously and had one instantaneous effect. Unfortunately it wasn't necessarily a good one. Grodd was dragged from the astral plane, pulled straight from his prison and back to the street. Zatan, now his foe's focus had been shattered, would inevitably be dragged violently back to reality. Unwillingly leaving a duel of minds like that wasn't an enjoyable experience for anyone, with Grodd's immediate roar marking his own frustration. <br><br>He separated himself from the shark and locked eyes with the cause of his anger. Where one might expect a heavy charge or clumsy blows like the shark-demigod Grodd's assault was almost surreal. A red, sparking lightning seemed to materialise around him for a fraction of a second before he moved with a speed normally associated with the likes of the Flash. Grodd wasn't that quick but his innate link with the speed force let him move drastically faster than even most superhumans. He swung for Wonder Woman's shoulder, not having the sense to line up a more harmful blow his speed and strength would none the less likely leave an impact, but he had perhaps wasted the surprise of his speed on something unlikely to cause more than some pain and a bit of a shock. Behind him the Shark was still dusting off the embarrassment of his clumsiness, turning to charge after Grodd, though fortunately he was far slower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 04:53:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/79d1/i/2014/266/c/d/killer_croc_vs_batman_by_juan7fernandez-d806wxq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 18, 2017, 1700<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Killer Croc, unknown civilians<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr><br>The moment Croc's murderous black eyes had met his own, Batman had known what was coming. That didn't make any more of a difference than knowing that a tornado was on its way, though. Worse, Croc was eight hundred pounds of bulletproof muscle—a freight train with feet—and he was about to charge. Another stun pellet wouldn't have any better of an effect than the first. More smoke would be useless in the darkened apartment. Croc had far too much body mass for any form of anesthetic or stun gas. In short, there was really only one thing to do.<br><br>He leaped to the right, lashing his arm out at the last second to pull the girl into his roll just as Croc stampeded past. A split second later, there was an enormous crash as the sound of exploding brickwork followed them. The girl screamed. Croc roared. More bricks shattered against the floor.<br><br>There was no hiding now.<br><br>Batman got back onto his feet and shooed the young girl off as Croc turned around. She vanished around a corner, presumably to find her parents, but most definitely away from this particular apartment. He noted the wall the door she'd used was built into—undoubtedly, that would be the corridor. On the ground floor, it would likely lead to an atrium or lobby—and a much more open area to take on Croc. At the very least, the corridor would provide him with the eight foot width he'd calculated earlier. Getting Croc all the way down to the lobby would be a secondary objective. As far as getting into the corridor was concerned. . .<br><br>"Come on, Croc," Batman said lowly, slipping his hand into his utility belt once more. He pulled it out, gripping several batarangs and fanning them out like a hand of cards. "Give it your best shot."<br><br>Croc was more animal than human. It made him predictable, but Waylon Jones was still in there somewhere, and he wasn't stupid. If he'd only pulled out one batarang, it would have been too obvious. Throwing a couple at his brow, though—close enough to his eyes for his instincts to force him to block them, but not close enough to risk blinding him permanently—would distract him when he charged. That's when he'd deploy the sonic batarang he'd also pulled out, and dive out of the way, sending the disoriented mutant crashing through the wall and straight into the corridor where the terrain would be a bit more equalized.<br><br>After that, it would simply be a matter of herding him into the lobby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 13:36:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gotham Peeps!<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>The sensation was a mix of being plunged into an ice cold lake and sitting too long on a plane in turbulence. Either way Zatan found himself wretched off the psychic plane and unceremoniously falling towards the pavement. While still in a stupor he managed to find his voice. <br><br>“Etativel!”<br><br>Stopping mere inches from hitting the ground he set his feet down and found earth. Zatan instinctively grabbed both his temple and his stomach. One felt like it would implode, the other explode. Trying to focus his blurry vision he surveyed the area.<br><br>Somehow he was ripped from the psychic plane and now found himself back in Gotham. Grodd seemed to recover much more quickly. Not surprising since the simian physically was a bit tougher. Following behind Grodd was King Shark. Both were well on their way to engaging Wonder Woman in battle.<br><br>Zatan didn’t have time to ponder his current situation – other than he would schedule time with both Batman and Wonder Woman in training. They didn’t seem to be working all that closely as a team and instead chose to fight each combatant individually. It probably didn't help he whisked off to the psychic plane.<br><br>Slightly drained from the quick psychic projection, Zatan raised his hands and pointed at the Amazonian. “Ekoms dna srorrim...Etaerc Rednow Namow snoisulli!!”<br><br>Instantly five replicas of Wonder Woman appeared alongside her. Hopefully that would confound Grodd at least until engages Wonder Woman to buy her some time. Zatan could only hope Batman was adeptly handling Croc. <br><br>Next Zatan mustered concentration and pointed at King Shark. Pointing wasn’t exactly a requirement for his power manifestation, but he was a master of prestidigitation and as such had some showmanship. “Knis nwod otni eht dnuorg!” Zatan watched as Shark sunk into the road as though in quick sand. The sinking stopped at his shoulders.<br><br><em>"Batman - holler if you need help!"</em> Zatan telepathically sent over their still in tact link. He sent a mental image of Grodd, King Shark and Wonder Woman to give him an update on their status.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 00:17:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>Wonder Woman cursed inwardly as her tactic didn't work as anticipated, instead of distracting Grodd, it yanked him and Zatan out of their psychic battle.&nbsp; As she saw Zatan falling she rushed to catch and it was looking like she was going to be a moment to late but fortunately the man was able to catch himself, nodding at him in acknowledgement.&nbsp; She was going to have to learn more about her teammates and to trust them more.&nbsp; <br><br>She was turning around to re-engage with King Shark and Grodd, to find Grodd was already up and moving inhumanly fast at her as his fist slammed into her shoulder, "NNggghhh."&nbsp; Her training kicked in, instead of resisting the blow, she let her shoulder move with the blow, reducing its effectiveness as she re-calculated how fast Grood was.&nbsp; The blow would leave a bruise, but she would heal that up quickly enough, but now she knew how fast he was.&nbsp; Grodd was a common opponent of Flash's and had some connection to the speed force, but it was more than she had expected.<br><br>The amazon smiled tightly as she realized that King Shark and Grodd were both focused on her, which was perfect.&nbsp; If they were both focused on her, then Zatan would have time to focus on more powerful offensive spells without having to take time to protect himself, now to keep the focus on her.&nbsp; All this was thought happened in the time of Grodd's blow landing on her as she let her shoulder turn in response as she used the momentum to launch her own strike back at Grodd, sending out a flurry of blows at Grodd, none of them at full power as she waited for an opening to develop, deflecting Grodd's blows as she spun around him and steered the combat towards King Shark as the monster sunk into the ground, moving at her full speed to keep up with Grodd.&nbsp; As soon as King Shark started coming out of the quicksand she would send a kick back at his face to knock him back into the soft ground as she sent punch after punch at Grodd.&nbsp; If Grodd turned his attention away from her for even a moment, or left an opening in his defenses, she would slam a full strength punch into him.<br><br>"Give up now, Grodd and I won't have to hurt you," she grunted at the intelligent gorilla, "you have no hope of winning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 03:56:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Indoors Croc grunted at the impact of the batarangs. More of an irritation than a threat he was still forced to cover his eyes and shield his face in case one found an eye. However once again he decided it was time to see if he could force the bat into a move of desperation and a close-quarters conflict. Instead of charging he turned, beginning to tear his way through the apartment building's ground floor. Now that he was attacking interior walls they were even flimsier and he barely had to swing his fists to destroy them. His plan was twofold. Firstly an effort to find more victims, both to sate his hunger and force the bat to stop, and secondly an attempt to create an unstable, dangerous environment. Despite the fact there were several floors even the roof collapsing on him was little real threat to someone as resilient as Croc, but if the Bat wanted to get close he'd be in a lot more danger. <br><br>Back outside King Shark was roaring in his frustration at being trapped in such a strange manner. He temporarily stopped nearly completely while he tried to assess the situation and understand quite what was going on. And then, as normal, he decided brute strength could overcome the issue. If he'd been any smaller he'd likely have been entirely trapped but due to the length of his limbs he found leverage on a firmer piece of ground, hauling himself up albeit gradually. When the battling ape and amazonian came by and Shark received a kick he responded with a two-armed lunge, aiming to knock the woman off balance and drag her towards him, hoping to give Grodd an easy time against a grounded foe. The kick itself had caused a great deal of pain, and likely a long lasting mark, but fortunately the ground almost shifted around King Shark and he didn't particularly sink much further. <br><br>Grodd himself was fully focused on the Amazonian. His own speed was allowing him to keep up with his more skilled foe, letting him re-maneuver poorly timed attacks and keep the pair on mostly even footing. When he saw shark lunge for her leg he saw his time to strike, instead of going for a swing or other attack he instead opted to shift his entire 8 feet tall 900lbs frame at her using the speed force to propel himself more akin to a living canonball than a traditional strike. The only care he took was to avoid aiming directly at Shark, in case she moved, but fortunately with King Shark grabbing for the legs she'd hopefully have difficulty avoiding it. While he was swift and powerful he did let his guard down entirely, and in charging receive a particularly brutal punch for his effort. At his speed it did little to knock him off course, but he would be in pain when he returned to his feet after the body slam. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 05:35:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nerdcaliber.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/BvR-Batman-angry-1024x576.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 17:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Killer Croc, Zatan, Unidentified civilians<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr><br>Batman put his plan into action the moment Croc's foot started forward, hurling a batarang with pinpoint accuracy at the beast's brow ridge. A second one followed it half a breath later, then a third. As expected, Croc instinctively raised his hands to cover his eyes, even while the sharpened metal projectiles bounced harmlessly off his skin. He snarled in frustration as Batman hurled a fourth and prepared for his charge.<br><br>Unfortunately, Murphy chose that moment to strike. Instead of charging, Croc turned and crashed into a different wall, smashing it to pieces. Plaster dust and wood splinters filled the air as Croc grabbed hold of a couch and hurled it into a different wall which crumpled like tinfoil. On the other side, a young man yelped and took off for the door, tripping over the leg of a broken chair and crawling the rest of the way. Croc wasted no time watching him, though, as he ripped the frame off of a nearby door and demolished the wall with a swipe of his tail.<br><br>Overhead, the roof started to buckle.<br><br><em>"Batman - holler if you need help!"</em> Zatan's voice chimed in his head. A moment later, like a strange case of vertigo, Batman's sight seemed to switch beyond his own body. He could see Wonder Woman busily deflecting a flurry of lightning fast blows from Grodd while King Shark reached up for her legs from some sort of hole in the ground. Then, just as instantly, he was back in the tenement building watching Croc upend a dresser.<br><br>Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about having room to maneuver anymore. Croc had essentially made them an arena.<br><br><em>"I can handle Croc,"</em> Batman said back to the magician. <em>"Focus on covering Diana."</em> Then, as an afterthought, he added <em>"Grodd can utilize the speed force, but he needs friction. Try ice."</em><br><br>With that, Batman turned his attention back to Croc. He certainly hadn't left Batman any place to hide, so there was no getting the drop on him now. And with the ceiling already starting to fold in on itself, there was no time left to play with anyway. Going toe-to-toe with Killer Croc wasn't ideal, but Batman had done it before—and he'd undoubtedly do it again, if history was anything to go by.<br><br>So be it.<br><br>Another dip into his utility belt, and he was ready. Batman rushed Croc, lashing out with his right hand and tossing a bola at his ankles. The ropes weren't really designed with brutes like Croc in mind, but they certainly weren't twine. If they snaked his legs, they'd prove difficult to break. He feinted to the left, then ducked to the right, slipping under Croc's mighty arm and launching himself off of the broken remains of the brick wall Croc had smashed earlier. Catapulting through the air, he'd try to land square on Croc's back. If he succeed, he'd jam his unused sonic batarang between Croc's scales, hit the button and roll off of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>26-10-2017, 05:15:56</strong>
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				Greetings! I am working on my response and wanted to get your feedback and make any modifications before I post...<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Zatan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wonder Woman, Grodd and Shark<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>The situation didn’t seem to be getting much better. Zatan’s spells were creating minor inconveniences at best. He needed to step it up a notch. One by one the Wonder Woman clones dissipated as Grodd forcefully came into contact with them. The unstable molecules of the magic weren’t intended to exactly reproduce the Amazon princess, but instead created likenesses not intended for battle – instead for confusion.<br><br>Zatan raised his hands. “Tropelet reh ot em!” In a flash of smoke Wonder Woman vanished and appeared next to Zatan. “I’m sorry for the surprise, but I’m not sure who’s winning at this point.”<br><br>The sorcerer turned back to King Shark, looking more like he was hugging himself after Diana’s disappearance, and Grodd, completing a wild swing into air.<br><br>Zatan, whose eyes were beginning to glow an eerie light blue, pointed at King Shark. “Fish can’t fly.” He said hypnotically. “Erif nrub dna nordluac elbbub!” The ground beneath shark exploded, sending the mutated fish high into the sky. “Gravity can be our friend.”<br><br>Next, he focused on Grodd. Zatan’s eyes grew even bluer. “No eht skcor!” A three foot by three foot block of ice surrounded Grodd’s torso, keeping only his neck and head from being frozen. “Maybe Grodd will cool off and I can get some information from him. This isn’t really like him to just got on a rampage without a bigger purpose.”<br><br>Zatan turned to Wonder Woman. “King Shark should be back with us momentarily. Maybe want to dispatch him?” Zatan pointed up at a speck in the air that was growing. Zatan was certain Shark would survive the fall, but assumed Wonder Woman would take care of him first.<br><br>Zatan’s eyes had dimmed. He was starting to feel some strain on his powers – a little fatigued. “Don’t try your psychics on me.” “Ees Tahw I ees!” Zatan’s spell would force Grodd to see anything psychically that Zatan was forced to see.<br><br>“What’s the deal, Grodd?” Zatan asked leaning against the block of ice. “You’ve certainly evolved further than the fish and reptile.” He motioned over his shoulder as he referred to King Shark and Killer Croc. “I can’t see teaming up with them has much advantage other than to do some damage and that’s not your style.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>26-10-2017, 17:17:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>One second Wonder Woman was between King Shark grabbing at her legs and Grodd cannonballing towards her and the next she was standing beside Zatan and him apologizing, "ehh..it was 50/50 at that point."&nbsp; &nbsp;The Amazonian heroine looked up to where Zatan pointed out where King Shark was falling toward the ground, "On it," she nodded and took off into the air, leaving an ice encased Grodd with Zatan.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Accelerating hard up to meet King Shark, Wonder Woman was planning to play a game of "Keep King Shark in the Air" with herself.&nbsp; She would deliver full power strikes with her flight bracing her to knock King Shark back up into the air, where he had no leverage, over and over until he had no fight left him. Or she missed for some reason and he hit the ground
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 02:01:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Within the building Croc grew considerably more irate on having batarangs thrown at him, and he only grinned when he saw his opponent finally decided he was ready to really fight. Croc bared his monstrous teeth and claws, preparing to tear apart Batman if he could. However just as he was considering the prospect of eating his long-time foe he felt a sharp tug at his ankles. While the bolas couldn't properly wrap around a being his size they could at least ruin his balance, and when he struggled and stepped he yanked them tighter, causing himself to fall somewhat pathetically to the floor. His arms were free and still highly dangerous, but with such limited leverage he was unable to swipe at the bat on his back. When the sonic batarang found its mark Croc gritted his teeth, refusing to admit pain visibly. But he was, at least for a while, pretty much stuck. He could hardly think straight due to the sonic batarang and it meant finding leverage to free himself was near enough impossible. <br><br>Shark and Grodd meanwhile both let out howls of fury when the Amazonian just barely skipped through their grasp. This turned to confusion as the surreal magic continued it's work. When Grodd was encased in ice he had memories of his falling out with Mr. Snart, and found his connection to the speed force wasn't half the help it should have been. His arms were completely trapped and he just paused briefly, assessing the situation and realising further fighting would just hurt him. Zatan's threat was enough to convince him that telepathy, at least aggressively, was a poor idea. Grodd spoke to Zatan telepathically, but gently, with a surprisingly eloquent tone. <br><br>"I surrender. I can't speak for the others. So long as you don't try to harm me or manipulate me with magic I will come peacefully. The others are not in my employ, nor are they my responsibility."<br><br>His voice was laced with anger, but given no choice he'd managed to at least pretend to contain it a little. And he did mean what he said. He had no interest in protecting the other two, and no interest in getting injured further trying to fight a lost battle. However nearby King Shark cared very little for his injuries. He was angered at being kept in the air so long, and while physical harm was having little effect the dehydration was hitting him a little at this point. After a few times the Wonder Woman managed to knock him back Shark managed to leap on landing, using her own strike as something of a spring board. He landed surprisingly well on the roadside and stopped, turning to his foes. Realising how far inland his rampage had brought him he had a brief look of uncertainty before speaking out in a grating, guttural tone. It was unsettling to say the least, certainly a long way from human. <br><br>"Salt Water."<br><br>Two words, but it said a lot really. As aggressive as he was he would inevitably die if he kept fighting, and he wasn't quite that angry. He wasn't even sure if it was possible, but one way or another he needed them to do it or needed to sprint to the ocean. And knowing that they'd only pursue him this seemed like the quickest way to the only thing that'd keep him alive. After a series of well timed strikes the villains are all either incapacitated or unwilling to continue the fight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 03:32:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c2/8a/a8/c28aa8ec97a13b6165a4122638780c23--batman-robin-batman-vs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 1700<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Croc, Oracle, Zatan, Wonder Woman, Unidentified civilians<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr><br>Croc thrashed under Batman as he drove his knee into the creature's back. He hadn't expected Croc to lose his balance so easily, but it was a mistake that was going to cost him severely. The sonic batarang was still on, as evidenced by its flashing LED light. He could turn it off, but that would make Croc more comfortable; people who were comfortable didn't talk, and Batman wanted answers. <br><br>First things were first, though.<br><br>Batman grabbed Croc's struggling arm and pulled it behind his back to pin him further. It wasn't likely to drastically decrease the chances of Croc's escape, considering the brute's strength, but the awkward positioning would reduce his ability to garner any leverage. Failing that, he'd at least know Croc was making a move if the arm shifted at all. He quickly checked the status of the bola cables, which wasn't as good as he'd hoped, but still decent enough to secure Croc for the time being. That done, he brought his fingers to the communicator on his cowl.<br><br>"Oracle," he said quickly. "Croc's down. Status report."<br><br>Below, Croc grumbled something derogatory. Grabbing a firm hold on the back of Croc's head, Batman bent it back and turned his face to make eye contact. Croc grunted, and his tail slammed angrily behind them, but a quick and forceful pinch on the mutant's trapezius reminded him who was in charge.<br><br>"This isn't like you, Waylon," Batman growled. "You don't do <em>teams.</em>"<br><br>A full-on rampage wasn't out of the question for someone like Croc, but with others? With somebody as intelligent as <em>Grodd</em>? No, something wasn't right. What was the motive? Bloodlust wasn't good enough. Destroying half the city in the middle of the day wasn't something just done on a whim, even if your skin was bulletproof. The timing was awfully convenient, too. Two simultaneous alerts for major cities had set a few alarm bells off for Batman back at the Watchtower, but he'd let the pandemonium on the Clocktower frequency distract him. Now, though, Robin and Nightwing were safe, and Oracle had regathered her wits.<br><br>Batman narrowed his eyes. "Neither is wanton property damage. It's clear you were stirring up trouble to distract us. Now, you're going to tell me who hired you and what's happening in Metropolis." He pulled Croc's neck back a little further—just past the point of comfort—and continued. "Start talking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 04:24:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wonder Woman<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>It ended rather unclimactic, but Zatan wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Knowing from their telepathic link that Croc was down, he touched a communicator plugged into his ear. “Watchtower, Grodd and King Shark have been subdued as well.”<br><br>Before Zatan could utter another word to Grodd, Shark’s guttural voice interrupted. Clearly the battle had an unintended consequence on the fish mutant. Without any flashy gestures Zatan cast a spell. “Gnidnif Omen!!” A fish tank appeared with King Shark inside. It actually was a tank Zatan used frequently in a stage act where he was put into a straitjacket and dropped in the water to drown. A gigantic clock ticked above the stage and just past zero as the crowd began to get nervous Zatan would make his presence known. Miraculously, he would get out of the jacket and end up in the back row of the theater. <br><br>Regardless, the tank was large enough to hold Shark, but not large enough to give him any momentum.<br><br>Turning back to the psychic great ape Zatan frowned. Knowing that Grodd was warm blooded, he couldn’t remain for an extended period in the block of ice. Zatan spoke out loud rather than over the psychic link Grodd created between them. “I find it difficult to believe you weren’t pulling some strings. It sure looked like you led the initial attack.” Grodd was hiding something, but without being a psychic himself Zatan found it hard to see anything in Grodd’s mind.<br><br>“What should we do with them?” Zatan turned to Wonder Woman with a sigh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 22:52:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>AS King Shark landed, Wonder Woman landed facing him, reading to continue their fight, but as the man-monster left a fighting stance and asked for salt water.&nbsp; The amazon relaxed slightly and nodded in understanding in what he was asking for.&nbsp; She cautiously looked back at Zatan as he used his magic to create a salt water fish tank.&nbsp; She watched as the man monster climbed back into before she went over to Zatan and spoke quietly to him so that the two villains couldn't over hear.&nbsp; "I am going to go help Batman bring Croc out here,"&nbsp; she looked at the other two villains, "Don't trust them.&nbsp; We will turn them over to the police."&nbsp; She looked around as the police started arriving as they realized the fighting was stopping, "Tell them we have facilities to hold them if they can't until their trial." <br><br>Wonder Woman moved towards the apartment that Batman and Croc had disappeared to, pulling out her Lasso of Truth.&nbsp; Once she approached Batman and Croc, she would use the rope to bind Croc's arms before she helped escort him back to the other villains, ready to hog tie Croc if he seemed like he was going to resist and just carry him.&nbsp; At the moment, she isn't going to use the Lasso of Truth to get answers out of the villains, since it might cause problems with them being arrested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 03:15:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Croc growled from the floor when the Bat called him Waylon. He didn't like that name much. Reminded him of who he should've got to be. There was a moment in which he flexed, almost effortlessly pointing out that he could still make this a fight and get people hurt if he was really pushed enough. Sure he'd get hurt getting up, but he was strong enough to manage it. But instead he opted to just goad Batman. He'd heard of this team, and he knew they played by a lot more rules than the Dark Knight used to. <br><br>"Don't look like a team to me, bat. Just hungry. Your Robin was almost my dinner." <br><br>He leered as best he could from the ground, running his course tongue over his jagged teeth. Sometimes the horror of what Croc had, and did, do to people could be forgotten or not truly realised. He liked to remind Batman that if he ever failed Croc would devour him. He never thought it'd really scare the fearless vigilante, but perhaps just unnerve him. His voice did a little of that on it's own, sounding like something inhuman and unnatural trying to form human words. His vocal cords and throat weren't built for ordinary talking and he sounded struggled, pained when he did so. It lead to a very guttural sound with a lot of coughing and growling. <br><br>Back outside King Shark seemed relieved at the appearance of water. He stood dead still in it, fixating his soulless black eyes on Zatan. He let his mouth hang open a little, just showing the rows upon rows of serrated shark teeth. He couldn't speak now, anyway, and there was little he could do to diminish his monstrous appearance. So instead he just remained emotionless and almost alien, now something of a surreal site.<br><br>Grodd himself was growing distinctly agitated at the ice, and as Zatan spoke to him he flexed a little starting to cause it to crack. Instead of talking he once again broadcast his thoughts telepathically. <br><br>"Remove the ice. It pains me and I will say nothing further until it is gone."<br><br>A simple sentence, but one that telepathically was delivered with an eloquent and upper class voice. It was surreal with the hulking mass of muscle standing still and not moving it's mouth, when Grodd's own voice would be far more animal. But he rarely spoke out loud unless it was in anger. After he was done talking he just stared Zatan down with Shark, seeming intent on sticking to his words. <br><br>Back indoors Croc was just done having a little fun taunting Batman when Wonder Woman arrived to escort him. He didn't bother to fight back or bother her, letting her tie his arms before getting to his feet calmly for such a savage being. He kept a sickening grin on his face as he looked down at the pair. While he was beaten he was still several feet taller and several times the weight of both of the others combined, and indoors he dwarfed them. Although by far the most disturbing thing was the blood across his scales, claws and particularly around his maw. He made a show of licking his lips. By now many knew he had a tendency to taunt heroes or law enforcement, goading them on, although nobody was quite sure why.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 03:04:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/51ce61a7e4b0d911b449ba82/1368717762547/1000w/Screen%20Shot%202013-05-16%20at%208.19.26%20AM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 1700<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Croc, Oracle, Wonder Woman, Zatan<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr><br><em>Your Robin was almost my dinner.</em> The words echoed in Batman's mind as he watched Wonder Woman tie Croc's limbs together. He kept a close eye on the beast, ready to spring to action if he made a move on the amazon, but the words still haunted him. He'd already lost <em>one</em> Robin. Tonight, he'd nearly lost another one. Almost lost another <em>two,</em> if not for the heroics of Gotham's Finest.<br><br>Unacceptable. Completely and totally inexcusable. <em>Reckless.</em><br><br>Batman balled his fist and fixed Croc with a cold glare. He could see the humor behind those eyes, mocking him. He could see the blood dripping from Croc's teeth, a present reminder of the dozens he'd brutally murdered. The dozens he'd <em>eaten</em>, like he was <em>eager</em> to leave his humanity behind completely. Croc was sick—in more ways than one. He needed <em>help,</em> not a beating, even if he was a dangerous psychopath.<br><br>It was the only thing keeping Batman from winding his freshly clenched fist back and breaking a few of those crimson teeth when Croc grinned. That, and the fact that such a thoughtless move could easily result in the loss of his hand.<br><br>He felt like warning Wonder Woman. Croc was being awfully passive as she went about her work, almost like he was waiting for an opening. A chance to take a chunk out of <em>her,</em> like he'd undoubtedly done to several civilians today. He <em>felt</em> like warning her, but he knew there was no need. His calculations had proven her to be the most dangerous hand-to-hand combatant on the planet. Croc might be a savage, but he wasn't getting a sneak attack on <em>Wonder Woman</em> without paying for it.<br><br>Instead, he kept his eyes locked onto Croc's. "I'm waiting," he said brusquely. "You don't want to make me wait."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>02-11-2017, 04:07:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Zatan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gothan peeps<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Zatan watched as Wonder Woman made her way to Batman. It would be difficult for local law enforcement to hold Grodd unless they had a psychic disrupter. Zatan was sure Batman had such a gadget. The mage couldn’t spend all his time blocking Grodd’s psychic attacks for the rest of his life.<br><br>Zatan’s eyes focused momentarily on King Shark. The mutate was a feat of science. Zatan actually felt like a small fish ready to be gulped up by the larger predator. He shook off the feeling – he knew how to defeat Shark with a few mumbled words. <br><br>Grodd’s telepathic voice brought his attention back to the ape. Zatan wasn’t outright cruel and nodded. “Morf eci ot latem! The power rippled through Zatan as the words escaped his mouth. The block of ice that concealed Grodd was replaced with nearly unbreakable chains.<br><br>“You said that they were not in your employ or your responsibility.” Zatan went back to interrogating. “That’s hard to believe. You don’t just team up with mindless brutes for fun.” Zatan turned to King Shark, “no offense.” He turned back to Grodd. “What’s the deal?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 06:17:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>Wonder Woman is holding the Lasso of Truth as Croc tries to scare her with his bestiality and bloody teeth.&nbsp; The amazon looks directly at Croc and says dispassionately, "If you convince me you are a rabid animal or a monster, if I ever fight you, it will be the only time."&nbsp; She informs the mutated man, the Lasso of Truth transferring knowledge to Croc that Wonder Woman was speaking the truth.&nbsp; The Lasso works on all that are holding it, this keeps it from being abused, the holder has to speak the truth as well as the one tied up by it.&nbsp; She does not use her Lasso to compel truth from Croc, this was not an emergency situation that would require the trodding over of someone's rights.&nbsp; But she also doesn't stop Croc from answering Batman's questions, if he wished to brag or try to work a deal, that was his choice.<br><br>Wonder Woman nods at Batman as she started to lead Croc out to where King Shark and Grodd are, making sure the other two are not causing problems.&nbsp; She looked around to see who was in charge of the police and whether there was a prisoner van that looked like it could restrain the three villains.&nbsp; Although she was frowning as she took in the three's calm attitude about getting arrested.&nbsp; That means they feel like they will be freed somehow later on.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wished she had been able to drop her shields to allow Zatan's telepathic contact earlier, but with them being in the middle of a telepathic attack by Grodd, she had been unwilling to take the chance to let Grodd get even a small foothold on her mind. She held back on saying anything yet, but she would definitely mention it to Batman as something he was probably the best at looking into.<br><br>Looking at the person who came forward to talk to the heroes, Wonder Woman asked, "Do you all have the capacity to hold these three safely?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 02:26:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Croc's reptilian eyes were unblinking as he fixed them on Batman's. He watched a little while before grinning wide. He'd clearly managed to rile the bat, if only a little. <br><br>"Tic, Toc..." He murmured when Batman chided him on time. He knew Batman would remember the little words all too well, after the first time they'd met. Croc had lured several police officers to the sewers and picked them off as the Batman tried to find him. All the while he taunted Batman by growling 'Tic, Toc another one feeds the Croc' before using his incredible swimming to evade capture. He was caught in the end, but not before taking several good men to grisly deaths. It wasn't a moment Gotham, or it's hero, was likely to forget quickly. And Croc had been dragging it up ever since. For a small-minded being he was surprisingly gifted at psychological warfare. When Wonder Woman threatened him he didn't seem concerned at all, instead replying with a comment of his own.<br><br>"Short sight, Wonder Woman..." He growled, his voice not sounding accustomed to speaking at all. "Kill me and you're coming down my path one day." Whether there was truth to it was hardly the point, Croc was smart enough to know death gave the heroes pause for thought and he suspected some of the team might disagree on the topic. <br><br>For all Croc's taunting the others were infinitely more reserved. They both stared at the heroes, but didn't care to move or speak for a while before Grodd replied to Zatan in the same surreal psychic voice, so different to his animal body.<br><br>"A brute, to be sure. But the shark's not half as mindless as you seem to believe. Not the point, though. I wasn't in command of a thing they did."<br><br>A few police officers, mostly SWAT and riot officers, were beginning to move in. Several had weapons out and trained but on seeing how the heroes had things under control they lowered them at the Captain's orders. Little good their small arms would do in the event things went south anyway. He approached Wonder Woman with a slightly nervous but still professional demeanor. <br><br>"I doubt that, M'am. They're much too strong for our cells. We've not had any federal contact so perhaps if you have a secure location?" He offered hopefully. There was no way Gotham's prisons could contain the trio. Even one would be a challenge but all three was asking for a mass breakout. If the government didn't want the captives he personally felt the safest place would be with the heroes who captured them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Backdraft</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 19:43:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/1815181.main_image.jpg?strip=all)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct. 19, 2017, 1700<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Croc, Oracle, GCPD Officers, Wonder Woman, Zatan, Grodd, King Shark<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br><hr>"We'll take them." Batman said roughly, shooting Croc a look. The only viable alternative was Arkham, and they'd have enough trouble just with Killer Croc. Aaron Cash was a strong man, and an excellent guard, but if they showed up in the Asylum with not one, but <em>three</em> hulking, toothy monstrosities that were perfectly content to tear off and eat human limbs, the man would either faint or quit. "It'll give us a opportunity to test the Watchtower's Detention Center. And it'll give Weylon and I a chance to talk."<br><br>Batman let it hang there. Croc wasn't the only one adept in psychological warfare. His little "tick, tock," crack was pushing the limits of Batman's patience, but he refused to be goaded. Croc wanted him angry, so the best tack to take was actually the standard schoolyard bully response: ignore him.<br><br>With that, Batman turned around and fixed his gaze on the clock tower in the distance. Fixed in the center of Gotham, it had a good view of the city and housed one of the greatest information brokers in the world. "Oracle," he grunted, pressing his fingers into his earpiece again. "Status report. What's the situation with Robin and Nightwing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 23:42:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Zatan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zatan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gotham peeps<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Zatan looked to King Shark as Grodd’s words entered his mind. It was puzzling to the sorcerer and he wasn’t one that was particularly investigative. That was more Batman’s area of expertise. While the three villains clearly coordinated their attacks, Grodd’s admission that he was not the ring leader was troubling to Zatan.<br><br>Severing their psychic link Zatan sighed. While waiting for a response from the Watchtower he piped up. “We’ll have to take particular precautions to limit Grodd’s psychic projections.” He motioned to King Shark. “And alter the environmental conditions.”<br><br>“There’s more to the story than Grodd is letting on.” Zatan added soberly. “He’s convinced me he was not the wring leader of the trio.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 04:05:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zfuhTz3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wonder Woman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605769#msg13605769)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham Streets<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Oct 19, 2017: 5pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Batman, NPCs<br><strong>Content:</strong> (Warnings.)<br><hr><br>Wonder Woman ignored Crocs attempt at being monstrous, she had fought and killed true monsters, things that never had any humanity to lose in the first place.&nbsp; She had very little hope of Croc being redeemed, especially since he had never even tried to be anything but what he has been changed into.&nbsp; Everyone deserved a chance at redemption, but they had to make the first move, they had to want to be redeemed.&nbsp; Croc had never show any remorse about his actions, but that was not a concern for now.&nbsp; The bigger concern was how easily the three villains were surrendering.&nbsp; She looked between the three villains, watching their body language and it almost seemed like they wanted to be taken to the Watchtower.<br><br>Wonder Woman nodded at the Captain, "We have facilities that will be able to hold them, Captain.&nbsp; What official actions do we need to follow to make sure everything is done legally for the courts."&nbsp; She asked as she looked at Batman and Zatan, both of whom also seem uncomfortable with the situation.&nbsp; Frowning in thought, the amazon turned towards Croc, who she still had bound with her Lasso of Truth and decided to use the abilities it was named for. <br><br>"Croc, do you want to be taken up to the Watchtower?&nbsp; Was that part of the plan?"&nbsp; She asked the animalistic man directly, sending her will down the lasso to make him speak the truth as she watched him carefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 20:32:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br>Oracle's reply came back in an instant as she'd been keeping close tabs on the two wounded heroes. <br><br>"Both stable but badly wounded. Robin has several cracked ribs and a punctured lung, Nightwing has a fracture in his right arm and left leg. Both severe blood loss and bruising. They'll recover soon." She was worried for both but now certain they'd live. It was scary how close it'd been to reporting two deaths. <br><br>The police captain looked more uncertain than anything. No amount of training or experience, even in a city like Gotham, gave him an idea of how to respond to an incident like this. He'd no idea what the legal grounds were but morally he was certain handing over the criminals to the Justice League was the right thing to do. "I don't see this being a time for paper work, I think the right thing to do for everyone is get them contained safely. After that I'm afraid negotiations will be far above my pay grade." He gave a humble smile, knowing he was out of his league and just sticking to common sense. <br><br>When the lasso exerted its power on Croc he bared his teeth briefly, before speaking. His guttural voice caused a few officers to waver slightly, but the company of the heroes let them stand stronger. <br><br>"Don't want to go to your tower. Didn't have a plan." His brief words were altogether unhelpful, though perhaps somewhat revealing in that they must be the truth and so showed that he truly had minimal knowledge of any larger plan. <br><br>Back in the watchtower J'onn made arrangements via teleporters, zeroing in and then telepathically sending the three heroes the all-clear. Without wasting any more time, and given the captain's permission, J'onn flicked the switch. With a brief hum and a blur of the air all the heroes and villains vanished from sight, instantly reappearing thousands of feet above on a teleportation pad. The pad was large enough to keep them all separate, and J'onn managed to bring the water tank with them. As soon as they were on board J'onn entered Grodd's mind, taking up a quiet residency ready to react to any attempted psychic attacks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>19-11-2017, 14:53:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>The alert came up throughout the Watchtower, calling for heroes to respond as fast as possible. It was a direct request from S.T.A.R Labs after they'd realised the sudden outage at one of their sites was more than just lost power, it was a break in. They gave as much information as they could to the League but unfortunately there was very little to go on. Some kind of incredibly powerful E.M.P had shook the building, knocking out all security systems, the backup generators and their own alert system. S.T.A.R had to make contact with local law enforcement and request an investigation, which confirmed there was a clear break-in. Whoever had attacked the lab hadn't just walked in they'd blasted a hole clean through the outer wall and made a beeline inside. Nobody can make contact with anything on the inside, and nobody's sure who's responsible for the attack or what awaits the heroes. Gotham's locals are still injured and Batman's busy on an espionage mission, so it falls to the League to get there and find answers. The main goal is to assess what's been taken from the laboratory, and then find out who took it and why they took it. <br><br>J'onn wasted no time getting everyone directed to their nearest teleporters, quietly being grateful that this time they had a properly working communications array and could talk without his telepathy. He was still there as a back up but it was good for him to be able to focus on their enemies, although for now the only thing he could report is that he couldn't see anything in the lab aside from dozens of unconscious workers. He placed the heroes deftly just about a hundred yards from the entry point to the lab. The building itself was tall and imposing, a mass of steel and concrete that screamed 'You don't have clearance to come in here' to just about anyone. Even the League were fairly uninformed on exactly what it was S.T.A.R got up to most of the time. It might be an opportunity to surreptitiously have a peek at what happened behind closed government doors, but the more important thing was that anything worth breaking into S.T.A.R labs for was bad news in the hands of the wrong people.<br><br>The structural damage would be clear at a glance. The hole in the wall was incredibly clean but large, big enough to drive a pickup truck through if you wanted. But it definitely wasn't done by a vehicle, it looked more like precise use of high-powered explosives. On approach it was clear there were scorch marks and a little fallen rubble, along with a distinct burning smell. Whoever had made the entry point was just as skilled at breaking and entering as they were at utilising experimental technology like E.M.P's. The heroes would feel a static in the air as an after-effect of the pulse, although it wasn't effecting any of their equipment it was noticeable just how powerful the weapon must have been. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-11-2017, 18:52:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>One of Jacob's dirty little secrets is that while he technically hadn't had his PhD yet he already had a reputation as a Mad Scientist in some circles. Mostly in circles where that's considered a good thing. It's not official, but he's pretty sure he could get a job at a STAR labs at any time by just asking. Between that and his scientific mindset, well - this was like giving a kid the keys to a candy store.<br><br>Then said kid discovering that the whole was blown out by an explosive and the security system knocked out by an EMP. This analogy may be going to far.<br><br>He puts the welder's goggles on properly and taps a button on the Staff to light up the tip and holds the staff forward.<br><br>"<strong>Let me know if anyone sees a scientist. With the computers out that might be the best chance of figuring out what's going on.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-11-2017, 19:42:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Metropolis <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Billy had been one of the Leaguers assigned to the S.T.A.R. Labs break-in in progress. He, along with Starfire and Starman teleported down to Gotham and got right to work. Reports said an EMP knocked out all the power in the building; probably at least a mile or so further than that as well if the device was good enough to plunge the labs back to the dark ages for a few hours. He held his hand up, and sparks danced between his fingertips, but when nothing else seemed to happen, he sighed and dropped his hand. <br><br>"Bad news, that EMP is...it's just wow. Normally you could <em>maybe</em> charge some electronic devices in the aftermath of an EMP if you've got a big enough battery," he gestured to himself. "And some luck. But this thing, it's like the Pulse isn't over. There's some sort of fallout that's making it so I can't even recharge the stuff around here. Everything affected is just <em>off</em> until whatever time limit there is is over. And to make matters worse, that hole," he said with another sigh. <br><br>"See how perfect it is? Like someone just took a big blade and cut that chunk out. The rubble is a giveaway it was det-chord and explosives but on a really disturbing level. I've helped soldiers all over the world. And I've seen more than a few breach and clears. <em>Nothing</em> busts a wall down this clean. There should be stress fractures from the shockwave; rubble everywhere. More than these simple scorch marks." Hands fell to his hips and he sighed.<br><br>&nbsp;"Whoever we're dealing with are pros who have access to some of the highest level specific tech I've seen. This is a serious issue and we need to get to the bottom of it, ASAP. Come on you two, let's sweep the place. Keep your heads on a swivel and stay together; we don't know what other toys they have." Starman mentioned finding a scientist to help them figure out what was going on. "On our way, we question anyone we find, then get them to safety. I just hope we don't find any bodies."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>24-11-2017, 21:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Kori looked at the hole in the wall and was almost impressed, during her training with the Warlords of Okaara she had seen first hand more devestating weapons and weapons that could create breaching holes with greater precision. But those weapons relied on technology that wasn't available to humans, so that someone could create a device that was anywhere as precise as those alien devices was no small feat.<br><br>A technological feat almost as impressive as Starman's staff, which Kori could feel as he made it glow. Because night had fallen Kori could feel her skin absorbing some of the staff's energy giving her the smallest boost of energy. Cautiously she flew through the hole in the side of the building, she knew that if there was anyone just on the other side of the breach waiting to ambush them her flaming con-trail would make her an obvious target but from what little she knew of Starman she was decidedly more resilient than her human compatriot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>24-11-2017, 23:16:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>As the light given of by both Starman and Starfire entered the building a corridor could be seen stretch out ahead. The lighting inside was dead, and the emergency lighting appeared to be shut down too. From the glow of the two heroes it could be seen there was a brutal scene inside the building. There were several bodies on the floor around the entryway, along with the rubble that had made up the wall. On initial assessment it seemed like whatever detonation had opened up the wall had crushed several unfortunate men who'd been in the way of the blast. <br><br>But when the group got inside it was clear that whoever had operated this breach and clear was taking no prisoners. The men had severe injuries from the blast, but each had a clear gunshot wound between the eyes. The rounds appeared to have come from a high calibre handgun and been used to execute the scientists. The victims weren't even security, or armed, and had been killed while knocked over or panicking. Despite the brutality there was fairly little blood beyond the clean gunshots, showing it had been incredibly quick and efficient. Luckily the speed at which the invaders had operated meant it was immediately obvious which way they'd gone. <br><br>Straight across the corridor there was a door battered open. It had been a relatively well made, top of the range, security door designed to keep out any invaders. But whatever it had come up against wasn't something they'd been able to prepare for. The door itself was reinforced steel and had been torn in half, judging by the lack of blast marks, by someone's bare hands. Through the door there was more pitch dark, although the faint outlines of more bodies on the ground could be made out each time the light flickered. Inside the building there wasn't a single sound at all. No alarms, no panicked survivors and no sign of the attackers. <br><br>Up above J'onn was doing his best to spread his attention and from a fast search he couldn't find any sign of anyone alive in the entire building up ahead. The trio of heroes communicators all activated at the same time as he gave them an update. <br><br>"Doesn't look like there's anything alive in there. Can't see any thoughts at all. Push on through to the invaders target, keep cautious though, I do make mistakes." Rarely, he thought to himself, but the heroes rushing in believing it must be empty and being injured because of him wasn't an option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-11-2017, 02:28:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Starman makes a move like he's about to throw up. He's had the fortune of never seeing a dead body in real life before. A few close calls, but shit - some of the best minds in Gotham and someone threw them away like garbage. Jesus, he's gonna - he's gonna -<br><br>No, no - alright. Good, good. Shazam mentioned a continuous EMP and decided to had to try something. The Staff had some shielding and most of it worked off of deep space cosmic radiation but there was enough here to cause an issue or two.<br><br>"<strong>Confirm. The EMP is making the staff act up a little. Should be fine for the brute force stuff though.</strong>" he replies as they keep going.<br><br>"<strong>Jesus, I had a job offer here not long ago.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-11-2017, 18:40:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Metropolis <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> When they entered, Billy couldn't help but sighing when his eyes looked around and saw all the bodies. A few had been killed by the breach, meaning of course they had no idea it was coming. Even if they had warning, the EMP probably threw everyone into disarray. Everyone though, had a neat bullet hole in the center of their forehead. The exit wounds were <em>not</em> pretty. Shazam didn't even seem to move, but suddenly had several ID's in his hand and was reading over them, committing these men and women's names to memory.<br><br>&nbsp;"Their families deserve to know. We need to tell them after this." And though it was a genuine act of kindness, his tacitcal mind couldn't help memorizing things like positions they held and clearance levels. Any little clue could help immensely. He looked around the room, then at the inside of the breach. Work like this was commonplace in the world of military, wet work, private contractors, and villainy even. But just because the method was commonplace, didn't mean the execution wasn't top notch. He had to give credit where it was due here. This person was highly efficient, organized, and knew how to do this sort of thing. <br><br>Even a team couldn't move this good without an Ace or someone running it. He almost had a clear picture when he looked at the door that had been torn open by brute strength. That added another variable, as the method was clearly different from the breach. Did that mean the tech and gear they had wasn't good enough for the door? Or did whoever they brought along as muscle decide his way was just easier? Either way, things were more difficult now. <br><br>"Good thing your staff is still useable; it'll be a big help probably in...whatever it is we're dealing with. And I guess it's a good thing you didn't take it, huh? Probably wouldn't have had your staff on hand when this went down." He took a few seconds to pause and gather his thoughts before opening his mouth again. "Even though the mangled door threw me off a bit, I think so far I've been able to narrow down just who is capable of something like this. One of Batman's Rogue's is probably our best bet. I swear Bats finds the most annoyingly skilled bad guys he can just to test himself," he said with a mirthless chuckle.<br><br>&nbsp;"This was the work of a Deathstroke, or Deadshot; someone on that level of not only skill, but ruthlessness. But the door...I'm still not sure. I've read on his file that Slade has enhanced strength, but I've never seen it firsthand so I can't say for sure if this was him. But we're close. We just need to keep on going." When he heard the Martian's deep, calming voice over the comms, he hoped it was some good news. But he couldn't have been more wrong.<br><br>&nbsp;No life-signs in the building aside from them, which meant either the bad guys had shielding from J'onn somehow, or they were long gone. It also meant the entire staff were dead. "Acknowledged, Manhunter. <em>Fuck</em>," he muttered. "Alright, team. Let's pick up the pace a bit. We might've missed them here, but that doesn't mean we can't pick up on a trail." He walked over to the door and held out his palm, summoning an orb of light to it. Then he gestured and it floated above them, casting a pale light over everything. Then he walked through, making sure to keep his head on a swivel and put himself in harm's way before the others needed to.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 15:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Kori's military training might have been a little rusty but disturbing as the scene was it made a kind of sense. Which is when J'onn informed the team of the lack of life signs. Kori would be the first to admit she didn't have a full grasp on Earth's criminals and what motivated them but war was the same all over the universe and so far the enemy had been very good at disguising itself.<br>"J'onn, these recent attacks the people involved all seem to surprisingly well organised and trying to target the League one way or another. And they know about you and your telepathy, so is it possible they have someone or something that's blocking it? I mean shouldn't you at least be able to sense the people that did this? Can you detect us three at least?"<br><br>Kori flew across to the side of the door and briefly looked at how it had been torn apart, if she could spot hand marks it might give the team a rough idea of the size of the person that did this or if was a person at all. "The hole in the wall could have been prepared quietly and using stealth but once they started the attack they didn't have the need or time for subtle. If they are in a rush maybe we can catch them off guard." With that Kori flew through the broken door and into the next room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-11-2017, 16:15:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>J'onn's reply came quickly. "I see you all just fine. I think everything in the building's dead or unconscious. But there could be something shielding others, I'd have no way of knowing. Nothing on this earth so far has succeeded at hiding from me, but if it had then I wouldn't know about it." It was an unfortunate issue. For something or someone to be powerful enough to hide then by nature of them hiding, J'onn would have no idea about them without catching them through other means.<br><br>Continuing into the next room the trio were met with a corridor. It was very dark until they entered, but the light given off by their various flames and electronic devices shed a little light. There were more bodies on the floor, all executed in a similar fashion. At the far end was a door similar to the steel one they'd just entered, also torn apart, but the room was in complete shadow for now. Whatever had done it seemed to only be roughly the size of a man, as there were marks where gloved hands had bent the metal. <br><br>More immediately notable was the fact that this corridor appeared to be lined with some kind of cells. It was roughly thirty feet long and contained three cells along each wall. On the left the first was empty. The second contained a human figure who looked to be dressed in some kind of superheroes costume. It wasn't one any of the heroes recognised, but it was a distinctive bright red and yellow. They looked like they were only a teenager, and seemed to be unconscious with several tubes attached to their body. Their helm was notable in that it appeared to flatten off at the top, and though they were unconscious it seemed like a few small flames flickered in place.<br><br>Next in line on the left was a hulking figure, equally collapsed and unconscious. It had grey, rotting skin and an odour of death and decay seeped through even the huge bulkhead door keeping the being in its cell. This creation was reminiscent of frankensteins monster and looked like a twisted, tortured parody of a man who'd been dead for decades or centuries. Although unconscious the figure would clearly tower over the heroes, looking to be at least nine feet tall. <br><br>On the right wall the first cell was also empty, but the second contained a very strange being. Almost as big as the creature at the end of the left wall it was alien to behold. Wearing little more than rags the figure was perhaps eight feet or more, and bulging with inhuman muscles. It's skin was a slightly off shade of red, and it's arms were longer in proportion to it's body than a humans were, as well as being tipped with cruel looking hook like claws. It's body appeared to be entirely hairless, although atop its head there was a fin like the crest of a lizard. Perhaps just as distinctive as the rest of it was the fact that above it's furrowed brow was a third eye. It was closed, but unmistakably an eye. Nobody had any idea what this creature was, and J'onn did his best to gaze on through his team mates eyes. At this point he wasn't sure if these beings were being hidden by some material in their cells or the concoction of chemicals injected into them, but he couldn't see any of their minds at all. <br><br>In the last cell on the right wall was the only thing conscious, and perhaps even more disturbing than the two huge figures. It was a humanoid figure of a striking pink-violet hue. While it looked like it could once have been human it was far removed from that now. Across all it's body there was a bubbling, liquid like substance that seemed to form a strange membrane. It was hard to make out features as this strange material covered its face, eyes, mouth and nose over. It looked sickly and unwell at a glance, with ribs showing clean through at the chest and a sunken in stomach. It's limbs had no visible muscle whatsoever and it appeared to have little more mass than a skeleton and this membranous substance. It didn't seem to notice the heroes at all but instead just stood, at the door to its cell, tapping its forehead against the door lightly. <br><br>J'onn contacted the trio telepathically, proceeding to link their minds. Talking out loud wasn't a risk he was currently willing to take, and he needed to give the League members a way to avoid verbal communication. "Whoever broke in wasn't here for them. I don't know who they are though. I'm going through everything we know but I've got nothing. Someone's kept whatever this is very, very well hidden. I suggest we keep them where they are, but it's a tough call. They could be experiments, prisoners or victims. Or all three."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 06:14:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>The mental linking probably wasn't a good idea as Jacob is really spooked by all that's going on, holding his staff forward. He's suddenly reminded of all those bad old science fiction movies of his younger days and how this reminds him of the jump scares and of Xenomorphs and all sorts of bad vibes.<br><br><em><strong>Two of those guys look like the bad guys from horror movies. A third if you count the really bad ones from the '50's,</strong></em> he thinks, refering to the Three-Eyed one. He figured which he was refering to was obvious.<br><br><em><strong>Though I suppose in fairness, so does Starfire. Well, a bad sci-fi movie themed porno at least.</strong></em><br><br>He visibly winces as he realizes he thought that out loud. That's the problem with telepathy. Try not to think of Elephants.<br><br>See how hard is to specifically not think of something?<br><br><strong><em>Anyway, as a scientist - if you don't have enough data to make a call you try to leave something alone.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 21:04:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham - STAR Labs <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Even with a facility this size, seeing what we've seen points to these people being thorough. If anyone aside from us is here, it's safe to say they're incapacitated at the very least. At least that's the hope. If they've got tech that can scramble J'onn's telepathy, we've got much bigger problems." They passed more bodies, and once again he collected ID's so families could be notified. It was the hardest part of the job.<br><br>&nbsp;After walking through a destroyed door pointing to more evidence of someone with super-strength heading through the facility, they entered a room with an array of Meta's lining cells along the walls. He looked them all over and got different vibes from each one. Most not great. "Agreed, we leave them here for now and focus on the mission. Once we're caught up, we can find out what we can here and make a call on what to do with them."<br><br>&nbsp;A gut feeling had him go over to the only somewhat normal looking one of the bunch; the guy around his age with a flaming scalp. He stared at him for a few seconds before turning away, the tails of his uniform billowing behind him. "Let's keep moving. If we follow the trail of destruction fast enough, we can find whoever did this." They'd be back to this room later definitely. And there would definitely be a discussion with the League about their findings later.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 16:18:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Kori gave each of the inmates a cursory glance as she passed each cell but then stopped infront of the three-eyed creature a slightly puzzled look on her face "There's something familiar about this one but I can't put my toe on it. I think I might have read about whatever this specices is a long time ago, before I came to Earth so another alien, hmmm." The sight of the tubes attached into the beings made Kori's skin bristle, they way these individuals were being held reminded her of her own captivity at the hands of Psions, although the equipment looked far more primitive it looked like somebody was experimenting on them.<br><br>Kori's head spun round as she heard Starman's thoughts being broadcast into her mind "What is a 'bad sci-fi movie themed porno'?" During her brief time on Earth learning it's customs she had enjoyed learning about movies and popcorn but was not a type of movie that she had yet to experience.<br><br>Reluctantly Kori agreed with J'onn that the safest thing to do was to leave the individuals where they were but she was determined that she would be back to release them "J'onn whoever is in those cells they look like they need medical attention. Would the Watchtower be capable of looking after them or is there somewhere else better suited?" Taking the lead Kori entered the next room, if the people they were following were in a hurry then perhaps they weren't concerned or expecting anyone to be following them but it was best to be on full alert just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 16:40:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>The room at the end of the prisoner filled corridor was entirely red. The door itself had been torn through like nothing and on the other side the floor, walls and ceiling were all painted a strong bloody red colour. Along the walls there were lights of a similar red, leading to an unnerving effect as they glimmered of the tools. And there were dozens of tools throughout the room. Laid out around the edges like some kind of hybrid of an operating theater and a car repair shop. Some of the equipment was minute, surgical and precise while other pieces were heavy circular saws and large hammers. In the center of the room there was an operating table of sorts, covered with steel restraints that were torn open. Whoever had been here was gone, though, the table and room were empty. The air smelt of blood, sweat and machinery along with a faint hint of ozone. Whoever had instigated the break-in had found whatever they were looking for in this room, and disappeared. <br><br>Teleportation was the easiest guess, leading to either advanced technology or magic. There didn't seem much evidence that the perpetrators had broke back out the way they'd came, as they would have been witnessed at some point. As the heroes made their way into the room there was a flicker of the rest of the lights. For some reason this room hadn't lost power, and now it seemed like backups were beginning to kick in and restore the labs systems. An automated voice crackled briefly on the intercom, and then burst into life.<br><br><strong>"Emergency. Evacuate immediately. Containment and Research has been breached. Evacuate immediately."</strong> The message began to loop. It was a pretty reasonable assumption that this area was containment and research, and that the breach was the ripped holes in the walls. Many of the questions now changed from the criminals who broke in to the true nature of the work this S.T.A.R Laboratory was performing. This room looked like it could be used to torture, or dissect, almost anything. And they had four live captives just outside along with two empty cells. It certainly seemed highly sinister. J'onn recontacted the trio telepathically. <strong>"Hard to say if the watchtower could care for them. We don't know anything about them. I can't get a target to teleport them through the EMP after-shocks, the teleporter could kill them, so we'd have to break them out to get them up here. And we still don't know who they are or why they're in there."</strong> J'onn sounded unusually a little frustrated, it was clear he strongly suspected something sinister was happening to these captives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 04:48:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>And he wasn't going to touch that with a 10 foot pole if he could avoid it. He was not telling the alien what 'porno' was. No, he refused. But the problem with deciding that was that when you decide to not think of something it's hard to think of anything else. He considers himself lucky he managed to limit his response to - <em><strong>Human Sexuality, Advanced Topics.</strong></em><br><br>But the question of the four others in the cells gets him distracted and he's grateful for that. And the power starts coming back on, which means the notes and computers should be available.<br><br><strong><em>Well, let's start looking for data. Look for data storage devices and computers. Let's assume the 3 eye one is some sort of extraterrestial and start from there.</em></strong> he mind-speaks. If this is a vivisection room, there's got to be some sort of notes or data storage here, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 18:11:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham - STAR Labs <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Manhunter<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Shazam sighed loudly in their shared mindspace when Starman said Star reminded him of a space porno. Even though it was definitely true, it wasn't something you just thought out loud so the alien you're talking about can hear those thoughts. Now they'd have to do a whole thing later. "It's a....it's a special kind of movie. One that can be saved for <em>after</em> you've fully acclimated to Earth and her customs. Isn't that right, Starman?" <br><br>He wasn't sure how in-depth J'onn's telepathy was, but he was thinking loudly for Starman to stop being so loose with his inner monologue, as right now it was on broadcast mode. Kori noticing the purple creature was some sort of alien triggered something in Shazam's head. A foggy memory. Did one of his Gods know something?&nbsp; The alarm klaxon started to blare, and he for the most part ignored it.<br><br>&nbsp;They would all be safe from anything, they could fight off who or whatever got loose. And they still had five people to deal with in lockup. "We also have to keep in mind that if we take these people, for good or bad, we're technically stealing from STAR Labs. Uhhh, we can free them when we get back. I can throw up a spell that'll keep them contained until we're back on the Watchtower. Sound good?" Once they entered the torture chamber, Shazam fell into speed mode, zipping around the room too fast to see while looking for clues. When he stopped, he laid everything out for his teammates. This is what I could find so far."[/color]<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 21:03:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)</div><br>The warehouse was a desolate, dead place. Whatever business had operated here was long gone and no inspectors or surveyors had taken a glance in years. A little moonlight fed through the damaged roof, making its way past rusted iron sheeting and collapsing plasterboard. The floor was littered with garbage from the remnants of the old business to the litter of vagrants, junkies and criminals. There were bottles, cans, plastic bags and wrappers along with a decent amount of cigarettes and needles. It certainly wasn't a floor anyone would want to attempt to cross bare foot, and there were likely cockroaches skittering about in the darkness. <br><br>In the center of the room there were two groups of men standing opposed. One contained a contact of Selina's, Eddy. He wasn't the brightest or the kindest but he'd owed her and now tried to feed leads when he could. This deal was alright for his crew, but it'd be better for them if the others weren't on their turf. So he let Selina know when and where and hoped she'd handle the rest. It was an arrangement that'd worked out a couple of times before. Not to mention something felt really off about this crew they were trading with. They'd shown up out the blue and claimed to have a great deal of valuable contraband, something felt very suspicious. The others with him were a pair of big, brawny types who were just there to look tough and then the leader, Jack. Jack was nastier than the others and very determined to get somewhere, but he'd be better heading up this district's drug trade than a lot of the alternatives. One of the bigger man was holding a briefcase full of cash, and they all had pistols at their sides. <br><br>Across from them were the other group, who were altogether more unnerving at a glance. They all wore animal masks, although each was defaced to give it a distinctly unnerving appearance. They were somewhat haunting and unnatural, particularly when the moonlight caught them. Jack's gang didn't much know who they were but he almost hoped a vigilante would show up. It'd happened a couple of times before, like a guardian angel was watching over his gang and taking out their roughest potential rivals. The group were hard to assess apart from their animals, which were a rabbit, a pig, a dog and a cat. The dog was at the front and carrying his own brief case, and doing the talking. The rest seemed to skulk a little, watching in silence. Outside the only real noise was the background chatter made by the active industrial buildings, which was consistent but fairly quiet from in here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>06-12-2017, 03:46:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mild Violence</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Tonight, Catwoman mingled. Perched placidly, idly wondering as the hours elapse into one another until peripheral vision roves toward dawdling forms making their silent approach towards the warehouse only to disappear within its decrepit walls. The wait hadn't been so bad, certainly, she had fared worse. Mischief sat on her cheeks, crowned by the goggles filtering scenery in shades of viridescent static; she knew it would only be a matter of time in expectation of the others. Eyne drift downward, peering through one of the many holes perforating the old roof to catch sight of Eddy. Burly bodies shifted into some sort of semblance of order, no doubt fully prepared should the inevitable happen. Perhaps that's why she is here, too? <br><br>Felines roam carefree in the surrounding area, clamoring when matriarch prowls the night. One cat dashes across the expanse of crumbling roadway, catching jade hues before it slinks into the umbra veil again. Now she watches the pieces fall into place, the ageless danse russe played out to a different tune. There's nothing explicitly beautiful about Gotham, except the way it had made her feel with its familiarity. Tense was a good word to describe the atmosphere throughout. Yet, beneath the feeble tapestry of rusty alloy, the two crews make their grandstand with a wide berth of space betwixt the twain. Quickly, Selina glances about the immediate locality, keenly inspecting the yawning voids where night crusaders tend to migrate to. The pigment of lenses instantly changes, flickering from one form to the other. Thermal visage paints the scene in colors; however, there's no ruddy slab amidst it that indicates a looming voyeur. As a realist, she saw more than what the world appeared to be and what it had to offer. <br><br>Thankfully, she had cased the area prior. Promptly the she-cat shifts, gracefully lithe from years of preparation for moments like these. She avoids the allure of the moonlight but a stray cat takes up a stance at the edge overlooking the meeting below. Wavering a serpentine tail moving to and fro, always curious and aloof of those near, it watched like a poised scorpion. Suddenly so is she, slinking from one safe stronghold to the other with all the dispossession of a shadow to get closer. Closer still, lean curvature dips below the threshold, supporting her weight on a steel beam littered with ashen dust. Silent as the grave, she regards the laggard crawl of movement come to a halt. Men, she bemusedly thinks. Vibrant eyes blighted with unsettling mischief roll, swerving towards the masked crew. Lenses transition to the habitual field of vision, curtained lashes lift allowing pupils to expand upon adjustment. She loiters as a stygian apparition, blending into the backdrop as the show begins; a childish initiation of tag which she so frivolously partakes in. <br><br>Tactful footfalls lead her to the beam several feet down, positioned near a cat-masked person. Something about the cheap imitation births goosebumps beneath the sheath of armored thermoplastic. Undebatably there can only be one: her. Momentum gives her every inch, lean physique leaps upward before gloved fingerpads clutch the metal beam so her legs arc forward, squarely to kick the back of her target with nearly all her weight. It's a hard THUD when the body hits the concrete ground. In all her glory, she flips and lands amongst the middle of the unknown crew, kneeling upon the groaning copycat. Resting one hand on the hilt of her whip, the other holds palm flush to the downed victim's back.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It ain't a party without me, boys."</strong> Feline Femme Fatale chides, the lyrical lull purring from parted lips.<br><br>&nbsp;Her head cants slightly, not only an invitation for trouble but a visual cue that incites movement once more. It would be the only warning they are bestowed before the crack of whip ensnares one neck, sending the staggering body toward another opposite of it with a hard tug. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>06-12-2017, 13:57:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)</div><br>Both groups reacted very differently to the arrival of the Catwoman. Eddy's group dashed, with one of the bigger man grabbing the briefcase dropped by the dog-masked stranger they headed for the exit with the goods and the cash, moving at a breakneck pace through the dark room. Meanwhile the remaining three animals went to avenge their fallen friend. They circled the replacement cat and immediately something seemed off about the situation. <br><br>Not one of them reached for a gun, knife or other weapon. Thugs at a deal who weren't even armed. Not to mention the fact they were afraid. Of course a lot of the more nervy criminals might be cautious, but these men seemed almost unwilling to fight back. They had their fists up but very defensive stances, and were backing away from Catwoman more than approaching her. Every time in a situation like this the thugs would get over confident and try to rush the vigilante, not avoid a fight altogether. At least unless they could run away with everything like Eddy's gang were. <br><br>Outside the building the dull background noises of industrialism were split by a car engine. No, several. Perhaps two or three fairly large cars of jeeps had pulled up outside the building and then their engines cut off. They'd approached fast, revving hard for the approach. Doors slammed as the occupants got out, separated from the events inside by the large outer wall and a few dividing ones on the inside, the boarded windows giving no view of what might be happening. There was a faint sound of footsteps before a yell, and then the unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed through the building. A few screams, and then two more gunshots split the silence inside, and then finally there were the sounds of a brief scuffle, quickly replaced by footsteps. Whoever had arrived was coming in, and the outer door could be heard being violently slammed open. <br><br>Back on the inside the three masked men seemed to have almost forgotten Catwoman and kept glancing between her and the windows, then to the door they'd come in from. There was only one conventional exit for those not as agile as a cat, and it was certainly where the gunshots had just come from. Footsteps were inside now, soon to turn the corner and arrive in the main room where the animal masked crew were with Catwoman in their midst. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>06-12-2017, 23:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mild Violence</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Most mistook her desire to avoid violence for the inability to deal with it.&nbsp; Flares of moonlight and encompassing darkness cradled them, filtering the scene to a monochromatic black and white; she takes refuge in the gray. Others scrambled about, scurrying like the cockroaches hurriedly recoiling from foreign movement through the abysmal dark. Admittedly, she festers a slight uneasiness. It wasn't quite dread or panic, but enough to morph features behind the goggles. Brows lift half quizzical at the sight of one crew careening shamelessly for an exit; forgoing all manner of a fight to escape her presence.&nbsp; Weaponry never procured from holdings, no idle threats resonating. Nothing but frantic sprinting, comparable to rats racing from flash floods in the sewers. She was neither a big Bad nor the Bat, so call her perplexed by the reactions or rather lack of. <br><br>Her expression adjusts from blatant amazement to suspicion. The remaining members of masked villainry mimic her defensive stance, though too loose of a guard.&nbsp; Her glove whines at the white-knuckle grip upon the whip's handle, ready to strike again should they try something. Eyne inspect the men further, catching the slight glances from her to the door and back again. The chance and choice palpably apparent had they wanted to run, even in the moment; however, the howl of engines approaching ripples through all. Instinct propelled her to lower, reducing humanoid posture for the feral nature of an aggravated feline. The impish smirk fades abruptly, seething hiss strained through pearly teeth expresses immediate vexation for the arrival of more.<br><br>The sharp cut of tires screeching, followed by people bustling, tear into the quieted industrial white noise. Gunshots POP again and again, spurring movement within the crumbling structure as every psychological alarm for flight steers those without immunity away from the fight. Thunderclaps echo hauntingly from one alloy panel to another, accentuated by the halt of breath and pounding heartbeats between their loud silence. Her whip gathered and holstered without delay. Selina abandons the masked men, opting to avoid lethal injury or apprehension preferably than combating fresh goons.&nbsp; The Cat didn't have nine lives, and what a waste it would be to die in the present shithole.&nbsp; <br><br>Dexterous maneuvering relies on reflexes and quick-wit to gain the high ground; dashing for the exit was for mice and a sure fire way to be mowed down by gunfire. Feet bound over debris as upon a pivot she goes from defensively kneeling into a clambered run. Boots featuring spring-loaded pistons hit the nearest structural beam, sending her upward given a limber twist of her body mid-air. Gloved hands latch onto a rusted pipe, allowing momentum and weight to flip her up onto it as a perch. A rooftop opening above her head gushes light, baptizing her silhouetted figure in a silvery glow.&nbsp; </span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-12-2017, 01:53:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>There was a scuffle continuing as the new arrivals approached the room, before Eddy stumbled back in. He fell hard into the floor and collapsed, with matted blood in his hair and dust and dirt across it's clothes it was clear he'd been beaten down as he tried to leave. It seemed almost garunteed that the gunshots from outside had hit the three others who were with Eddy. There was a sniveling sound from the floor as Eddy shook and whimpered. It was a pitiful sight, but one that left little time for sadness and more for concern. The three masked men in the room were backing up away from him and the figure standing in the shadow of the doorway, responsible for tossing the injured, crying man to the ground.<br><br>His step forward was theatrical to say the least, doing a masterful job of allowing the moonlight to highlight him. From the neck down he was unremarkable, dressed in a tailor-made black suit that couldn't have fitted much better. One arm was outstretched, leveled at the floored Eddy, and gripped a beautifully crafted six-chambered revolver. The other was up, just catching the moonlight, a coin sparkled amid the gloom as he twirled it lightly between his fingers. Further up was where things took a drastic turn. The right half of his face was normal, fairly handsome and well defined. He could have been a businessman or a lawyer, perfectly groomed with neat and tidy hair. But the left side was the visage of a demon, worse than most people's nightmares. His hair was a stark white, standing up in tufts and waves, and the skin it attached to was closer to pure scare material than skin. It was burnt, twisted and tortured showing veins just below the damaged surface. The fibers of muscle were just about visible, it was as if it was a cross section of his own head. The muscle and fat around his eye was stripped away leaving it unblinking, reddened from attempts to blink with crusted and burnt eyelids it stared wildly through the dark. Eddy's fear was explained in an instant, and everything took a far more serious turn. <br><br><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)</div><br>Two Face took half a dozen steps, standing over Eddy but looking about at the others. A couple of his henchmen entered the room behind him, carrying heavy shotguns they watched the trio of terrified criminals. And then Two Face looked around and spoke up, addressing the shadows. His voice had a duality as his face did, each sentence beginning firm and strong before becoming more guttural and rasping.<br><br>"Relax, everybody." His words rang out, stark against the silence. "I'm just here to play a game. And the best part is, nobody has to try. Unlike everything else in your lives, what's about to happen is a moment of total, pure, fairness." Half of his face was deathly serious, while the more monstrous side was pulled into a smirk that looked like it must cause him agony, although if it did he betrayed none of it. "Eddy, you're up first. On trial for twelve counts of possession with intent to supply illegal drugs, two of holding unlicensed firearms, one assault on an officer and two counts of attempted murder. The case rests, and the jury finds you..." As Two Face trailed off he flipped the coin into the air, letting everyone gaze it it's spiraling, descending sentence while they pondered how an insane criminal had this information. It landed and Two Face looked down at the burnt, blackened side of the coin. There was no fanfare, just a single word and sound. "Guilty." Bang. The shot rang out and Eddy's head practically exploded across the floor, brutal and undignified. Two Face didn't spare any time to mourn the cruelty of what he'd done, instead looking out into the shadows again. "We have three more in masks right here, Cat. Four, if you didn't kill the little impostor. Come on down and try your hand at fate..." At least it explained why he had been looking at the shadows, somehow he knew of the vigilantes presence. Not to mention knowing Eddy, it was becoming increasingly likely Two Face or his men had got to the young gang member and forced him into this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 03:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mild Violence, Language</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">No time is wasted, limber thief rises upward into the opening oozing illumination only to press her back to the cool metal, bathing in ethereal luster. Chest heaves, constringed exhalations huff from lacquered lips but relief's short-lived. Inside the relic of desolation, silence is devoured by timbered groans of footfalls upon debris, an earthen applause of something sinister walking onto the stage. Laggardly she rolls onto her stomach to gaze through a gash in the alloy roofing, goggles turning a different shade so that she may better see what all the fuss was about. <br><br>Grainy virescent spies villainous introduction and realization nearly chokes her; it had been a setup. The depravity of men's power breeds ignorance and blindness. Slender hands curl into feeble fists, the material groaning but it does little to quiet her fury within.&nbsp; <em>Damn it, Eddy. Damn it all. </em> Thoughts swell, eyne shutting to push it all down. Now wasn't the time to jump to--<br><br><em><strong>BANG! </strong></em><br><br>The world halts, every muscle taut and each breath strained, she dons the mask of stoicism. Dagger-ridden emeralds open, narrowing on the monstrous visage of Two Face. Gunsmoke and the ichor decorticating floorboards drift on the autumn breeze. An aroma so unique that it evokes nostalgia and chaos.&nbsp; As long as people slap on labels and deem whomever a lunatic, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates those condemned of convention, like Two Face. He had it easy; no rules meant no constraints. The uphill battle to be altruistic was a constant struggle that many simply didn't have the resolve to climb, let alone cling to the edge of.&nbsp; One wrong step, that's all it took. Right now, she has to make herself a priority. <br><br>Flapping jowls taunt her by name and confess the sacrifices to come should she not show herself. Did he think to catch her? The Cat? <em>Ha!</em> What a tool he forever proves himself to be to her. Strategic silence impregnates the warehouse, Selina says nothing to give away her position. Instead, she glances towards the vehicles loitering at the only door to the location, sparse pepperings of men idly lie in wait, and then back again. She bides her time as much as her words, painted lips shape to a wolfish smile. The yawning void of a night sky suddenly holds her poised form, the elongated feline-like shadow spilling onto the ground far below.<br><br>All purr and play, saccharine sweet voice splits the smile: <strong>"Oh? All this for little ol' me? You <em>really</em> shouldn't have." </strong><br><br>Feigning offense, ruby petals pout, her head canting and shaking dramatically. Silken voice promptly turns sour, like milk, from nectar to venom. Fiery liveliness akin to Hell itself holds no fury as the one building within lurid leering. <em>He can take the hand of Fate and fuck himself with it</em>, her inner monologue sneers. <br><br><strong>"You don't get to judge me." </strong><br><br>In a flurry of action, she darts from view and the barrels of their guns.&nbsp; </span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 15:37:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>Inside the building the two henchmen were blindly scouring the darkness, but could make nothing out. It seemed the vigilante had left the room somehow. Two Face himself was smart enough to assume that she'd clambered up to the rooftop, and was gazing up with one cold calculating eye, and one bloodshot and one. There was a duality to his expressions, as though each side of his face was an entirely separate entity. There was a faint whimpering as the masked men backed up, terrified of what they'd just witness happen to Eddy. Three of them were moving across the room while the other, the rival cat, was still face down unconscious after Catwoman's entrance. <br><br>Two-Face approached the trio and almost lazily pointed his gun, tracking it around to settle on the impostor cat. He made no effort to pursue Catwoman's taunting voice, but he did offer a reply. <strong>"Unlike you and all the others, I judge nobody. It's fate's job to judge what happens, I just follow the chance."</strong> He smirked as he replied, twisting his split and torn jawline into a gaunt parody of a smile. Finally he made his way to the collapsed body and leveled the gun once more, wasting no time and flipping the coin. He made a show of looking at the result before aiming the gun elsewhere. <strong>"A lucky one! Apparently some cats do have nine lives."</strong> He spoke out, before turning to one of his men in the room and beckoning him closer. Two-Face murmured, only loud enough for those with very in tune sense to hear. <strong>"Bring that one to him. Tell him he's a 'lucky' one."</strong> The way he muttered it heavily implied that whoever, and wherever, the cat was to be taken was far from lucky and perhaps worse than the brutal gunshot Eddy had received. <br><br>Back outside there was a group of eight men loitering around their SUV's. Some had shotguns and others handguns, but all were armed. It seemed their skills as lookouts were debatable at best and very poor at worst, as half of them were paying next to no attention to the commotion in the building. Even in the criminal underworld you got what you paid for and these men looked to be the most basic of grunts, below Two-Face's normal pay grade. They saw the Cat's shadow and half of them leveled their guns at that, rather than looking for the source. Those that spun to look to the rooftop were too slow or too imperceptive to notice where she lurked. A couple of them yelled out vague, inane threats and swore at her, but none of it was useful aside from the fact they were certainly distracted and it could be ascertained they were pretty poor at their jobs.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 22:24:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Violence, Gore, Language</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">In the end, she made the choice and will not be ashamed. Exasperation plaited among toneless articulation, though the significance of words is put into an inward query. Her expression morphs; dark brows furrow beneath the mask, crowning eyne alight beneath the goggles. Jaded ire glares, a wildfire in evergreen irises. <br><br><strong>"That's rich. Don't lie to yourself."</strong><br><br>Vexed tonality endues digression to his chosen statement in echo; it was one thing to lie to others but lying to himself? No longer is the truth discernable within him, or around him. There's tension swelling, turning leaden and serpentine in her gut. She isn’t one to live life on her knees, but a hero rarely gets to choose their fate; so why should she? Selina retracts her escape, retracing steps prior to their arrival.&nbsp; A cat descending into the darkness that lies thick within the abandoned warehouse as nothing more than a phantom, the shadows kept her safe but everything eventually comes to light. Hushed like nocturnal creatures in their natural habitat, emeralds stare forth toward the two thugs with their backs toward her. They position themselves near the slumbering fool donning a crude cat mask. She puts herself between them and the door. <em>It's foolish to cage a lion, the stupidity of men knows no bounds</em>, she thinks. Her approach lightsome, spry limbs careful of the littering debris as it could prove fatal to alert them just yet. Grace bestrides every step closer, and closer still, adrenaline pulsating endlessly through curvature. Spine taut but stooped, keeping her form low to avoid a larger strike zone, all is almost ready. It's only when she is nearly to the first armed thug's side, kept behind the umbra curtain when suddenly her boot strikes the side of his leg with a fast, violent stomp. The sudden <strong><em>CRUNCH</em></strong> of bone sounds instantly, sending him to the ground in a long string of curses and pain. <br><br><em><strong>"You... YOU BITCH! AGH! MY LEG! FU-UGH!"</strong></em> He roars at her, muttering other things incoherently. <br><br>The movement doesn't stop there, she swerves and kicks the dropped gun further away. For every action there's an equal, opposite reaction; his friend already locked and loaded points his own shotgun at her and fires away. <br><br><strong><em>Schklikt, klikt-- BOOM! </em></strong><br><br>She intends to dodge it, but in the immediate vicinity of 7-feet, two pellets clip her and one pierces into her upper right arm.&nbsp; Pain sears the hit, laced with a hiss of disdain given the burning stab and lacerations but losing momentum in the moment isn't an option. Long lost air clamors to gritted teeth, she rushes forward.&nbsp; Her right hand ushering away the gun's barrel barely before it fires again, missing her. Too slow. The reinforced boot heads straight for his groin, an attack that causes the victim to double over -- a good thing too -- as the same leg bounds upward, bent and crunching a fragile nose when met against it. <br><br>Keen ears do not forgo the subtle click behind her, upon the ground both thugs maybe but the first draws his handgun and shakingly points it at her. Dropping and spinning her legs, she sends it soaring at such force, she doesn't doubt that one of his fingers may be broken as well. She erects herself into a defensive stance considering the velocity of the spin. Pain pangs at her arm; an itch she can't scratch, she groans. Vocal chords bark: <strong>"Is this what you wanted?"</strong><br><br>Stepping back once, twice, she retreats to the shadows to taunt the mastermind, albeit a poor attempt to keep his attention so others could escape. <br><br><strong>"You really oughta think of taking up a new hobby! Cooking... Cooking seems more your style. Less death, more pancakes."</strong>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-12-2017, 18:45:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>Two-Face showed little outward reaction to his hired thugs inability to deal with the target. He expected nothing better from these budget gangsters. However it was telling he was unhappy with the quality of his men, as his bloodshot unblinking eye stared angrily at the collapsed bodies. He turned his gun towards them, and the woman who'd disabled them, and twirled his coin threateningly. That small piece of metal was almost as big a threat as the firearm itself was, at this point it'd unwillingly sentenced countless lives to death, torture or worse. <br><br>Two face laughed at her taunting, his burnt side giving it a maniacal ring and a guttural, throaty sound. It was unpleasant to hear at best. <strong>"Perhaps that's what we'll do with you, little cat."</strong> He let the implication hang in the air before continuing. <strong>"Catwoman, the charges are an unknown number of thefts and assaults across a number of years, considered at least to be in the hundreds."</strong> He held up the coin to catch the light, still examining the shadows for her he'd mostly abandoned paying attention to any of the floored men it was now just him and her standing. <strong>"The jury finds you..."</strong> Theatrically and skillfully he flipped the coin into the air, watching as it spun, something he'd done so many times he'd developed an impressive knack for. <strong>"Guilty."</strong> He spoke firmly, his showman's face turning deadly serious as he raised the gun at the shadows around him. <strong>"Sadly your sentence is not death, today. Someone wants to speak to you. But I've always found 'alive' to be a rather broad term. A cat with no fur or claws is still alive."</strong> The threat was clear enough although exactly how those injuries would translate to a human body was left to the imagination. <br><br>Back outside the eight thugs were loading the three who'd run out before Eddy into the back of their SUV's particularly unceremoniously. There wasn't a care for the lives these men had had. Once they were done six of them got back in and waited, while the other two headed inside to investigate the commotion. It seemed as though Catwoman may not have been the entire goal here as they seemed pretty happy collecting bodies, which would have a great deal of implications if Catwoman could see what was going on outside while evading the armed and highly dangerous madman inside. Although, at the least, Two-Face seemed to be aiming to take her in alive, and so he could only be so aggressive with the powerful handgun without risking killing her. While he was bigger and stronger than her he was nowhere near as skilled a martial artist, although he did fight with a certain level of aggression and ferocity that presented a great deal of danger. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 07:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Violence, Gore</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Saccharine Ophelia doesn't let the scream betray the sultry hush resounding. It instantly blooms a Glasgow grin and throaty guffaw in response from him, nearly sickening to hear let alone see. Carefully she treads within the shroud of shadows, keeping quiet paces that encircle him like an apex predator with its comfortable prey. Eyne watch him, inquisitive emeralds taking in subtle shifts: the twitch of a curling lip; scorched flesh practically plasticine upon ashen bone; unmarred pallor handsome when it had been whole but it, too, is reduced to something else, something hallow and cruel.&nbsp; Once again he seeks to pass the sentence and condemn, forsaken harbinger eager to call death his own. Nostrils flare, the chilly air rancid with rot, with decay, and petals tug upward as she smiles through it. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Guilty.</span> <br><em>GUILTY! </em><br><br>Bitterness fills her ribcage, turning the flora to withered remains. Her smile drops promptly, cherub innocence flushed by the ruddy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks even then. Lilting voice drops an octave, honeyed syllables ghosting through the parting of her maw. <strong>"Mm~ that was beautiful but I think you enjoy your rhetoric a little too much. I'm flattered though," </strong>she muses, continuously walking until she halts at the other end of his gun in the darkness. Selina lowers toward the ground, readying. Fear creeps up her iron spine; a primal instinct telling her to run, run far away. It's human nature but how long can she keep running? <br><br><strong>"You and me? Does daddy need to express some rage? Heh."</strong> Cruelty accompanies a childish giggle, it bubbles then bursts.&nbsp; They were conditioned to smile with bloodied gums, their teeth stained as they snarl and snatch at dangling morsels, at the bones they were thrown from slaughter. It's an old war, one of survival and she's been at it for a long time. Claws slither from their sheaths, razor-sharp steel that could paint his right side to match his left. <br><br><strong>"Ah...No. Yeahhhh, no... You should run back to whoever is pulling your strings and tell 'em I prefer the wine and dine method."</strong><br><br>The brute was larger, and yet, she streamlines pain and defiant aggression into brimming focus, primed to move at the slightest threat. After all, a cornered animal has nothing to lose. <br>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 12:28:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>"Rage? No. This is business." He watched her, looking at the threatening claws she'd readied. It was easy to forget she was more willing to push the violence than most of Gotham's other vigilantes. "Nobody pulls my strings" He barked. He looked as though he was about to continue his reply when two more of his thugs came into the room. They looked around briefly before heading straight for Catwoman. Clearly they had their orders and could at least follow instructions. They tossed their guns aside as they dashed, just a little behind them Two-Face dropped his revolver and pulled out a small, strange dagger. The weapon looked out of place and very old, having a strange set of symbols across it. It was hard to explain but the rusted iron engravings spoke of something ancient and very distinctly evil. The trio approached in unison, the front two going for fairly clumsy tackles only really a threat because they were fairly large men and failing to avoid the impact would certainly floor Catwoman. <br><br>But the real danger here was definitely their boss and his wicked blade. There was no doubt he'd use it and he'd already made fairly clear that he was far from above hurting her. No matter how she dealt with the other two he would follow up swiftly, moving in close and striking upwards with the dagger aiming for her center mass. He didn't want to kill her but a bad injury would do plenty. The closer he approached with the weapon the more prevalent the sense of foreboding and unease that the engravings seemed to cause became. It was not dissimilar to the way most people felt when they saw sharks or other apex predators, a sensation driven into people over millennia to be cautious of this threat. As he approached he'd become silent and focused, the room just filed with the sounds of heavy footsteps as they prepared to strike at her. Back outside it seemed no further backup approached. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>11-12-2017, 04:35:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Violence, Gore</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There are no bargains between lions and men. Marblesque stature ready for the fight of her life; wrought-iron bone steels and bared wolven ivories split with a laugh bursting forth in full, youthful glory.<strong> "HA! Says every puppet ever!"</strong> Selina rocks backward in a tumble, further away as Two Face's henchmen rush forward ahead of him. Gone are their guns, something she can almost admire since only cowards hide behind them. Eyne veer when the glinting knife is procured, then back to the two men. The darkness swallows them just as it had done to her, engulfing them entirely with every step further into its welcoming threshold. <br><br>Thighs parted shoulder-width apart, adjusted for balance, a stance all at once salacious and lawless. Every inch lessened with advancement causes her heart to thrum, her pallor abuzz with adrenaline in a pinkish hue. The first is caught by surprise when the lithe siren utilizes a hard jab at his abdomen with her knee only to switch kick his groin with the other.&nbsp; An action to surely bring him to his knees and collapse 'pon begrimed flooring. Gasping and groaning, he clutches the tender extension.&nbsp; Attention flits to the other, pinning the second thug betwixt her and the knife-wielding bastard. Quickly a calloused hand snatches the column of her throat, settling cruelly in a harsh vice grip. Vision blurs momentarily, brick unyielding as her head hits it with a ringing thud. It ignites snarling hisses; fangs, siphoning every exhalation from them, separate. A mirthful purr saturated with sarcasm hoarsely slithers free. <br><br><strong>"Usually... I like to save the choking for the third date." </strong><br><br>Instantly a hand summons clawed weaponry, slicing at skin until it is rendered to ruby ribbons idly dangling. He roars as any beast does. Her right arm rises, clutching him as use as a shield from the intended knifeplay. The thug uses it as an opening just as she does, his grip falls and latches onto the exact spot where previous endeavors left their mark. <br><br><em><strong>"I'll kill you myself, you--"</strong></em><br><br>Her wounded yelp cuts him off, drowning him out in agony. Footsteps nearly stumble, but she keeps moving, guiding entangled forms toward the door. <br><br><strong>"You... of all people should know...."</strong> Wistful sigh pauses speech in expectation of continuance. <strong>"You play with fire; you get burned."</strong><br><br>Her unyielding eyes fixated on Two Face whilst stepping into a thin ray of moonlight.&nbsp; It's there that her body drops, allowing gravity to pull the heavy weight over her. Hurriedly the ground ascends to kiss the thug's head. Still, she leaps upward, scrambling from the fallen foe, clutching her arm to nurture the torture. Shifting backward, every step mimics the ones edging closer. Chest rises and falls rhythmically posthaste, her throat felt raw, parched in debt to climate and work. <br><br><strong>"You owe me... ya know? Not just the dry cleaning bill for tonight.... but for Eddy." </strong><br>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-12-2017, 15:10:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Detective_Comics_818_2nd_print_coverart.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>Two Face showed little reaction to his still useless thugs, pursuing the Cat determinedly with his blade ahead of him. He made a few slashes at her as she fought off the others but failed to quite connect, managing a few close calls. Each time the blade got close the feeling of discomfort seemed to intensify, bringing with it an icy chill. As he slashed it seemed to grow more pronounced, either with the frustration of failed strikes or it's wielders growing impatience one way or another the blade's power was growing. It was certainly not the kind of thing ordinarily in a twisted but fairly simple man like Two Face's possession. <br><br><strong>"And how many people do you owe recompense, Cat? How many robberies and assaults have you committed without coming to justice? What power do you answer to?"</strong> He grew clearly angrier as he ranted, his style becoming more haphazard but bringing a certain lack of restraint that posed a great deal of danger. <strong>"I answer to chance, luck, fate!"</strong> <br><br>And with that last word there was a sound unlike any he or any other had heard. It was most similar to some heavy, tough material being torn asunder. There was an overwhelming smell of acrid burning in the air accompanied by a wave of heat and energy. The dull, darkened room was suddenly illuminated by a near blinding golden glow. In the center of the room between the vigilante and the madman appeared an Ankh. A symbol of an ancient culture it blurred and twisted the air around it before a figure stepped through the light. His golden and black armour was a stark contrast to the moonlight around him, with his hands curled into a symbol and another smaller Ankh between them. The helm on his head's eyes glowed with a white hot light, searing through the darkness. Without motion he stared down Two-Face, hovering a few feet from the ground as his golden cloak billowed in an impossible wind. <br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/08/ce/e908cecd1ad8c27f7d9ef4c97845fbec.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>"Answer to me."</strong></div><br>The voice seemed utterly inhuman. It boomed and echoed through the room, accusing Two-Face of a thousand crimes against fate and order in an instant. And with that the glowing icon between his hands flashed, and Two-Face was hurled from his feet by an invisible force. He crashed across the room and slammed hard into the plaster and brickwork of the wall. It was a heavy, brutal impact that left him fallen crumpled into the floor. Fate ignored the vigilante and landed lightly on the floor, raising a hand towards Two-Face again. The dagger he'd been swinging dragged itself from his grip and darted through the air landing in one of Fate's golden gauntlets. Once he held it he turned to Catwoman, his still glowing golden eyes seemed to speak of a higher power. This wasn't like the kind of men in costumes Gotham was used to. After a few seconds the light seemed to calm a little, along with the portal that had transported him steadily closing over and returning the lighting to something a little more ordinary. <br><br><strong>"You have information, Selina."</strong> He almost casually revealed that he knew who she was. Something others would work years to uncover and he thought nothing of it. <strong>"You did your part here tonight, whether you knew it or not."</strong> He seemed to be speaking of a greater plan that he'd not deigned to share with others. <strong>"I think it's time you put your talents to a different purpose. What do you know about the Justice League?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 21:52:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Kori carefully listened to J'onn as he shared his thoughts about the captives. "Breaking them out seems like a bad idea. All of those tubes that are in them, are they keeping them under control or keeping them alive?" Kori felt her frusrtation and anger growing, even though it had been many years ago by human standards the memory of what happened to her in those Psion labs felt fresh and raw, maybe STAR Labs was doing to these people what the Psions had done to her.<br><br>"Well if the Watchtower can't care for them are there any other medical facilites that could?" Turning to Shazam, "I think it makes more sense to leave them where they are for now, at least until Starman or maybe Batman have had a chance to properly examine what's happening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 22:04:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Violence, Gore</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>Let the truth be told: There is no virtue anywhere. </em>Rapid fire questions birth savagery from both their maws, lips spread sylphlike over ivory teeth; his words a violent thrum in her ears. The throbbing pain jabs at her upper arm, intensifying the foul mood. She too frees thoughts that fall from her filthy tongue like barbs. <br><br><strong>"Who are you to judge me?! Who do I answer to? WHO?! There's just one!" </strong><br><br>Keeping her grip on slippery wounds, she bends an elbow of the opposite arm and erects a lone finger. Proudly the middle digitus stands, glinting claw promptly catching the dim light cast upon them whilst her tone descends to the edge of giggles. It's all the more incentive for him to declaw the Cat but even in the face of death, Selina finds satisfaction. Diaphanous features bloom feverish, rosen as warmth laces over suited pallor. His rage only festers, boiling over with each wild slash that doesn't find purchase. Yet, he backs her into a wall without any more room to run. <br><br>High does the arcane weapon raise, eager for a taste of blood: hers. Howling yell spells the end, surely, but he summons that which he calls forth from the unknown. Ask and receive. The blinding light explodes in her night vision, too bright for eyne to properly see what exactly it is. Booming voice spills all the atrocities committed by one, condemning Two Face before rendering the havoc-ridden physique into nothing more than a ragdoll slumped against the floor. Visage morphs from astonishment to trepidation, eventually settling on the former. <br><br>Goggles flicker in shade, returning to their everyday norm of regular perception. Lashes flutter to adjust her eyes, trying to attune to the sight of what appears to be a man, or machine intending to mimic humanoid countenance. It's only when it regards her by her name that brows furrow behind their fitted mask, questioning what exactly this was about, though as if it read her mind, the final question sings like a canary. <br><br><strong>"Besides the fact they get free dry cleaning?"</strong> <br><br>Quip childishly goads but somber timbre quickly takes its place. <br><br><strong>"An assemblage of heroes meant to save the world from whatever impending doom. Pfftt. Personally, I like to call them Super Buddies-- Wait... <em>my</em> talents?"</strong> Her hand pats the pocket of one of the fallen, slumbering thugs and then the other before sliding within the confines of cotton to pilfer a burner phone. <strong>"I tend to work by myself, buttttttt~ since you saved my life I guess this means I owe you one. What is it that you need?"</strong> Presumably information from his inquiry earlier. <br>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 02:09:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>The Red Room contained a PC of sorts in the wall in one corner. It seemed to have been untouched in the break in suggesting whoever was here wasn't after any kind of data. It's likely to have excellent security but nothing Starman or Justice League tech couldn't get by. When Shazam dashed through the room he found an odd mixture of devices. It seemed to suggest a combination of surgical operations and engineering work. There were bone saws, drips along with needles and much of what you would find in a surgery. But also advanced cybernetic circuitry and other equipment, even circular saws and heavy duty cutting implements. It would be enough to take apart anything from a man to a car to a computer system, or rebuild it again. There was evidence of blood as if the room had been recently used. On closer inspection it appeared the vertical table operations were carried out on had restrains that had been snapped or torn. Shazam had found the tools and gear suggesting varied purposes and the broken restraints suggesting who, or what, had been on the table had been ripped from it and taken. A few smears of blood on the floor indicated they'd been dragged out the way the intruders had broken in.<br><br>J'onn hated to suggest crime but he was uncertain of the best course of action. <strong>"Breaking them out does seem like a mistake. But we don't know what they'll do to these people if we just leave them here. We might never see or hear about them again. I couldn't see them this time so I might not manage it the next either."</strong> He was steady and emotion-free, but did clearly care a great deal. <strong>"Perhaps the computer systems will find some information."</strong> He was already trying to process what Shazam had found and was beginning to think it was perhaps some kind of experimentation room, spurring on the idea that the caged beings were liable to undergo something horrific. But still, he found it hard to suggest breaking out unknown entities. <br><br>When accessed the computer put up a good fight but eventually opened up, revealing vast quantities of data. Much of it on various superhumans across the world from Justice League members to villains and many others. There was minimal information on some but a good deal on the more public ones. Each was accompanied by an image and the four in the cages had their own files.<br><br><strong>Firestorm</strong> - Unknown superhuman. Created by an accident at a school. Extremely dangerous capable of manipulating matter and atoms. Can cause vast destruction. Detained by [REDACTED]. Kept under stasis until his power can be assessed and utilised safely. Is not aggressive by nature. <br><br><strong>Solomon Grundy</strong> - Agent of 'The Grey'. Found fighting 'Swamp Thing'. Appears to be extremely old, resilient and aggressive to living beings. Goes by a simple name and rhyme. Detained by [REDACTED]. <br><br><strong>Despero</strong> - Alien lifeform. Retained with great difficulty by [REDACTED]. Do not release or bring to work room, keep in stasis before transfer. Nature unknown.<br><br><strong>Parasite</strong> - Accident result. Do not touch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 02:29:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/08/ce/e908cecd1ad8c27f7d9ef4c97845fbec.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>Fate offered no response to her quip. He was not a man for jokes or anything he deemed to be a waste of his time, which was so painfully precious to him. However he did turn his head a little at Selina when she derided the impeding doom, as she termed it. <br><br><strong>"It is not 'Whatever' impending doom, Selina. It is very real. There are forces at work I struggle to comprehend. I can show you, if it is proof you need."</strong> He hoped that would do enough to instill some sense of seriousness, although he wasn't entirely sure that would be possible with this one. Perhaps he could use her around though, someone to lighten the mood and let him focus on the big picture. He looked to the ground at Two Face and back to Selina.<br><strong><br>"I doubt I saved you. But regardless this is not about favours. However much you may act or joke, you care. Edward died tonight. His three friends died outside. More died in Metropolis and Gotham. And it's barely started yet. The cogs are turning."</strong> If it came from anyone else he might have sounded insane, or as though he was joking. But the helmet, the voice and the light in his eyes gave a deadly seriousness to his words. <br><br><strong>"What did he speak of before I arrived? I believe he was a small part of this machine, and any clue to the next in line is vital."</strong> He continued on fairly abruptly, clearly someone who thought as he talked with a thousand things occupying his mind. <strong>"Plenty of us worked by ourselves a long time. You have skills we can use."</strong> It was clear that this wasn't all business. There was emotion behind the man's words, he cared a lot about everything he was discussing. Throughout the conversation he did nothing about the unconscious villain on the floor, but he did inspect the dagger he'd taken from him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 04:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Language</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Digitus curl around the device, gloves curtly clutch it as the news hits her. In all her fiery resolve and ferocious yearning, she had tried to spare them their deaths by sacrificing herself. Selina stands, laggardly rising with a sigh. Eyne sweep over the men and land upon the head of it all: Two Face. She finds solitude in the lack of speech momentarily, silence is only quick lived and tossed to the wayside like the phone. <br><br><strong>"Mm. You sound like a father."</strong> She purrs, clicking her tongue. "<strong>But that isn't what I was implying; there's ALWAYS an impending doom. The question is which one is it <em>this</em> time?"</strong><br><br>Bloodied hand waves off his proof, belief had long since been established for the world was truly full of terrible things and people. <br><br><strong>"I went through all this trouble and they are dead, all of them? What a... dickhead!"</strong> It's probably for the best that Fate had his hand in the matters, or hers would find themselves around a neck. <strong>"Something about 'someone' needing to talk to me. He didn't say much more on the subject, though all these men are fresh on the job and Eddy wouldn't have double-crossed me unless his life was on the line. Can't say I blame him. Whoever it was or is, they don't know me very well." </strong><br><br>All the carnage and chaos wasn't her style. Squaring slender shoulders, physique ventures closer to Two Face in graceful gait. She squats scantly inches from him, glaring through the lenses with a cant of her head. <br><br><strong>"He needed me alive. Probably to require my services just like you, Lucky." </strong><br><br>Cherry mouth curling at its ends, forming slight dimples beneath the chromatic gleam of her goggles. Visage peers over a shoulder at the humanoid standing there in all his gilded glory and then veers, peering at the dreaming stupor before her. <br><br><strong>"Part of me held sympathy for him; a heart is a heavy burden, after all." </strong>Deftly is pilgrimage made to procure the sacred coin free, she holds it up and eyes the details more carefully. All the tension held at bay simply flows away from her, relaxing further with the delicate curve of her spine. Selina frowns at the trophy gained, deciding to pocket it and stand once more. <br><br><strong>"Anyway, we should blow this popsicle stand."</strong><br>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 11:58:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><div align="center"><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Threats, Violence</div><br><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/08/ce/e908cecd1ad8c27f7d9ef4c97845fbec.jpg)(http://blog.readymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/moon1.jpg)</div><br>Fate smiled beneath his helmet. She wasn't as difficult as he'd expected she might be. She was right to an extent. Evil and death were often trying to find this world. But the severity certainly varied. <strong>"I do not yet know what it is. I am piecing together bits, fragments."</strong> And that was the whole truth of the matter. Doctor Fate, for once, knew little more on that topic than anyone else did despite his tireless investigation. <br><br>He was glad she had something more. If someone wished to talk to her it implied she held valuable information to them. And the fact these men were inexperienced and incapable provided yet more information. <strong>"They do. They were going to torture you for information. It would have been about Gotham's underbelly. But this isn't their priority. If their amateurs are here the question becomes where their professionals are. Likely involved in the attack on Gotham. But there's far more where that came from if they've recruited thugs from everyone involved including Two-Face they must possess a virtual army."</strong> Despite the fact he was primarily famed as a sorceror it was undeniable that Fate had a gift for assessment of information. <br><br>He watched calmly when she approached Two-Face, watching her take the coin. While Two-Face felt it was a symbol of Fate, he himself would have described it as one born of chaos. It hurled aside logic for random chance and misfortune to take over. He then nodded when she suggested leaving. One hand raised towards Two-Face and his body left the floor, propelled by gravity itself, crossing the room and landing held by the collar by Fate, who showed no slight struggle holding the man off the ground. He then created a symbol with his free hand, and that smell of burning arrived again before a golden Ankh burst into life in front of him. It was painful to look at, and Fate stood just before it turning to face Catwoman. <strong>"It doesn't hurt. Follow me."</strong> And with that he simply stepped through the gateway, vanishing from the room but leaving his symbol behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-12-2017, 18:08:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>The Starman knows his way around a research computer, what could he say? So when he looks more at the notes ofthe four beings in the next room he quietly gets to work translating the research jargon to normal speak.<br><br>"<strong>So Solomon Grundy is a big angry jerk, Despero is a big jerk, Parasite is just creepy - but from the sound of these notes Firestorm seems decent enough, too the point that we can talk to him at least. But I do want to know what broke or was broken out of here.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sebile</strong> on <strong>15-12-2017, 04:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Catwoman</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Closed</span><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mild Gore</span><br><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Words dangle from her tongue but they are not the worst, by far are the gilded god's; devastating as a gunshot. They guide her, an ebb and flow of introspection brimming at damned lips threatening to choke her. Selina swallows them whole, letting the festering knot settle in the pit of her stomach. Yet, intrigue flits betwixt them and the erected Two Face. Brows arc quizzically, bafflement refines repose.<br><br><strong>"Where are you taking him?" </strong><br><br>It's an odd thing to see the fall of idols; lessons of what could come for her, for any and all. Natheless she lingers in Fate's wake, an inky stain against his light. Her hand returns to wounds, slowing the laggard trickle until she can tend to them. One moment she is on the threshold, the cusp of the desolate warehouse and then not. It doesn't stop her from glancing back at the harrowing still frame, silent goodbye bidden.<br>&nbsp; </span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 19:07:55</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham - STAR Labs <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Manhunter<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> While in the room, Shazam stood and turned. The Gods got a good look at the room, and suddenly Shazam took a big whiff of the air. The Gods began to chatter in their meeting chambers when the scent registered to all of them. Billy began to hear all of their voices at once, large, confused, and disjointed as they peered into what had happened in the Red Room.<br><br>&nbsp;They showed him the pain, anguish, suffering and despair that existed in this room. It was so powerful, he was nearly blasted back by the psychic feedback loop. "Nnnng. The Gods...they just gave me a vision. They showed me <em>this</em> room. What it's used for." He gestured around to all the tools and equipment, some of them still bloody.<br><br>&nbsp;"S.T.A.R. Labs is into some sick shit here. This is <em>wrong</em>." He found a computer and was working his way through it when he broke some access codes. Maybe Starman did too, but it didn't take long for them to crack security and get into their files. "J'ohnn. I'm encrypting and transferring as much data as I can to you. There's too many unknown factors at play here for me to feel comfortable." The data showed the names and a brief rundown of everyone in the cages. Firestorm, a person capable of manipulating matter itself. <br><br>Not being aggressive meant he was probably a good guy, or at least a scared and confused student. They could work with that. The others, an angry alien, a parasite, and a swamp-agent of the Grey, which dealt with fungal life, were quickly decided to be kept in their cages. "Knowing what we know now, it's a safe bet that three of them will be staying in those cages. <br><br>Experimentation or not, they are dangerous and need to be contained. Firestorm at least is a grey area. He may be able to shine some light on what all happened here. Or at least anything interesting enough to get this facility raided. Besides, he might even be a good addition to the League one day. So. We either bust him out of stasis now. Or finish sweeping the place, then come back and see if he's got anything for us then. Either way, of the four I feel safe letting him out."<br><br></span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 15:53:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>Kori agreed that out of the captives the one labelled as Firestorm appeared to be the least threatening to them and if they were going to free the captives he would be sensible place to start. But then she looked at her surroundings and worrying thoughts entered her mind.<br>"J'onn am I right that what's been done here is illegal?" it was on most civilized planets and although Earth was a little backwards most earthlings Kori encountered acted as if they wanted to do the right thing. "So if it is illegal then that means the local law enforcement will get involved and I doubt they are better equipped to handle the victims than the League is." <br><br>The League's mission was to help and not hinder law enforcement but in this Kori felt that the best way to help them would be to hinder them. "J'onn if you, Starman &amp; Shazam work on the captives. I'll head out front, either Gotham Police are going to turn up or STAR Labs will be sending someone to cover this up. I'll delay them."<br>With that Kori flew back the way the team had entered the building and waited to see who would turn up first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 16:55:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>J'onn was working to receive the data as fast as the watchtower's systems would allow. It didn't take long before, via the others on the ground, he had absorbed almost everything they had to offer. He hardly had time to pay attention to what he was transferring, he was working so fast. Analysis could come later, what mattered right now was keeping and containing it. While this was a crime it was a necessary one in J'onn's eyes. <strong>"I'm getting everything I can. There's a lot of data but the tower can handle it."</strong>&nbsp; As people worked at the computers a warning flashed up on the screen.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Warning: Power Levels Low - Containment Facilities Shutting Down</span></strong></div><br>And with that from outside came the sounds of depressurization. The industrial steel doors seemed to slightly adjust, as though they had been sealed in a vacuum but the machinery had lost power. Not only that but the chemicals being pumped into the four unconscious captives slowed almost instantly, and then stopped pumping. There was no reaction from those in the cells, but it was likely only a matter of time before containment was breached. On the alert there was a button marked 'Call', seeming to suggest the lab's option for calling for aid in the event of a breach, but it did not specify who would be contacted. <br><br>When Starfire headed outside she was met with silence and darkness, there was no sign anyone had arrived to assist. The easiest assumption was that S.T.A.R Labs was above the pay grade of traditional emergency services. Whatever had happened here the police couldn't have stopped, ambulances couldn't have saved anyone and the fire service couldn't have helped. Not to mention the potential security leak of anything they saw. Although now S.T.A.R had a massive security leak to the Justice League themselves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-12-2017, 06:08:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Starman was in agreement that if they could let one out it would be Firestorm, and he was in agreement that whatever experiments they were running here they didn't look like good ones. He hissed a bit trying to figure out how to go for what happened here.<br><br>Then of course he finds that it's a moot point because the restraint systems were failing. He can't help but think that maybe - maybe - they might have been sealed for a reason too.<br><br>"<strong>I got a bad feeling about this.</strong>" he speaks, pulling out the staff and warming it up.<br><br>"<strong>The staff can make forcefields, not sure how strong they'd be with the interference. If we get them out of the range fast enough that won't matter though, I can get them in bubbles and we can hope for the best.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-01-2018, 17:35:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham - STAR Labs <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Manhunter<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Billy shook his head at the spectacle, as the full scope of what S.T.A.R. had been doing here sunk in. It was every heroes worst fear. An allied entity doing experiments to figure out how they worked. Illegal experiments that spat in the face of the so called unity and friendship between them. And no matter what the people in those cages had done, being held in a containment unit and prodded to see what they could instead of facing justice was abhorrently wrong. If anyone had been left alive, he would've had words with them. "Yeah, Star. It's illegal. There's no government worth mentioning on Earth that would allow this sort of treatment. Even for the bad ones. Which means we need to have a talk with some people in power after this is settled. Good idea, though. Keep whoever shows up busy for a while so we can get this handled. ...<em>Somehow</em>." <br><br>"There will be no one for her to stop, child. There is simply...<em>no one</em> left. This was the work of a professional slaughterer. Those who were here are no longer of this world. And those would who aid are none the wiser. A master stroke of brutality. I <em>approve</em>."<br><br>He grunted at Zunoz words, but he was one of the original Old Gods. Darkseid's own father. If anyone knew the truth about something like this, it was him. And despite them not getting along all the time, every God in Shazam's head was loyal to him. He wasn't pulling his leg. "Shit...I hate it when you're right, Noz." "Insolent whelp! I told you not to call me that!" "Yeah and I ignored you when you said it, sooo..." "Grrrr." <br><br>Shazam had just smiled when he heard the automated voice telling them that the emergency reserves had gotten low enough that the containment cells were shutting down. No more tranquilizing chemicals to keep them docile. No more countermeasures to keep them contained. All at once, they had several very large threats on their hands. "Starfire. Gonna need you back here ASAP. Things just got complicated." He cracked his knuckles and prepared for the worst that could happen, then turned to Starman. <br><br>"Be ready to bubble them. I can reinforce your fields with my magic. But this needs to be fast, as we have no idea how potent the sedatives were or how fast they'll wear off." Of all the prisoners, Firestorm was the only one that looked normal relatively speaking, and he was a high school kid. He couldn't be that bad, especially since his file said he was the most well behaved of all of them. Shazam would save him for last. Right now they had serious threats to deal with. "Let's start with "Parasite". No idea what he...it? Can do, but I don't like that name one bit." Walking over to the cell containing the goopy science experiment, Shazam pried open the doors. "Let's get to work."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>19-01-2018, 21:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>"Starfire. Gonna need you back here ASAP. Things just got complicated"<br><br>The message from Shazam seemed simple enough but there was a 'gut feeling' as her friend Stella would say that said going back might not be be the sensible tactical move.<br>"How complicated?" was Kori's automatic response "Is just if the GCPD turn up they're going to get hurt by whatever is in there and if STAR Labs have their own security I doubt they are going to be helpful, either way whoever turns up needs to be prevented from entering the lab." Then a thought darted into Kori's mind, "J'onn I know you're busy with all the data coming from the lab but what kind of surveillance can you give us on anything approaching STAR Labs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 02:01:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>Inside the first cell opened quickly, freeing the being known as Parasite. It stumbled clumsily forth, almost pathetic in its wobbling and ungainly gate. After barely a few steps it collapsed to the floor, letting out a rasping breath and struggling to stand again. When it did it gazed at Shazam, seeming to stare with it's covered over eyes. It's unnatural purple skin seemed to shift and change as it crawled forward meekly, reaching out and barely tapping the force field. Nothing at all happened but it clambered to its feet, barely able to stand straight and press its faintly glowing hands to the force field, directly towards the two heroes. <br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/01/a1/48/01a148eabf8bc4371979ad8545d71093--art-work-comic-art.jpg)</div><br>While it was almost embarrassing to watch the being's deeply unnatural look meant it gave off a sense of clear, distinct danger. There was a permanent impression that this being was far more than it appeared and that was why it was contained so thoroughly. But whatever it could do was well hidden, with even the God's relatively unaware of the mistake of humanity.<br><br>Up above J'onn raced through the information, aiming to provide anything he could on parasite. Unfortunately he was more limited by computing than he was his own mind, the sheer mass of unfiltered data being almost impossible to sort through in so brief a moment. He came up short, and split his focus to respond to Starfire. <strong>"I've got no cameras down there post the EMP, but I can use my telepathy. It doesn't look like the humans are responding. Wait."</strong> He cut off. Just as he'd said that he noticed another mind thinking about STAR Labs. Hundreds of miles out a lone figure streaked through the air. So fast J'onn almost struggled to catch him, but he recognized the mind as Captain Atom's. He struggled to see his thoughts in detail but recognised enough. <strong>"Captain Atom is on his way, Starfire." </strong><br><br>He'd barely finished that when a distant light appeared in the sky, visible from the outside of STAR Labs. It was almost impossible to track, growing brighter for a few seconds before there was a violent crashing sound. A cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air by the landing, and then seemed to all fall at once and clear the air instantly. In the dust stood the unmistakable steely-skinned Government Superhero, Captain Atom. He looked Starfire up and down, no emotion in his eyes, with one hand raised after tossing the dirt to the ground. <strong>"Who is inside? What is loose?"</strong> His questions were simple and efficient, perhaps a bit blunt but he seemed to be intending to help more than accusing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 06:49:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/4/4b/Alan_Tudyk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150517091023)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starman<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Shazam <br><strong>Content:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"<strong>Ah-ha, No.</strong>" he speaks as the staff is doing it's best to hold the forcefield back. And ideally to force it back into it's cell to keep it separate from the others.<br><br>"<strong>If it's called Parasite, wants to get Handy, and is looking at you like you're a steak dinner let's just keep him in the corner. At least, I think it was looking. Ewww.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 17:43:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Red Hood</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>29th October 2017 - 8:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Gotham City - Falcone Mansion</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Context/Background:</strong> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=278565.msg13726454#msg13726454</div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Canary, Open</div><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/e1/54/20e154d2aa79f303c7830bc6c1062a10--mansions-for-sale-luxury-mansions.jpg)</div><br>With Batman dutifully tracking the trails of the arms dealers after his last operation with Zatan Gotham had experienced some crime issues, more so than usual. But while he'd managed to settle most superhuman crime there was still a distinct issue with the more conventional crime that plagued the streets. Particularly after the injuries sustained by Robin while fending off Croc, Shark and Grodd. The villains were staying quiet but every two bit gangster with a gun was making the most of the lack of the Bat. But unfortunately for them the new face of vigilantism in Gotham was not the merciful one it had been for so long. Rather it was a red hooded gunman more than comfortable gunning down the criminals in cold blood. It had only been a few days and already his body count was in the dozens and rapidly spiraling. Every mob boss in the city had put out a hit on him, but so far it seemed a show down with the vigilante was a death sentence. <br><br>Only yesterday he had taken down a drug operation alone, raiding a warehouse on Gotham's docks and butchering the criminals. The brutality of the attacks was shocking even to the officers who responded, but they couldn't deny his efficiency. Most media was leaping on the story either acclaiming him as a necessary evil, a hero who was cleaning the streets in the harsh but necessary manner Gotham needed others described him as a manic individual with unlicensed weapons and an obsession with violence. The GCPD were unable to let him continue operating, but so far every attempt to apprehend him had shown how absurdly skilled the man was. Ordinarily they might have called for Batman, but their crusader was wrapped up in a plot that could have implications globally and though it hurt he couldn't return to Gotham. And so instead he sent a message to the GCPD that the Justice League would put an end to the killings. <br><br>Some of Batman's more questionable contacts provided reliable information that a group of several crime bosses, including the Falcones and Maronis, would be meeting in a private location to make plans to put down this new thorn in their side permanently. Rumour has it that it's to be held at the Falcones mansion, a known epicenter for crime that goes untouched due to the family's vast influence. Any attempt to approach by the GCPD would be doomed to discovery and cause the whole meet to be called off. But the League's members were less locally known and watched, and they had skills that could get them in anywhere. There was a social evening event being held at the mansion in order to conceal the real underground aspect. It was thought highly likely that this would be the Red Hood's best opportunity to wipe these crime bosses out and so a key opportunity to apprehend him.<br><br>The GCPD placed two plans in to place. One approach would utilise stealth skills to sneak onto the property, remaining at the perimeter or rooftop and staking out carefully in order to wait for the strike. The other was to use disguises and trickery to enter the Mansion's social event, mingling idly with the guests so as to be in the middle of the action if anything was to occur. The unfortunate downside being having to disarm, and wear impractical attire for a combat situation against a highly armed and skilled combatant. Either way the League's members would meet with a small hand-picked group of GCPD officers in a stakeout van parked a few streets from the meeting. There they could collate information and assess the plan before making an entrance. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>01-02-2018, 17:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.newsarama.com/images/i/000/142/895/original/starfire_580.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Starfire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13607543#msg13607543)<br><strong>Location:</strong> STAR Labs, Gotham<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> October 25th, 2017, 2340<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr>"Oh, Hi there Captain Atom." said Kori in her usual cheery tone "Or are you OK with just Captain? or Atom? We really properly introduced when we met in Metropolis, everyone calls me Starfire. Well, some people call me other things when I'm off duty but I sure people don't call you Captain Atom all the time." Kori had to admit she was a little bit fascinated by the government operative in front of her there just something very strange about him that intrigued her. "So that metal that's covering you, is that your skin or some kind of exosuit that you wear?" <br><br><strong>"Who is inside? What is loose?"</strong><br><br>"Oh inside? There a couple of other leaguers Starman and Shazam, he was in Metropolis as well." Kori wondered for a second how much she should tell the Captain as the relationship the League and the US government seemed a little strained. "We don't know exactly what's happened but there are four people in containment tubes being held captive but the containment is starting to fail. So I think we need to find a way to stop anyone else getting close to the lab while my team mates fix the problem." If the Government had dispatched Captain Atom then they knew something was wrong at the Lab and it was possible the Captain might be able to call on resources the League didn't have to at least put a perimeter around the place until things were resolved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 03:18:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tdMrdNs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Black Canary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13693706#msg13693706)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham, stakeout<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 29 Oct 17; 2000<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Gotham PD<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Scheming<br><hr><br>The motorcycle wasn't the most stealthy way to get around town, so she left it a few streets down, out of sight out of mind.&nbsp; She could walk the rest of the way without any trouble, maybe warming up would do her some good.&nbsp; She was already aware of the red-hooded vigilante, but hadn't quite crossed paths with him yet.&nbsp; "Justice" like that wasn't just for one person to decide, though, otherwise the streets would be full of bodies.&nbsp; She zipped up her leather jacket as she walked along, keeping at least a little warmer with her hands in her pockets.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if anyone else would be coming in for back-up, maybe this was just a little trial-by-fire to satisfy a certain black-suited superhero.<br><br>Cops were usually a little more conspicuous than they tried to be, or maybe she just knew what to look for.&nbsp; Her father had told her a few stories when she was younger after all.&nbsp; That and she already knew where they were supposed to be which made things...simple.&nbsp; Her boots tap-tap-tapped on the pavement before her knuckles tap-tap-tapped on the glass.<br><br>"Sup, heard you could use a hand," she explained with a smirk, "or so a little bat told me."<br><br>"Black Canary," she introduced herself, "what's the plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-02-2018, 16:40:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham - STAR Labs <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Manhunter, Parasite<br><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Anyone or <em>thing</em> named Parasite was not someone Billy wanted to be particularly close with. If the name was anything to go by, this creature could have some ability for draining life-force or powers. Neither of those sounded like fun to Shazam, so he was pretty adamant on not getting touched. Starman's force field was holding for now, as Parasite seemed far too weak to actually be an issue. But that could change at any moment, so Shazam was still wary of the purple creature. <br><br>He'd been listening to J'onn, but not intently. Until he heard Captain Atom. He cursed silently, knowing that in moments the government would once again send their watchdog to intervene or interfere with League business. "J'onn. He's powerful enough to definitely be of help, but the government's help comes with strings attached. They're probably gonna try and take all the people locked up here. Then we'll see some mutated variant a few months down the line when they inevitably escape the torture and experimentation and go on a rampage that <em>we</em> have to deal with. How do we handle this, J'onn? We've gotta tread carefully around that guy." As he was talking, he walked to the force field and aimed his hand at it. Lightning poured from his palm, surrounding the entire force field in an aura of electricity that made it even stronger. "I really don't like this."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Founding - Gotham (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>14-02-2018, 15:08:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br>Atom marched past Starfire, heading straight through the hole in the wall and not wasting any time on pleasantries. In an ordinary situation he would likely have appeared rude but given the circumstances his haste was fairly expected. He didn't reply to her asking about his name or title, or his skin, but showed he was listening with a swift nod when she explained who was inside. <br><br>Back indoors Parasite eventually crawled to the edge of the force field, collapsing against it and trailing its withered hand along the electrified shield. It didn't appear to be harmed by it, instead just laying pathetically while gazing up at the heroes. While it was there it stared with empty sockets, giving a hungry look as though it could see without eyes, staring at the power that it desired. The more it looked the more unsettling and unnatural it appeared, causing a great deal of discomfort as it appeared so against nature.<br><br>Eventually Atom made his way into the room and rapidly assessed the situation, looking over the steadily unlocking cages. He raised a palm towards the cell containing the being labelled 'Despero' and a rush of energy flooded the room. It was a strange sensation, one of warmth but coupled with a sense of danger. The cell door reversed its progress, rapidly re-sealing itself and the fluid keeping the alien unconscious started to flow again. It was something of a stop-gap solution for now. He was happy with the way the other two were handling Parasite, and was just beginning to assess his next step when a booming voice interrupted his thoughts. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Solomon Grundy,<br>Born on a Monday,</strong></div><br><div align="center">It was accompanied by a violent slam against the metal bulkhead containing the hulking figure.<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>Christened on Tuesday,<br>Married on Wednesday,<br>Took ill on Thursday,<br>Grew worse on Friday,</strong></div><br><div align="center">Every line being recited was followed by another heavy smash, but the bulkhead was so twisted it was impossible to see what was on the other side now. Atom approached the door steadily, hands raised and ready.</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Died on Saturday,<br>Buried on Sunday,<br>That was the end,<br>Of Solomon Grundy.</strong></div><br>And with that the bulkhead gave way with an almighty groan and crash, causing the towering figure to come rampaging into the room. It was clearly the body of a man. Or, it once was the body of a man. Now it towered over Captain Atom and the League members present by far, looking to be at least nine feet tall and several times the weight of a large man. It had vascular, bulging but graying and lifeless muscles across the distinctly rotting frame. The stench in the room was almost unbearable, a sickly scent of death and the smell of an old, damp swamp. More notable though was the fact he was already swinging, throwing a wide haymaker straight at Captain Atom who barely avoided the titanic strike. Grundy gave a roar of frustration, now turning to face the assembled heroes with a snarl on his undead lips. 
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