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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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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Feb 23, 2013 14:59:08 GMT -5
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Gotham, not known for being heart of conspiracy theories but Question had other ideas. he had not broken into per say, but merely avoided alarm systems. By avoiding them he had hardwired his personal computer into one of the connection lines from a breaker box on the roof of the First national bank of Gotham.
One of those cities like Hub, crime was nothing but rampart. Oddly enough, He was completely oblivious to the small robbery taking place in the building a few blocks down. He was absorbed in his 'work'
The Federal reserve system for years had been transferring wealth from the poor and middle classes of the United States to the international bankers of the New World Order. This order was a supposed group of higher elites manipulating governments, industry, and media organizations worldwide. If he saw brigades of black helicopters in the skies he would know that the floor work had been made an the order had one.
It was one of Vic's most feared conspiracies to come to light. There had to be something to it, People of power had been using the phrase "new world order" since the early 1900's. Ironically the U.S. government set up a reserve act shortly after the phrase was first coined.
If He could crack this now it could blow the whole thing wide open. Not only that but so many more secrets would finally be answered from presidential assassinations to false flag operations around the world. Question leaned back to stretch the tense muscles that had knotted from the past few hours of sitting on the roof of the bank going through transfer files. So far he had turned up with nothing more than possible large mob transfers.
He would Let one of the Bat-Family know next time he ran into one, Or after he bashed in the skulls of the mob for a more detailed spill of information. Chainsaw's always did the work. Or possibly not at all, The Batman seemed far too indepth with the merging of dimensions. Which for once Question did not see something fishy about it. So what if there were more heroes, From what he had seen so far, he kinda liked the way they operated. Almost the same tactics he held himself.
A is A and B is B, no in between no taking them to jail if they got out of hand they killed if it was required. Unafraid of it. This could be a good thing but on the same token, should they lose their own restraints on it a bad one. He Tried to for once in his estranged life think about the good in it, possibly trust them. However something that threw up a red flag was this Shield organization. A Military instilation that operated off the radar was never a good thing. For all they knew the company could be but the same as Cadmus. It was a false thing to hope that the two would never combine forces.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 16:30:21 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitThe Punisher rode down the freeway making a turn onto the Gotham city exit. The night was young, and after his successful bounty hunt, he decided to go back home and get some rest for his next bounty, which would've been a big one. Dominique Falcone was next on his bounty list, with a $35,000 bounty on her head. After being debriefed on her file, he knew this would've needed to be quick and as silent as possible. Frank continued driving his classic 1975 Ford Mustang through the nightly busy traffic. After inhaling the last drag of his cigarette he flicked it out the window, and continued driving through the green traffic light. He soon started to slow down as the next traffic light had turned red. Frank cursed under his breathe at the light as he threw himself back in his seat, awaiting the light to turn. He then began looking at his surroundings, but turned his head to the Gotham bank.
His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a small light, at the top of the brick building. He gritted his teeth, as he knew this had to be a mobster trying to earn his cut. The Punisher darted out of traffic and turned into the entrance of the bank, quickly turning his headlights off. He came stop a screeching stop, and opened the car door. He then grabbed his M4 carbine from the front seat, and ran around to the back of the bank where he would've been able to sneak up on the perpetrator. Castle aimed his hook gun at the top of the roof, quickly pulling the trigger. The hook snapped on the edge of the roof, springing the Punisher to the very top. He landed on the gravel roof, and aimed his M4 carbine at the imposter, "Don't move one bit or you're toast" spat the Punsher as he continued looking down the sights of his automatic machine gun.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Feb 27, 2013 17:49:12 GMT -5
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Well this was interesting, Vic mused to himself in his mind when he heard the screeching of tires in the parking lot of the bank, someone was paying attention possibly. No matter he kept his cool and continued forward with his work for the time being. By chance it was just some drunk fool making a late night withdrawal from the atm or just lost. The Question was safely on the roof out of harms way.
Or so he thought as he heard the distinctive click and dispersal of air exiting a gas propelled grappling hook to the roof top edge. Of course it was easier to act the part of the unsuspecting fool. Question was anything but a fool. He quickly while time allowed him to, pulled the information he needed to from the drive on the computer, keeping the drive itself tucked in the crook of his gloved hand.
Though Vic being the smart ass that he was at the man who landed only asked one simple question, with out even standing or turning around to view the man behind him. If it was some one who knew him. They would stand down and if not well this had the potential to become one interesting of a night.
From the sound of the foot steps Question calculated mentally that the man was possibly five to six feet away from him. Granting him plenty time to move from a barrel of a gun should this man's Trigger finger become.... twitchy.
He laughed lightly for a moment. "And what if I Wiggle my toes?" He was never afraid of a mere man like himself who had to hid behind a gun, But Vic was neither one to charge against someone he possibly had never met, everything is obvious with hindsight.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 18:20:51 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitFrank wasn't a man of sarcasm, but a man of business. He swore on the deathbeds of his family that he would end the endless onslaught of mob activity. As Castle continued holding his prized M4, he continued aiming down the sights watching the man's every move. He looked to have been hacking into the bank's mainframe, or security. The Punisher had robbed a few banks in his past, but this one looked like it was carried out by the mob. Was this person associated with the Falcone family? He only hoped his questions would've been answered soon, whether it meant a large shootout at the very top of the Gotham City Bank or a reasonable explanation as to what the hell this man was doing. Gotham City was still unknown territory to Frank. He really wanted to prevent Gotham's criminals and mafias from spilling into New York City.
"And what if I Wiggle my toes?" asked the impostor. Frank narrowed his eyes and then gritted his teeth. He really thought about shooting this man, because of the sarcasm but he'd let him plead his case before he died. "I SAID DON'T MOVE.... WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? TURN AROUND!" barked the Punisher as he slowly walked a little closer. Now only three feet away from the man, he continued keeping his rifle up aiming directly at the back of his head. If this man were to try anything, he would've instantly shot him. Even though the Punisher wasn't blessed with super powers, his guns were his super power.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Feb 27, 2013 19:02:24 GMT -5
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The clear distaste in the man's voice was enough to cause Vic to smirk under his mask. Though this poor fool was in for a surprise. A man without a face and no visible mask lines or edges could be seen. It truly looked as though he had fallen prey to some foul accident or something of that nature. What ever stories the kids were making up these days. Oh well.
The Question let his frame slouch low in his trench coat as he stood placing his hands in his jacket pockets. His defenseless posture was but a deception, Question often fought dirty and on the wrong side of vicious. All of his moves in a fight were with the intent of damage and subduing permanently. He left the computer on the ground, though if need be it could come into play later. The Laptop was of no further use to him.
It was then that The Question finally turned around to face the man with the gun. It wasn't the first time he had been this close to the muzzle of gun. Nor would it be the last time he surmised. Though he was not one to plead for his life, no He would fight for it. Regardless of what his posture for-told.
"Well if you were going to use the 'I'll blow your face off' Some one beat you to it" He retorted once again sarcastically. He could see the tension in the man's form, everything pulled tight, wasting subtle energy with such tension was unneeded. This man before him with the white skull upon his chest was a loose canon. A man unable to control his rage, could easily be blinded by it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 2:34:42 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitPunisher wasn't going to let this man slide away from the situation without explanation. If the mystery man wanted it the hard way, then Castle would've given it to him. The laptop that laid firmly on the ground revealed a blank screen. What were the intentions of this man? With the wind continuing to pick up, because of their height Frank didn't let up on focusing on the man's every move. If he were to quickly go on the attack, then he was ready. One thing that bothered Punisher was the mere scent of this man. From the get-go the imposter seemed very strange. He first noticed his dark trench coat, similar but Castle's was leather. As the man slowly stood up, keeping his hands in his pockets, he slowly turned around. ''Well if you were going to use the 'I'll blow your face off' Some one beat you to it.''
Frank quickly took a step back in utter shock to what he was seeing. The man's face appeared to have been blown off, forcing his mouth agape and his eyes widened. He knew mutants were weird, but this one had taken the whole cake. "Don't you think wearing a ski mask would've been easier?" asked Castle expressing a bit of sarcasm himself, as he now aimed at the blank face of the man that stood before him. "Who the hell are you?" asked the Punisher as he held his weapon steady. After seeing this man stand before him, He believed Gotham was a city full of freak shows. They were even bad at robbing banks, from the looks of what this man had been doing. Frank took his eye off the scope of his M4 and leaned over to look at the blank screen on the computer, "By the way, you're not that good at hiding what you're doing... I know you're trying to hack into the bank's security mainframe, but guess what... I'm not going to let that happen you mob scum!" yelled the Punisher as he turned the barrel to the computer and pulled the trigger. The loud cackling bullets penetrated the laptop, immediately destroying it.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Mar 1, 2013 3:48:26 GMT -5
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Sage smirked under the mask, he never got tired of people's reactions to his lack of a face. This stern gun toting man stepped back. Question only laughed lightly at his inquiries. A ski mask is only effective for those who bear facial features. Sage currently had none. "Who Indeed" He retorted in an almost mechanical fashion, having responded like that some many times to the same exact question it spewed forth like clock work.
"Wasn't trying to hide" Q spoke keeping his calm as the man seemed to grow angrier almost instantly. Question was unamused that the man could not tell that he had no connection to the mob. Mobsters like to show their face in public. "Perhaps if you would ask the right questions you would get the answer your looking for, clearly I'm not intimidated by the guns a blazin' tactic"
The human enigma kept still and unmoving even when the man destroyed the laptop, there was no longer a use for it anyways, he was doing Vic a favor by destroying it. Everything he needed was now tucked away in a hidden pocket pocket of his trench coat. He would decipher it later at his apartment. "Now that was uncalled for..." His voice sarcastic in tone as he spoke, though Question quickly sprang into action when the gun was lowered. Though all the while keeping his hands in his pockets. He did not intend to harm the guy, Dis arm him. There was no way he was going to trust a man who without even knowing Question's true nature placed a gun in his face.
With a quick side step, Vic placed a foot on the muzzle of the Carbine, then planted his other foot into the side of the weapon. Bearing all the intention of kicking the weapon away from the man's grasp.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 2:44:08 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitThe soldier in Frank revealed itself as his anger and frustration grew to a high extent. This man that stood before him had to have been either stupid or desperate. It was a good thing Frank had been in the neighborhood, or else this man would've gotten away with the bank robbery. "Wasn't trying to hide...Perhaps if you would ask the right questions you would get the answer your looking for, clearly I'm not intimidated by the guns a blazin' tactic" spoke the faceless man as he continued standing with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. Punisher gritted his teeth at the response. This wasn't no ordinary man, because the weaker type would've pissed their pants. This mystery man was either stupid and overconfident or he was planning something.
After the laptop had been blown away to bits by his M4, Punisher revealed a wide smirk. "Now that was uncalled for..." Maybe this would've ruined the faceless man's little unknown plan he'd seemed to have been concocting whilst at gunpoint. With sudden quickness and unexpectedness, the Question had swiftly placed a foot at the end of the muzzle of his gun. Before the Punisher could pull the trigger, the other foot of the man came overboard kicking the M4 straight out of his hands. The rifle fell stories to the hard gravel down below. "That was expensive!" yelled the Punisher as he threw multiple hard jabs at the man's blank face gritting his teeth. Frank wasn't going to let this joke of a man defeat him, not ever!
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Mar 3, 2013 3:36:30 GMT -5
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Question only chuckled lightly to himself at the man's proclamation about the gun. Boys and their toys, real men had no need for guns. "So was that computer" He popped off before leaning back to dodge the series of wild punches. Never making an offensive move against Frank. His hands still kept in his pockets. Granted this man was built much larger then he was, armed to the teeth and then some. It would matter not if he let his anger get the better of him.
"You know"He started up again after dodging the first punch by leaning back, "I'm starting to wonder" He was cut off again by the follow up to which he leaned to the side crossing his leg back behind the other to keep his balance. "If you ever stopped" Yet again cut off by another violent, powerful punch from this man in black. This time it was just easier to duck then any thing else. "To think that we're out here doing the same thing" The Faceless man finally finished his sentence and stood tall yet again. However it would not be without some form of childish revenge.
All the while the Question's movements had been planned and building up to this point. As he had moved and ducked, his shoes had been shifting the gravel around them into a pile large enough to use to his advantage. With one twist of his foot to the side, Question used the inside of his foot to propel the gravel bits and dirt upwards towards Frank's face.
"Now Chill out for a moment"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 16:02:01 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitFrank Castle was a man on a mission. New York City's mobsters had been flushed out because of him, but Gotham city happened to be new territory. Gotham mobsters would've expanded their illegal activity and firefights through the city of New York if nobody were to stop them. Frank refused to let this happen, even if it meant him facing his demise. He simply didn't have anything to live for, nor nothing to lose. No matter what happened Frank knew he would lie in his grave peacefully, whenever his mission had been accomplished. Castle continued to grit his teeth, as every single one of his punches had been dodged. "I'm starting to wonder... If you ever stopped.... To think that we're out here doing the same thing" spoke the man as Frank threw more punches, aiming for his face. If a black eye or a busted lip weren't going to do the trick, then maybe it would've had more of an effect on his brain.
Suddenly, the man had began kicking gravel into the air, releasing a cloud of white dust. The gravel flew at Frank's face causing him to stop the attack. He rubbed his eyes, trying hard to pry his eye-lids open so he could see whether an attack awaited him, but instead he received more words. "Now Chill out for a moment!" exclaimed the odd character. Frank, wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his leather trench coat. Even though the man was waving a white flag and Punisher had stopped his attacks, it still didn't mean he could trust the faceless man that stood before him. "So what the hell are you doing on the roof of this bank?" asked Frank as he glared at the man's blank face.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Mar 3, 2013 23:09:40 GMT -5
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The faceless man rolled his shoulders, never removing his hands from his pockets. Question was pleased, this man finally came to reason. He gave the man time to collect himself, allowing time to wipe the dust from his face. Some time it just too a little bit of roughness to get to a sense-able point for conversation. Pulling a gun was doing nothing of the sort, it only escalated the situation.
"How do you think all the heroes get their information on mob transfers and when they are planed? Some, yes go about it the hard way. Or some come to people like me. I never leave without my answers." He spoke rather calmly for a man who was just required to disarm his rather armored advisory. "I simply hard-lined into the banks mainframe to check for large plots of money being transfered from one point in the globe to another or in this case, disappearing of the grid entirely. The Question paused for a moment before pulling his right hand out of his pocket revealing the flash drive that contained the information in context before replacing it.
"Why do you think I sacrificed the lap top? You did me a favor. " He commented lightly before continuing. " Now I know how and where to hit this new head of the Falcone family where it hurts. Giving the others time to take one mob family down before moving on to the others of the city, Sionis, Maronie, Dent. Catching where I'm going?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 0:06:26 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfitWith tensions slowly decreasing, Frank wanted to hear what the man had to say. He spoke the right words, at a very good time. He still kept his guard up, and still carried his two Glock 19 pistols in his holster around his waistband if he were to try anything. Frank never enlisted his trust in anyone, even if the the person meant no harm. He just couldn't bring himself to trust anybody anymore, especially after the tragedy. "How do you think all the heroes get their information on mob transfers and when they are planned? Some, yes go about it the hard way. Or some come to people like me. I never leave without my answers." Frank nodded at his words, but started walking towards the edge of the roof. The gravel beneath his feet, crumbled beneath him every step that he took. He then placed his hands upon the cold brick, and looked out into the city as the man continued speaking.
"I simply hard-lined into the banks mainframe to check for large plots of money being transfered from one point in the globe to another or in this case, disappearing of the grid entirely." Frank wanted to smack his forehead multiple times. He would've shot this man dead, because of his own arrogance and pride. They were obviously after the same thing, but Castle still couldn't bare himself to trust him. "Why do you think I sacrificed the lap top? You did me a favor... Now I know how and where to hit this new head of the Falcone family where it hurts. Giving the others time to take one mob family down before moving on to the others of the city, Sionis, Maronie, Dent. Catching where I'm going?" Punisher quickly turned back to the faceless man with a bit of shock in his eyes. The man had named off all the names that he was after. He still had a hard time trying to contemplate whether the man was looking at him or the other way. "You mentioned the name of Falcone... What type of information do you have on the family?" asked the Punisher with quick interest in what he had to say. This man would've been a valuable asset to him, one that would've lead him to the doorstep of the mobster's mansions. It would've taken time for him to trust this man, but Frank was still the type to sleep with an eye open.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Mar 6, 2013 19:15:38 GMT -5
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Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud Alright, so the man was intelligent, now this Vic could work with. Question could visibly see the man starting to relax, that was a good thing there was no need for such tension between them when they were both trying to do the same damn thing for the city. Question on the other had did not move when the man crossed the roof to look over the sky line or mentally berate himself for his actions. Though it seemed something that Vic had said seemed to strike a nerve within the man as he sharply turned around. He was indeed watching him, had been the whole time.
"Financially, Everything, where the money is coming from, who its going to, whats been done in the past with it. Addresses, phone numbers. With that. I can find out anything you want to know about that family or any of them in general. " He spoke once again in the same stoic tone as before hand.
Answer me this though, Why are they of importance to you? What are you intentions. You see, I would not just hand this information over to anyone." hopefully the fellow could understand where the Question was coming from.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 19:07:15 GMT -5
----------------------------------- outfit'Okay the blank face is creeping me the hell out!' thought Punisher as he looked at a face full of nothing. The man looked like a wannabee of Sherlock Holmes, because of the way he was dressed. His brown trench coat stood out, along with his brown bowler hat. The man looked like a detective, or a Private Investigator of some sort. Even though the two seemed to find a mutual agreement, Frank was still lacking the trust. Either this man had been feeding him whatever he wanted to hear, or his information was legit. Whatever it was, the Punisher continued to keep his guard up if the man were to pull a gun on him from behind. "Financially, Everything, where the money is coming from, who its going to, whats been done in the past with it. Addresses, phone numbers. With that. I can find out anything you want to know about that family or any of them in general. " Punisher nodded at the man's words. He wanted to reveal a smirk, but he held it back just in case he wouldn't offend the faceless man that stood before him. This man was exactly the right person he'd been looking for. He needed an inside source in Gotham, one that knew his shit.
The man that he'd previously held at gunpoint, would've been quite useful for his attempt to hunt down the mobsters that would've leaked their businesses to the state of New York City. With New York City's mobsters already flushed out, it wouldn't have surprised him one bit that Gotham's would've picked up the pieces. Before Frank could speak, the Question spoke over him. Answer me this though, Why are they of importance to you? What are you intentions. You see, I would not just hand this information over to anyone." Frank had underestimated the man's intelligence, but he'd shown some as soon as the questions left his mouth. "I'm here in your city to stop the Falcone family... along with the laundry list of names you'd mentioned. Dominique Falcone has reportedly been pipelining her illegal activity through Queens... That's a big no no" stated Frank as he knelt to the ground to retrieve the destroyed lap top. He then stood back up and tossed the destroyed computer at the man, seeing if he would catch it.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Apr 3, 2013 19:40:19 GMT -5
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Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud Luckily for Frank, The Question's information was hardly wrong on matters like this. However other things it was on the side of questionable as to its validity. Charlie had always been a straight forward kinda guy, there was no need to beat around the bush in either of this lines of work. Investigative journalism or Faceless Vigilante. Vic took in the man's body language, obviously he was pleased with what sources he could provide to Frank.
It seemed that their intentions were one in the same, just as their methods or rather ideals on the matter matched almost point for point. Almost. He chuckled lightly at the comment about his city, this was not his city. He had cleaned it up for the time being, they didn't need him right now, but should they ever. Question would be there.
"Gotham isn't my city, I'm just visiting."
Question caught the computer with out even moving too much, his arm shot up like a snake and caught it. "This is not my city, its Batman's but he hasn't exactly been doing a good job at keeping it clean has he? Not that his sidekicks haven't been trying." he paused for a moment and dropped the laptop to the ground for the time being, it was of no use to him. There is a lot you need to learn about the rouges here before you go busting into their hide outs, the Falcone's yeah you can just bust in guns blazing. But tango with someone like Jonathan Crane or the Joker and there will be hell to pay on your part. Both employ dangerous means of psychological warfare along with their own strengths."
If this guy wanted to survive in Gotham he was going to need some help. In fact Question could use some help for once in trying to do what Bruce could not. "Just because I dont have eyes, doesn't mean I cant see"
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