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ThisCloudedLife Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 12:27 am
 Kord TowerTo the layman, Kord Tower is just another of Gotham City’s many tourist traps, complete with an upscale Italian restaurant, observation deck, café, and giftshop.
However, hiding in plain sight on the tower’s secure third floor is Oracle’s hidden base of operations.
Underneath the tower, lies one of the tunnels in Paul Valley's tunnel network.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 8:07 pm
 It was never the idea for him to come here in the first place. Truth be told, he arrived really early, but caution was a blessing and a curse for him at times. Always planning. Always wanting to be accurate about his problems so that he could take them out before they became a problem. Here, he was working with what was there for him and his sources led him to quite the place to find indeed. Another place he could access that was not the Wayne Manor, perhaps another place for his counterpart to access whenever he was in another part of Gotham. It was no Owl's Nest or Batcave, but it would serve it's function out quite nicely."I wouldn't call this secure"He stated quietly to himself or at least it appeared that way while cracking through the large steel door in front of him. He did not use a drill however. That was just sloppy and a waste of his hard worked and earned intelligence."But this Oracle is clever. Requires two people to work the configurations with cracking. Shouldn't be a problem for someone like you though."His voice was seemingly articulate with a slight hint ot neutrality to it. It bore no ill intent or obvious good will, someone that was possibly autistic without having to drag the tone to it. It was intelligence really, someone that seemingly only cared for results even though his face painted the appearance of one very attractive bachelor. Yes, he was not in costume as he took care of the surveillance a long time ago. His golden brown eyes were intent on the results, carefully typing, but quick all the same as the device he carried within his hand was picking through the safe codes and breaches before an alert could go directly to the Batcave."How are things holding up on your end?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 5:33 pm
 ✸ ✸ ✸ Goodbye ● The place of Memories______ Target_________ Enemy __________ Close Friend ______ CasualtyFLYING TO A PLACE ⇡ UNTOUCHED BY MEMORIES
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
★ I'm Cursed By The Vengeful Spirits : Of Oldex
There were a lot of things that a telepathic killer could have been doing in his free time. Killing someone. Making money for killing someone. Killing someone and then killing someone else. Watching his soap operas because they were everything and more or just laying on his couch with his little bro. But, here he was helping his best friend break into a building. Having telepathically "convinced" everyone within the building to go home early. He didn't need any bystanders constantly questioning his motives so it was simply easier to send them all away. Now with the laptop on his lap, and his legs crossed underneath him in the chair, he got to work. Hacking into most buildings was easy. No, that was an understatement. It was beyond easy; it was child's play. But this building? This was a fun one.
Not only could they not break into the building, there was a part of the building that he couldn't breach telepathically. Something was in there that was preventing him from picking up any mental traces at all. If that was the case, then either someone was in that space or there was stuff in there that was supposed to be guarded from all eyes no matter what. That alone made his a trip worth taking. Although, he would have preferred it if money had been involved. "How are things on my end?" he questioned back as his fingers rapidly tapped down against the laptop keys. "Considering I got the harder part of this job and I'm not being paid for it? I'm doing pretty well. " He would never meet the person known as Oracle but if he could, he would gladly sit down with the person and just probe their mind.
"Oracle's program to stop hackers is quite fun to play with. I've gotta write code just as quickly as it deletes code. To make things more interesting, it also requires you to input code that would otherwise be found in the section that you're rooting through. If I was doing this by myself I'd never get through. Fortunately for me, I'm a telepath and I'm kind of hijacking your thoughts a little but you can't hate me for it since I'm only taking what I need for this code." The male's mind was not something that Julio enjoyed being in and if he could help it, he avoided it like the plague after his first encounter with the male's mind. Still, the program he was a work of art. If he had to guess then the program to delete code was matched to the speed of her own fingers and if that was the case then she was a truly frightening person during her time on the planet. "Annnnnd I'm finished." The laptop screen went blank before he closed his laptop with a grin. Standing from the chair, he strode over to the elevator before hitting the button and as the doors opened for him, he stepped inside before turning with a smile. "Shall we go and find out what's hiding out on the third floor? It's definitely something scandalous. n***s of Batman?" The ride up would begin when Tommy pressed the button and what little excitement Julio did possess was slowly starting to fade as he realized how much tech would undoubtedly be waiting for them. He could do a lot of damage with some good tech.
Julio Rivera | Codename: Omega
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 7:20 pm
His help was greatly appreciated. Getting a bunch of people to assume they worked their butts off and could leave early? That took the mind of a genius in their own right. Still he did not do these things for free. He was looking for pay, that of which his "Tommy" promised to give. THOMAS would be sure to give him just what he was desiring. He had no reason to kill the youth if he was desiring to do so. Their quarrels had ended...for now."You'll receive payment of course," he said that aloud if only to appease the young figure that perhaps all of this was paying off for him. In a way, maybe it was. If things played out just right, he would be able to tap into the Cave alone just from this angle. What was his goal particularly? He had to fix some things up presently and only one system was capable of detecting through lies if that itself was not compromised. He should know. He made his own on his own Earth, operated with the same people and the likes. It was a different story, but the game remained the same. That was why it was relatively easy for him to crack through the coding with just a few more clicks. Checkmate. The elevator chimed open with one destination in mind: The infamous third floor. He was a gentleman of course. Youth before Age.
He smirked partially, the thought of the male being inside his mind intrigued him as well as the fact he talked on and on about the technology and securing their way into the hidden base.. Last time he was, things were a bit awkward. However, he did have to wonder: Did he also fish through that mind of his to know what was going on during those moments that led to those decisions? He was a criminal after all, not someone like Batman.
"Everyone goes into a dark place every once in a while. You know how that goes" he stated a bit plainly. "Though of course, you should stay a bit longer in there. Might find something you like."
What? Just like this Julio could fish through his mind, he pulled up files on him. He was completely legal of age, but Thomas was not desperate to cling towards just anyone. It were to those reasons Superwoman was no longer involved in his life or at least he kept her to a distance. The door slid open and there they were before the masses that was Oracle's labs, the computer chiming to their ears: WELCOME, ORACLE.
Technology was abundant, from Batman's gadgets to spare suits. Even the computers were still functional and judging by the coffee mug with some of the brown substance inside of it with the obvious signs of mildew, it was a while since anyone touched the place.
"I can worry about the filth later," he stated, walking his way over to the computers immediately. "The sooner we can get into the computer, the sooner things will be for us...well...me...to move around, but...consider some of the tech yours for the time being until I crack into the estate itself. They reek of bats anyways. I'll have to start my own from scratch with the blueprints."Already, it seemed the computers were responding to crime activities. Thomas began typing away to access the camera feeds. There was a disturbance going on at the docks. He would let the "hero" handle it while taking out the cameras within the lab itself here. Surely, they were already handled, briefly from when they hacked into the place, but he liked to play his measures safe. He made sure nobody would be able to trace it back to this tower when he began to install the backdoor into the actual main computer itself. The Batcomputer in the Cave. He would often glance back to the chaos beginning to let loose. The mistake was clearly trying to play menacing with just armor and hope it would shield from bullets. The person they were dealing with was the essential of a Made Man, one of his Crime Syndicate's lackies that helped organize crime all the same. Of course he was not going to be easy to deal with and clearly knew to be on his guard all the same."Black Mask...Interesting..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 9:07 am
✸ ✸ ✸ Goodbye ● The place of Memories______ Target_________ Enemy __________ Close Friend ______ CasualtyFLYING TO A PLACE ⇡ UNTOUCHED BY MEMORIES
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
★ I'm Cursed By The Vengeful Spirits : Of Oldex
Was he flirting with him? Sure, he could have just read his mind to find out but that wouldn't have been fun. He didn't think Tommy was capable of displaying affection so he was honestly quite shocked. "Keep flirting like that and I might bat an eye when someone pays me to kill you." In any case, as the elevator doors slid open the welcoming party announced itself. "Seems a bit useless. Just "welcome" would've been okay." Stepping onto the floor, he moved to another section of the floor where an array of weapons lay waiting to be used on the table. The ones that caught his eye though were the batarangs. Naturally he couldn't help but pick it up and examine it. Such a lightweight weapon had become something of a trademark for Gotham's caped crusader but he had always wondered how they worked. More than that, he wanted to know how the Batman and his associates were able to tell the Batarangs apart when they all looked the same on the outside.
"Weapon test, number one." Flipping the batarang into the air, he caught it in between his fingers and in one move, threw it towards the far wall. Lifting another one into his hands, he observed it careful before pointing towards the wall once more. "The first one was normal, so this one must..." The batarang sailed through the air before taking it's place in the wall. Then it beeped three times quickly before a small explosion, with enough force to cause a human to stumble, was set off. "...explodes. That one explodes. Duly noted." Moving from the table now, he crossed the space of the floor in order to stop besides the male who had chosen to wear civilian clothing. Looking to the camera feeds brought up by Tommy, he could not help but arch an eye at what he saw. "Black Mask sure does know how to start a party. Paramilitary equipped with chainguns, M60's, rocket launchers, and if I'm not mistaken..." he paused in order to press a key against the keyboard. One camera image zoomed in on the docks surrounding areas in order to give him a better view of the figures he saw. "The ones stationed along the outer parts of the docks are carrying Anti-Material Rifles. If he's going for kills at long range though, I would have recommended the Barrett M82. There aren't many things alive that can stop that bullet once it's been fired. But I digress. You might as well turn on the news since those two will be dead within minutes. The only way he saw them being saved was if Black Mask decided that they did not deserve to die. Otherwise they would need a miracle and quite a bit of skill.
Turning from the screen led his eyes to fall upon another keyboard off to the side. This one's monitor was not hooked up to the crime scene like the others so where did it lead? Best way was to dig through it. After powering it on, he waited for it to warm up before throwing in a series of commands. "As fun as watching them die might be, we've got work to do. If it is possible to get into the BatCave from here, we need to work a little faster. There's no telling what type of silent alarm may have been triggered the minute we cracked Oracle's system." To that end Julio immediately picked up a duffel bag that had been hidden under the table. A few laptops were wrapped in what newspaper and plastic wrapping that he could find before he tossed a few batarangs into the bag as well. Stacks of papers and files in specially labelled folders were placed into the duffel bag as well. There was no telling what kind of files Oracle kept on those in Gotham and he intended to become best friends with said files. From his utility belt came a small USB and as he plugged it into the largest computer in front of him, he took a step back in order to watch as the files from Oracle's computer began to download to the USB. Keeping tech was all good, but he preferred to have everything he needed on a USB that he could move around freely. "Now then, can we go? I like to stay out of Gotham if i can avoid it. The need to un-alive people grows stronger the longer I stay in this hell hole. And Jorge is waiting for me back home."
Julio Rivera | Codename: Omega
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 8:17 pm
Oh, was that right? He would bat an eye if he kept flirting with him?"Oh really? But aren't you already batting an eye about our living arrangements? We seem to be well past that."He could not say he shared the same sentiments about the welcoming robotic voice. He liked to know who or what his enemies were. Oracle told a lot about himself or herself, especially with the name."Only probably because you already know much about this Oracle,"he tapped his fingers across the temple of his face, indicating to Julio that he could read minds. A thought for jest, if anything."I get a chance to see what this Oracle was like. Judging from the wheelchair, the soft indentures put into it, clearly the figure was feminine, but not a male as there's a faint scent of her perfume still within the air. That would explain why the spoiled coffee hasn't yet begun to reek as much."He was not phased in the slightest. He was talking to Julio while his eyes were glued to the three screens in front of him, his hands typing away without having to ever once look around or down. As Julio toyed around with the Batarangs, he was not phased even then, the male pulling up vast array of blueprints and other files on various figures, namely a "Lincoln March." When the explosion did occur, he did not turn to hear where such a small thing had come from, rather just giving a stern parental command of"Sit down."It was not like he would listen anyways. Thomas also was not the kind of man to care truthfully...well, maybe just a little, about the male's wellbeing. Either way, he was done playing with the loathsome bat toys, now preoccupied with observing the camera homing in on the activities taking place at the docks. The male was observing the display of equipment being used by the small makeshift army he amassed. Thomas was still working away, saving files underneath a new folder, clearing out any proof that they were recently accessed or the fact that the lab was even touched after the five years."I wouldn't be so analytical. I'm certain it's what he has to work with for the time being, though given the circumstances, only half of those things are really more than enough for whatever it is he's dealing with. I hear the screen doesn't compare to the illustrious grand view however."And a grand view was offered indeed. The wall behind them peeled away, revealing the view outside from the high third floor. Below them was the riverbank that connected them to the Docks itself and eve from the distance they were at, the lights were bright and chaos was beginning to ensue as lights were flashing from the arrival of various police officers. Thomas took that time to finish the job, storing everything to an external hard drive and a flash drive for good measure, noting Julio had one of his own. He did say anything there was for free use for the younger male. But again though, where were the cares or concerns? He left from the seat the moment Julio announced he wanted to get out of there."I have everything I will need and the backdoor has been installed enough for me to access it from another location. Let's not keep your brother waiting and make sure you're in bed before curfew."Of course another joke. The elevator chimed as he stepped back inside. In four minutes, everything would reset back to the way it should be before they arrived. That was more than enough time for them to slip back out discreetly. Thomas hopped on the waiting motorcycle, moving out immediately when Julio was ready.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:51 pm
✸ ✸ ✸ Goodbye ● The place of Memories______ Target_________ Enemy __________ Close Friend ______ CasualtyFLYING TO A PLACE ⇡ UNTOUCHED BY MEMORIES
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
The weak will forever find their place beneath the feet of the powerful.
★ I'm Cursed By The Vengeful Spirits : Of Oldex
As he waited for Tommy for finish up on his end, julio picked the duffel bag up and slung it over his shoulders before ejecting the USB from the computer. A quick snap was all it took to place the USB back into his utility belt with a quick snap. His eyes moved to the screens now as he watched the arrival of a flying male wearing red, white and black. So now heroes were stealing his color schemes? When would the lies end? The male emerged from the water holding some form of armor and as he stepped in front of the armor Black Mask's men opened fire. Surprisingly enough, the male had deflected the gunfire away and back at some of them men. His actions reminded him of a certain Amazonian princess. "Do male Amazons actually exist?" There was one thing to dress up like a hero you admired, but the boy seemed like a legit stand in for Wonder Woman. Did that mean he held the same powers as Wonder Woman?
When it became evident that they were leaving, Julio let out a mocking laugh at the notion of a curfew before following the male to the elevator. "Try to keep up old man." he retorted, climbing onto the motorcycle parked directly beside Tommy. Once he was sure that the duffel bag was securely strapped over his shoulder he revved the engine before pulling off onto the street. Metropolis would only be about a few minutes away thanks to him psychically compelling the others drivers on the road to make way for them.
OOC: Exit to Washington Plaza Penthouse
Julio Rivera | Codename: Omega
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