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Post by Myridd on Feb 22, 2010 23:03:02 GMT -5
After leaving the bar, Selena Kyle took a quick look around, made sure no one was watching, and than scaled the nearest building.
I am going to be late. I hope Alfred is forgiving. She smirked slightly as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop heading to her own penthouse apartment. Upon arriving, the slipped quietly into the window she always leaves open and was greeted by her bengal tiger Raheem. He was sitting on his haunches, looking at the window, his mouth wide open and a look of confusion in his eyes. It took Selena only a moment to realize why Raheem was so confused.
The kitten that she had rescued only a few days ago had found his way onto Raheem's tongue and was sitting in the tiger's open mouth as if he owned the place.
"Oh, Butler, you silly kitten!" Selena Kyle squealed, hopping off the window sill and gently lifting Butler off of Raheem's tongue. The tiger closed his mouth, licking his chops as if they had dried out during the kitten's stay. She knelt down and scratched Raheem right behind the ears, just like he likes. "That's a good boy, now you watch the others, Momma will be back by morning." She says sweetly, depositing Butler into a special cat carrier backpack. After slipping the backpack on, she slid out the window again and made her way to Wayne Manor.
Upon arriving, she expertly slipped over the outer compound wall, sliding silently through the shadows where she was greeted by the team of guard dogs who walked up to her wagging their tails.
"Hey fellas." She said, petting each one on the head and giving them each a small piece of bacon. They followed her as she made her way to the garden fence. She patted them again and leaped ontop of the fence. Pivoting slightly, Bruce's balcony came into view. A quick flick of the wrist and she had latched the balcony with her whip and was pulling herself up. And my friends ask me why they never see me in a gym. Who needs a gym, honestly?
A minute later she was on the balcony, loosening the lock on Bruce's window and than silently slipping in. She than made her way to the intimate table set up near the big picture windows. She set her backpack down, Butler mewing curiously inside, and than poured herself a glass of warm tea.
Always prepared, aren't you Alfred? Selena thought smiling as she sipped the raspberry tea and nibbled on a lemon scone.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 23, 2010 4:05:49 GMT -5
Wayne Manor
As Selena dined on tea and scones, the door slid open, and Alfred Pennyworth, loyal butler to the Wayne family for three generations, slipped into the room, moving with the unobtrusive dignity of one who has served the wealthy for decades. "Mistress Kyle, it is very good to see you again... I hope that you will not mind me straightening things a bit in here while you dine."
With those words, Alfred began his work, taking care of the dust that neglect creates in a room. "Even before the... incident... this room often went days without being occupied. Master Bruce was never one to spend each night abed." It is small talk, at its surface, but also grieving, sharing with someone else who cared for the Manor's late master. "I had to dust regularly, but the bed rarely needed making."
Gotham City Street
The crowds on the streets were beginning to thin out - being out past midnight in Gotham was unsafe regardless of the neighborhood, and the people knew this and did not often take the risk. Timothy Ferguson was on his way home as well, when he passed a street dancer, performing to a break beat.
Just as Timothy reached the point on his path nearest the dancer's boom box, an ear-splitting squeal ripped free of it, forcing the dancer to fall to the ground and cover his ears. At that moment, the digital matinee across the street went blank, followed by the appearance of a large, green O.
Then the radio blared out, in a feminine voice bearing a notable London accent, "ORACLE. 1209 KANE. 1800 TUESDAY. BE THERE!"
Just a moment later, as if it had all been a dream, the beats resumed, the matinee switched back to its listing of shows, and the dancer shook his head, got up, and found his rhythm again, obviously trying to dismiss the whole event.
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Post by amstard on Feb 23, 2010 8:48:16 GMT -5
Timothy shakes his head to clear the feedback out of his ears. Then he smiles, tosses a fiver into the street-dancer's hat, and says, "Hey...you might think of getting yourself a new system. Seems like you pissed this one off...what'd you do, have an affair with a Toshiba?"
Walking away as the street dancer laughed, Timothy says, to no one apparent, "Ring, do we know anything about this 'Oracle'?"
(He'll then, obviously, be at the location at the time stated.)
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Post by Myridd on Feb 23, 2010 11:11:28 GMT -5
Selena Kyle looked at Alfred, a soft smile on her face. "I am sure that now that the mansion is more occupied, you have much more to do. . " She didn't know what else to say to comfort the man, and it hurt her to admit it.
"Oh, Alfred. I have something for you." She sets down her tea cup, and reaches down to retrieve the backpack. A moment later the fluffy gray kitten with a touch of white that resembled a bowtie underneath his chin was in her hands. She stood quickly and walked over to where Alfred was dusting. Before the man could protest, she deposited the kitten in his hands.
Butler looked up at Alfred with his big gold eyes and gave a soft mew.
"This is Butler. I rescued him a few days ago, but my place is already quite full of cats and I just don't have the time to take care of them all like I would wish too. So, Butler is yours."Selena Kyle finished, and Butler gave another mew and looked as though he smiled.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 23, 2010 17:21:42 GMT -5
Streets of Gotham
The ring replied. ORACLE. Rumors only. Oracle is an information broker apparently affiliated with the Justice League, the Batman family, and the old Birds of Prey. Known to hold immense skills in hacking, electronic espionage and counterespionage, and to have a worldwide network of contacts. Oracle's true identity, and even gender, are unknown at this time, but he has always been on the side of justice and law enforcement.
Wayne Manor
Alfred bent down, lifting the cat, which looked right into his eyes and mewed once more. Alfred softly stroked the kitten's head. "It appears that you have burdened me with another mouth to feed, and another household resident after which to clean up. Very well then... it is not as if I were overburdened before." He then winked to Selena. "I shall return before you go to collect your tray. It has been very nice to see you."
With that, carrying the kitten, he stepped from the room.
OOC: Next post - plot advancement!
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 23, 2010 21:43:37 GMT -5
Tuesday 6:00 PM 1209 Kane Street
The crescent moon and scattered stars of the hour just after sundown in Gotham's winter months shine on an abandoned warehouse, one much like any other in the Gotham City wharf district. Kane Street saw little traffic even during the best of times, and today most of its warehouses stood abandoned.
At least, on the surface, until the three trucks approached the building. As they parked, two shapes, each armed with a strange gun made of an odd, nonreflective metal, pulled the warehouse's door open. The driver of the first truck got out, pulling off his ski cap and speaking to one of the men. "Not askin' what's in the boxes, just where they're bound."
The man from the building gestured, and two others came out, carrying a large box as the man spoke. "Get these to Mr. Timms in the Flats. Second truck to Mr. Dini at the Docks. Third to Mr. Conroy. You know where to find him."
The first box was loaded into the first truck, and the haulers returned to the building to retrieve the next.
OOC: You guys can post your entrances.
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Post by Myridd on Feb 23, 2010 22:06:39 GMT -5
Tuesday. 6:05pm 1209 Kane Street
This must be Intergang. Selena Kyle thought to herself as she hid in the shadows, watching the thugs load the truck. She had already discerned the positions of the men outside the warehouse, and the pattern on which they looked about. If her observations were right, and when weren't they?, she should be able to slip into the cab of the truck being loaded unseen.
Waiting until the haulers had loaded in the third box and had headed back for the fourth, Catwoman silently slid towards the cab of the first truck. A moment later, her hand was on the handle and she was letting herself inside. She settled herself down in the passenger side seat, her dark costume helping her blend in with the darkness.
Now, I wait.
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Post by amstard on Feb 23, 2010 22:14:04 GMT -5
Blazing like a blue comet, the Azure Torch came out of the sky, speeding towards the meeting site.
<<Hmmm.>> he thought. <<Ring, scan for sentients. I don't want to be going in blind.>>
As the ring gave him its report, Torch landed in front of the warehouse, his burning blue aura fading to the soft glow which was evidence of his personal force field. <<Time to see what this is all about...too bad this isn't a TV show. We'd have some plot exposition right about now.>>
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Post by Myridd on Feb 23, 2010 22:38:13 GMT -5
Still in his normal guise, Owen Richards was walking down Kane Street clad in his surgical scrubs. It had been a rather hard shift for him, and he had barely made it out in time to make the meeting. I shoulda never agreed to cover for Conners. Stupid bachelor party. What is the purpose of a Bachelor Party anyway? Aren't humans supposed to be a breed for life kind of species? He sighed, running a hand through his short, wavy blonde hair. Suddenly his eyes catch the blazing blue light flying in the sky heading towards the appointed place.
"What the?" He says to himself as he picks up the pace, now running to the meeting site. Upon arriving, it didn't take him long to realise that the people in ski masks were up to non-legal activities.
Weapon Smuggling? That's one funky gun that guy is holding. I can't allow these guys to be the cause of innocents being wheeled into my ER. He thought to himself, barring his teeth in anger.
He placed his backpack down on the sidewalk, and removed his hospital name tag, securing it inside the backpack. He than removed his scrub top, leaving himself bare chested and exposing the cross shaped mark that is prominent on the center of his chest. While he disrobes, his hair rapidly grows longer until reaching his midback, darkening to a coppery red as it does. The color fades from his irises and pupils, and his canines elongate slightly. His transformation complete, he marches towards the man giving orders and the guy holding the strange weapon. He taps the man with the gun solidly on the soldier, and the moment the thug turns around, Owen Richards greets him with a very precise strike to his carotid artery, right under his chin.
He than turns to the guy who was still standing, the guy barking the orders. "Oh, hey, sorry about that. Was he a friend of yours?" Reed, which he calls himself after his transformation, grinned jovially.
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Post by amstard on Feb 23, 2010 23:11:49 GMT -5
Scan complete, replied the Ring. Twenty total sentients in the targeted area; nineteen match standard human profiles. Twelve humans are below ground level. Threat level assessment: minimal
Torch nodded to himself, and prepared to engage the thugs (as, obviously, that's what they were) when another alert came through the Ring.
Notification: One human has lost consciousness in the immediate vicinity of the non-human. Likely cause: aggression by the non-human.
Torch smiled. <<Awesome!>> he thought, <<I've got backup! Too bad it's not a greenie, but, you know, gift horse, mouth, thing.>> He focused and flared up his aura again, becoming a blue beacon in the night. He called out, "Hey, bad guys! Come get your ice cream!! 101 flavors, right here!"
<<I love this job.>>
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Post by gg on Feb 24, 2010 6:31:09 GMT -5
OT: <<resembled a bowtie>> **now i get why he was called butler <<Mr. Timms / Mr. Dini / Mr. Conroy>> **hahahahahahahahahahaha j.l.a.? oh no, j.l.youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ;D "Really, an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Nowhere and Slow Death, this is where you have brought me?" "Hardly abandoned, sir, my readings show multiple lifeforms of the species colloquially referred to as homo sapiens - and quite active at the moment." They hovered in the brisk Gotham air - which despite the season always held a tinge of frost in it to Booster. "Fine, it was a dark and stormy night?" "Appropriately cliche, Michael." "This doesn't look like a meeting, more of a trap." "Could be, sir." "What am I supposed to do with these doughnuts?" Booster held up the pink box encased in twine. "How would you like to be flying about with a belly full of cappuccinos?" Booster sighed, "What are they made of?" "Possibly experimental weaponry, sir, would you like me to set up an appointment with their affairs secretary for a show-n-tell?" "No more caffeine for you." "There appears to be some meta -" "I picked it up, hard to miss a giant Scotsman werewolf, even in this town," he pointed towards the titian titan whose overgrown fangs were glinting off the moonlight, "You know, that's interesting. Maybe it is time for kilts to make a big statement in mens' fashion?" "Get in on the ground floor, sir?" "At least the eleventh?" They both chortled: "Ladies' lingerie!" Their reverie was shortlived as the air began to crackle with a sizzle and a pop, sorry Snap, cocoa krispies aren't for kids. Their vision went cyan as the blur swooped past them. Booster held up his hands, swinging the pastry box. "I thought you said it wasn't for Green Lantern!" "It's not the Lantern, sir." "I can see that... that.... blue light special down there is clearly of that... that...." "Ilk, sir?" Skeets provided. His jaw tightened in resolve and Booster fired his rockets, zipping downward and straight into the belly of one especially dimwitted galoot who held firm to the box in his arms even as they were uniformly slung back, gravity tag-teaming in only as Booster halted his assault, leaving them to careen off the pier with a loud splash. The man's head bobbed up from the chilly water, his ski mask cartoonishly fallen over his eyes. Booster held up his own box of treats, "Its not the same if you don't dunk 'em."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 24, 2010 11:25:57 GMT -5
Well well. Catwoman thought as she observed the others who had come in to take on the thugs. If I'm not mistaken, that's Booster Gold. And a Lantern? Do they come in other colors than green? And. . What the heck is he? Her eyes saw Reed last. Nevertheless she shrugged, pondering what to do next. Oh what's a kitty to do?
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 24, 2010 13:10:54 GMT -5
Outside the Warehouse
The situation had exploded in Intergang's faces. One of the toughs with the odd guns was down, as were both the haulers, knocked out of commission by Booster's sudden attack. The remaining tough yelled out, "First truck, get out of here... take what you've got and go! Spandex squad's here!"
The driver of the first truck ran back toward his vehicle, while the tough lowered his gun, firing a shot off at Reed. The shot, rather than a bullet, was a pulse of green energy, nearly a foot in diameter, which hit Reed with enough force to actually cause pain past his invulnerability.
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Fear. Aggression. Hope. Determination. Seelie took stock of the situation, reaching out with her mind to feel the sorts of power available to her. She had come out of the alley across the street, and was now standing, her blue-and-white costume providing precisely no camouflage in the night, but the distraction of the ongoing fight keeping her from being noticed. Well... I know Booseter Gold is one of the good guys, which tells me who the bad guys are...
Then she lifted her hand, pointing toward the last two trucks. Can't have these guys panicking and driving off. "Determination's power to drive the will forward, manifest!" And with that, a pulse of force burst from her hands, flinging the doors of the trucks open and physically throwing the two drivers from them.
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The remaining tough, after firing his gun and seeing the target not fall, then having one of his drivers fly past him out of his car, and further noting that he was outnumbered by rather a lot, rethought his next idea - the idea of charging Reed - and instead turned, running full-tilt toward the large, open double doors of the building.
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Post by amstard on Feb 24, 2010 14:14:53 GMT -5
OOC: I deleted my previous post because I had not noticed Catwoman was actually IN the first truck.
OOC2: Unfortunately, Catwoman has replied between when I read that and when I reposted. So, modifications galore!
"Aw, come on! No one wants to play with the glowing blue guy? What's this world coming to?"
Notification, said the Ring. Arrival of two further humans. First human is in possession of advanced technology. Second human is of unknown origin; her presence is causing distortions in the Emotional Spectrum.
<<Huh? Is she a Lantern?>>
Negative. Distortion profile matches nothing on record; however, extrapolation from available data indicates a possible mystical or metaphysical explanation.
<<Fine, is...>> Just then, the two trucks' doors opened and out came the drivers. <<Ummm..what happened to those goons?>>
Scanning....residue of the emotion known as "Determination" located. 94% probability that some utilization of that emotion was the cause.
<<Oookay....hey, that guy with the gun is heading into the building...there are people in there! They could be hostages! Ring, let me talk to the people who are on our side!>>
Telepathic link established.
<<Hey, guys! There are people in the basement of that building! They could be innocents, so be careful! First one in gets ice cream on me!>>
Azure Torch lifted off the ground and, like a blue lightning bolt, slammed into the back of the Intergang thug, carrying him through the doors and hurling him into a wall.
"Luuucy!" he called as he made his entrance. "I'm hooooome!"
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Post by Myridd on Feb 24, 2010 14:19:47 GMT -5
OOC: No worries. I had thought I accidently deleted your post somehow and was getting worried. -_-; nice to know if was you who deleted it. But I just moved my post to after yours. Flows nicer this way.
In the cab of the first truck, as it sped down the highway, the driver is greeted by a sudden movement in the darkness and than a set of mighty sharp claws at his throat and a purring voice in his ear. "If you know what's good for you kitten, you'll pull over and let Catwoman here take over." Her voice might be sweet, but there was no mistaking the threat of her claws as they began to dig into the flesh around his windpipe....
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Reed grimaced a bit, and looked surprised at the pain he felt, though he had managed to stay on his feet. Wasn't terrible pain, and probably wasn't how the bad guys were expecting him to react. Huh. These weapons are dangerous. Well, I hope these thugs have health insurance.
It was than he heard the telepathic message, though he had to focus a bit on it to make out the words as he wasn't used to being communicated to this way. Blue comet thing is on our side. Basement? Got it. I could always go for some ice cream. A scoop of cookies and cream and a scoop of mint chocolate chip please. He thought back, not knowing if his words would get through. Nevertheless, he continued to run, following the thug who had decided not to charge him straight into the building.
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