amstard
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Post by amstard on Feb 25, 2010 18:41:38 GMT -5
Torch nodded. "Fair deal. We'll need some info from you first, though. The usual 'who, what, when, where, why, and how' will suffice."
<<Ring, scan him for truthfulness, and tag all these guys so we can find them later, if we need to.>>
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Post by Myridd on Feb 25, 2010 18:50:01 GMT -5
The Basement
Reed didn't question Torch wanting to take the deal, he was too busy making sure that the thugs they had dug up weren't in terrible health. They had stopped breathing for a minute or two, but seemed to be recovering and were certainly breathing now. It was when Reed was helping one of the thugs to his feet that he responded. "Sounds good to me. But if you information is false, I'll hunt you down like the dogs you are." He growled, feeling angry though not quite sure why he did.
The Truck
"Of course. Tell me, does you wife have any workable skills? Typing, filing, organization?" Catwoman said as she backed away from the thug, wrote down the addresses he gave her and directed him to the point she wanted to be dropped off. "Oh, yes, what's your name? And hers?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 25, 2010 19:12:15 GMT -5
The Basement
The head thug spoke up. "Name's Cyrus Byrne, work for Rupert Thorne, though I'm sure Thorne's not head on this. I know the boss; this is bigger than him. I don't know who Mr. Thorne's reporting to, though... somebody big."
One of the other thugs spoke up. "Mr. Thorne's not going to like you talking, Cyrus..."
Cyrus shrugged. "He'd spill if he were here, and he knows it. Lord knows he's spilled to the Bat often enough... all the Bats. He knows cutting losses, and losing us and the guns would hurt more than me spilling." He returned his attention to the heroes. "Guns're from offworld... Thanagar, where the hawkmen live. Same with the clubs. Easy to use, just like any other gun or stick out there. Now..."
As he spoke, one of the downed thugs rolled onto his back, raising his gun toward Cyrus. "The supreme virtue of the Dark Faith is..." Before he had a chance to say the last word, his gun flew from his hand, a bat-shaped shuriken seeming to sprout from the floor in front of his hand. A tall redhead sat in the freight elevator, in a wheelchair, gazing over the room. "Police are on their way. Anyone involved in this who doesn't want to be arrested should run, now."
Cyrus went to the man who'd pointed a gun at him, clocking him in the head to knock him out. "Take him; I don't need a guy who'll try to kill me." The other thugs fled the scene, and the redhead rolled over to the unconscious thug to retrieve her batarang. "Booster should be down soon... when I passed him, he was mugging for the cameras. You should all expect to get some interviews as well; enjoy the fame. I am quite glad you all chose to respond to my messages." She pocketed the batarang. "My name is Barbara Gordon, but I am called the Oracle."
The Truck
The driver said, "Mervin Griffon. Wife's name is Martha. She can type, but she doesn't have any real teaching. She can also cook up a storm!"
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Post by gg on Feb 25, 2010 19:23:33 GMT -5
OT: "us" games, merv griffin - what, no marlo "My name is Barbara Gordon, but I am called the Oracle." They came in through the newly installed "sunroof", the kliegs from outside made a nice sweeping pass allowing some streaks to backlight their arrival - very red carpet. Skeets hovered while Booster landed neatly center stage. "And my name is Booster Gold," he smiled at the group and nodded towards Seelie, "but you can call me."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 25, 2010 19:32:51 GMT -5
The Truck
Catwoman nodded as they approached her stop. "All right Mr. Griffon. When you get your one phone call tell Martha to be at 58 Plaza street at 8 am on Monday. Its a hotel, with penthouses that are privately owned. I know of one, philantrophist Selena Kyle. Takes a jog every morning around 8:15. She has recently put in a request for the JV Temp agency to send her someone to help her with basic house hold tasks. Cooking meals and the like. The actual applicants aren't set to arrive until Tuesday. Your wife shows up, with a platter of meatloaf and potatoes? And its likely she'll get the job. Just make sure to mention the Agency. You know how eccentric rich people are." She winked as the truck came to a stop and they both got out to unload a few of the weapons. "Now, Don't tell the police I was involved. You turned yourself, and the weapons, in all on your own. Because you're a good man. Just misguided." She patted him on the back, and soon disappeared into the night.
The Basement
Reed went over to the thug Cyrus had punched, and checked him for a pulse before standing and addressing Oracle. "So you're Oracle. Can't say I'm disappointed. Though, if there was a fight bound to happen it would of been nice to know." He cracked his knuckles, sizing Barbara Gorden up with his eyes, a definite displeased tone in his voice.
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amstard
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Post by amstard on Feb 25, 2010 19:38:02 GMT -5
<<Update databases and make sure that you keep an eye on everyone for me.>>
Affirmative.
"Well, I for one am glad to finally meet you. Anyone who can keep track of even half as many things as you're reputed to is someone I definitely want on my side." With that, Torch smiled, walked towards Oracle, and put out his hand.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 25, 2010 20:04:04 GMT -5
The Basement
Seelie smiled to Booster. "Seelie. Pleased to meet you, Booster... caught you on the news when you took down Everyman."
Oracle spoke softly to Reed. "You may be right. I have a habit of testing a bit longer than I should." She then spoke more loudly, shaking Torch's hand. "I will get to the point. Superman has left... he is doing important work, but he will not be back on Earth for some time. The Justice League is falling apart, and the Justice Society is overwhelmed without even glancing at Gotham. Here, we have a lot of heroes running about on their own, without organization or guidance. I have spoken with Batman on this subject; he is busy with his own work, but he asked that I organize a team outside the League. He has asked that I resurrect the Outsiders."
She gestured toward the heroes. "I would like to have you join me. You are all capable heroes individually; together, you could make significant progress in keeping this city safe. I can give you information, equipment, and organization, and with your power and skills, we can drive Intergang from Gotham's streets and outflank the local gangs and costumed villains. Will you help me?"
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Post by amstard on Feb 25, 2010 21:46:36 GMT -5
Torch froze, a look of shock on his face.
"You want us...to take over for Superman?"
Slowly, he smiled and said, looking around at the assembled heroes...his new teammates, perhaps, "I remember once, when I was a kid...well, I suppose everyone has a story like this, where Superman came and saved the day, right? Well, I wasn't the one he saved. I didn't even know the people he saved that day.
"A building was on fire, and collapsing. An apartment building, I think...no idea how many people were in there. Screams for help, cries for Momma...the usual, I suppose. I ran to my father, screaming, begging for him to help. He told me, 'There's nothing we can do, T...son. We'll just have to hope that they're okay, that someone comes to help.' Sure enough, someone did. Superman. I remember seeing him rushing in and out of that building, getting everyone out in the blink of an eye. One of the kids he saved was crying...traumatized, you know?...
"Superman told him, 'It's all right. Everything's all right.' And I remember, hearing that voice, how much I believed him. I remember thinking that any world with him in it...well, something must be right in it. Someone must be looking out for us. And if he needs us to step in for him, to cover for him...." and here Torch beamed his typical, goofy grin, "then I say we belly up to the bar and have ourselves a round!"
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 0:05:05 GMT -5
Reed listens to Torch's story and is touched by the blue man's enthusiasm. However, eagerness to take up the mantle does not show on his face as he continues to study Oracle, or Barbara Gordon.
". . . My question is, Barbara. Oracle. Why do you even feel the need to ask? Its obvious you've been keeping tabs on us. You know what kind of people we are. You also probably know exactly who we really are and the secret pin codes for our bank accounts. So why the farce about asking us whether or not we want too? Of course we want too. You've seen us fighting on these street. This is OUR town. Of course we are going to continue to protect it." He sighs, shaking his head slightly, and finally noticing his blood stained scrub pants. "Crap. That'll never come out."
He stared down at his feet a few minutes, absorbing the silence that hung in the air, before turning back to Oracle, this time a smile on his face. "Since we are going to be working together, my mother is going to want you to come over and try some of her home cooking. She'll never let me hear the end of it when I tell her I'm working for a pretty girl."
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Post by amstard on Feb 26, 2010 0:08:22 GMT -5
Torch shoots a sidelong glance at Reed.
<<Did you just....ask her out on a date?>>
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 0:13:22 GMT -5
Reed heard that voice again, the one that talked about ice cream. This time it was asking him if he had asked Oracle on a date. He blinked, suddenly looked Oracle in the eye, and asked "Wait. Did I just ask you out?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 26, 2010 0:48:10 GMT -5
The Basement
Oracle smiled a bit before responding to Reed's initial question. "I spend my life gathering information, learning patterns and data, trying to predict the next event before it occurs. What I've learned is that people will often surprise you." She shrugged. "As for your offer... perhaps we should get to know one another before I meet your parents?" She sounded more amused than anything at the offer. "After all, my father alternates between trying to marry me off and being convinced that any man I spend more than five minutes around must be evil, and whichever of those he's doing when I told him about meeting your parents would likely lead to a conversation neither of us wants to have."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 11:53:53 GMT -5
Reed nodded. "That's fine. I believe I was just telling you how my mother is. It seems like our parents have a bit in common. I'll be able to dodge my mother's questions for awhile. No worries. . . As for the Super Team. The Outsiders was it? Is there anything else you need to tell us? Are we going to get a giant signal like the bat?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 26, 2010 13:24:09 GMT -5
The Basement
Oracle smiled at the reference to the Batsignal. "No, I'm afraid there is no Oracle-signal, though if the Batsignal comes on while Batman and Robin are busy, they may contact me to cover for them. But what you do get is a headquarters... no Batcave, I'm afraid, but it should be sufficient." She produced a number of cards, handing one to each of the heroes. "Directions are on these... East End, outside the well-traveled parts of the city but with easy access to Downtown and the Wharf. You have no idea how difficult it was to get control of this place without compromising my identity. I'll be back there in... oh, two hours or so. Why don't you all clean up and meet me there?"
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Post by Myridd on Feb 26, 2010 14:29:07 GMT -5
Owen Richards' house
Owen Richards put the key in the door and turned it gently, and was greeted by a loud, friendly voice.
"Bab~y!"
Owen's eyes went wide and he immediately shut the door in his mother's face, never entering the house. "Mother. What are you doing in my house at this time of night?!"
"Owen! It's rude to talk through a door! Much less a door you just shut in your momma's face" His mother countered.
Sigh. Owen opened the door and stepped inside. His mother, a tiny woman of 4'11" with a slender build, a handsome face, and a head of carefully curled grey hair, was waiting within. The house also smelled of fried chicken and green bean casserole.
"Owen, another late night at the ER? You have blood all over your pants!"His mother stepped up to him and started to scrutinize his clothing with her keen blue eyes. "And none on your shirt! Did someone fall off the operating table? Or have you been superheroing shirtless again?" She scolded, now lifting his arms and checking his face for bruises.
"Mother, I'm fine." He said with a sweet smile, taking her hands within his and kissing her forehead. "But yes, I covered a shift for another doctor than went to that meeting place I told you about. I was invited to join a superhero team."
"Ooh!" His mother squealed, looking quite pleased. "You'll invite your new friends to dinner, won't you? A bbq? If any of them are women, I'll make sure your father is out fishing. Don't want him to get in your way." She winked, than pulled herself away and almost skipped into the kitchen.
". . Mother. . I doubt my new teammates are ready for one of your bbqs. . and besides, what do you mean, get in my way?" He followed his mother into the kitchen, where she greeted him with a plate of fried chicken and green bean casserole.
"Well.. You're almost thirty baby. I'm beginning to think I'll never have grandbabies."
Owen took the plate of food, and sighed deeply. "Mother. Just because I'm working with them doesn't mean I'm going to marry them, or even date them. And you know there are. . . issues. . . with the possibility of grand children. ." He looked distressed, so his mother put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Oh baby. Maybe not naturally but there's always adoption. And you need someone to care for you. Momma ain't going to be around forever."
Owen sat his plate on the counter and than wrapped his mother in his arms. "You better be around for a long time."
"Oh, I'm sticking around until I get some grandbabies. At least two." She said, nodding her head as if there was no room for argument.
". . ." Owen let his mother go, brought his plate to the table and began to eat his food, speaking between bites. "Anyway, Mother. I am heading out after I eat and take a quick shower. Got to meet the team."
His mother squealed again with delight. "OoO!! You must tell me all about them tomorrow! Right now I've gotta go feed your father." And with that she flittered out of Owen's apartment and went immediately next door.
Oracle and the others probably thought I was joking about my mother. . I swear she thinks I have no life.
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