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Reverse FIash Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 7:41 am
Please read the guild announcement sent out
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 7:56 am
Even when the Man of Steel touched down Batman continued to piece his mind back together one step at a time. It was all coming back to him. Basic motor skills, speech, memories near and far. He knew he was stronger enough to break away from what he experienced but he was bested so easily by a simple telepathic attack. He had suffered so many in the past that he had thought he could have been more prepared for something. It was clear that whoever the attacker was had a much better handle than those who he’s encountered before.
Normally he wasn’t one to ask for help and if he did it was very little assistance but he was in a situation in which he didn’t have much information on. He took the man’s hand, accepting his help as he was then lifted to his feet. Aside from a bit of dizziness, he seemed otherwise okay in the presence of the Kryptonian. He’d clear his throat, processing all of the confusion that squandered his mind before he even attempted to speak. “Thanks." He said plainly. "A telepathic attack that left me completely immobilized.” Batman finally spoke after a long moment of silence. His tone screamed frustration at how he had let himself become a victim so easily. Glancing back at the worn warehouse, his eyes squinted in confusion. If they hadn’t come out then, they probably weren’t coming out now. “Tell me if you see anything.” Batman nudged his head back towards the warehouse, prompting Superman to try out his X-Ray vision on the structure.
“It isn’t good.” He said, beginning to elaborate on the full extent of his impromptu reconnaissance mission. Batman tapped away at the built in mini computer in his gauntlet, bringing up several images of well known super criminals, assassins, and terrorists, all of which Superman would have met or knew of. “Enemies from the mystic arts down to the scientific nature were inside that warehouse.” He made note of how they all looked to Professor Zoom and while he couldn’t hear a thing on the inside, he had assumed that he was the reason for him being attracted there in the first place. From there, he assumed that that very same pulse was used to gather the villains from their respective areas across the planet. “We’ve never seen anything like this; not on this scale.” In his time as Batman, he had seen his own respective rogues form an alliance of some kind. In their minds, two or three was better than one and Gotham was big enough for the criminals to divide amongst themselves. Only this time, the group seen by the vigilante were all powerful, dangerous, and capable in their own ways; enough to maybe even rival The Justice League. Time would tell and it was best that they made use of what they had.
“Call it in, The League needs to know what’s happening.” Each and every one of the members had some kind of ties to every villain present inside the warehouse, he wondered if they knew already. More importantly, he wondered where they were all transported to.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 8:33 pm
Before being teleported to Star Labs, Deadshot sat quietly while listening to the Reverse Flash. "Killer Frost and Deadshot, you two need to take advantage of the distractions given, and break free both of our soon to be allies. I'm sure explosives and ice will be useful enough in breaking them free of their prisons--" He wondered what possible use could a chunk of clay and a overgrown leech would help destroy the justice League. He rose his hand up as if a student in a high school "ummm Why can't we just fight them ou-" but before he can even finish his sentence Circe sent himself and Killer Frost to the metahuman holding cells. Knowing that he would have to communitcate with his partner in order to break the other rouges, he would have to wait until he hears Joker and Harley's mayhem. "So Elsa, you've been here before. Before we get the signal from the clowns, mind showing where Clay Face and Parasite at?" waiting for her response, he equips his assault rifle with a grenade launcher. Although he wishes the witch would had also teleport most of his equipment, he had to trust Killer Frost on this mission.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 4:13 pm
"I did and so far I'm not picking up anything. If they were here like you say then they're long gone now." the Man of Steel says, continuing to inspect the building via his x-ray vision, looking for the smallest detail he might've missed only to come up shorthanded in his search. He stops squinting and returns his attention fully on Batman. "It's almost as if they completely vanished." Superman added, listening to Bruce as he voiced his understandable concerns on the matter. And he was right, this wasn't good at all. The only approach now was to contact the rest of the League---fill them in on the known then devise a plan to stop this new threat. "What about you? You look like you could use a break, maybe some rest." Superman concluded. Although in truth, Clark knew he had only been preaching to the choir at this point. Still it didn't hurt to extend the offer he figured.
Opening the League communication line, his firm yet authoritative voice could be heard loud and clear. "This is Superman, all members of the Justice League if you're listening to this need to come to the Watchtower as soon as you can. A new threat has risen and the world needs the Justice League to put a stop to it," he pauses, allowing the first part of his message to register. Then without another moment to waste continues, "I look forward to seeing you all soon." Superman ends the message there and says to Batman. "I take it you'd be against me flying us both to the Watchtower?"
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Man Of Steel Superman Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:20 am
(just establishing myself on this new topic, dismiss my cruddy menial little post -bows-)
The trip to the vicinity of S.T.A.R labs, had been simple enough as he and Quinn flew under the radar for now, expertly speeding through each flashing yellow light, while a quick trip over the bay bridge had them jumping cities like Rats on a sinking ship... Though if all went according to plan, they wouldn't be sinking. Despite their obvious menial task to onlookers, Joe had needed a brain for this one... One for which he felt most of his fellow 'Teammates' lacked, of course his was as scattered as a shoebox full of marbles, but he had to scheme, and fast. Slipping down the freeway, the vehicle sped on, remaining as always under the radar, as his mind toiled, a plan within a plan. Driving around top down in a convertible shooting rockets into large crowds sounded like fun, but ultimately was a fight his beloved Nemesis, or anyone single one of the leaguers could easily foil, no, he needed something special...something that would draw all eyes upon him, make him threat number one, thankfully he had a very unforgiving history about him, his depravity was legendary, and Harley's wasn't too far behind himself now days. This could work, even if he had to bluff half of it. Redialing Rhino, the gruff voice would sound again, breathe labored as if him and the gang had been doing heavy lifting, "-Everything good Boss?" Joker smiled, pallid face lighting up as Ruby lips pulled tight over yellowing teeth, "-It will be. Have you got our party favors?" even being Cryptic and speaking in code, Rhino was a veteran, had been with Joker damn near since the beginning, he knew it all, "-Loaded, and in bound...""-Delightful. But I want them unloaded and dispersed, to Metropolis, real damn shame we can't line that ******** with Kryptonite... No matter. Gotham, Central, and Star City will all be participating in our game, we'll have to bluff our way through Coast City and Themyscira. Take choppers if you must, but I need them in places pronto, doesn't much matter where or who sees, time is of the essence! Send them out, call our friends in Star City let them prepare...but I want you here, hurry!" Rhino laughed, "-Well it's good we ran out of room in the vans, we split the family up, we'll move them appropriately, I should be there in about a half an hour... The boys are already in bound towards the other cities." under it all the sounds of doors shutting sounded, an engine roared to life, "-Sounds like I'll see you soon then? We were instructed to cause a ruckus, I'm moving it away from STAR labs, you'll find me..." if only one checked his GPS coordinates, and then he hung up...the plan well on their way to being developed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:11 pm
How long had it been? How long had he been held captive against his will in this damned box? The loneliness gnawed away at John Corben's sanity. It had been so long since one of the scientist from Star Labs had even bothered to visit him. It seemed that no one no longer had any interest in studying the dismembered but functional head of the cyborg that had once been known as Metallo. It had been two years since he had last fought the Man of Steel and found himself in this current predicament.
He was a tough b*****d to kill, almost impossible really given that he could control any machinery he could get his hands on. Granted he needed hands in the first place. Upon defeat, Superman and the scientist realized that if his head could be removed from his body, Metallo would prove to be powerless. As such upon his interment to Star Labs, John Corben's sustained head would be separated from the rest of his body until a solution could be discovered as to how to 'cure' him. A notion that he had long given up on. Would he be glad to have flesh and blood hands once more? Of course! Bbut he longed to simple do anything at this point.
Suddenly, the sounds of gunfire coupled with shouting a quickly silenced alarm caught his attention. Was someone actually breaking into Star Labs? Heh. That was hard to believe, but not unlikely. After all any super genius with a different view on morality would surely be able to make use of all the incredible gadjets, machines, and research being done here. He didn't really care for the motive. Right now he just cared about getting the hell out of here.
"HEY!" Corben shouted from within the glass containment unit that held his metallic skull. He shouted for anyone nearby" HEEEEEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME THE *** OUT!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 2:22 pm
"Hunger...Hunger....."The Parasite rasped, pressing his the palms of his hands against the side of his containment cell. The monster slammed his emaciated frame against the glass walls that held him, failing to leave so much as a crack. The metallic clamps around his hands served as energy sponges, draining him of the energy that he needed to feed upon to survive. "So... very hunger..." The former human moaned, his shriveled form racking with pain. An unfortunate side effect of his condition. His endless hunger constantly drained away at him and he required a daily supply of either energy or life force to keep up his strength.
He longed to break free of this prison and drain every single last one of the so called scientist that had promised to cure him of this ailment of his. He'd kill all of them. And Superman too. He was the cause of all of this. Of this horrific life that the Parasite had found himself in. He loved him and hated him at the same time. For Superman's life force had been the sweetest the he had ever feasted upon. Had the Man of Steel not taken it back, he was sure that it would have lasted him a life time. "Kill...Superman.....Devour.....Superman..." The Parasite shuddered, holding his stomach as the hunger stabbed at him once more. He collapsed to the ground, body visibly shaking now. All thoughts of the Superman lost to the pain
"Let me out....let me feeeeed." He begged his captors, unsure if they were even listening to him. The hunger tore away at him, occupying his every thought now. He couldn't escape it. He could think of nothing else. It was a struggle to even remember his name at times. So draining was it upon him, that he was unaware of what was going on around him now. Completely unaware of the tragedy that was befalling Star labs or the rescue that was now en route. He pressed himself against the glass, biting away at the glass to no effect. "Feeeeeeeed...."He drooled, wanting more than anything else in this world than to wrap his hands around the throat of his captors and drain them dry of their life force until they were nothing more than husk at his feet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 2:18 pm
A thoughtful look crossed Black Adam's face, as he was reviewing the turn of events. After the marching orders were given out and the inner circle 'formed,' Teth approached Eobard, "Brilliant planning Zoom. If I am reading your intentions correctly, your plan can be utilized in a manner to curl the herd of 'heroes' that would array themselves against us. A team dispatched to bring our foes to commit to the field, whilst we may have opportunities to target the responding heroes... one at a time, at our leisure... How am I doing?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 9:56 am
"This is Superman, all members of the Justice League if you're listening to this need to come to the Watchtower as soon as you can. A new threat has risen and the world needs the Justice League to put a stop to it". Oh, boy. How many times has he heard that one before? A new bad guy reared their head around some new corner around the world every other day it seemed and big blue would sound the call for them to meet. This time, though, it seemed more urgent than the last time, more urgent than any other time really. Several minutes ago, Batman had shouted in pain through the League's communications. Hal doubted that he was the only one that heard that didn't include Superman with all of his wondrous abilities.
"I'll be there when I can, Superman." He reassured the fearless leader. "Lantern business, somehow I feel like they might be linked." Hal's voice began to lower some while he finished speaking as his eyes squinted throughout the deep expanse of space to spot a small green light headed for in the direction of none other than Oa. A fallen Green Lantern in this sector? John and Guy were off-world for now, that just left Kyle, wherever he may be. "Ring, contact Green Lantern Kyle Rayner. Have him meet me and The Justice League at The Watchtower," To have another GL along for the ride for whatever was coming he knew would prove to be the best course of action. He was sure to remind himself later that he needed to inquire about the demise of another Green Lantern from the Guardians. With nothing left for him there, he flew off for The Watchtower in haste.
Upon arrival, he'd enter through one of the main entrances letting his boots touch down softly against the metallic floor. They had a substantial number of members nowadays to suffice for the lack of membership but even then it was awfully quiet with the spacious command center. "Scary. For once, Hal Jordan, you're early." He spoke to no one but himself as he continued through the station and towards the Meeting Hall.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 12:29 am
 ~#~ KILLER FROST ~#~Killer Frost rolled her eyes and followed along with Eobard's plan. The look she gave Deadshot was one of 100% Done WIth This s**t. Oh, she knew this place, alright. The memories all came flooding back to her, working long nights, helping Barry and Team Flash out of pickles... and being the damsel far too many times for her liking. "It's Killer Frost, not Elsa, Dead-eye Duncan." She hissed, moving past him to see if her codes still worked in the security system. The red light fashed Denied, answering that question fairly quickly. With a groan, she shook her head. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Freezing her hand, she slammed her fist through the panel causing the door to slide open. "Ta-Da." KF said blandly, gesturing for Deadshot to enter first.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 3:22 pm
"Whoa someone needs to swallow a chill pill." Deadshot scoff after hearing from Frost. Anyways there was no time to waste or to fight among each other. Deadshot opened his cell phone and check the police scanner App to confirmed Harley and Joker's distracting extravaganza. He watches Killer Frost attempt to play with the security system. Just before he can try to help her, she found a simple way to hack it open. After Frost, gestured him to enter to the holding cells, Floyd grabbed a nearby speaker and fired a couple of rounds in the air to get the prisoners' attention. "Rise and Shine ladies! You are all Pardon! Except for the chunk of Play-doh and overgrown raisin! Please report to me immediately!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 11:51 pm
The sun had barely begun to set on their part of the plan, when Rhino and his armed friends showed up in their van. As they emerged meeting the Clown Prince out on the street, radios crackled as communications remained up, connections and favors called in through Jokers sea of dedicated...albeit bat s**t insane henchmen, their plan was ready to roll into motion. Fully locked and loaded vans, had spread themselves out through all the major cities, hidden away anywhere they chose, as random as names drawn from a hat...patternless and mad, a homage to the Mad Prince. Levying a foot up off the Vans front bumper, he leapt to the hood, perching himself up on the roof like a Carnival Barker atop a soapbox. Flashing a devious smile towards his beloved hench girl Harley, he powered up a megaphone, and spoke, His voice suddenly expansive. "-Attention please ladies and Gentlemen, boils and ghouls of all ages... Won't you please gather around..." just as he surmised, as he hoped it wasn't long before a passing News Van spot him (after all he was a very publicly known figure, with a devilishly handsome mug) and watched as they eagerly...and cautiously began to film, curious as to why the Joker was outside of Gotham. And then, when he had acquired an audience, he bowed...wild emerald hair cascading into his manic acid green eyes, "-To those painfully underprivileged few who haven't had the pleasure of my company before, I am the Clown Prince of Gotham, Joker...this here is my gang, and this here is my girl... Harley Quinn," but before they could vocalize their displeasure, or raise questions... He spoke again, grinning maniacally into the Camera, assuredly broadcasting over the local televisions (or they soon would be) "-What you don't know, is that I have a thermo nuclear bomb in the back of this here van..." outwards then two of his gang opened the doors, Quinn assuredly posing like Vanna White on the Price is Right modeling what the city had won. Instantly gasps and screams sound out as the crowd vacated his section of the city, rushing to get as far as they could, away from the Madman and his city destroyer, weapons suddenly trained on the camera crew as they froze in place, made to keep filming or risk the Clowns wrath. Continuing just as chipper as ever, despite the fact in a matter of seconds he and the city could be little more then ashes and silenced screams if anything went awry, "-Of course, we don't want to have all the FUN and leave all you others out in the cold, my own Gotham, Metropolis, Coast, Themyscira, and Central City all have their own party favors to celebrate with...it's a little past the New Years isn't it darlings? But I wouldn't mind seeing this ball drop... Would you? Ah Ha ha Ha ha Ha Ha!" their...his plan... Although ludicrous and completely outrageously over the top, was well underway, the clown a terribly big distraction... It's a wonder what you'll find lying around now days...
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 2:43 pm
A stolen car pulled up next to her, the driver was none other than the Joker, his smile with her new look sent her over the moon. Snatching her into the car, something was about to go down and Harley was thrilled. Joker made his phone call to an old friend, Harley knew things were about to get a little bit interesting. Recognizing the voice on the phone, it was Rhino, a man who kept his words and always have the new and coolest toys around. " Rhino eh? What he bringing dis time? Harley said smiling as she looked at the Jokers red glossy lips then realized she had better shut it, she knew better than to ask questions but could not contain her excitement. The thoughts of people in pain made her anxious and made her patience real thin. If she doesn't bash something or someones head by the end of the day, or see someone in pain she was going to lose any sanity that was left in her. As Rhino and the others arrived, she got out of the car to see what goodies he brought this time.The Joker made it there to the van before she did, keeping the distance she knew better than to get in his way. Her heart sunk when Joker got onto of the van and smiling towards her as well as calling her his girl. " Aw puddin ya da best!" Turning around she blew the news reporters a kiss. This was going to be a live event that no one wanted to miss. Turning back around two of the henchmen open the doors, showing off the bomb as she giggled. Blood curdling screams could be heard in every which angle. Which only caused Harley and her puddin to laugh even harder. Mentioning New Years Harley tugged on the Joker's pant leg. " Dis is gonna be fun, I wanna see da pretty lights." Referencing explosions.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 7:36 am
~#~ KILLER FROST ~#~ To be honest, KF was kind of hurt that her entry codes didn't work any longer. While it was logical since she wasn't exactly on their side anymore... it still hurt. There was nothing logical about how she felt about being closed out of this place she had spent so long at. It was practically her home. It hurt her heart to even be here again. This was where she lost Ronnie the first time. The memories alone were painful to bear and walking these halls... "Rise and Shine ladies! You are all Pardon! Except for the chunk of Play-doh and overgrown raisin! Please report to me immediately!"
Killer Frost stared at Deadshot as if he had just gone insane infront of her very eyes. "Uhm, just what the hell are you doing?" She scoffed, taking a moment to look around. First off, where in the Bugs Bunny of deep pockets did he get that speaker? Secondly, why was he shouting -attracting more attention to them- instead of away from them? And why... OH WHY, was he calling for people in the cells when they weren't even there yet? Killer Frost hung her head and let out a defeated, albeit angry, sigh. Her frosty blue fingers pinched at the pale skin at the bridge of her nose. Why her? WHY HER? Is this what Eobard thought of her? Oh yeah, pair her off with the guy who CLEARLY had no idea what was going on and see if she gets killed? It wasn't too long ago that he was just Harrison Wells, wheelchair-bound friend and mentor of hers... and now this. ******** Frost moved closer to Deadshot, grabbing the speaker out of his hand and freezing it solid. "Are you seriously out. of. your. MIND?" She hissed, ready to freeze him to something more useful, like a solid block of ice, for example. She threw the speaker down to the floor, shattering it instantly as chunks of frozen plastic and such skittered all over the floor. "Listen to me very carefully. I used to work here; I used to put metahumans in these cells, walk these very halls, and I know where everything is at. Maybe, just maybe, we go with MY guidance? Hm? Orrrr, we could just bumble about and get shot at while you ******** this mission straight to hell, where most everything you do, goes?" KF made to leave, but reared back to get into his face with a clear and distinct warning. "And yes. This does mean that I am taking charge. Don't like it? There's the door. Or better yet, I turn you into a very tall ice cube and we no longer have to put up with you." She drug a hand through her hair as she tried to cool off. "Now... if you want to get this done -the right way- then their cells are down deeper. They're very dangerous and have a lot more secuirty than just some doors guarding them. The extremely dangerous are kept in specialized cells a few floors down, and -" She held a finger up, "We're also supposed to be after two more, not just Parasite and Clayface, We also need Metallo and Bizarro." She pointed down the hall way towards the direction that would lead them down to those they were really after. "Like I'm some kind of damn S.T.A.R. Lab's tour guide..." KF grumbled, blowing out a puff of cold vapor as she walked away towards the direction they needed to go.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 6:39 pm
Deadshot stood in place and watched his mini microphone got destroyed. Although it didn't bother him a bit, it sure did made him a bit uneasy with his partner's quick temper. She then asked what he was doing "I'm getting their attention what does it look like?"[/color] Then out of stupidity, he realize he wasn't in the holding cell area. It seemed as if Lawton was used to Belle Reve, Arkham, and black gate prison so much, that he mistaken the place for them. "Whoops my bad.. Hope that won't come out of my paycheck."
Killer Frost then made to leave, but reared back to get into his face with a clear and distinct warning. " And yes. This does mean that I am taking charge. Don't like it? There's the door. Or better yet, I turn you into a very tall ice cube and we no longer have to put up with you." Deadshot rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Haha do you think i actually care who takes charge here? All i care is the end game prize. The Cash that needs to be in my credit card. Something tells me you are a bit of a newbie with those powers of yours. It takes skill to master such a trait like the impeccable aim of a marksman like me. You know, I had dealt with a controlling woman before. Who you should meet her, she needs more freaks like you."
He then took a couple paces foward away from her "So you gonna show me the way or not?" As he looked at her, he noticed something. He remembered seeing her bounty somewhere. "That's it", he thought. "It was that one guy who works at Tannhauser Industries." Perhaps after the mission is complete, he can start his unexpecting new contract...
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