Damian had been sitting there for more than two minutes now with his arms crossed and his face scrunched up in dis-amusement and annoyance. Yet another person being placed on his team due to their family connections. As if that worked out so well the first time. He just hoped this one wasn't as incompetent as the other had been. This new recruit in particular being named Impulse. The name spelled disaster in Robin's eyes. As Damian recalled saying so when he put up a good argument against both West and Grayson. But to no avail they won. Or he should say, Grayson did. Seeing as he requested this as a favor. Now he was face to face with this Impulse, after well having to contain him, because the b*****d wouldn't sit still.
"What's the R stand for?" the speedster asked. "Restraint, from killing you." Robin bitterly retorted. "This tower isn't some--" "Who paid for all of this anyway?" "Don't interrupt me!" Damian yelled. "How come you're the Robin for this team? Who are you anyway? Where's Tim?" a brow rose under Damian's green domino. How did he know who Drake was? He fixated a glare on the impulsive speedster and leaned in closer. "Drake is of no concern to you or me. This is my team. You are on my Teen Titans. Everything around you has been paid for by me. As for who I am- it doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I'm Robin." Impulse studied Robin long and hard. Then asked. "Mind letting me go now then Rob?" Moving to the keyboard and away from the kid, Damian would tap away then release the speedster. "Don't. Go. Anywhere. I have to alert the team of your--" too late. He was off again.
Leaving the room to follow with haste, Damian would come to a halt in the main area. Gathered were the Titans from each of their respective rooms courtesy of Impulse. Dashing over to his side was Impulse grinning as Robin clenched his fist and began to grind his teeth. Ignoring Impulse and moving forward to stand in front of the TV while the team all sat in confusion of how they got out here so abruptly. "I apologize for the intrusion. But I'd like to announce to you all the newest member of the Teen Titan--"
A bolt of yellow zipped by as Impulse greeted each of the members. Starting with Starfire, then making his way to Raven, Jaime Reyes, and Logan. Robin takes his glove and palms his own face standing there allowing the others to speak.
Thaddeus sat a small distance behind the famed Slade Wilson; Deathstroke. An amateur assassin with a big ego. Cultivated himself quite the image, but come the 30th Century, this mans name had faded into history. He watched as the assassin knelt beside an air-vent, aiming down at Artemis. Craydl was still running operations back in Central City, keeping an eye on things whilst Thaddeus was gone. "--And now is just about the right time!" No sooner had he said that, he looked down to see a hand phased directly through his chest. It was a glove identical to his own. As he fell to the ground, dead, his killer stood above him. "Death has never looked good on a Thawne." His killer was none other than Thaddeus Thawne - himself. As his remnant sat in wait, the original Thaddeus had traveled to the precise moment before the gunshot was fired and killed Artemis. Holding up a device, he turned his corpse into a genetically perfect copy of Artemis. For all his age, Inertia had wisdom beyond his years. An unparalleled mind. He was a genius in it's purest form. Artemis' death was still required - not for the event itself but the consequences that followed. "This should do the trick." He watched patiently now as Slade readied his aim. Inertia held onto the back of the corpse, and began to zoom off the side of the building on Slade's mark of "It's nothing personal kid. It's just business" Thaddeus laughed to himself. What a pathetically cliche assassin. He ran through the streets, as the bullet moved like a snail in comparison. As it closed in on Artemis, Thaddeus quickly removed the real Artemis, and threw up the genetic deceased copy in her place. He was successful in retrieving her.
Each footstep he took pushed him a mile forward as he held Artemis, who still had not even had time to react to what was happening. He stopped abruptly atop a roof several miles away from the whole debacle. As she looked around confused, Thaddeus held up his hand. "Don't speak. Your own death has just been averted, you can thank me by not letting a sound escape your mouth--" He held out his hand and pressed on a device that displayed a date memo that Damien Darhk had given him. "--And that should just about do it." He said before he put his hand at the back of Artemis' head. "If you feel like throwing up, try not to do it in the time stream. We don't need your bile staining from here to the stone age." Within an instant, the iridescent sparks of pure energy shot off of Inertia as they both entered the time stream, and arriving a year later in December 2016. The sky was pitch black, and his lightning that trailed behind him illuminated the street. He sped towards the location that Darhk had organised for them to meet. Darhk wore that insufferable smug smile on his face as per usual, it sickened Thaddeus to even give this man a glance - but he needed him. He had the resources necessary for him to finally get his revenge on the insufferable roach known only as Bart Allen. Inertia threw Artemis down before Damien Darhk, giving her no time at all to even adjust to the traumatic experience of being told she was going to die and then pulled a year into the future. "Here she is. Now hurry up and keep your end of the bargain. Where is he? I was promised him." His voice had sped up as he had grown impatient, and his foot tapped along at a ridiculous speed. He crossed his arms and didn't even bother to throw Artemis a glance. He didn't know what Damien had planned with her, nor did he care. Unless it involved him - which it probably would.
Time to speedsters was like candy to children. Very easy to take as well as addicting along with the predictability of it becoming messy. Artemis never understood it, but through her cognitive process, any form of super power had a major emphasis on the second word, power, hence super 'power'. She wasn't like the rest. Human. Mortal. Above all though, skilled with the classic weaponry of a bow and a large array of arrows to choose from. This coupled with years of training from both shadowy parental figures...though she never really thought of her parents as parents, just people to fill in the slots. That's how the world sort of worked through her mind. People filling the slots and once their time was done in that particular slot, that's when you'd dispose of them entirely as they wouldn't be of use anymore. At least this was what her father fed her. From birth to present day--or should we say past-but-future day?
Who would have thought out of all the members in the team, that the one dressed in green would be the first to rot? Sure, weaponry matters, but somehow this sudden death seemed like a huge boost for character development. Just as she drew her bow and strung the string back with an explosive arrow, something took her away...or out. Being unfamiliar with speed's effects, Artemis felt like she'd blacked out a couple seconds. One minute she was with her team and the next she'd been on a rooftop, somewhat dazed and confused. Making out the figure in front of her, Artemis gave her wicked gaze to the gent. Surely she was unaware of the past death she dodged because of them, but now it seemed he was telling her what to do. That's something she never stood for--being told to shut up, then again, the guy seemed onto something and just when she was about to speak, they were off again.
Something something...throwing up...speed...a promise? Closing her eyes and opening them to a change of scenery, the guy in the green morph suit probably meant business, but as far as her wernicke area was concerned, she couldn't really make out what he or they had said. They obviously spoke to fast and she figured she was some sort of hostage or leverage for the other guy. Determined is all she got from the morph suit, apart from a whiff of danger. Also, being thrown as a human who just got out of the speed force, ouch. Taking a stance on both her feet, regaining a sense of balance, she maneuvered her bow and strung it with one of the several differential types of trick arrows, going with two electricity trick arrows. Darting her eyes in both the direction of the morph suit guy and in the direction he was calling out to, she took mental notes of her surroundings. Any escapes, any sorts of windows. The details essentially, as she had always been told from an early age to find a way out of a problem--the obvious way.
Her voice came out naturally with a side of attitude. "Who are you? Where are we? And why am I being traded?" Gray eyes slanted, ready to let the arrows go to there destined places. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.
Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 4:26 pm
Lorena sat at the the edge of the closest body of water to what was supposed to become her new home. Arthur, or Orin, or whatever is was that she was supposed to call him. She looked down at the still wet blue two piece she now wore. On the outside, she was fine. She trained daily, she socialized with Atlantians, she even joked with her new mentor. She seemed to be completely ok with being tossed into a tower full of "kids" and made part of their team. So then why did she sit at the water's edge? She knew she was late. They wanted to to be there some ten minutes ago. But the teen couldn't remove herself from the water's edge. She sighed, and let her hand dip into the cool water. So much had happened. From losing her entire world to discovering an ability to breath underwater. She didn't understand any of it. She never bothered to ask. Lorena thought back to that first moment. The man she knew only as Aquaman comforting her after she received the news. She didn't cry or scream, or demand that it not be true. She just froze. Unsure how to respond. She still felt frozen. "Something's wrong with me..." She sighed again before she finally stood up. She didn't have time for a quiet moment. There was always something to do. And she was used to it by now. But does the pain really ease over time? Lorena didn't know. In the back of her mind she worried what would happen when all those repressed emotions finally exploded out of her like a dam that had been cracked open. She found her way to the tower and looked up at it. She knew she'd get chewed out for being late. But now she didn't care. At least she thought she didn't.
When she entered the room where everyone else had gathered, Lorena blinked a few times. A young boy was speeding around the room greeting each present member. She looked to Robin. He looked annoyed as usual, and she assumed it had to do with this new guy. She smirked a little at him facepalming. "Hey." She said plainly. She thought it best not to apologize for being late. "Maybe he's too preoccupied with Newbie to notice I'm late? Not that I'd be sincere about an apology anyway.." She crossed her arms as she looked on at the speedster. He seemed young and full of himself. She wondered exactly how skilled he was and hoped that he wasn't the cocky type. "And you are?" She asked as she leaned on her dominant leg. Her hair was almost completely dry, and her suit had taken a lighter shade, showing that it was as well. She'd been out of the water for quite some time, and it showed. She suddenly felt the undying urge to brush her hair out. "Maybe I should carry a brush..." She could feel the knots gathering in her hair and it as starting to really annoy her.
Damien stood at the entrance of the Mansion's (not his of course. An abandoned one.) main hall, swirling a wine glass full of grape juice in one hand. He never found it difficult to maintain the illusion that he was a normal, run-of-the-mill guy. All he had to do was walk around looking the part, talk the talk, and smile. Which for the most part was easy. He was a good enough actor to make himself seem like the most genuine guy in the world, and to some degree- one would argue he was. He listened to Inertia quick to do business but for the moment ignored his questions. Instead as he went over inspecting his new little friend. It was much better to see her in person rather than on his phone in HD being killed. A good thing he saved that video the cloud. Ah, the cloud such a wonderful creation. "Ah. Right on time. Care for a drink?" Damien asked, aloud to both green wearing teens. "If I didn't know any better you two could pass for twins. Now where oh where have I seen that before? Speedster brother in green. Who's sister has...Oh wait silly me. Different pair." Darhk chuckled to himself. Seeing Inertia nor Artemis amused by his joke.
"Fine, fine. You kids and your lack of patience. You just want everything now, now, now. Very well. Hello Artemis. You're alive because of well me and the impatient speedster here. You see an assassin is hired to kill you. Which is technically my fault considering I hired him to begin with. But I should add... Your friends, the Teen Titans, don't even avenge you. If anything they have a small funeral and even a smaller time period of mourning you before replacing you with two new members. Which is why I have decided to resurrect you and give you a second chance at life. A chance to join me. Learn from me and take down the Teen Titans once and for all." Damien ended with a cute smile. "And perhaps I should mention you don't really have a choice so choose wisely...please?" He looked down at his watch noticing the time hoping the girl would choose the correct choice here so he didn't have to brainwash her. Only a matter of time before he needed to be at H.I.V.E. HQ. Everything about Damien's image was carefully planned, like a painting of a rich model. White button-down shirt, at least three hundred dollars, neatly ironed navy slacks, at six hundred, glistening black shoes that stated clearly he did not do much active with his life, five hundred dollars. His watch alone was more than one thousand dollars in worth. And lastly, a navy blue blazer to top it off, seven hundred dollars. As for the speedster he'd turn to his fireplace grabbing the tablet from it and handed it over for the other to see. It was a street battle of the Teen Titans new line up working together to stop some cartoon-like magician. But the blur that could be seen working with them was none other than Impulse. "There. He's working with the Teen Titans now. Which you won't be able to stop by yourself. So I suggest we work together. Because well who doesn't love a good villain team-up? Maybe this time I won't have to do everything myself."
Adjusting to life in this Tower was going to suck but Bart was up for the challenge. He still had yet to reveal his true motives for coming back into the past. But that was because there were literally no good times. Him and Wally were at odds majority of the time which is why he was now here. Something about it being good for him to be with teens his own age a social life blah blah blah. He didn't sit still long enough to hear the rest. All's he knew was that the place was in San Francisco which meant he would have zip back and forth a lot if he wanted to come home. At least that's what Flash told him as if he weren't a speedster. Now here he was in this Tower or better called- this prison where he was finally released by the midget warden to run around and explore.
He even dragged everyone out of their private spaces so the mini Robin could speak. Seriously, what was up with the miniature sized Robin? Where was Tim and Kon? Questions to be answered at a later time for sure. At this point he was running around greeting everyone but stopped at the chick in blue. Reminded him of Aqualad just going off her outfit. "I'm Impulse. The Fastest Teen Alive." he answered. "Who are you?" as he asked he would've ran around her several times in anticipation for her response.
Artemis continued to give the man resembling cottage cheese harsher glances, trading him for a few seconds before jumping her gray dull eyes onto the speedster. For her though? Death? Waiting on her footstep? She seemed curious at first, yes, a bit questionable of this sudden outcome. Oliver had told her a hand full of times that she was a quick shot, or rather, a sharp shot, but for a strange man with the likelihood of a prowess telling her this. Was it all a lie? Just to use her for her skills against a team that she hadn't even formed a bond with? Maybe he was right. Maybe they did replace her with not one, but two new members? Was that what it took to fill the void? Pathetic.
Sighing and drawing her arrow back still holding both bow and arrow in her hands, she took a step back from both of them. Gray eyes laid on the man whom was talking honesty, right? "You wanted to kill me. And you got it done, but now you give me another chance to breathe, why?" Her facial expression went from dull to a small smirk grazing her own face. He kept talking though and it started to light a flame inside her. One of anger, perhaps? Vengeance for her death was something she neevr thought of...but her father did teach her the art in multiple ways and how to forge it so it didn't seem so, obvious. The 'team' she had been a part of for a short time knew little to nothing of this. That was only because they were heroes. Heroes never got the last laugh. Artemis bit the corner of her bottom lip and responded to the man.
"So what. I join your little plan, your group if you will. What do I do then? I come back from what they thought was the loss of one of them and they think I'd still be okay to rejoin. This is where it gets funny, but answer me this, how could I deceive them in such a way given my agreed alliance to you, Mr...?" Raising an eyebrow, Artemis glazed her eyes over his scheming blue awaiting a response.
Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 12:10 am
Lori blinked a few times and twisted her back slightly to look behind her and around, realizing rather quickly that she couldn't keep up with him if she tried, and mentally kicking herself for trying something so stupid even if it was simply out of - Huh.. His name was Impulse. "Um... Aquagirl, not to be confused with Aqua Chick. Nice to meet you. A speedster huh? Your type has a reputation for trouble. Not that I'm one to talk. Call me Lori when we're not on business. It's not like I have much of a "normal life" outside of work to keep my name a secret." She shrugged. Lori shook her head after noticing that Impulse was still running. "Ok, I get that you can't stay still, but do you have to circle me? What are you, a vulture?" She waved her hand sarcastically. She smiled with a sideways glance. "Another new member... Somehow I get the the feeling things are about to get interesting..." She thought, while absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair with a finger. "Ow.." She winced as she hit a snag. "Damn these tangles..." She mentaly sighed.
Jaime sat on the couch with the other Teen Titans donned in a dark grey henley shirt and jeans, preferring casual wear to the Scarab suit whenever the Scarab wasn't needed. He had come down, at Robin's behest, after a fitful night of sleep. He was getting used to that by now, but it didn't make it feel any better, and it still took him more time than he'd have liked to feel fully awake. As it was, he had begun listening to Robin's introduction with dark circles under his eyes.
Once Impulse made his dash about the room, he woke right up, and his head made a cursory attempt at following the bright blur. "Whoa," he commented in muttering to himself. As Impulse and Aquagirl entered, Khaji had some remarks for Jaime about the ensuing scene, but Jaime rolled his eyes and let it go without reply. He leaned forward into a habitual slouch to speak in a friendly, casual tone.
"Hello, Impulse, it's nice to meet you." He turned to Aquagirl. "And, nice to see you, Lori." He smiled a brief, unobtrusive smile, before turning back to Impulse.
"I'm Jaime."
Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 11:01 am
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Raven had been in the middle of her meditation when her room door burst open and shes carried into the main room with the other members just to get a hand shake from the culprit, before he runs off to another person. Raven didn't want to believe that some one went into her room and touched her but the proof is right in front of her zipping around the room like a fly. He needs to calm down. His hyped up energy is giving her a headache, with her meditation interrupted she wasn't able to block of her mind from the emotions of her team-mates. Many of them were confused, others are happy, some are nervous, but her and one other are mad.
Her face first has a blank look of shock, from the surprise and suddenness of her unwanted trip, before it morphs into annoyance at the moving speedster and finally anger as it's chosen emotion -courtesy of Robins potent anger feeding her own. Having her mind so unshielded around so many people was not doing her control any favors and before she really snapped she needed to get this boy to stop moving so she had a chance to focus since his constant movement was making her twitchy and adrenaline spike.
Her powers start to build as she continued to watch him run in a circle around their other new member. Taking a deep breath Raven stepped forward and raised her right arm towards the boy, her hooded eyes glowed through the darkness with something even darker. "Azarath Metreone Zinthos." Her magic shot out in the form of a hand at Impulse and wrapped around him effectively stopping him in his tracks without hurting him before it jerked him up off the ground towards the ceiling and keeping him in place.
With her magic in contact with Impulse and her mind so open she can tell he doesn't really want to be here and has no real interest in the team but she couldn't care less at this point. He went into her room and not even Nightwing let alone Robin was allowed in her room no matter the reason, and there he went dragging her out in the middle of her meditation which she will never tolerate to happen again.
"Look. I don't care why your here. New member or not, no one and i mean no one, goes into my room or interrupts my meditation. Do it again and I Will send you into space."
Feeling her control slipping and for less than a second her glowing black eyes started to burn as her anger got the best of her making her relese her magic on Impulse and letting him fall to the ground as she held her cowl closer around her face to hide her eyes. She had no choice but to shut down her mind to everything even her magic, she didn't like how it exhausted her to do this or how her magic was gone but she had no choice but to do so. Deciding that she wanted to be as far away from him in the room as possible she went to stand next to Robin. She had to get her emotions under control so she addressed Robin keeping her eyes covered and out of anyone's sight by her closed cowl.
"Finish this meeting. I need to get back to my meditation."
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