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 Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 11:51 pm
 ○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: On a roof top couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: surprise, disbelief
OOC: (( .... ))
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"Never heard of him. Single most-? no no no... Superman's by far the most well known hero.... Well.. the Green Lantern core is more, universal, so I guess it depends on what planet you're on........."
Robin stopped. He frowned. The bird proceeded to pull his cape open, revealing that he was holding a small rounded device that was taken from his belt. He flipped it open, revealing it to hold a screen which he tapped numerous times. His disbelief disappeared and all he had left was concentration on the device in his hand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:01 am
At this point, Tanya's jaw dropped, as this kid she had never met before listed off heroes she had never heard of.
"Who the heck is Superman?" she asked, but then she saw Tim pull out some sort of device and look at it.
"... You're not reading a text, are you? 'Cuz that doesn't look like any cell phone I've ever seen. More like one of those flippy-pocket-mirror things that women use when applying makeup..." she rambled, and then gigglesnorted a bit at herself before shaking her head and regaining her composure.
"Seriously, Zorro Rojo, what's up? You look like you're in super-cereal mode." she said, cautiously taking a step toward him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:08 am
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: On a roof top couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: concentrating...................
OOC: (( .... I like her. She's snarky.))
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Robin didn't respond. He continued his search and read from the data he was pulling off the cave's computers......along with current satellite footage and news feeds.
"Okay, that's weird."
Tim only frowned further. He looked up at Diamondback, then to the distant New York city scape, then back down to his communicator. He tapped a few more times.
" That's ... bad."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:50 am
"Sometimes it's good..." TThe drop into scenic Wherever-The-Hell-This-Was had been less than pleasant. There was a sudden flash of light, the room around him, a dreary little excuse for an estate in France, vanished, and he was falling right from the sky to a city below. Lucky for him, he wasn't just some schmuck with a mask and a cape. He made the proper aerial maneuvers, and managed to land smoothly as he could on one of the rooftops. He didn't recognize the city before his skull-mask-covered face, but that wasn't surprising. The man in the skull didn't recognize much of anything. Now came the fun part: Remembering what he was supposed to be doing. Someone was being hunted, and he was the only one taking the job.
"Has ta be one hero 'r another..." The man known only to the world around him as "Taskmaster" mumbled, looking around. There was a slight chill in the wind that moved over him, causing the white of his cape to shift. On his right arm was a shield, modeled after that of the iconic Captain America, and it glinted ever-so-slightly with the city lights shining below. He didn't wrack his brain too hard for an answer, instead just reaching along his belt for his binoculars and doing a quick scan. Within moments, he picked up two figures on a nearby rooftop, just a bit higher than the one he was on.
Zooming in, Taskmaster's eyes squinted from behind his skull mask. One of the figures wasn't recognizable. Some guy in a domino mask and a green tights... Looked a bit fruity to the mercenary. The other one, however, took him only a moment to recognize. "Diamondback..." His jaw tightened in thought. "Someone's payin' fer her head, I bet..." Replacing his binoculars on the belt, he made a quick estimation about the jump distance from his roof to the one his new target stood upon.
Sizing the gap, he backed up to the edge of his own platform, then began the running start. He leapt high, and managed to flawlessly grasp one of the rungs of the fire-escapes railings, hoisting himself up quickly and reaching the highest level of the escape in a matter of seconds. As he reached the precipice of his metal climbing-assistant, he coiled his legs before making a springing jump into the air, reaching his highest altitude above the rooftop his target stood on.
Taskmaster came to land right between the two, and his arms shot like lightning up from his sides, along his thighs to pull out his dual .45 pistols. He kept one aimed at each of them, and in the dark of the night around them, one of the nearest streetlights cast an eerie shadow along his skull mask, causing a glint in his eye as he met Diamondback's. Showtime..."... To forget." Location: "Don't know, don't care."
Mood: Ready...
OOC: Hey, y'all~
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:59 am
(( ... two things... 1. Hi, welcome to the party! ... .... and 2. oooooooh shiz frick... we're so screeeeewwwed.... ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:02 am
Tanya opened her mouth to ask Tim what he was talking about, but soon she heard another arrival being made, and turned to face it; and for a brief moment, the normally-fearless young teenager's heart stopped and her blood seemed to go cold upon staring at the skull-mask of the man known only as Taskmaster.
She knew of Taskmaster. She knew that he had trained her mother, Rachel Leighton, prior to her becoming the original Diamondback. She knew that he had studied her father's fighting style extensively, and that he was without doubt one of the single most fearsome non-superpowered people in the world due to his ability to memorize a seemingly indefinite amount of fighting styles, as well as his general ruthlessness.
"And that..." she muttered, taking a step back and moving closer to Tim, taking a warily defensive stance and pulling out one of her synthetic diamond-projectiles to counter Taskie's pistols, "... is worse."
Looking to Tim as she moved beside him, she whispered so that he could hear her: "We gotta get outta here. If we fight this guy, he'll kick our butts; trust me when I say that. So if you have an escape plan...?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:21 am
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: On a roof top couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: alert, defensive, thinking, always thinking...
OOC: (( fudge, frick, shiz, jeebus, oh god.))
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With a step back, Robin instinctively reached a hand to the collapsed bo-staff attached to the back of his belt under his yellow-black cape. Tim could tell before the pistols were pulled that this man was trouble and that he intended to bring it. The young bird noted that Diamondback had changed from her snarky self the instant this stranger appeared, and it wasn't a good change either.
'Ask questions later' Was a good thought running through Tim's head that he knew to follow through in this situation. With a guy this big and bad looking, and with Tim holding absolutely no info on him... he had to agree with Diamondback on this one, especially since she obviously recognized him. Time to vamoose.
"I have a motorcycle on ground level-"
Oh god this was NOT the place he wanted to be.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:41 am
"Sometimes it's good..." Standing from his crouch, Taskmaster's barrels never left their position, aimed directly at his new targets. Diamondback seemed a bit too short, a bit too young, the closer he got, and he didn't know what to make of the other kid at all... The way they chattered as he moved closer to them, he thought, was a bit rude. He'd have to give them the proper reciprocation for their lack of manners. Almost instantly, his mind began working strategically; he noted the way the kid pulled out his bowstaff, the length of it, the apparent weight, how he handled it. Diamondback was prepping herself as well, but with how much he overestimated her physique, Taskie was hard-pressed to say he was scared.
"How 'bout we make this real simple..." Taskmaster began in a low, hard tone. His footsteps were silent as he took one towards the pair of youngsters. "Ya ain't scarin' anyone with th' diamond, Blondie. An' yer payin' fer my next batch a tech..." Despite the shadows his mask was covered in, the boy in the green tights would no doubt feel as Taskmaster's eyes shifted to him. "Ya gonna add yerself ta the hunt too, boy?" As if punctuating the question, he pulled back the hammers of both .45's.
"G'head... Show me yer moves.""... To forget." Location: "Don't know, don't care."
Mood: Willing...
OOC: Aw, c'mon, Angelus, you haven't seen him try and be scary, yet! <3
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 2:00 am
Tanya did her best not to show any sort of intimidation as she looked to Taskie; but it was hard, considering he was a man that could stalemate and possibly defeat her own father, who was, hands-down, one of the single best martial artists on the planet. And while Tanya might be able to hold her own for a few minutes, if even that, she knew that Taskie would adapt.
After hearing his words, she said: "Sorry, Mister Taskmaster, sir... But I kind of like the idea of living. So, uh, if'n ya don't mind... Falcoooonnnn....THROW!"
With this, she quickly tossed the diamond toward the imposing figure before her; whether or not he managed to shoot it or avoid it was of little concern, as it was meant to be a smoke-screen to give herself, and her new ally, a precious few seconds to make a getaway. Almost immediately after she threw the diamond, she said "Go!" to Tim and turned around, immediately making a hasty retreat toward to edge of the building so that she could jump off of it and try to make a run for it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:06 pm
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: On a roof top couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: alert, defensive, thinking
OOC: (( Noope nope nope. It looks like I don't have to see it...... yet....and is the smoke screen actually up now?.. and meeh. My posts are so ... short... they'll grow in time I promise... ;n; ))
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Once the small object was thrown, it was all Tim needed to start implementing the next moves he already had planned out. He knew the drill and before she had ushered him to retreat, Robin was on the move for the edge of the rooftop. His motorcycle was several stories below... and they had to reach it as soon as possible. With a leap off the building and a turn towards the fire escape he shot a grapnel hook, briefly watching it wrap between some of the rusted metal bars before his quick decent down.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:31 am
"Sometimes it's good..." There was no hesitation from Taskmaster as Diamondback threw her projectile; his bullet hit it direct, exploding the small object in a cloud-cover which would've thrown off any average goon. But he was far from "any average goon". Without a second thought, he pushed through the smoke, holstering his pistols rapidly and breaking into a run for the roof as he watched the two small figures dart for the edge. He only caught a fleeting glimpse of them as he tore from the smoke's grasp, but it was enough to let him know the chase had begun.
Green-Tights was using some kind of grapple-gun to get a better spot on the fire-escape. A quick, effective means to the bottom. Too bad he had a better idea. Clipping the shield on his arm to the spot on his bandoleer behind his cape, his quick hands pulled two brass-knuckle-like devices from his belt. Just as he felt himself beginning to fall, a light "BZZZZZZ" sound came from the devices, and blade-like protrusions cloaked in a dim red light came from the knuckles. Immediately, he shoved the blades into the wall, and let them slow his descent as he reached the halfway point on the wall.
By now, he could see both of their positions, and there wouldn't be much they could do to change that... "... To forget." Location: "Don't know, don't care."
Mood: Able.
OOC: You're fine, really. ^-^
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 2:09 am
For her part, Tanya didn't need to use the grapple-gun she had like Tim, and she literally managed to leap down to a windowsill nearby, showing impeccable balancing as she stood on her toes on the narrow surface, and then leaped down the next few stories and landed in a crouch; her suit absorbed most of the shock from the landing, and what was sent through her body only caused mild discomfort due to her peak human durability. She briefly glanced to Taskmaster, seeing how close he was, and immediately resolved to get even further away if at all possible. But in an unfamiliar city, and against someone with as much experience as Taskmaster, she knew she'd need to pull out all the stops and improvise as much as possible just to stay away.
But what moved through her mind at the moment, in spite of the adrenaline in her system, was a single question: Why? Why was Taskmaster targeting her, of all people? Had he mistaken Tanya for her mother Rachel? And if so, why would he continue to go after her when it was obvious that Tanya was not her mother? She knew she couldn't dwell on this, and as soon as those questions moved to the forefront of her mind, they were gone again, and she turned her head to Tim, wordlessly begging the other kid to take the lead as quickly as possible... before things got very ugly for them both.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:18 pm
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: a couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: on the move, alert, thinking
OOC: (( Time to go aaaah ))
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Getting chased by a large skull-masked gun-toting stranger? Yeah, not quite the activity Robin would've picked for today. Or any day. He figured it could have been worse...... at least this was his turf. Tim knew these streets. Judging by the fact Diamondback never heard of Gotham, for now Tim was willing to bet the same went for the big guy too. This gave him a much needed advantage. Once Robin touched the ground, he clipped and abandoned the grapnel hook's cord, taking off in the opposite direction of his bike and rounding a corner. Hopefully a good run around would give the fleeing teens enough time to start up the motorcycle, much less, time to mount the vehicle once they reached it.
"This way, stay close-"
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:48 am
"Sometimes it's good..." By the time he'd reached street-level, Taskmaster was already moving at full-speed for Diamondback's lithe form; despite the young woman's advantages of a physically perfect body (which the mercenary had no real idea about), his honed and trained legs were moving him to a point where it could be said he was gaining on her. He noted as well that the heroine was following after Green-Tights as he rounded the corner, allowing her to slip by a few moments before he could. When he did finally make it, much to his annoyance, the two were gone. They weren't in the clear, though. Not by a longshot.
Their footsteps in the alley could still be heard, and he followed without hesitation. After a few moments without seeing them, however, another noise warranted Taskmaster's attention. One of the doors leading into the alleyway opened, revealing a young Hispanic woman who appeared to have been woken up by some commotion; likely the sounds of a trashcan Taskmaster himself had tipped over during his run. The woman gasped hard at the sight of the white-caped figure, and the mercenary himself was surprised for a moment. Quickly recovering, his mind worked this new arrival into part of his plan.
He lunged for the door, and seized the woman by the collar of her nightshirt before tossing her to the ground in front of him. She gave a small grunt of discomfort, and tried to call out for help before Taskie drew his blade and aimed it for her throat. All she could see in the dimness was the glint of the sword, and the same glint in one of the skull-faced man's eyes. Pulling his shield to go with the sword in his other hand, then grabbing a pistol to hide under the cover of the shield's rim, he finally spoke out.
"I think ya two heroes might wanna reconsider yer options tonight..." He began, ignoring the struggles the woman beneath his boot made to push him off. "Seems I got a guest who'd appreciate yer assistance. An' I need yer company. So what's it gonna be? Need some convincing?" Taking the split-second of silence as affirmation, Taskmaster looked to the woman below him, and brought the blade a little closer. "Yer name?"
"D-Danielle...!" The woman offered, her pitiful utterance no-doubt reaching the ears of the young vigilantes.
"Certainly hope those two heard ya, Danielle... Otherwise, it's gonna be a short night for ya.""... To forget." Location: "Streets a some city..."
Mood: In pursuit; focused.
OOC: Come 'n' get it~
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