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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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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Aug 2, 2012 15:44:07 GMT -5
I'M A MOUNTAIN THAT HAS BEEN MOVED I'M A RIVER THAT IS ALL DRIED UP. [/color][/font] I'M AN OCEAN NOTHING FLOATS ON. I'M A SKY THAT NOTHING WANTS TO FLY IN.
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Her whole body was tensed. Everything inside screamed resist this one order, do not go where Joker wants her to go. But as an obedient puppy she did as she was told. She didn't care if she disappointed the man clad in purple and green from time to time. She was his most loyal person that he chose to surround himself with. Harley was his right hand man, his go to girl, his girlfriend, his lover; His. She was a work of art and he was the artist. The woman had problems, her father was a con-artist, her mother was forceful in her life, before she met the Joker. He was the one that accelerated her life of crime. He completed her, made her strive to give Gotham the best set of bomb shows it's ever seen. It would be harder now as the crystal he collected caused their world and some alternate universe to collide with one another and spill over. There were new cities she could visit but the downfall were the super humans that ran around the streets in an attempt to clean it up. It wasn't Harley's first idea of fun but it was exciting to come into contact with them such as the blonde with tits and goggles of a few days ago.
She was dressed normally as she didn't feel like causing alarm in the streets. That was to come later in the night. She was on business as of now, requested by The Joker. She walked the streets of Gotham dressed in red and black. The lobster necklace was something Harley saw and immediately felt she needed to have a few months ago, stabbed a woman in the eye for it. She wasn't worried about being overpowered while in heels. Her outfit for the night was complete with hoots with a high heel, one that was painful if she were to aim for a vein. Her balance was easily kept, something she was taught during all those years of ballet. Harley's body underneath her tight clothing was amazing and sculpted to perfection. Even the Joker was a fan.
She chewed on the inside of her mouth, a nervous tick. It wasn't that she was afraid of Jonathan Crane but he creeped the fuck out of her. He wasn't any type of threat in his normal form but his focus of interest is what caused him to strike fear into the hearts of Gotham. She had arrived not too long before he let loose the fear toxin in the Narrows, the big Arkham breakout. He was obsessed with fears and nightmares. He donned the appearance of a scarecrow, a terrifying one at that, whenever he went out on those nights. Those that encountered him would receive the mist of poisons in their face and as they inhaled it, it would cause for their whole brains to be warped. No longer would they be rational, sane. If given too much while he was present he would break their minds and cause the victim to be a new resident to Arkham. It was there he started with his experiments. First on the patients, like herself, and the staff. It was easier to inject the villains with the serum while they were under the influence of narcotics.
She walked the streets of the Narrows, weaved in and out of people until she found the door she had been searching for. She knocked three times, just as instructed, and waited. Her blue eyes glanced around-- no one was paying attention, everyone had their lives to live. She turned back towards the door as the knob twisted open and slowly the door began to peel back to reveal a lacky several inches taller than herself. She narrowed her eyes at him, he couldn't be sure how many knives or weapons she had on her person. She brushed past him and walked forward, blond blonde locks scratched lightly as she situated her hair over her shoulders, it fell to her mid back. She waited in the quiet, somewhat dark and empty room for the servant to retrieve his master.
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TAGGED: Jonathan Crane WORDS:700 LYRICS: DAISY BY BRAND NEW NOTES:[/color] Click on her image banner for outfit.[/color][/center][/font]
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Post by crane on Aug 2, 2012 17:09:50 GMT -5
There was something eerily wrong about the complex Dr. Johnathan Crane had been using as his base of operations in secret for years. It was rather amusing that neither the Dark Knight nor his little sidekick had managed to come across it. It was in a part of Gotham that was filled with crime, a place where people going missing wasn't anything to be bothered about, and where the bright lights of the main city seemed all too distant. The lights were tinted slightly green from a thin layer of dust. The apartment areas were baren of anything but an old shag rug and a sagging couch and a set of creaking stairs leading upstairs and to the basement.
Crane held the stoppered vial of yellow liquid up to the light in his laboratory, peering at it intently. Here was a much different atmosphere. Everything was neat and ordered, rows of cans, beakers, bottles and canisters of fear toxins in liquid and gas states lined the room. He placed the stoppered vial in to the gauntlet lying on the counter in front of him, removing the stopper and slipping the thin intake tube in to it. It was a tedious process creating a new strain of his fear toxin and replacing the old ones, but he had finished. And just in time. Without the hired hand stepping on to the creaking stairs, he knew his subject was here. He'd been developing a new iteration for this formula, a special, specific one...
"Boss, Harley's here." The henchman said, standing behind him and looking a bit surprised. Usually while Johnathan Crane was in his lab he wore only his mask in the case an accident resulted in his fear gas being released. Tonight, he was in full regalia, and sliding his gauntlet back on to his right hand, carefully sliding his fingers in to the modified syringes. He was ready. Crane removed his mask, nodded, and ascended the stairs. Harley was beautiful as ever, he noted. She looked much different when she wasn't dressing up in clown makeup.
"Hello Harley. Don't worry, the canisters of gas have already been sent to Joker. Thank you for coming, in any case." Crane said, his voice calm and polite as it usually was. It was amazing how much darker and twisted the mask made his voice, though it was held in his hand as he sat on an old dusty armchair across the room. "The two of you are really quite fascinating. The cracks in your mind seem to prevent you from being affected by the fear toxins. It's a unique occurrence; the insane past a certain threshold seem to be immune. But I digress."
"Would you mind if I asked where Joker intends to hit using my toxins? I think I'd like to watch when the bat foils your plans again." Crane offered a sly grin, knowing how much trouble the Dark Knight caused the Joker. He figured he may as well have a bit of conversation before things got interesting...
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Aug 2, 2012 17:54:31 GMT -5
I'M A MOUNTAIN THAT HAS BEEN MOVED I'M A RIVER THAT IS ALL DRIED UP. [/color][/font] I'M AN OCEAN NOTHING FLOATS ON. I'M A SKY THAT NOTHING WANTS TO FLY IN.
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The stairs creaked and groaned under the weight of the goon as he climbed to the top of the stairs. Harley stood alone in the near barren room. She wouldn't dare sit on the couch or do much walking further into Crane's hideout. She didn't trust him and she was sure the feeling was mutual. During the time spent with Crane, as a fellow Doctor, Harleen was cordial to her co-worker. Just as blue as her eyes were, his were the same. She understood why people received chills when Harley's murderous gaze landed upon him as she had felt the same during her time employed with Arkham Asylum. It wasn't that Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, scared Harley. Oh, no. He would be easy to break if it came to anything physical. Harley was a veteran fighter and could endure extreme amounts of pain due to her time spent with the Joker. It was his fascination with fear and nightmares that chilled her to the bone.
Crane was a brilliant man, a master of chemistry. He concocted his fear serum and unleashed it upon the mass population in the area in which she stood. The Narrows, infamous for violence and the seediest people anyone could imagine. Along with his mask, Crane was able to scare even the sanest of people into madness. Her mind had already been broken, his batch of fear serum had no effect on her. Her one fear would be losing the Joker. She did not fear death as it was inevitable. There were no persons or things that made her heart pound with fright. With her abandonment issues intensified by the Joker's manipulation and her own insanity, the serum would cause her to witness terrible things to her Puddin' Pop. Her lips pressed together as her brows furrowed. The creak of a door alerted her to the company she was about to have. She didn't move her body, just her head in Jonathan's direction. He walked down the stairs dressed as his alter-ego, Scarecrow, sans his mask. She eyed his syringes before she returned her gaze upon his face. He certainly wasn't unattractive but he wasn't her type.
"Hello Harley. Don't worry, the canisters of gas have already been sent to Joker. Thank you for coming, in any case."
"You should have picked up the phone and said something. I shouldn't have had to made this trip, Crane." She said lowly, her eyes narrowed.
"The two of you are really quite fascinating. The cracks in your mind seem to prevent you from being affected by the fear toxins. It's a unique occurrence; the insane past a certain threshold seem to be immune. But I digress."
He falsely boosted her ego, she stood a bit more composed, a bit prouder. Was it a good thing to be happy that Harley Quinn was too insane for his toxins to work? For a normal person, no, but for the Mistress of Crime, yes. Her chest even puffed out a bit. Her arms came up to cross in front of her chest.
"Would you mind if I asked where Joker intends to hit using my toxins? I think I'd like to watch when the bat foils your plans again."
Jonathan knew how to rub her irritation the wrong way. She took a step closer. "Look here Straw-head, if Mistah J wanted the flying rodent dead, he would be. Because of you helping us out, I'm willing to overlook the insult just this once Crane. Buuuut, if I see you on the streets, don't be surprised if you feel a blade in your back." She spoke, she promised. Her tone went a bit higher in octaves as she gave him a smile.
"It must drive you crazy Crane, always on the sides and never being considered good enough to play." She taunted.
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TAGGED: Jonathan Crane WORDS: 665 LYRICS: DAISY BY BRAND NEW NOTES:[/color] Click on her image banner for outfit.[/color][/center][/font]
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Post by crane on Aug 2, 2012 19:32:25 GMT -5
Crane ignored Harley's suggestion about calling Joker to inform him. He knew it was there. It was part of the deal. In exchange for the canisters he had relenquished, Joker would allow Crane the opportunity to test his toxins on someone who was generally immune. A toxin capable of overcoming the immunity madness brought. Of course, that part he'd left secret. No need in letting Joker know that, after the batch he had received, that he would be vulnerable to fear again.
He didn't seem fazed at all by Harley's taunt, instead offering a light chuckle. "The sidelines are where I prefer to work, Harleen. And besides... I'm not the one afraid of losing favor." Crane said, his tone still cordial, but there was something... off about his voice. It was that same dark chord his voice struck when his target was perfectly in place. But Harley Quinn had never been present to hear that note outside of the Scarecrow's modified voice.
He stood again, smiling faintly. His face was an unreadable mask, but he seemed pleased. "That was all. Give Joker my regards, and good luck with your operation." Crane said, gesturing towards the door as if he was eager for her to leave. He was ready for her to turn her back... but not quite for her to leave. After all, he needed a test subject...
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Aug 7, 2012 22:05:42 GMT -5
I'M A MOUNTAIN THAT HAS BEEN MOVED I'M A RIVER THAT IS ALL DRIED UP. [/color][/font] I'M AN OCEAN NOTHING FLOATS ON. I'M A SKY THAT NOTHING WANTS TO FLY IN.
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"The sidelines are where I prefer to work, Harleen. And besides... I'm not the one afraid of losing favor."
"Meh, whatever Crowbrains. Send us the bill," She waved off his remark and his general presence.
"That was all. Give Joker my regards, and good luck with your operation."
Something was off. Harley could feel it. But what? She had spent time with Crane whenever there were business matters to be discussed. She didn't care for him but she didn't loathe him. She respected his angle of mischief. She liked bombs and knives, he liked chemistry and fear. He reaped the nightmares that were caused by his toxins. It was as if he ran off of them. The glint in his frosty eyes was enough to make Harley want to get out of there and back on her way to the hideout. She didn't trust him, she didn't trust anyone-- even the Joker. There had been too many times to count in which he had almost sliced her face or attempted murder. Harley felt that if her cheeks were sliced in the way the Joker's cheeks were then her smile would never be the same. Other than her blue eyes, her maddened smile was one of her most distinguishing features.
She nodded as her eyes narrowed slightly. The clown princess chewed on her the inside of her cheek as she turned on her heel and begun to head for the door. Harley was insane however she had a bit of smarts to her, she had to if she was the Joker's right hand woman. He didn't allow for screw ups and Harley's allowance had been up long ago. The days in which she was the stupid puppy that followed him around were gone. She had matured into a beautiful crime princess, a force to be recognized. She inhaled the musty stench of the hide out, the trace of chemicals that escaped into the air had disappeared by the time she was inches from the door. Just a few more steps and she would be free.
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Post by crane on Aug 9, 2012 1:55:59 GMT -5
Harley had turned her back to him. At last. A single swift motion sent all four of the thin needles in to the vein in her neck, sending the experimental fluid in to her bloodstream. A bit of sedative mixed in, to ensure she wouldn't be able to fight him. Quinn was a more agile fighter than he was; no sense in risking any extreme damage. Crane slipped across the room as soon as his toxic touch had been delivered, sliding his hood and mask down on to his head and securing the protective mask over his face.
Crane waited just long enough for Harley to get a good look at where he was going before darting down the stairs to the basement, laughing. "Joker must not have told you about the second half of the deal. You're a new test subject for my latest strain of fear toxin. There have always been two things that have been able to overpower my toxins; insanity and will. This new strain, if it works as intended, will overpower both. Tell me... How long has it been since you felt true fear?" Crane's voice boomed through the floor above, carried by speakers he had installed for the occasion. He had spent months converting his base of operations in to much more than it appeared.
The basement was a maze of confusion and traps, a hidden door letting him slip directly in to the sewer, just out of sight from an angry Harley Quinn if she decided to pursue. And even if she didn't, he had security cameras set up around the building; he would be able to see how effective his toxins were whether she fled or came after him. He already knew what her greatest fear was; that was simple. She was afraid of losing her 'puddin', simple as that. No, he merely wanted to see whether his toxin would actually work. If it did, then any second now she would begin hallucinating. If not, then it was time to slip away before Quinn got her wits about her and found him... Joker's permission or not, Harley would definitely not take kindly to being stabbed in the back.
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Aug 24, 2012 0:34:01 GMT -5
I'M A MOUNTAIN THAT HAS BEEN MOVED I'M A RIVER THAT IS ALL DRIED UP. [/color][/font] I'M AN OCEAN NOTHING FLOATS ON. I'M A SKY THAT NOTHING WANTS TO FLY IN.
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Her first mistake was her venture here rather than a goon, or Joker himself. His toxin was an important component in their plan, they needed Crane. Harley couldn't trust anything to go wrong, she had to make sure everything went as hoped. Her second mistake was underestimating Jonathan Crane. He was as much of a villain as Harley though he was on the saner side of things, arguably. She would best him in a fight time and time again. He had plans, thought out plans. The clown did whatever she pleased. She should have been on her toes but she allowed her defenses to be lowered around the Scarecrow due to simple pride. She thought herself better than he. It was her own fault the needles pierced her skin and invaded her body. She was to blame for the fear toxin that pumped through her veins as it traveled to her brain. She was infuriated. Someone actually harm the Joker's girl? The insanity plead was thrown out of the window.
As the needles withdrew from her body she sent her arm in a spin in an attempt to hit Crane but she was already sluggish. A hand shot out at the door so that her body would catch itself as not to land on the floor. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she saw Scarecrow finally emerge. The toxin had yet to infiltrate her senses but the sedative was effective. She growled and blinked slowly as he turned tail and ran down the basement.
. "Joker must not have told you about the second half of the deal. You're a new test subject for my latest strain of fear toxin. There have always been two things that have been able to overpower my toxins; insanity and will. This new strain, if it works as intended, will overpower both. Tell me... How long has it been since you felt true fear?"
She scoffed, he was smart but not that smart. There could be no way Crane had concocted something that powerful. She didn't bother trying to leave, she was going to make him feel pain a chair could not. She planned to start by slicing off the skin of each fingertip, followed by the muscle and then on. Within her purse she pulled the pistol out, the darkness in the room further concealed the laughing goon. A single shot rang out the building as the body dropped to the floor. Now that was funny. She dropped her purse to the ground but the gun remained in tow. Already the room was beginning to contort.
The staircase appeared to have floorboards missing. She thought she was in a factory and the downstairs lead to a giant room filled with large containers of acid. If she were to fall over... Her hand clutched onto the railing as she watched where she stepped like a hawk. To anyone else the basement was not that of a factory and there weren't giant barrels of boiling acid that awaited a clown to fall and become transformed. She blinked and repeated to herself that it wasn't real and for the moment she reopened her eyes the basement appeared normal. The toxin was alive but had yet to dominate her mind completely. She rushed down the stairs, her heart pounded in her chest as her breathing had become ragged. The images on the wall held the Joker's obituary; his death at the hands of the Batman. She stared for a moment then glanced around. Was that him? A flash of purple and Harley chased forward.
"You're here! Crane-- he drugged me. Where...?" Harley looked around the room in a haze.
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