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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
We Don't even Need Aerosmith (Closed, Tag Nova)
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 1, 2012 20:03:54 GMT -5
"Pastrami? Nice choice." Richard nodded appreciatively. "Do you still do those ones with fried eggs inside? I would love one of those right now." The manager, Benny, Richard thought his name was, nodded and set to work making the sandwiches. If Richard's was heated, that would be the epitomy of sandwichy awesomeness. Nothing in the universe could beat the feeling of biting down into a nice toasty roll, and letting the egg yolk spurt into his mouth, giving the bread flavour, made even nicer by the heat of the toasted roll. Pure bliss.
In time, he was presented with two sandwiches. One of them, he could tell, was his. It was steaming, and wrapped in a napkin. He had to be careful with this one. A slight increase in pressure, and the yolk could explode, ruining the sandwich before it could be eaten. "Awesome. Keep the change." he said as his companion forked over the money. "Well, Powergirl, I'll see you on a rooftop!" He levitated lightly above the ground, much to the general amazement of the crowd. He floated backwards out of the door, still holding his sandwich, passing Powergirl hers as he flew higher and higher until he found a decent flat rooftop to sit on and dangle his feet over. No-one was looking, particularly. Richard felt safe enough to remove his helmet. And that's exactly what he did. Hey, it's not like anyone would be looking for him up here.
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You should get a girlfriend.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 1, 2012 20:40:32 GMT -5
In retrospect, this was a very bad idea. She is used to being a few hundred feet above crowds, not in the midst of them. Sure there are people who've gotten plenty of photo opportunities in the past, but this was pushing the envelope. When she heard the snap of a camera behind her, it was everything she could do to keep from breaking it. When her sandwich is given to her, she too lifts into the air, a little after Nova does. As he leaves, so does she, but he's ahead of her. Perhaps slightly out of ear shot when she turns to the crowd to say;
"Actually, I'm not his girlfriend, I'm gay and you should be careful who you whisper around, we Krytponian's can hear very well."
She smirked as she flew away, the crowd seemed pretty tickled at the statement, video cams on cells were rolling, pictures being snapped. Powergirl flew away and followed Nova to the roof top, and as she went, she spoke in a semi-business tone.
"Nico you got the mac addresses to all those phones right? Think you can hack them and remove my - "
Nico was already in the process of doing just that. Ever since he got this job as Powergirl's side kick, he's been doing everything he can to protect her identity. In truth, he is one of the larger reasons she is so well protected, any digital evidence that's upload is mysteriously edited with smudges or blurring, or deleted entirely, rumors circulate that Powergirl simply can't -be- photographed. Well it's half true.
"Way ahead of you peej, enjoy the lunch, sounds delicious. Think I might order some thai."
Karen just smiles as she flies closer to Nova, then lands next to him and proceeds to eat her sandwich. She's surprised to see him just take his helmet off. She is a delicate eater, her mannerisms are all very girlish in their style and grace. Dainty is a good word for it.
"Surprized to see you with the helmet off, Nova. Figured you'd have mask under there or something."
He was handsome, but off the cuff she couldn't remember any heroes that weren't beautiful in their own ways. Then again, Karen isn't a vain person that objectifies beauty. It didn't much matter, she's gay, she's mostly just admiring his appearance. She does this to every body. Most people do.
She takes a bite, it's good.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 2, 2012 11:44:35 GMT -5
"A mask behind a mask? That's paranoid, even for me." Richard laughed, taking a bite of the sandwich. He caught a bit of the egg white before the yolk. Still tasted nice, though. "And it's not like anyone would try to look for me up here." No other superheroes, or even supervillains, knew who he really was, or that this was his home. His identity was safe for the time being. Yet another bite of the sandwich. This time, he bit into the yolk, and it came flooding out, soaking the bread with eggy goodness. He made a very satisfied noise. "Mmmmm....that's brilliant!" he grinned. This was probably the best sandwich he had eaten for a long time.
"You know, there are sandwiches, and then there's Benny's sandwiches." he said to his friend. Though he would be nagged by the Worldmind to stop more crimes, he wanted to take this time out. Just to look over the city and see what he called home. The great city skyline dominated his view. He sighed, and took another bite. "Home. It's not much, but it's home." That brought a smile to his face. Though he actually had jurisdiction across the whole galaxy as a hero, he felt that his heart would always belong here. He remembered how bad he felt when he left to join the Nova Corps, and how that hole in his heart was filled when he came back home. However bad his life may have been, he was at home.
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You should get a girlfriend.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 2, 2012 13:20:43 GMT -5
Karen felt a similar sentiment about this city. New York was her home now and had been for quite some time. She enjoyed being the only really big name in super hero work around the city and had done a lot in her time to clean it up. It had been a mixture of Gotham and Metro in terms of corruption and illegal activity. Now it's filled to the brim with heroes. Spider-man, Iron Man, the Avengers, the X-men and now this guy.
"Well, it was just a guess. People get weird about secret identities. I wish I didn't have to keep mine. I'm on the fence about it, since I understand the Pros and Cons of it. This guy, Iron Man...Tony Stark, you heard of him? Probably...He seems to get along just fine, his company is a lot bigger than mine is though. I should probably meet with him some time and ask him how he gets along without a secret identity."
Her facial expression is a mixture between inspired and sort of down trodden as she explains her feelings on the virtues of the mask, it's kind of clear she envies his freedom. Part of the reason she went through so many secret identities before settling on and keeping her current was the simple fact that she didn't like the idea of hiding who she is. She isn't two people, she simply can't imagine acting that way. but protecting people close to her is also important.
Meanwhile, her lunch partner is currently having a mouthgasm over his food, Karen's barely touched hers, food doesn't interest her much when her brains working in over load, but the sandwich IS good. They're on two different wavelengths of thought, Karen recognizes this and decides to switch gears down to something less ... savvy.
"You must really like sandwiches, I'm a pizza kind of girl myself. I love good Pizza soooo much."
She said, dipping down out of her cloud of philosophy into a more normal realm of thought, such as the simple pleasures of eating good food in good company. Her voice and facial expressions follow suit, changing from fretful and hopeful to down right awed at the prospect of good pizza. It's clear she can be as primal as her companion, when given the right frame of mind.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 2, 2012 18:41:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know Stark. Pretty much everyone knows Stark. He announced his identity on the news a while ago. I watched the whole thing." Richard said in between mouthfuls. Stark did like to draw attention to himself, he thought. He supposed Iron Man was the only superhero who actually had a publicly known identity. Or the only one Richard knew of, at least. He was sure the WorldMind would correct him with some other superhero names. Maybe Benny from the sandwich bar was actually Captain America. Nah, he's sort of obese and has a mustache. Heck, for all Richard knew, that millionaire Bruce Wayne could be the guy who dresses like a bat he'd heard so much about. Again, it seemed like quite a stupid idea, so he kept it to himself. At the mention of pizza, Richard perked up again. He loved pizza too. If only certain kinds of pizza
"Pizza? Oh, man, I love pizza too." he said, leaning back on his hand, and using the other to hold his sandwich. "Sometimes, my friends and I get pizza after work. It's always a good, welcomed, treat." He was beginning to see some similarities between him and Powergirl. He couldn't help but wonder if they had experienced similar life events. He had never heard of a planet called Krypton before. He put that down to it either not being in his jurisdiction, or that it had appeared when the universes had merged.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 2, 2012 20:26:32 GMT -5
PG was enjoying a bite from her sandwich while Nova went on about Stark and Pizza. This guy's conversational skills were pretty terrible, but she couldn't expect every super hero to be a genius. She is reminded more and more of Booster Gold. The guy had heart, she could give him that, but he was a real idiot sometimes. Still, she had learned her lesson about underestimating people because of their apparent intelligence. Before any of them, Booster knew something was wrong, and if they'd listened to him, a lot of pain could've been avoided.
"Pizza is so delicious, my favorite is this place over on 78th and Fulton called Geiseppie's Pizza. It's the best Pizza in the world, and let me tell you, I have eaten pizza at a lot of different places."
She smirked casually, it's true though, she prefered to think of herself as an almost Pizza connoisseur. WHich is funny to think about, but Powergirl is a funny girl. She prides herself on her comical nature. Not quite as intense as Supergirl, not quite as dead pan as Superman, she's her own person.
"So Nova...Mind if I pry a bit? I'm curious about your origins."
She crosses her legs effeminately, and sexily, as she turns a little to face him, her sandwich wrapped neatly in its wrapper in one hand with a napkin ready in the other to quickly dab away any excess that might lead to a mess. The last thing she wants is a bit of mayo dripping from the sandwich onto her cleavage. That would just be awkward and weird.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 3, 2012 7:41:07 GMT -5
"Origin story? I don't know..." Richard said, frowning a little bit. Though he wanted to trust this person, he wasn't sure. Was she prying a bit too much? He didn't really feel so. After all, he'd helped out with a big space rock that could have destroyed the Earth. Not the most common way to make friends, he had to admit, but it was a way nonetheless. He didn't have that many friends in the wider superhero community. This could be a chance to get in there and get in touch with other superheroes. Others like him. Well, not like him exactly, but had made similar life choices. And they seemed to be getting on well enough. Yes, he decided. He would tell her his origin.
"Alright, where to begin..." he said, looking up at the sky, thinking about where to begin. At the beginning was probably best. "I was, I think, at high school. I was abducted...no, that's not the right word...I was taken aboard an alien ship. There was, of course, an alien on board. Grey skin, long beard, and a costume sort of like mine. He gave me this energy thing..." To demonstrate his point, he lifted his hand, and some of the glowing blue Nova Force swirled around it. "...and then he died. So, I took up the life of a superhero for a while. My costume looked a little different, then." He remembered how awful it looked, compared to his current costume.
"After a month or so, I was whisked away to a planet called Xandar. Apparently I wasn't the only one with powers like this. They were called the Nova Corps. Sort of galactic peacekeepers. Had a big supercomputer, the Xandrian WorldMind. I stayed with them for a while, but I had get back to Earth. Never finished high school, see. Spent the next few years at the burger joint, and I thought I was going crazy because I kept hearing voices in my head. Then this other Xandrian comes along and tells me the Corps was wiped out. Apparently I had the entire Nova Force lying dormant inside me. Long story short, he tries to kill me and I incinerate him. Then I find out that the voice in my head is actually the WorldMind, and here I am." He polished off what remained of his sandwich. "Well, that's my story. What's yours?"
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 3, 2012 12:16:30 GMT -5
Karen listens to him and she can't really believe what she is hearing at first. It's almost comical. She nods though, as he explains, empathic as always. She continues noming her sandwich with girlish glee as he explains and goes through the motions. The display of the Nova Force was pretty neat.
"Ooo, Pretty!"
She squeeled in a girlish sort of way when he displayed his power. She liked pretty things, and it isn't often she gets to girl out and just clamor over said things, She's usually lost in some business deal or project at work, or saving people, or deleting solicitations from her eharmony.com account. The more he goes on though, the more Karen realizes the parallels between his Nova corps and the green Lantern corps.
"Hah...The Guardian's of the Univers are going to want to talk to their lawyers I think...Any ways, the universe I'm from has something like that Called the Green Lanterns, almost to the wire the same exact thing you described to me, I wonder what other Parallels there are between our two universes."
This was sort of unprecidented, considering thus far, it was unlikely many parallels had been noticed at all. There are parallels, but they are obscure, such as nova and the green lanterns, there is a being named gladiator some where out there from the same universe as Nova with all the powers of a kryptonian. Of course Karen doesn't know that, but there is it. Obscure. As for her Origin story, Karen isn't sure where to begin.
"Oh god, my story is long and messy, stretching across time and parallel dimensions...but maybe I can give you the cliff notes version, Basically I'm an alien, born on a planet that was destroyed....I was sent to earth...lived the first 16 years of my life in a simulation...My species, when exposed to yellow sun light, like sol up there...become very strong and invulnerable, as well as a bunch of other stuff...there's a wikia file online bout it, few years ago my cousin, a guy I look up to, named Superman, did an interview with Lois Lane and spilled the beans on it all."
This was cool, Karen thought, it wasn't often she got to sit and just talk with a person. Everybody had an ego, or something to prove, or some where to be, or some one to love. This guy seemed so humble and simple and sweet. She wonders if he has a girlfriend, not that she's interested herself, but she imagined it would be a shame if he didn't, he certainly deserves a nice girl to treat him right.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 3, 2012 15:13:51 GMT -5
"Gosh. Sounds....complex." Richard said, not knowing the half of it. "I can't imagine losing my planet." And yet, he'd seen it happen. He had observed an entire galaxy collapsing. He'd seen moons swallowed by entire planets. And Xandar. His thoughts wandered to the planet. Or rather, what now remained of the planet. He said he couldn't imagine losing a world, but it had happened to him. Not directly, but an entire species, an entire organisation had been all but wiped out. Richard's legacy was a clear demonstration of the fact that he and Powergirl were both the last of their kind. The only difference was his species were still alive. Though he had no idea how long they'd stay that way, what with the influx of super-powered criminals popping up around town. Would the human race destroy themselves? Such questions made Richard's head hurt. He was no philosopher, and preferred the simplicity of his existence.
"Wait a minute, did you say you're related to Superman?" Of course, Richard had heard of the Man of Steel. He was practically a legend in his own right. But still, he didn't want to impose anything on Powergirl. It might give her the wrong impression of him. Instead, he just smiled. That's pretty cool in itself.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 4, 2012 0:49:20 GMT -5
Powergirl laughed at how infectiously naive Richard was. Yeah she could see herself being friends with this guy. Now that her sandwich has been finished off, she leans back a bit, she crumples her wrapper up and throws it into the air, then turns it into particles of burnt crispy nothingness with her heat vision, a couple of red beams shoot from her eyes and then the wrapper vanishes. Presto-like magic.
"Yeah, I'm related, kind of...There's another girl here, named Supergirl, she and I are technically the same person, we're from different dimensions of the same universe. It's a long story how I wound up here though, one I'd rather save and tell in book form after I retire and tell everybody who I am."
That last part was mostly meant as a joke, there is a certain comical charisma to her telling, like she was implying as an old woman she'd have nothing better to do than sit around all day and write books of her adventures. Truth be told, Karen isn't even sure if she'll get old. Kal-L, her adoptive father from earth 2, her home earth, had been aging, but very very slowly. She guestimates she'll probably live to see a half century before finally kicking the bucket, maybe longer.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 4, 2012 11:15:10 GMT -5
Richard laughed at that. "Heh. I suppose that would be an interesting read." he added as his own little joke. "I suppose, being from this planet Krypton, your lifespan is probably longer than a human's." A lot of alien species out there were gifted with longevity, by a human's standard. In that sense, humans were kind of the runts of the galactic litter. It was a strange fate for Richard's species to suffer. Then again, humans had accomplished so much. In relative terms, at least. Richard took comfort in that. "I'd say the same, but people already know who I am." He didn't refer to them as aliens. They were people too.
"Nice shot, but I bet I do better." In the same fashion, he scrumpled up his sandwich wrapper and tossed it into the air. He stood up, extended his hand out, and let a blast of Nova Force fly at the wrapper. It made contact, and exploded. The wrapper burned up in midair, scattering ash on the unsuspecting civilians below. Richard sat back down, grinning broadly. "That was fun."
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 5, 2012 2:18:25 GMT -5
Karen was genuinely unsure how long she'd live, but she knew it would probably be longer than a human, but not because she's kryptonian, but because of the way her kryptonian physiology interacts with the sun.
"Hah, sometimes a little destruction can be fun, but only a little."
She was a little sad to see the left over particles from Nova's wrapper sprinkle down onto people, Karen had obliterated hers. There were left overs, but they were microscopic.
"I should probably get going...is there any way I can get in touch with you if I ever need your help?"
Karen hops up and stands on the ledge, she stretches her legs a little and grins, that was a nice lunch. She might've made it back to Starrware to make one of her appointments this afternoon, but she would rather make time to get acquainted with a new hero in her city.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 5, 2012 16:01:56 GMT -5
Contact him again? There were a couple of problems with that request. The first being: Richard didn't exactly know how to allow the rest of the galaxy to contact him. Usually, the Nova Corps command relayed jobs to him via his helmet. How did they know what was going on? The answer was, in fact, in his very head. Of course, the Xandrian worldmind would know. It knew practically everything. And Richard was most thankful for that. It told him that planets were given a key frequency and communication device especially for contacting the Nova Corps. The general rule was one per planet, but Richard was Nova Prime. He surely had the authority to bend the rules just a little bit. He certainly hoped he did.
"Here." He pressed on his forearm. The golden armour plate slid open, and a small red chip rose from the cavity. He extracted it and held his hand out to her delicately. "Take that, plug it into anything that can send a signal, and you can reach the Nova Corps on a secure line." It was a little intimate for a first meeting, but it was the best he had at the moment. "Well, I say reach the Nova Corps. It's just me, so you'll only get through to me." He laughed sheepishly.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 8, 2012 0:42:48 GMT -5
Karen was a little nervous about putting tech she didn't make or knew the origination of inside anything she had. She has a lot to lose and access to incredibly extensive and private databases, many of which are probably technically Illegal, thanks for that Batman. But she recognizes the gesture for what it is, and so when Nova offers her the chip, she smiles in awe and accepts it graciously.
"Wow, thank you very much Nova, I imagine this is something you do not give out very often."
Karen takes the chip and slides it into a small nearly hidden pocket she has on her cape, which is otherwise quite billowy and full of fluffyness, easily able to hold several pockets in concealment without to much stress.
"My primary communications run on an extremely high encryption frequency, but I have sort of a home base you can contact if you ever need me. The number is 908 555 3434, and you'll probably get my assistant, who runs the intel side of my ops. But don't worry, talking to him is like talking to me. It was greating meeting you Nova, I look forward to seeing you around New York more! Take care."
With that, Karen turns and begins to fly away. She's always happy to have more people on her side, especially nice guys like him. He's like a strange mix between Kyle, that green Lantern, and Jimmy, the guy Clark is best friends with.
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Post by Richard "Nova" Rider on Nov 9, 2012 17:32:22 GMT -5
"I suppose I don't, yeah." Richard agreed. "Most other planets have one. I thought Earth could do with one. So I'm giving it to you". He felt that he could trust Powergirl. Though he had no idea how she could have a pocket on that cape. Wouldn't everything fall out when she was flying? It didn't make sense, but then again, not much about this superhero business did. Not that he minded, of course. As long as he got to serve galactic justice. That was probably the best part of his job.
"I'm sure the WorldMind got most of those details down. I'll contact you when I can." he smiled. "It was nice to meet you too, Powergirl. And don't worry about me. I've got a supercomupter who has my back." He waved to her as he watched her fly away. "Alright, WorldMind. Next emergency." he said, taking to the sky himself and peeling away with supersonic speed.
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