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 Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:11 am
Tanya was busy with running just slightly behind Tim; he knew this strange city much more intimately than she did, even as her mind worked to memorize every little detail of the alley around her; and once it was in her brain, she'd never be able to forget any of it even if she wanted to. Then her ears picked up the sound of a brief scuffle, and she briefly latched onto Tim's cape and tugged to get him to stop. Tanya herself skidded to a stop, and looked over her shoulder. The teen duo had rounded another corner, so she couldn't see Taskmaster, but she did hear his words and the panicked struggling of what sounded like a Hispanic woman.
Multiple thoughts worked through her mind in the same moment she recognized the sounds; primarily a budding sense of anger at the fact that Taskmaster was willing to go to such lengths just to get to her, for a reason she didn't know and decided didn't really matter. The next thought was that there was an innocent woman in danger, and at the moment, it didn't matter at all to Tanya just how dangerous Taskmaster was, and how badly he could hurt her; he could probably kill her with relative ease, at least compared to her father. She was going to save the woman, no matter the cost to her own well-being.
Glancing to Tim once they had both stopped and heard Taskmaster and the woman, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear: "I'm going to see if I can't get Taskie off that woman... If not, I'll need your help. Please." she said, and it wasn't with a snarky or frightened tone that she said this; it was a simple request, an appeal to the decency of a boy that she didn't know for more than ten minutes, and had no way of knowing if he would actually help her try to save an innocent life tonight, or if he would leave her out in the cold to save his own neck. But even now she could tell that he would probably help her, as he hadn't opposed her at all yet.
Moving slowly, and with determined steps, Tanya rounded the corner with her hands up in a gesture of conciliation. "Okay, Taskmaster... It's me you want, right? Okay. You win. So please, just... let the woman go. There doesn't need to be any innocent bloodshed tonight. You can kick my butt all up and down this city if you feel you have to... but I can't let you just kill someone and get away with it. I won't."
The steely tone in her voice in that last word, and the determined look in her blue eyes, might remind Taskmaster of Captain America himself; she wasn't going to run from him now, and she darned sure wasn't going to let him scare her when he was endangering even one other person.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:48 am
 ○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: A couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: alert, thinking
OOC: (( .... ))
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Things were going pretty well at first: the teens had gradually been gaining distance from their pursuer, and Tim was growing confident that they could make a get away with no further conflict.......until he heard the door open into the allyway. Oh no. He gave a short inner groan as he slowed, around the same time Diamondback had a hold of his cape. Of course he was going to go back and help her free the unfortunate Gothamite. Robin thought through his options as he followed behind the young purple hero, keeping a short distance behind her to stay out of the spotlight... he was in the background of this moment. For now. He still had no idea what this guy was capable of, and how far he was willing to go. From the sound of it, 'Taskmaster' wanted to lob their heads off, and he looked like the kind of guy who was capable of such a feat. In no way was Tim going to test the man to see if he'd do the same to his defenseless hostage.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 1:00 am
"Sometimes it's good..." Taskmaster held remarkably still as he awaited Diamondback's response to his little call. Danielle's struggles proved fruitless, and actually made him want to force the blade that half-inch closer to her throat just to get her to stay still. A few moments before that was going to be his course of action, he heard Diamondback's response. It was music to his ears. He caught her movements out of his peripheral vision, and she moved right into his gaze as expected. This didn't, however, cause him to move from his hostage's struggling form in the slightest.
"I don't win 'til you die, Blondie." Taskmaster responded coldly, not letting his blade move an inch. He took special note of the fact that Green-Tights was nowhere to be seen. The feeling crept over him that this would be changing, so he made sure to steel his near-superhuman nerves. "So I'm gonna need ya t' stay real still..." His voice drew slowly from his lips, and at the same time his gun-holding hand moving at a steady pace to take aim at the blonde's head. "Maybe move a lil' closer..." Taskmaster didn't fire yet, keeping his sights trained right on Diamondback's forehead. If a move was going to be made, he figured, it would be from Green-Tights, and only when there was no other choice."... To forget." Location: "Streets a some city..."
Mood: Tense.
OOC: Ya know ya want it~
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 2:33 pm
Tanya didn't move at first, but gave a sigh, looking right at Taskmaster's pistol. She took one, then another cautious steps forward, slowly lowering her hands.
She knew from experience that her father was able to dodge bullets by "seeing" faster then them. And she had always figured she could do the same, but, of course, her father wouldn't have ever let her try to test this out for herself. Taking a deep breath, she kept her gaze on Taskie's gun, waiting for the bullet to come... And then she'd find out if she really could see faster than a bullet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 3:10 pm
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: A couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: alert, thinking
OOC: (( .... ))
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With his main concentration on the gun pointed directly at Diamondback and secondarily on the blade that threatened the innocent Gothamite's life, Robin kept his temporary position. He slowly pulled out a thin sharp birdarang, readying it if he had to enter in. From the looks of it, that moment was approaching very rapidly. If they could just get Taskmaster's hostage away from him and out of danger, it would give them some much needed lenience.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 1:26 am
((I don't mean to be rude, and I think it's awesome that you're playing Spawn [Because c'mon. Spawn.], but, uh... Soulless, Prax and I kind of had a thing we were playing out and had discussed in advance more or less, and having Spawn in it... Really kind of throws a monkey wrench into the scenario we're playing out, not that you had any idea about that-- and for that I apologize. Would you please mind moving to another thread, at least for now? We'd greatly appreciate it, and I'm sincerely sorry if it inconveniences you, since I know you're just looking for a place to start.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 2:07 am
Oncaro ((I don't mean to be rude, and I think it's awesome that you're playing Spawn [Because c'mon. Spawn.], but, uh... Soulless, Prax and I kind of had a thing we were playing out and had discussed in advance more or less, and having Spawn in it... Really kind of throws a monkey wrench into the scenario we're playing out, not that you had any idea about that-- and for that I apologize. Would you please mind moving to another thread, at least for now? We'd greatly appreciate it, and I'm sincerely sorry if it inconveniences you, since I know you're just looking for a place to start.)) ((OoC: No problem at all, I can improvise with whatever is thrown my way. Post was deleted and I'll find another spot for now.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:07 am
"Sometimes it's good..." Despite the actions he was taking to remove Diamondback from existence, Taskmaster seemed to be making one major mistake in his whole little hostage attempt: Ignore the fact that the blonde had been seen with back-up. The presence of Green-Tights, in a place he wasn't readily aware of, was a major risk. Why risk not taking out your target and having to engage an unknown enemy in combat? Taskmaster's answer was a simple one.
He wanted to fight. It was time to see exactly who Green-Tights thought he was; time to see if he had anything to offer Taskmaster's arsenal of martial arts prowess. "Close enough." Taskmaster announced, his voice hard, but fast just the same. And punctuated perfectly by the mercenary firing three bullets at what must've sounded like fully-automatic speed at the blonde's form. The first round was aimed directly for her, while the second and third were each fired just to the opposite sides, nearly guaranteeing him a graze on the slippery heroine.
He heard the whimpering of his hostage beneath him as he fired, and pressed the blade forward just slightly, silencing the pitiable noises in her throat as he steeled his nerves for what he was sure was going to be Green-Tights' arrival."... To forget." Location: "Streets a some city..."
Mood: "Let's do this, Greenie."
OOC: COME AT ME BRUUUUUU.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 5:43 pm
As the shots sounded, Tanya's mind seemed to go into overdrive, and she wasn't sure if time was slowing down or speeding up. Her mind registered three bullets, and unconsciously registered their trajectories as well. Instinctively, the teen heroine dropped to a crouch as the three bullets whizzed over her head. And while to her it seemed as though she had enough time to duck, in reality she had literally just dodged a trio of bullets, at a distance that no average human could manage, which themselves continued on their ways and lodged into a brick wall parallel to the alley she, Taskmaster, and the Gothamite hostage were in.
A split second of silence, and Tanya blinked behind her domino mask. She had actually dodge some bullets, just like her father could do! Amazed, and immensely proud of herself, Tanya stood from her crouch and took a warily defensive stance.
"... Well... That went better than I would've expected..." Tanya said loud enough for Taskmaster to hear.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 9:19 pm
○Robin: Tim Drake○
Location: A couple miles from the border between Gotham and New York
Status: Go time
OOC: (( ... ))
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With shots fired, and the movement of the sword, Robin decided it was time to react. Tim twisted the birdarang in his fingers and reared his arm back. He slung it from himself and the dark corner from where he took refuge. The sharp projectile curve in the air as it headed on a path for Taskmaster's shoulder. Robin took a quick step into the open toward Diamondback with his bo-staff at the ready... he'd fought guys bigger than this one, but with the way Diamondback reacted Tim knew it would be a serious mistake to underestimate their opponent.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:48 pm
At a supermarket parking lot in the middle of the day, a shirtless man with sunglasses jogs up toward an elderly man moving his cart toward his car. The shirtless man holds a bucket in his hands, careful not to splash himself jogging. Getting close to the elder man, the shirtless man shouted, "Harry!!!" The old man turns hearing his name, and is suddenly splashed in the face. Suddenly, the old man screams in agony and drops to the concrete. The shirtless man with dark hair takes off, making his way to the edge of the parking lot. The assailant hops in the passenger side of a white pickup truck, which swiftly peels out of the parking lot....
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:13 pm
Oliver Queen, The Green Arrow.
"Really Bats? First my home city was suddenly swallowed up, and now I have to take over your job?"
Said Oliver Queen to no one in particular. Of course he wasn't actually taking over Batman's job, but he was the only one around in this area watching over the city. After his home of Star City suddenly disappeared off the map, he moved to Gotham City, were he felt his talents were better suited. He could of moved to Metropolis, but the Big Blue already had that taken care off. Besides, another set of eyes could be used in a city as populated and crime infested as Gotham.
And he was just in time to witness something odd. A shirtless man had attacked an older gentleman and was now taking off in a white truck. He was about to shoot the tire of the truck with an arrow, but the moaning and screaming of the elderly man distracted him. Instead of shooting the assailants truck, he ran over to the elderly man, "Are you alright sir?" he asked the elderly man, keeping his eyes on the white truck to make sure he had a clue where it was heading off to.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:23 pm
Reddish blotches appear on the elderly man's face, as he continued to scream in agony and couldn't respond -- other than occasionally asking for help. Oliver could faintly hear something sounding like... sizzling. In addition, the Justice Leaguer could pick up a faint sulfuric odor.... Groganofthewasteland You should have a good idea what's happening to this guy now....
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:45 pm
Oliver Queen, The Green Arrow.
"Awwww crap," Oliver said once he heard the sizzling sound on the man's face and smelled sulfur, "Sulfuric acid. Just great. And me without any water to flush it out."
Silently cursing the fact he couldn't help the man, Oliver stood up and decided to follow the white truck. He managed to get someone to call an ambulance to help out the old man while he climbed up a fire ladder to get to higher ground. If he can locate the white truck, he can follow it and potentially find their hideout. And perhaps find a few answers on what the point was to douse an old man in sulfuric acid.
His eyes scanned all over the busy streets of Gotham, trying to find the white truck with the same license plates as the one that pulled away from the scene of the crime. He thankfully memorized the plates before the truck got too far ahead, as there were a lot of white cars and trucks on the road.
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