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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
We All Fall Down [Plot Thread]
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Post by The NPC on Nov 26, 2012 18:21:13 GMT -5
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[/color] Who: Natasha Romanov, The Joker, Lady Bullseye, Jason Todd, The Question Where: Gotham City What: The Attack Threads. Clyde Angeles's final part of phase one is now underway and SHIELD is now at risk of falling. When: After the interrogation of Dominique Falcone, it is revealed that something wicked was coming. Notes: There is to be no killing of the main players. For the people who are coming to the aid of our heroes it is up to you to decide how and when they come into the thread to help. Let the games begin! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] History. It held events of the past though only major. In different locations but at the same exact time separate happenings would occur. While those who slept were cradled in their dreamland across the globe there were people that moved about, buzzing like the drones they were. It would be foolish for one to think that in a sea of billions they actually mattered. For each good deed a person could muster it was often times turned a blind eye. Those who lived lavishly in their millions were recognized for their sin. It was such a twisted world Earth had played out to become. Minds quick to reform, to change, to try something new, bold, and daring revolutionized every single era of man. With century there has been something to marvel from the humans of Earth and it was quite possibly the one astounding feature. Today marked a day that was to go down in the history books, if all is not covered from the public eye. There was a man who had an idea. Clyde Angeles, real estate entrepreneur and scheming billionaire, thought of anarchy and power. He was a human who allowed his pride, greed, and vanity take hold. But he knew his time was short. When a man came forward with an idea of a revolution, it would be his life taken that shows the revolt. It would spread like wildfire soon after as those who were given the opportunity, given the mere thought, would carry it to the end. They would run those who were against them into the ground without a second thought. The Angeles Ball had been a success. Slowly the heroes of the world gathered into one large mansion in Washington DC, either in attending or for the rescue mission. Loki Laufeyson, the demi-god of Lies; Bane, Gotham's cerebral assassin; and Jonathan Crane, the holder of nightmares. Three villians who were involved in the plot to destroy SHIELD from the inside out. After questioning by Malaki Amherst, he had the locations provided by Dominique Falcone to which something terrible would be happening. There was no explanation, just the warning of what she had heard through the grapevine. The Avengers Mansion, an area in North Carolina, Manhattan, New York, Metropolis, and Gotham City. Fury dispatched Captain America to North Carolina, a top secret building laid underground which contained many dangerous objects and people. Loki's scepter was currently housed in the facility. Amelia Smith was dispatched to Metropolis, home of Superman. Natasha Romanov was dispatched to Gotham City. Clint Barton was dispatched to Los Angeles. Danii Washington was dispatched to the Avengers Mansion. Sharon Carter, Michael Morbius, and Johnny Storm remained on the Hellicarrier. Bradley and Vaughn had been dispatched to one of the main research areas in Manhattan. Jerry Tucker was currently present in Texas, servers went down at another SHIELD location the night before. Zara was still present in Gotham's Arkham Asylum. So far everything seemed normal. Their orders were to investigate every inch of the location they were given, look for anything that seemed out of the ordinary and if something did occur then they were to report to Fury immediately. [/blockquote][/center]
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Dead Man Walking
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Dec 6, 2012 19:49:09 GMT -5
He could have cackled for joy. This whole idea, everything, it was just......it was just too much fun. Did he trust this Clyde fuck? No, of course not, Joker didn't trust anyone, not even Harley deep down, but the idea, oh it was just too good to pass up. Just the sort of thing that really made him shiver in his worn old loafers, all but perfect, he was almost annoyed that he hadn't thought of something like it instead. But he couldn't take the credit for everything now could he? Joker was just the man that had opened the door in the first place.
Honestly he didn't like the idea of going with someone else's plan, he didn't like plans much, he didn't trust the man, and Joker just wasn't good with taking orders, that was why he handed them out instead. But oh, ohhh just the plot line was too good, this agency in this new word prided themselves on keeping the peace, on saving the masses from terrorism, from all the things that went bump in the night. The clown didn't know what Angele's was really planning, and the man sincerely didn't care, he just wanted the chance to show this agency, to show all these people that they weren't safe hiding behind their little eagle logo.
They had been quick to try setting up a little shop in Gotham, not that it had been working out too well, but with that Falcone finally doing something useful, they flushed the little rats out and put them right where they wanted them. The set up, it was.......beautiful. Even Joker had to admit it, it was all so lovely, the way things were coming together, he had to take the one in Gotham, it was his city after all, no one could argue that with him, no one wanted to seeing how fast he had been to draw a serrated blade on them.
For a man looking the way he did, Joker had an uncanny ability to simply disappear into the dark of Gotham, that inky blackness that came from the years of pain and despair that had seeped into the very fiber of the city. His beloved playground. Joker had heard of the Black Widow, she was apparently a limber little thing, but the clown was much faster then he looked, and oh but he didn't play fair, not one bit. The Lady he was with, she was somewhere in the shadows, not far from him, he cast a glance in her direction to make sure she was there before turning his attention back to the woman of the hour, the red head that had walked into the trap.
Such a pretty face, it was almost a shame what they were going to do to her. Almost. Joker would make her prettier, would turn her into something in his image if he got the chance. The scarred cheeks pulled into a sneering yellow toothed grin, bits of the red lipstick he had reapplied here and there, he wanted to look his best for his date after all. Dropping down from where he had perched himself, Joker did a little mock bow upon finding he had caught the woman's attention, "Well well wellwellwell, heeeelllooo there beautiful," The word was just tainted somehow, the way he drawled it out, like it was a curse more then a compliment, "Would you, ahhhh......would you like to see a magic trick?" The grin on his face would have been impish on anyone else, but on him, it was downright demented, the type of smile the monster under your bed would have right before it popped out of the shadows and dragged you down with him.
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Post by ladyb on Dec 9, 2012 14:01:45 GMT -5
“I knew it. I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.” SHIELD agent Johnson shook his head as he stood out front of the temporary outpost housing a number of colleagues. “As soon as that damn other universe showed I knew it was nothing but trouble.”
“Yea yea,” said the agent standing guard next to him. “But you’ve always been a pessimistic s.o.b. Now shutup and keep your eyes open. With our bases getting hit left and right it’s only a matter of time before someone gets the bright idea to take this joint out.”
Johnson spat to the side. “Guess that’s why the Black Widow and that faceless freak are with us. I still don’t like the idea of one of theirs working with us.”
Before anything else could be said, a blade came thrusting through Johnson’s neck from behind as the woman holding the deadly weapon landed on top of his body. She quickly pulled the weapon free then sliced the throat of his partner before he had time to even react. Maki swung the katana out to the side flinging the excess blood to the ground. A moment later she vanished back into the shadows as her partner for the night strolled inside. Word told that he was the one responsible for bringing together their two universes. How that task was accomplished was still a mystery to Maki, but she did not care. What’s done is done. This merger of worlds presented new opportunities for the Kingpin’s organization. Getting rid of S.H.I.E.L.D. would make expansion a little bit easier for the crime lord. Tonight however she was operating under a different banner at least that was how it would appear.
There was a chance that this little coupe would be unsuccessful, and Fisk did not want any of the fallout to land at his doorstep. As the insane clown man chatted up the Black Widow, Maki waited in the seclusion of the shadows. There were several agents stationed around, all of them ready to fire. Her task for the moment was to keep the clown alive.
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Dec 16, 2012 23:44:27 GMT -5
There had been several instances in her past where worry was her top emotion, looking around as she realized that getting out of the situation alive was going to be far harder than she thought, and perhaps impossible. Other times she had simply walked in like she owned the place, did what she had come there to do, and walked out again without a second thought or even a care for her own life. But this time was a little different than what she had originally thought it was going to be. As soon as Fury had dispatched her once again to Gotham City, she knew that things were not going in favour of SHIELD, and that she would need her wits about her if she was to face the very same foe who had eluded the Batman for so long...
With several agents accompanying her, as well as a faceless man she knew precious little about, Natasha couldn't help but feel that something bad was going to happen as soon as she set foot in Gotham. Locating the Joker didn't seem to be all that hard, but the company he kept was definitely not on her list of things she planned to find either. The red head took a bold step forward, her bright blue orbs shooting immediately in the direction of the man who stepped from the shadows to speak to her, his voice taunting and menacing in the way that so many others before him had been. And yet, to look at him and the make up he wore, Natasha knew right away that she was dealing with someone who was dangerously unstable and unpredictable. She'd have to watch herself with this one...not to mention his lady friend, who seemed to make quick work of a few agents before the others could even react. "I wish I could say the same," she said, wrinkling her nose a little bit as she looked at him.
The make up was cracked in several places, betraying the human flesh tone that lay beneath it to her eyes. His question of wanting to see a magic trick was sure to be either a distraction or something gruesome meant to throw her off her game. Either way, Nat didn't plan on allowing him to gain any ground over her, and suddenly thanked her lucky stars that she had been trained the way she had. Steeling her nerves against someone like him was certainly going to require energy and focus... "I never liked clowns," came her curt reply, a hand sitting on her holster. "They never looked all that nice."
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I'm what Gotham truly needs: A man willing to do what none of you ever could
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Dec 24, 2012 6:48:08 GMT -5
The Joker . . . Oh how long Jason had waited to exact his revenge on the menacing, psychopath. Jason had figured if he stalked the night and hid in the shadows of this so called ‘SHIELD’’s Gotham outpost he’d eventually cross paths with the clown. After all, he figured that the chance to kill people like SHIELD agents was too much for the Joker to pass up. After all Joker lived for creating chaos and the Joker believed Gotham belonged to him. There was no way he’d let SHIELD meddle in his affairs for long. But the Joker was wrong. Batman was wrong. Gotham didn’t belong to either of them. It belonged to the people of Gotham and they were suffering because of the clown. Jason couldn’t have that. It was clear to him that Batman wasn’t willing to do what needed to be done. Jason wanted the Joker to suffer like no man had ever suffered before. To subject him to ever sick, twisted and demented torture he put the citizens of Gotham through. He would pay for everyone he ever hurt. Jason would make sure of that even if he had to die a second time to make sure it happened.
Jason had been right to secretly follow SHIELD. It seemed as if the Joker had made his move. Jason queitly swooped down from the darkness to check the two dead SHIELD agents. They were definitely dead. And by the looks of the wounds by a rather sharp blade. His years of training and studying in which he learned every way possible to kill a man told him that this had to be a katana or at least a similar blade to a katana. Jason moved back into the shadows of the night as he now secretly looked down at the Joker, his female companion and his captive. Jason himself was wearing his Red Hood helmet, his leather jacker, a pair of comfortable jeans and a black combat vest for protection. He had boots with many hidden compartments along with gloves that had many secret hidden compartments as well. Even his jacket was filled with his little toys.
The time had finally come. The time to exact his vengeance. He had waited for so long for this moment and he wasn’t going to let the Joker slip threw his fingers. He placed his hands on his guns that were holstered against his thighs. But he didn’t take them out. No. He wanted the Joker alive this time. He wanted t0 take his time and make him suffer. It couldn’t be done in a mere instant. No doubt he could easily kill him where he stood. That is, unless his mysterious female companion didn’t get in the way. He wondered where Harley might be and if this was her replacement. He wasn’t that interested to wonder for long though as he slipped a smoke bomb into his hand and through it. It set of and filled the air as he swooped down and landed in a somersault as he brought out his large specialized knife. He moved silently as he saw the heat signatures of the others thanks to his helmet.
“I’d rather here a story about this arm of yours,” he said reaching out his hand to try and grab the Jokers arm. It was the arm that wielded the crow bar that beat him for hours until he was near death. It was the arm that detonated the bomb that killed him and his mother all those years ago. Seeing the Joker again after all those years . . . he could barely contain his bloodlust. His anger. His rage. “You seem very . . . attached to it.”
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Jan 6, 2013 18:44:32 GMT -5
He tsked, a look of mock offense on his painted features as he slinked a little closer, "Aww.....is it......is it the scars?" There was a potato peeler in his hand, where the hell had he even gotten that from? Joker couldn't seem to recall when he first came across it, but there it was, loosely held between his leather clad fingers and tapping against the jagged, red painted scar that curved up his right cheek. He sort of hummed when he stopped, looked the pretty red head over, though he had to admit he had a certain dislike for red headed women, thank you Poison Ivy, you tree hugging bitch. Joker probably should have been a bit more worried for his own safety with the highly trained agents around and his lack of being bullet proof, but his survival instinct had always been impressively low. They looked like they were just positively itching to open fire on him, and it made him all but shake in his worn old shoes with excitement. Maybe he was insane, most people didn't look upon their own mortality with an excited laugh, most people didn't wonder how far they could push before someone put them down permanently, no no he just wasn't right in the head at all. But he had that card up his sleeve, lady assassin sitting in the wings ready to give someone a very bad day, and oh he wanted to know just what she could do. Curious curious curious indeed, licking his lips Joker tilted his head, soulless black eyes on the woman before him, lips stretching into a chilling sort of sneer, "Ya wanna know how I got them?" He spoke like he was rasping out a secret between them, mock empathy knitted his brows together as he seemed to deflate for just a moment, like he was just a sad little clown and not a prolific serial murderer. Smoke and then movement from the corner of his eye had him dancing just out of reach a moment before the hand could grab him, literally doing a little spin, turning with a quickly pulled blade from his pocket to swipe at the hand, "Ah ah ah," Singsong, it would have been playful out of anyone but him, "Ooo and I thought my jokes were bad," Joker tsked, waving the knife around like one would waggle a finger, not caring if the masked nitwit could actually see it or not through the smoke, "Like I haven't seen this sort of trick before, Batman wannabe maybe?" Joker goaded, there was smoke still obscuring everyone's sight, "Big ahhhhh biiiiiiig mistake," They probably couldn't see when he tossed the little bombs with big red painted 'x's on them all over the space and hit the detonator, things exploding instantly, the sound drowning out his cackling. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Widow, Lady Bullseye, whoever else Words: 485 Music: Kill the Obedient - Korn Notes: I know the squealers when I see them 83 [/div][/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Jan 20, 2013 23:15:10 GMT -5
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Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud
For as much as he hated it, Question allowed himself to play well with others for once. Hell he didn't even remotely get along with the justice league proper. Something about his past work in his own, now literally crime free, city caused even the tallest to lay frowns and ill judgment at his very name.
Superman had once given him only 24 hours to get out of metropolis before he would remove the faceless vigilante himself. No respect, no thank you for stopping a plot designed to kill me, nothing. It had been a Thankless Job, like many others. He didn't need any of it though. Support had never been up his ally.
In fact, he hardly was requested to appear at meetings, regardless of his startling ability of advanced detective skills that surpassed Bruce's own and The Question, didn't need fancy gadgets or a super car or a cape to get the job done. Just an Iron clad will, a highly resilient disguise, duct tape and Zip ties.
Question had not continued to stay in the shadows, he had not filled in like the others of this super secret boy scout club calling them selves shield. Only that he would be their eyes and guide to Gotham. Irony fitting the featureless.
However movement from the roof top caught his eye rather quickly, flash of steel the drop of bodies. Interesting. He did not make a move yet as his keen eyes and years of experience caught yet another. The Widow was in no danger yet. But a sleek red helmet showed, Atta-boy, Jason. Vic had thought to himself. Knowing well of the history between Todd and Joker. The turning of the other cheek that Bruce proceeded to do when the boy was killed. Not only then but many times before and after.
Vic would have killed Joker upon the first meeting. He would have avenged Jason if he did not kill the joker the first time and it happened. If he was in Bruce's shoes, he would have done what Bruce never could. He would have removed himself from the equation and cleaned the city of those who could not be reformed.
Question would move when he needed to or rather when he had the advantage.
Then the explosions started this powder keg just exploded. The faceless fedora clad crime fighter took the moment to use the noise as a cover for his own feet dropping from the edge of the roof top to the fire escape closer to the ground action. Should the other show her self he could intercept. Vic was familiar with the tactics of such people. Hell a lady with similar skills had been the one to kill him. Then dump him into a river.
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Post by matildamathis on Feb 10, 2013 23:22:35 GMT -5
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I want to heal you pretty sweet I'll throw rose petals at your feet I'll spend eternity Comparing all my poetry to yours I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold I'm hurting you for your own good
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[[Devi invited me to this thread.]]
Matilda didn't know anything about the plans that the villains were involving themselves in. Hell, she only barely knew about the universes colliding because she'd overheard a news story on a television set one time. The young woman (relatively speaking) didn't get out much unless it was to kidnap some poor innocent soul or rob a hospital of its much-needed supplies.
She didn't need to leave the warehouse unless Dollmaker had a mission for her. So why would she know anything about the world outside of her own?
This night was different, however. Matilda found herself walking the streets of Gotham alone, always clinging to the shadows, never straying into the light where she could be seen by the normal people of Gotham... the very few that did live in the city. She and Orifice were out scouting for their next victim... er... future family member. She had wanted to pick a child, one of the street rats that roamed the alleys and lived in the sewers, but Orifice wasn't too keen on kidnapping kids. He said they were too annoying, too much work. Matilda had to disagree, which was why the pair of siblings had parted ways.
Dollmaker had told them not to, but Matilda was pretty sure that if they didn't, they were going to come home with multiple stab wounds again and then their father would be furious. It was just better this way.
So, how entertaining was it that instead of finding a lost, lonesome child on the street, she'd found a group of heroes and villains duking it out in an alley?
Squatting down, Matilda tilted her head- blonde locks falling over her shoulder- as she regarded the group below her. She'd heard the familiar cackle of The Joker, and she'd seen the flash of red from Hoodie's outfit, but these others she hardly recognized. Perhaps from a stray news story she had caught on TV once, but that was it.
Hmph. The Joker. What a joke he was. Touted as the greatest villain in the city, the villain that Gotham deserved, but he had yet to even bruise the Dark Knight permanently. If that clown was as good at what he did as everyone made him out to be, shouldn't Batman be dead by now?
And just as she was mulling these things over in her mind, wild explosions lit up the night and Matilda took a tumble backward, onto her butt. She was perched on top of a nearby roof and the explosions shook the walls of the building beneath her.
She grumbled to herself and stood back up, dusting off her rear end. Hmph. Well, there was one thing she was certain of. If the Joker was fighting them, these other people must not belong here. They must be the "heroes".... Or they were just getting in his way, but since there were so many of them, it was most likely that they were some goodie-two-shoes out looking to make Gotham a safer place.
Well. She could show them that Gotham still had a trick or two up its sleeve. This was her town too, and she didn't take kindly to strangers trying to spruce it up.
Using the explosions and the precious, disoriented seconds after it to her advantage, Matilda swung her legs over the ledge of the roof and onto the fire escape below. With a series of acrobatic movements that didn't look to be possible with her stitched-together frame, she landed on the ground in front of the Joker, smoothing out her skirt, and drawing two knives from her belt. She twirled them around in her hands expertly, regarding the "heroes" with a painted, porcelain face.
"What's cookin, Good-Lookin? Smells delicious." She felt her mouth actually begin to water at the scent of singed flesh. Mmm. Dinner time.
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Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Feb 15, 2013 15:36:02 GMT -5
Jason gritted his teeth behind his Red Hood mask as he watched the Joker whom had avoided his grasp. He watched him through the smoke using his infrared vision that was installed in his helmet. He seemed to be toying with something though he couldn't see what being that it didn't have a heat signature. Though he figured that by the hand movements it was a knife. Jason didn't feel threatened. He was too angry and full of rage to feel threatened at the moment and that only increased when he called him a 'Batman wannabe'. The rage swelled inside of him. He was absolutely not a Batman wannabe. He hadn't seen the Joker since he ha come back, though nevertheless he ah spent months trying to track all of his movements. Nobody knew of his identity. Not even Batman whom he had fought for the first time since his Robin training days. He wanted the Joker to be the first to know. He wanted the Joker to look up at him as the light left his eyes and at that moment realize who he was. Or just shooting the Joker straight in the face without him ever knowing would also suffice and was what he aiming for. "I am not a Batman wannabe, Joker. I can assure you that. Batman is bastard who acts like he does so much for this city. Acts like he protects it. Since he's been around how much has Gotham's crime rate decreased? It hasn't. It's gone up. He's a bastard who believes his own morality is more important than the graveyards you've fille, than the countless people who've suffered because of you . . . Hear me out . . . by the time I'm done with you . . . you'll wish it was Batman who swooped in here tonight . . . that's a promise."
The words were full of malice and sadistic, murderous intent. It was a tone that no one would ever hear in Batman's voice in a million years. He wanted to do more than kill this man. He wanted to subject him to absolutely every single horrendous form of torture he had subjected others to and then finally he would kill him. He pointed his gun at the Joker's knee through the smoke that masked him. But just as he pulled the trigger bombs exploded all around. He was unaffected, though he used it as a distraction as he moved to a higher vantage point. He was hanging by his grappling gun behind the Joker his gun pointed at the psychopath's leg; however, before he could pull the trigger someone appeared behind the Joker. He couldn't tell if it where friend or foe. Not with the smoke. He still had to use his infrared setting to see. He didn't want to shoot any of the S.H.I.E.l.D. agents nor the faceless man who was with them somewhere around there. Whatever side she was on, she was successfully blocking his line of fire which was pissing him off. Though he figured being she wasn't attempting to kill the Joker she must have been on his side. Or at least not on Jason's side. Which meant the person was an enemy. Jason pulled the trigger twice with the intent of hopefully getting both of them before he released the grappling gun and landed in a front roll. By the time he had landed the grappling gun was away and he had a second semi-automatic handgun in his hand. This man had to die. Even if the death didn't meet his satisfaction. The lives of countless others that he might eventually kill were more important than what he wanted. And either way . . . he ended up dead. It was clear to JAson that Arkham or any other jail wasn't an option. It would stop him for some time, however, he'd eventually just escape again and continue his psychotic villainy killing anyone who came in his path. Blowing up school buses and setting hospitals on fire. Kidnapping all sorts of people for the single reason of torturing them for 'fun'. It had to end. Batman had made it clear he wasn't up to the task. The hero Gotham deserved . . . it made him sick. Perhaps Batman was the hero that Gotham deserved . . . But Jason . . . Jason was the hero it needed.
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