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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
One Fine Day, at the Park... (Mr. Harper!)
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Post by Chris "Darkhawk" Powell on Mar 11, 2013 2:14:37 GMT -5
Jonathan and Jason begged him, pleaded with him, bribed him, did everything they could to get their older brother to cooperate. It was an oft-played game at the Powell household, and luckily one that hadn't changed with the crystal's effects: convince-Chris-to-go-with. Christopher wasn't being serious about being too busy to go to the park with his siblings, it was just a ploy to get the ants in their pants and their whiny voices going. 'But Chris, we love it when you come with us!' 'Chris, you're our favorite big brother!' 'Chrissstopherrrr Miiiichaeelll Powellll!' Today's round seemed to be especially fun. Maybe it was that Chris had actually gotten some sleep last night, or that he was feeling better about the changes in his family, his brothers changing personality and looks and all. Regardless, he was enjoying the whininess that he had truly, honestly missed. Finally, mom calling 'Chris, just take them!' up the stairs put an end to it.
As soon as the eldest brother was showered, dressed, and prepped to go, they were on their way. It was a wonderful, warm day, much like the one in which Chris had met Lilith Byrne the week before, and he found himself thinking about it as he strolled along. Though his mind wandered, by second nature he always kept his rambunctious little brothers in sight, making sure they didn't hurt themselves or get themselves in trouble. Today would be another good day, Chris felt, another day to meet new people and try to come up with more answers to the questions of the mysterious happenings in the world since the switching a while back.
Almost the moment they reached the playground, Jason and Jon found some friends to play with, and Chris settled down on a nearby bench to relax. Perhaps, too, take a nice, dozing nap in the warm sun. With other parents' watchful eyes, there was a little room to lounge here.
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Post by Roy "Arsenal" Harper, Jr. on Mar 14, 2013 11:06:29 GMT -5
Normally Roy would be back in Star City where he lived. He wasn’t in the hero game anymore and even when he was a hero his primary location was Star City. He hadn’t travelled as much as some heroes would even back then. Besides, he was also a single father and had been retired from heroics for four years now. He didn’t exactly have time to go around traveling the world and what not. He had a daughter to raise and a job to go to. He had a life. But he had decided to come to New York today. Roy's short red hair was casually ruffled. He had a rather muscular physique not common within the civilian population from his years of training. His eyes were almond shaped and a clear, crystal blue. A small smile was on his face as he watched his daughter running around with other kids on the playground. Roy was wearing a brown leather jacket unzipped over a Journey shirt which was casually tucked into his faded jeans. He might of still been a father, but nothing could ever deter the fact that Roy was a bit of a bad boy. Even when he had come clean and wasn't a heroine addict anymore and was a straight-laced hero, Roy had still been the Teen Titan's bad boy. It was something he couldn't help. It was part of his personality. Roy had been one of the original Teen Titans and he had helped the other incarnations as what could be considered as a sort of honorary Titan. But those days were long gone.
It wasn’t too hard to get to New York City. All he had to do was call up some old friends and connections and before he knew it he was boom tubed to New York City. He had been showing Lian the city and showing her a nice day, but now they were having a nice day at the park. Lian always did love the park. He was sitting on a park bench watching the red-headed tyke running around and playing with the other kids. Roy was always happy to see his baby girl happy. She was his world. He hadn’t been there long before a teenager showed up with what Roy assumed was his younger brothers. Seeing the siblings reminded himself of Mia, his own adopted sister. He hadn’t grown up with her or anything. And he had been long gone by the time Green Arrow had taken her in. But despite that they were pretty close. “Those your brothers?” Roy was glad to see someone willing to take their siblings to the park. Most kids he had met in his life thought it was a huge pain and would never bring their siblings to the park. Or they'd get overly angry and overreact. That was the difference between adults and teenagers in Roy's mind. It was a state of mind. Teenagers tended to usually think the world revolved around them. He had met many adults who he would still characterize as teenagers. Being adult was when you put others before yourself. Before your personal feelings or what you want to do. Roy wanted nothing more than to put on the costume again and go out and be a hero again. But he had a daughter to think about. Bills to pay. A life to live. It wasn't all about him. In fact, most of the time the last thing on Roy's mind was what he wanted to do.
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Post by Chris "Darkhawk" Powell on May 29, 2013 10:55:04 GMT -5
There he was, minding his own business, relaxing, when out of nowhere— "Those your brothers?" the voice of God, it seemed for a second, before the kid really snapped into true consciousness and realized that it was not that commanding and omnipresent. Glancing up and to his immediate right, Chris got an eyeful of a middle-aged man, definitely not God at all, of semi-tall height but broadly built, smiling, and redhaired. For a second the kid thought that this new dad faintly reminded him of someone, but he lost the notion as quickly as it had seeded. The guy glanced over from time to time at a adorable seven-year-old girl who seemed to be quite interested in what Jon was doing. "Yup, they're my brothers, alright." Two days ago, he wouldn't have been willing to admit that Jason and Jonathan were his little siblings, but today pride coursed through him. He took a second to watch them play, just like the other was doing with his daughter (Or, at least, Chris thought that it was his daughter, though the ginger seemed like he could be young enough to be her uncle or cousin or something like that). They were both so happy and friendly, chatting easily with the other kids and carelessly hopping up and down the play equipment. Chris had hoped that they'd be that way even after the incident with father... Admittedly that had been a pretty big concern of his after the whole thing had gone down. Would Jon, Jason, or even worse, both, blame themselves for everything that happened and become as distraught as their mother had over her husband being a cop-out (no pun intended)? Somehow, though, hallelujah, that tragedy had been averted. Perhaps he had the crystal to thank for that- perhaps in the alternate reality, that all had never happened, and Grace had been single for years. Chris hadn't had a chance to ask any of them yet. Or, maybe, they did and it just didn't affect them much. The whole family had loved father and were pretty close to him. However, Jon and Jason, being young, may not completely understand yet the concept of what happened that fateful night at the Amusement Park- the night that Chris had become Darkhawk, they had all found out the truth about Michael Powell, and the three of them had narrowly missed being executed with a firing squad of semi-automatics. Standing up from the bench, Chris thought he'd be polite (not to seem like a complete suck-up, just to be polite) and go up to the man. "I'm Chris. Nice to meet you, sir." Sticking out a hand to shake, he smiled. A new person met a day would be a great thing to boost his interaction with the everyday world, and not just his hero friends. Plus, he liked meeting people- Lilith showed him that. Nope, Chris wasn't going a Mr. Grumpy Pants like Batman or Punisher, and the world was going to have to deal with it.
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