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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 9, 2010 15:49:55 GMT -5
Barbara Gordon's Apartment
Barbara shooed the cat away from her keyboard once more, glaring at the screen. Intergang's moved some absolutely huge money out of their Bhaiyan, Khazaq, and Khandaqi accounts and into Gotham. I was hoping that our move against them would have deterred them here, but it looks like no go on that. But this can't possibly be the whole story... something's missing.
Suddenly the speaker on the third console kicked on. "Oracle. Security breech - threat to Outsider-01."
Barbara blinked. "Intergang apparently has to wait. What's going on?"
Selena Kyle's Penthouse
As Selena prepared for bed, the telephone rang. On the phone was a member of building security. "Miss Kyle... the silent alarm has been tripped. Someone has entered the elevator shaft for one of the elevators that accesses your floor. We suggest that you lock the door, if it isn't already, and wait for help... we've got a team on the way up already."
Amanda Williams's Apartment
Amanda was in the middle of reading a book when her communicator activated and Oracle's voice came through. "Seelie, Reed, Torch, Booster... I've got a breech in Bast's building. I'm trying to tap into the security cameras now to find out who it is, but the guards are talking about someone ripping the door off the elevator. She may need backup... get there as quickly as you can. I'll have a route to the penthouse available when you arrive."
Amanda nodded. "Got it." She set her book aside and went to change. Selena's building? Who'd be going after Selena's building?
A moment later, she was on her way out, toward her destination.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 9, 2010 16:35:37 GMT -5
Owen Richards place
Owen Richards shot out of bed, much faster than he should of, ended up tangling his legs in the sheets, and falling face first to the ground.
Oh yeah, our first real call, and I pull an epic fail. Nice. I haven't even had a chance to talk to Tim yet. Good thing my fever has gone down, or Momma would still be here. Nonetheless, off I go.
He finally had managed to untangle himself, and he hurried out of his house not bothering to change. Soon, his transformation began and he took on his Scotsman Werewolf persona.
Selena's Penthouse
Selena was awakened by the security guard's call. "Yes, yes, of course my door is locked, though I doubt it would deter anyone capable of breaking into the elevator." She quickly hung up with the security guard, and flung the bedcovers off of her. Her feet traveled fast over the cold wooded floor as she made her way to the box Alfred had given her just hours ago.
Reaching inside she pulled out an Egyptian rod, two and 3/4 feet in length. Barbara probably everyone under watch, so chance are she already knows. I've just got to stall it long enough for them to get here. She took the rod and raced into her living area. Raheem was up, his eyes looking curious, uncertain of what's going on. Her three house cats were also looking at her curiously.
"Danger." She said, with that one simple word, her house cats sprinted to the window Selena uses when she's catting around, and they nudge it open. They than disappear outside.
Raheem on the other hand, seemed to instantly appear at her side, teeth barred as he locked his gaze on the door.
Woman and tiger lay in wait for whatever might come.
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Post by gg on Mar 9, 2010 17:16:54 GMT -5
"Wait, what?"
"Second Street, sir."
Booster was being dragged along - metaphorically speaking - by an anxious Skeets who had picked up the Oracle's alarm and rousted Booster from his jog in the park. It had to be said, it wasn't the most pleasant run, the air pollution seemed indicative of prevailing opinion that Gotham was this side of a cesspool.
"First thing's first - where are we going?"
"I told you, sir, Second Street."
"What's at Second Street?"
"It's a who, not a what."
"Who is?"
"Exactly."
"Exactly what?"
"Who, not what."
"Who what what? To who are you referring?"
"To whom."
"To who, to whom, to youm!"
"First, youm needs to get to Second."
"What are you talking about?"
"For the third time, Michael, Oracle belayed an SOS."
"So we are going...."
"....To the scene of the crime, yes."
"Which is...."
"Second."
"What was first?"
"There was no first."
"How could there be a second without a first?"
"...I don't know...?"
"If you don't know, then who?"
"Ms. Kyle!"
"Why?"
"Her residence is under attack!"
"Where?"
"Second Street!"
"Why didn't you say that first?"
"I did!"
"Why didn't you say that before all this rigamarole, really Skeets, its unlike you to be so disorganized."
A large semi blared it's horn as the little golden bot almost smashed into it's window like a suicidal mosquito, causing the team to detour down the alley, Booster giving a friendly wave to a homeless man staring at them wide-eyed.
"What was that, sir?"
Booster yelled, "I said, before, before!"
"B4! Bingo!" the man shouted with glee, pulling a tattered paper from his pocket and returning the wave.
"I already told you three times that I did!" Skeets retorted.
"That was only the first time."
"The second!"
"Second Street?"
"What?!" Skeets whirled about, exasperated.
Booster had glided down to the corner of a particularly foreboding granite and glass tower. He pointed up at the awning with the Second Street address emblazoned across it.
"Are we there yet?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 9, 2010 19:26:56 GMT -5
Selena Kyle's Apartment
About six minutes after the call from the guards, the main door leading into her suite rattled hard, once, then shattered, the form of one of the building's blue-clad security guards flying through it. The unconscious guard was followed in by the massive, grey-skinned form of Killer Croc, his eyes giving off nightshine as he gazed into the darkness, immediately spotting the tiger. Croc smirked. "I'd heard the woman had a big cat, and it looks like I get some fun. Here, kitty kitty..."
Selena gasped silently when she saw Killer Croc enter her home. Wait. . what? I don't. . Selena certainly doesn't have a beef with him. He was probably hired. Taking out socialites doesn't sound like something he'ld think up himself.
Before Selena could react, Raheem was bounding forward, at a speed that even Killer Croc would not of expected. Instead of charging right at the Croc, Raheem leaped over the massive reptile, took the unconcious guard by the back of his shirt and flung him out of future harm's way. I don't understand. I don't know what this is. But I can't let it hurt her. She's the one who knew how lonely I was. She's the one who loves me. I will not let this mutated creature harm my Selena!
The giant bengal tiger pounced, all is movements leading up to pouncing had let he aquire momentum to fuel his attack. Raheem landed on the creature's back, digging his sharp teeth into Croc's scaled neck, his claws raking the creature's back and shoulders.
Croc growled, whirling, one massive hand coming out to fling the wildcat from his back. A smirk flowed across his face as he lowered his head, charging full-tilt at the tiger. "I wrestled alligators, but I never wrestled a tiger!" He brought up an arm to shield his head as he made ready to slam into the animal.
While the Croc was in midrun, Selena swung her new rod, Nth side towards the reptile, hitting him solidly in the back and cutting off his charge.
Its always like this. The big baddies always under estimate the girl. Selena thought as she leaped away, getting out of the Croc's reach before he could counter attack. While he is caught off guard, Raheem pounced again, this time biting with all his jaw strenght and jerking his head away, hopefully bringing a few scales and bits of flesh with it.
You've not wrestled tigers. Even if you had, it wouldn't of helped you, I am no ordinary tiger. And my Selena is no ordinary girl. And all you are is an ordinary villain.
At the corner of second street.
Booster Gold and Skeets, in the midst of their arguing, notice a trio of cats determinedly crossing their path. A white persian, a elegant black cat, and a brown tabby. They meowed as they passed, as if apologising for cutting them off, and than hurried across the street.
Selena's Penthouse
Croc stumbled, dropped to one knee, bringing up an arm to deflect the tiger's jaw. He then pulled himself up, slowly, to full height, the top of his head brushing the ceiling of the apartment. "I'm done playing games." His hands shot out, with reptillian swiftness, one toward Selena, one toward Raheem, both grabbing for throats.
Selena dodged, being smaller and faster than Croc. Doesn't he know that cats always beat lizards? Isis brings me lizards she caught all the time. . . "Raheem. . . NO!" She shouted as the man's claws clenched around her tiger's throat.
Instantly, Selena and the tiger reacted. Holding onto Croc's outstretched arm with his two front paws, claws digging into flesh, Raheem brought up his two hind legs and gave Croc a mighty kick in the gut, causing him to stumble backwards. The tiger's movements were in sync with his master's, as Selena pointed the rod at Croc's back. "Rah-eem!" She said forcefully, with a strong accent, and thus activating the pulse ray Lucius had so nicely hidden in her rod. A green ball of energy formed, and than flew out, striking Killer Croc in the back right as he stumbled backwards.
Croc grunted - merely grunted! - as the pulse struck him, stumbling backward, adjusting his grip to keep ahold of the tiger as he hit one of the large windows. The window held, but as Croc pulled himself to his feet, another kick from the tiger send him back again, and this time the window shattered, criminal and feline both falling through into the night sky.
Selena rushed to the window, her hand reaching out as if to try to catch Raheem from falling. "Noooooo!" She shouted into the night sky as she saw Killer Croc, and Raheem who was still fighting with everything he had, plummet towards the pavement below.
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Post by amstard on Mar 10, 2010 0:53:41 GMT -5
Azure Torch, the ever-burning bountiful beacon of Hope, was there.
<<Damn,>> he thought. <<Can't even apply for classes without a tiger falling out of a window.>>
"Gotcha, big fella!" said Torch, gently carrying Raheem back to the window he had fallen out of, as Croc plummeted towards the Earth.
"I hope that knocks you out, cause if we have to deal with you, you aren't gonna like it!" Torch called as he placed the struggling Raheem down in Selena's apartment.
"Good evening, Bast. Fancy seeing you here."
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Post by gg on Mar 10, 2010 5:06:40 GMT -5
"You saw that, she gave me attitude!" Booster pointed down to the regal white cat that was daintily lifting her forepaws in a purposeful manner over his boots. "Oh, I see you, Ice Princess," the china blue eyes seemed to hold his in mirthful contemplation for a moment, "I'm sure you're as pure as the driven snow!"
"I doubt she finds you worthy of 'attitude', sir."
That was when the jet black streak took over, causing him to jump back in alarm. "Crossed my path, Skeets, crossed my path! Black as night! Raven black! Quoth the raven, nevermore!"
"Usually I do not give credence to superstition, sir..."
A rambunctious tabby purred inquisitively, echoing Booster's thoughts. "Usually... ?"
"I'd say this might be unlucky," Skeets elucidated, drawing their attention skyward.
Sprinkles of shattered glass irked the felines as they scampered back, Booster crushing the shards as he ran. "Either Selena finally broke through the glass ceiling or someone broke the Glass Menagerie - a leopard and an alligator??"
"My scans show the lifeforms belong to a tiger, Bengal actually, they - "
"What's the difference, it's no pussywillow!"
That was when the Azure Torch came streaking over the skyline, his mid-air rescue reflecting off Booster's goggles. "He just.... grabbed him?"
"Michael!" Skeets whistled to bring his attention back to the matter at hand.
"I know, I know, I see him!" Booster shot up to meet the rapidly descending dragon.
"Go get 'im, Tiger!" Skeets cheered over the comm.
"This whole thing is a croc!" Booster shouted back.
Skeets regarded the audience of feline admirers who were safely ducked under a parked car peeking out. "He's not lion."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 10, 2010 11:45:33 GMT -5
Second Street
Reed had arrived just as Torch made the save and Booster flew up to meet Croc in midair.
"Looks like I am a little late. No matter. Hey Skeets." Reed said, waving at the little robot as he passed. He removed the gun from his shoulder, he had become fond of it, and carefully took aim. "All right Skeets. I know you work for our golden boy, but I'm not wrong in assuming that this huge scaled thing falling from that penthouse is the baddie in this situation? Yes? Good."
Without really waiting for an answer, Reed fired off a pulse of green energy, missing Booster by a wide margin and scoring on Croc's shoulder, causing the villain to spin a bit in midair.
Selena's Penthouse
She immediately went to Raheem's side. The tiger seemed to be having trouble breathing, and couldn't get himself onto his feet. Selena held the tiger's head in her arms, and looked at Torch.
"Thank you Tim. I mean, Torch. This isn't the way I expected to have everyone invited to my home. Was thinking of a dinner party, not attempted murder." She comforted Raheem, petting the tiger's head. "Don't worry hun. Momma's gonna take care of you. You did good, real good."
She laid the tiger's head softly on the ground, and hurried into the next room, coming out in her new Bast costume with the new weaponry from the box she had recieved from Alfred.
"Torch, give me a lift. I'm going to give that overgrown piece of garbage a helluva lot of payback!" She growled, obviously angry.
Streets of Gotham
Though the cats had paused, waiting under the car to see if Raheem would be injured, they now sped off, knowing their ally was safe. Shortly they had arrived at Wayne Manor, easily sneaking onto the grounds. After making their way onto the front stoop, all three of them began to meow in unison.
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Post by gg on Mar 10, 2010 14:19:34 GMT -5
<<Was thinking of a dinner party, not attempted murder.>>
*crosses fingers* i love a good murder mystery dinner party ;D
"Good day, sir - " Skeets managed to get his tinny voice to rise a bit but it was still drowned out in the din, "Wait, sir, Mr. Richards, I don't think -"
As Booster was arcing up to grab the Croc, he was suddenly upended into a vortex emanating from another green pulse. He watched as the villain spun madly away towards the earth and only briefly wondered if he had remembered to tivo "General Hospital" before altering his own trajectory and zooming back down. He could see the scaly face staring back up at him as he managed a purchase on the business end of the tail a few seconds before impact; as it were, the Croc did not receive a gentle landing.
Booster saw Reed upon descent. His white eyes shone brightly, almost as though they too were the mirrored discs of tapetum lucidum so highly prized in this part of town. The Croc yelped, deposited between the two men.
"Now that's what I call backup, thanks Reed! I was worried I would need a rabies shot," he shook his head at Skeets, "and where were you?"
"But sir!"
Michael grinned, "Hey Red, heads or tails? You want a snazzy new belt or maybe some fine crocodile leather boots?"
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Post by Myridd on Mar 10, 2010 14:43:23 GMT -5
Reed grinned. "Well, my Momma's been hinted that she wants a nice crocodile purse to keep all her girly things in. Maybe I'll make her one for mother's day."
He walked over to Croc, and tapped the reptile directly in the forehead, right between the eyes. "Yo, Crocodile Dun Dee? You should know its not proper to break into ladies houses so late at night. Your momma must be so ashamed."
He shot a wink at Booster, than subvocalized a message to the golden boy. I'll draw his attention. His rage. Let him try to hurt me. If this is who I think it is, than by reputation he's not that smart. Methinks there might be someone else involved. Keep an eye out. Oh, and good moves by the way.
After ending his message to Booster Gold, he glanced at the window Croc had come flying out of, before turning his attention back on the mutated alligator. "Get up ya useless piece of reptilian flesh. Didn't your momma teach you its not polite to stay sitting when a lady enters the scene?" As Reed speaks, Bast can be seen flying out of her penthouse with Torch, as well as Seelie finally arriving. The Scotsman Werewolf than gave the Croc a strong kick to the face, knowing he probably wouldn't do much damage, but was hoping to rile him up.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 10, 2010 15:24:57 GMT -5
Gotham Streets
Seelie arrived not long after Reed, pausing when she saw him standing over Croc. The reptillian strongman suddenly lashed out, lifting a hand to fling Reed at Booster. "Y'know what? I suddenly don't much like these odds." He brought a hand to his ear, tapping something. "Croc here... spandex squad's out in force. Somebody back me up or I'm goin' to ground."
He then pulled himself to his feet. "But I'll stick around a few minutes and see if I can't put some bruises on you bunch. Now, who wants some!"
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Post by amstard on Mar 11, 2010 0:36:46 GMT -5
Torch swooped low, dropping Bast off. As he did so, he was close enough to hear Croc's call for help through his...communicator? Torch didn't know. Fortunately, it didn't really matter.
Torch remembered something that Ganthet, one of the creators of the Blue Lantern Rings, had said during his training: "The Ring has many different powers, but one of its most important is sensory. If you can imagine it, and it exists, the Ring can detect it."
<<Ring, tap into whatever communication network he's on. Find the frequency and transmit that to Oracle. Keep me tuned in to what's being said.>>
Affirmative. Tracing signal.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 11, 2010 10:48:19 GMT -5
The Streets
Reed dug himself out of the building Croc had thrown him into. He dusted himself off, cracked his knuckles, and called out to Croc. "Hey! Walking leather handbag! I don't believe you're through with me yet!" He than charged the reptile, slamming Croc's face with the butt of his Nth gun.
"Hmm.. Seems to me that he has difficulty finishing what he starts, after all, he's still not finished with me." Bast purred, pointing her rod at Croc. "Ra-heem!" She called with authority, and the weapon shot off again, scoring a hit square on his back.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 11, 2010 16:48:30 GMT -5
Streets of Gotham
Processing. The ring glowed lightly as it sought out the frequency of the communicators. Frequency located. Accessing Outsiders communicator network, granting access to unknown network to Oracle.
Croc leaped aside from Bast's shot, taking the hit from Reed's gun square in the jaw and stumbling backward, bleeding from a cut. Oracle's voice came in over the communicators. "Thanks, Torch. I've got their network; linking in the audio... now."
Croc whirled to charge Reed again as a strange voice came in over the communicators. "Don't worry, Croc... keep them fighting another half-minute or so. Our people are almost in position, and your enemies are about to find themselves taking a bit more heat than they expect."
As Croc charged toward Reed, Seelie thrust her hand out. "Fires of wrath, heed my call!" A bolt of flame burst from her hand, flying toward Croc and hitting the ground at his feet, the explosion sending him flying. Oracle called out, "That voice was Bane! If they've got backup... Outsiders, scatter!"
Wayne Manor
Alfred opened the door, gazing down at the cats outside it. "Really... just because I have one of you here does not mean I am opening a boarding... hm, what is this?" He lifted the one in the middle, turning her tag to face him and reading it. "Mistress Kyle." He gestured for the cats to follow him into the house, making his way to the phone and activating a hidden button. "Master Damien, I know that you are unbusy. If you could make your way to Mistress Kyle's residence and check on her safety, I would be most appreciative. Yes, my appreciation does mean that I will reduce the occurance of Brussels sprouts in dinner for the month."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 11, 2010 17:15:41 GMT -5
The Streets
Right after Oracle gave them the command to scatter, Reed subvocalized a command of his own to the whole team. "You guys, get outta here, do as the pretty lady says. I'm gonna stand my ground right here and give those bastards a target to aim at. No worries though, I'll come through all right." He grinned slightly, than widened his stance a little, and looked around as if pretneding to try to locate Croc.
Bast did not need to be told twice, even though she had been. Moments after receiving the messages, she was scaling the building next to hers to hide on the rooftops. Also to get a better vantage point to see what was going on.
Wayne Manor Isis purred in Alfred's hands as he led the cats to where Butler was staying. After gently being put down, Isis joined Indiana and Duchess as they curled around the little bow tied kitten and settled in for a cat nap.
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Post by amstard on Mar 11, 2010 20:03:01 GMT -5
Torch nodded, leaping up and flying through the nearby alleyways in a zigzag pattern. About 10 seconds later, he landed in an entryway and vanished his costume. 15 seconds after that, Timothy Ferguson was running out of another entrance to that building to see what was going on.
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