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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
It Begins with a Bang (Open)
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Post by lawless on Jul 13, 2012 18:37:10 GMT -5
Standing in line, there was but one thought in her head. It invaded every orifice of her mind and soul and it made her hunger for the choices that could lead in either direction. Cinnamon Pie... or Cinnamon Bun. The line behind her was growing restless and impatient. She could feel their trepidation on her making the wrong choice and she wasn't going to let her down. Usually her 'earthshattering' decisions lasted only a couple moments, however... this one had taken up a full 20 minutes. At least half of most peoples lunch hours. After much deliberation and a consul with the person making the food who's words of 'Hurry the fuck up' were quite helpful.
In the end she went with neither, as no one man should have ALL that power. She made her way towards the nearest least occupied table and sat down. Looking up from her meal, she noted a young man playing hard to get with one of the prettier girls in the mall... Zoe was her name. Nice girl, bit soft in the head, vicious temper... smelled of elderberries. Never a good sign. She bit into her Carrot and began surveying the room. According to the clocks on the wall, she had caused at least... 3/4ths of the people trying to get to class to be late. A risk they all would take, to protect her rights.
With a mother's smile, she turned back to her food and continued eating, while reading through her class assigned literature. It really was a page turner. The rascally foil to Sam-I-Am's character was refusing Sam's offering of Green Eggs and Ham... yet she knew at the end, peace would be the only option. In her eagerness to finish the story, she bit into the carrot far too hard and sent it's juicy bounty all over the table. Unknowingly she kept going with her tale, reaching the page about boxes and foxes. Dr. Seuss was a genius.
OH! Another brilliant deflection from the creature, though Sam had studied his Bonetti. His defense was sound and persistent. She admired his courage, no matter how fool hardy it was to think the dog creature would... Inconceivable! As she turned the page she came upon the image of the dog creature tasting one of Sam's eggs and ham. Oh the whiplash her emotions were feeling at this moment could not be measured on the Richter Scale. This was damn fine writing, better than some modern writers. It was lunch time and she was reading out in the courtyard, with a great bloody view of the city around her.
It would be a shame if something bad happened out here to these nice people.. She might just be that bad thing.. who knows? Cause she sure as sh*t didn't. Maybe she could go over to the Apple Store... she did need a new phone. And a new wallet.. maybe she should rob an Apple Bank. But she didn't like macintosh... oh dear.
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Post by grayson on Jul 13, 2012 18:56:17 GMT -5
Dick impatiently looked at his watch, tapping his foot. He'd been waiting in this unmoving line now for.... 20 minutes. Really? Twenty minutes? Who took that long to decide on their food? Plus, there was only so long he could stand in one place before somebody started to recognize him, despite the shades he was wearing. He wasn't even supposed to be in Metropolis right now. But he'd had business with Supes as Nightwing, and now he just wanted something to eat before heading back home.
He leaned to the side, trying to get a glance at the person up front, just as she moved out of the line and off to a table. Finally. He studied her over his shades for a moment. She wasn't that bad looking. Pretty damn attractive actually, if a bit simple looking, and maybe a bit on the younger side of his preferences. He smiled as the line started moving again.
Ordering a small burger and fries once he had reached the front of the line, he paid quickly in cash (credit cards would force him to sign his name and then there'd be no way he'd get a chance to eat his meal). He took the tray and looked around for a spot to eat. The only relatively free table just so happened to be the one the girl from earlier sat at. Figured. Filling his cup with soda from the fountain machine, he walked over to the table.
Before he actually announced his presence, he glanced at the book she was reading. Green Eggs and Ham? A children's book? Wow, they didn't come much simpler than this girl, did they. Moving over to the other side of her and into her line of sight, he gave a warm smile. "Hello there. Mind if I sit here? Mall's pretty crowded today."
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Post by psychoscissor98 on Jul 13, 2012 19:34:43 GMT -5
He moved into line, both hands in his pockets. Today was one of those days where he didn't really feel like gelling his hair up into a full blown wavy mohawk. It was one of those lazy days where he just felt like parting it to one of the shaved sides on his head. He did need to get a pair of sunglasses soon though, the sun was bright enough as it is without the numerous triple D-Cupped bimbos running around.
Two people were ahead of him, going down to one. The fat bastard that left with his big mac and fries waddled out of line, his entire body shaking like an entire mountain of jello. Then there was the skinny bitch directly in front of him. Glasses, brown hair in a pony tail, jogging pants. Typical feminist dyke if he ever saw one. They were always a bitch to get in bed with, now that he thought about it.
"Do you have any low fat salad?"the woman had asked the cashier,"I'm on a diet."
"Who the fuck goes to McDonalds on a diet?!"he thought to himself,"That's deffinitely some weird ass denial I've certainly never heard of!"
"All we have are standard salads, ma'am."the cashier replied
"Could you check to make sure please?"the woman asked, hands placed firmly on her hips, her tone mirroring her annoyance to the situation
"Oh for fuck..."he muttered to himself
It was too god damn early in the afternoon for him to be screwing around like this. Granted, he never claimed to be a patient individual, but when there were chicken nuggets on the line, he never screwed around.
He looked around, making sure no one else was really looking. A few people walked by, some playing with their cellphones. It was good to live in the digital age. Everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing. Even the cashier had gone back to ask his manager about the salad situation.
He pulled up his index finger, and touched the tip of the woman's pony tail. He activated a small spark of radiation, causing the woman's hair to burst into flames at the tip. The shit hadn't hit the fan yet until he bright the same hand he used to ignite her hair, slapped her firmly on the rear and said,"Oh my god, your hair is on fire!! RUN!!"
It took a second to register, but the woman eventually ran away screaming when she finally realized her hair had mysteriously burst into flames. Several people around the area watched in confusion and shock as the woman ran off to find a water source.
"That's right, run those punds off, you dumb bitch..."he muttered to himself, heading to the counter, snapping his fingers to grab the cashier's attention, who had watched in horror at the woman who ran away
"So yeah,"he began,"I'll take an order of twenty nuggs, large fries, and a diet coke...and the fries better be fresh, or it'll be your ass on the frie-alator."
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Post by lawless on Jul 13, 2012 20:23:44 GMT -5
Turning the page with bated breath, almost hoping that Seuss had given the world a happy ending, she heard a voice call out to her from the ether. Looking up from her book, her eyes settled on a young man. Attractive... carrying greasy food. Either he wanted the D... or he needed somewhere to sit. My minding of your presence wouldn't be a big deterrent would it? It's either you sit there... or you crop yourself up in a corner, legs crossed and trying not to be trampled by the hungry masses. Which meant 'yes' in Cynthian. Her light italian accent wafted in easily in her words, cropping up in places and vanishing in others like a child at play. She bit into her carrot again and went back to her book. She had lost her place and had to start over two entire pages earlier.. to try and recapture some of the dramatic tension she felt.
A worthy cause yet ultimately a failed one, as when she reached the final page of the book, she couldn't help but think that her initial reaction had she not been bothered by the odd gentleman would've been much better and more appreciative of the lovely story. Closing the book and sliding it into her satchel she finished her carrot, twirling the leaf on her finger with perfect balance. She had a full 36 minutes before she had to get back to derping around the streets and she couldn't handle another book right now.. the suspense of not knowing what happened at the end would literally drive her mad on the way home. She smoothed out the skirt on her outfit and adjusted her bottle cap necklace. Sometimes it got a bit too tight around her neck and started cutting into it. Which was cool and all, but.. she kinda needed to breathe.
She'd hope to purchase a fez next but.. she could only dream. Suddenly realizing that the man was still there she gasped in shock and dropped her cup of soda before smiling and turning towards him. So... are you a mutant? You don't smell like one... but you're pretty. Her gaze danced to her right as she came upon an odd sight. There was a person.. and he had lit a woman's hair on fire. Not that she had seen him do it... but there were context clues everywhere. Slapping her empty cup down on the table, she pushed over her chair and stormed her way over to the man who committed the evil deed. She stood beside him and made a loud 'Ahem' sound. She was going to verbally abuse him for being so insensitive to that woman. She wasn't going to censor herself or hold back on the insults.
Excuse me sir... stop burning people, please. That oughta learn him. When the girl behind the counter came back with his food, she grabbed all of the fries and shoved them in her mouth. Taking a few bites she gagged and spit a few out. Ugh... these are stale! She could really use something to dr... ooh a coke.
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Post by grayson on Jul 13, 2012 20:38:12 GMT -5
Dick took a seat on the opposite side of the table, gathering that this girl's answer had been a yes. She was quite interesting, a bit on the odd side though, he thought as he watched her return to reading her book. He munched on his fries, not really feeling that hungry anyway. Why had he ordered food? He'd started out hungry, he supposed, but now he just wasn't feeling it.
Blinking a bit in surprise when the girl dropped her soda, he went back to studying her. She was a bit... distracted he'd have to say, putting it mildly. And it was a bit off putting. But he could stand her company while he ate, at least.
"Mutant?" Dick's mind mulled over the word. He didn't know of any mutants. Was that part of something that had sprung up with that weird phenomena a while ago? He recalled Bats mentioning something about new super-powered people whose powers sprang from their DNA. "No, I'm human. And thank you for the compliment." Human, yes. Powerless? Not in some senses of the word, but he wasn't going to share that.
He was about to ask if she was a mutant, when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He snapped his sharp gaze to the food line just in time to watch a man light a woman's hair on fire. He immediately frowned. Abusing your powers just to get in the front of line was certainly not a good excusing for terrorizing innocent people. Dick was about to intervene when he received another surprise as the girl stood up and went over to him instead.
Dick watched curiously, absently munching on his fries. He was quite interested to see what these two people would do, but he was ready to jump up if it was needed. So he took a moment to study the man instead. He was always doing that. Studying people, faces, places, making sure he knew what was going on wherever he was, so he could be prepared for anything at a moment's notice. A lesson he'd learned quite well from Batman.
A smile crept across his face. The girl, who he still had not learned a name from, was interesting to say the least. Not much of a threat in her words, but it would throw any normal man off just by hearing her speak them, he was quite sure of that.
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Post by psychoscissor98 on Jul 13, 2012 20:49:56 GMT -5
He waited patiently for his food. He started to pull out a cigar from his black sleevless vest, when he felt someone tap on his shoulders."Huh, didn't think she'd be that fast..."
He glanced over, only to find it wasn't the woman who's hair he had lit on fire. Instead, he found a much more attractive woman, who had apparently seen him light the previous woman's hair on fire. He would've played it smooth with the girl, but he was hungry. That was one of his most important rules he ever made for himself: 'Never fork on an empty stomach....unless you'll be doing some food play later on.'
"Beat it girl scout, I didn't light nobody's hair on fire."he said as calmly as he could
The cashier had just come back with his order of food. It smelled good. His arteries were clogging just from the smell; just the way he liked it. He started to make a grab for the bag, when the girl behind him had reached into his food bag, pulled out his fries and scarfed them all down in her mouth.
In truth, he could've done without the fries, since this particular McDonalds never seemed to get the fries right, but those were his friggen fries. They cost like two full bucks for a large size, not including the rest of the food one normally has with it.
He pulled out one of his cigars from his vest's pocket, placed it in his mouth, and lit the tip of it with the palm of his hand. A few puffs after, he blew the smoke in the girl's face, grabbed the cigar with his fingers and calmly said,"As stupid as you are...You're lucky you were born with a gully hole and not a cock and balls....otherwise you'd know how it feels to be stuck in a microwave."
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Post by lawless on Jul 13, 2012 21:20:07 GMT -5
A Human... she had never met a human before. Not counting all the other human's she had met. He was very rude however. Extremely disrespectful and non-appreciative of the people around him. She calls him pretty, great. Yes wondrous... and he says 'thank you'. Where was the compliment back? Where was the pointless conversation and gratification of people's ego's? It was like he had never held a conversation with a woman before! She would've given him a proper thrashing but someone told her not to. She couldn't see who was speaking to her.. she just knew that the voice told her to deal with the fire man.
Isn't it weird that when you say Fire Man... you're pronouncing Man appropriately.. but when you say Fireman you give the 'A' a different sound.. She mentioned it off hand to the man sitting with her before she was whisked off to go deal with the.. Girl Scout!? How perfectly insulting. While that burn may be appropriate, I saw you attack that woman! All because you wanted some bloody Nuggets... you know what?
She raised her hand, curled it into a fist. Quickly uncurled it and then slapped his bag of food behind the counter. You can take your clever slang terms, your cheap haircut and your microwaves and shove em up your ass. She understood that would be a physical impossibility as most people's sphincters couldn't hold anything larger than... oh about 5 to 7 inches. They'd need to be pre-stretched and that would just detract from the time most people had to get on with the finger points of their day.
Now she didn't expect him to be a fan of ass play... but he was an asshole... not literally though. Being mean to mean people came with too many complications of the mind. She hated it. Can I buy you lunch to make up for any discrepancies between us? Do you like carrots? She dug in her satchel and pulled one out, offering it up to him. Except of course the carrot was lined with cyanide and arsenic and a veritable grab bag of illegal things... actually now she wanted it. How about a nice low fat salad instead? She said between chomping down on her carrot.
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Post by psychoscissor98 on Jul 13, 2012 21:40:13 GMT -5
Oh well, he still had some nuggets at least. That is, he thought he had some nuggets, but the girl had just slapped the bag they were in right off the counter and somehwere beneath the deep fryer vats. He wanted to bitch slap her right then and there. Girl or not, he wasn't going to take shit from anyone.
Just as he wrapped his lips around his cigar again, and brought up his fists ready to fight her, she offered him a carrot. A literal fucking carrot. In a way, he thought it was cute in a sort of 'football helmet wearing bimbo' kind of way.
With his index finger, he pushed against the carrot and caused it to turn black and start to burn. Smoke coming out of the hole his finger had made, leaving the inside of the vegetable hollow. Just to make sure the message took, he slapped the carrot right out of her hand, sending it over to nearby table where some punk pretty boy with black hair was sitting, who seemed to be watching the whole thing.
"Stick around kid,"he called out to the person,"You ain't seen nothing yet!"
He aimed at the girl's forehead with his index finger, pointing it as if it were a gun. A cocky smirk slid across his lips as he took a long draw from the cigar, and used his free hand to take it out of his mouth.
"Last chance to step away."he said, his smirk dissolved into a serious glare, showing how bright his green eyes were in the light,"Unless you really want to whistle through a hole in your head from now on...."
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Post by grayson on Jul 13, 2012 21:54:18 GMT -5
Dick watched the whole exchange. It was quickly getting out of hand though. Much quicker than he would have expected, just based off his first impression of the girl alone. But then, she really didn't seem to understand the situation she was in, or getting herself into. Her reactions were completely off-kelter. Seriously, what was she thinking? Was she even thinking at all?
He watched as they exchanged words, as the girl slapped the bag off the counter, and then offer the guy a carrot. A carrot, of all things. That's when he began to get the notion that he'd probably have to intervene soon. This guy, who clearly had powers of some kind, was getting way too aggravated for comfort.
With the comment that had been directed at him, Dick frowned. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd done to get the ire from him, but at this point he supposed the guy was just mad at everything and everyone. And him watching their fight intently through his shades probably wasn't helping.
The finger point was the last straw it took. Dick was up out of his chair in a heartbeat, silently making his way over to the two. He quickly grabbed the guy's wrist in a deceptively strong grip, pointing it away from the girl.
"No need to get violent," Dick said, flashing his usual charming smile. He was trying to calm the situation down, mostly because he wasn't even sure if the girl would have recognized her danger and stepped away. "I think things may have gotten a bit out of hand, yes? No need to blow holes in people's heads."
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Post by lawless on Jul 13, 2012 22:14:27 GMT -5
Now when the situation should've been defused. Brought down to a calm... and polite level. He took his Heavy Finger Gun Hand... thing and burned her carrot up! Not the good way that she liked it.. it wasn't steamed.. he bloody roasted it! Turned it into a burnt carrot! She could've just said Burnt from the start... that one was on her. Then he pointed the weapon at her forehead. She didn't shiv.. she wasn't afraid of finger guns. It'd be impossible for me to whistle out of my forehead hole, stupid! The sheer mechanics of that working would be impossible! That's how she knew he was bluffing.
Reaching her hand into her sweater pouch, she did rest her grip around her butterfly knife. Not that she needed it, seeing as Pretty had come in to save her.. but she still liked to feel strapped. It's his fault. Running around burning people, spiking his hair.. listening to rock and roll! That wasn't the right third option... but it flowed well with the whole spike hair option. The line had been held up immensely by these three people bothering everyone else. The mall had taken the chance to call in a few security guards. Perfect.. she loved a good party. Gentlemen... I think it's time we mosey.. That was when she felt a guard's hand on her shoulder. Grabbing his arm she threw her hips up and tossed him over her shoulder.
She may have looked like she weighed 100 pounds... but being able to manipulate your cells meant for some damn fine feats of strength. Inciting a panic, assaulting an officer, Property Damage... Can we leave please? Jail tastes terrible.. and I don't like that kind of thing. She pulled her hood over her head and got closer to Dick. He was her legal guardian until all of this was over.
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Post by psychoscissor98 on Jul 13, 2012 22:37:54 GMT -5
She started to call his bluff; big mistake. If there was one thing out of the thousands of things that pissed him off, it was people who called his bluff. Unfortunately, in this case he had been bluffing, but that was no excuse for her to get cocky. That was his shtick after all.
He brought his hand down from her face, and got ready to smack her, when pretty boy from the table showed up and tried to talk Natas out of it. He listened to his shpeel, smoking his cigar while he half listened and half fought the urge to light his foot on fire.
Then came the girl's turn, suggesting that they should take it somewhere else. He began to wonder why until he saw three security guards come in. He quickly realized however that they weren't the best guards in the world, since one tried to move the bitch in front of Natas, but was failing miserably.
In a swift movement though, the girl had grabbed the cop, and tossed him over her shoulder like a ragdoll. Natas wasn't surprised though. He simply watched as the cop twirled in mid air before crashing onto some random table nearby.
He only intervined when he looked over and saw that the other cops started to move in. He brought up his index finger, charging up a small ammount of radiation at the finger tip. It would burn through their clothes, but they would just end up with a rash.
He launched two small, but potent green lazers from his finger tip, one for each cop. When struck, it sounded like a firecracker had gone off. They flew back into some other tables nearby, also knocking them out.
The line had broken up at that point, once the nearby people saw that Natas and the girl were not normal.
"You two aren't going anywhere..."he said to the duo after taking a long draw from his cigar,"We're gonna settle this right here and now."
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Post by grayson on Jul 13, 2012 22:50:46 GMT -5
Dick sighed as the two started to attack the security guards that had come to investigate the scene. This was exactly what he needed. Yeah. Exactly. He let go of the guy's hand. "Take it easy man. We really don't need to cause more of a scene than we already have. I'm sure there's some way for the two of you to end this peaceably."
He glanced at the girl. He sure hoped so anyway. But both of them were turning out to be incredibly stubborn and impulsive, a combination that lead to no ends of trouble.
Dick took another moment to survey the downed guards. They didn't look to be too badly hurt. They'd recover. As for the guard approaching him from behind, most likely trying to diffuse the situation through the guy that didn't appear to have powers, he fished in his pocket and took out his wallet. Flashing the guard his ID, the man immediately backed up. Between the name Richard Grayson, and the badge that identified him as an off-duty cop from Bludhaven, there was no reason for the guards to want to get involved anymore.
He pocketed his wallet as quickly as he had taken it out, and turned back the the powered-up guy. "How about I pay for your lost meal. Then you can have your food back, and we can all move past this."
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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