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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
Mutant Thief [Dinah, Open]
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Apr 12, 2013 16:12:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,426,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/greenmiddle.png] Sinestro wasn't surprised that the merging of the two worlds hadn't been smooth sailing. It wasn't all puppies and rainbows. Well, not that there had been a lot of moments where that had seemed to be the case in the first place. Oh well. Either way, this situation was definitely not a good one. Recently, Sinestro had been gathering reports of missing people in and around the Gotham area. From what he had seen, they were all kids, and they were all from the other universe. More than that, he had discovered they were all 'mutants'. while he didn't know their individual powers or anything like that, he knew it probably didn't matter to the case. For the moment, it wasn't what powers they had that was important, just that they all had them. And hadn't been very careful with them, by the looks of things. Each one had made some kind of public display of themselves, thus opening themselves up to the less than cunning brand of criminal interest.
He wasn't dealing with super intelligent men, but he was still dealing with something interesting. Humans who had taken an interest in mutants, kidnapping them after learning about them through old papers and blogs. Perhaps they thought they could use their powers for evil. Or maybe they thought they could just sell the teenagers to someone who might want to use them for an experiment or two.
How typical that Gotham thugs would create a human trafficking network with mutants, hoping to gain off the new influx of uncontrolled powers.
The Green Lantern found himself by the docks, having finally found a lead he could use. He had managed to track down the group of thugs he thought might have been connected to the recent kidnappings, and was busy stalking them to try and see if he could locate where they were keeping the children they had already gathered. Assuming they hadn't already been sold of killed, or whatever it was that was set to happen to them. Sighing to himself, he peered over a large box, watching the men as they met up with one another, pulling a blindfolded youth from the trunk of some very classy car. Well, it seemed he had found the right kidnappers, judging from the fins on the arm of the random youth. The boy looked very scared, whimpering and shivering. Sinestro could sense the fear- he didn't want to die. He was frightened to death that the men who had nabbed him were going to kill him.
Somehow, a fear that would have given him so much pleasure in the past only served to piss him off as he continued to wait for a good moment to attack. Once he found where they were being stored, then he would be able to make his move.
Patience was not one of his virtues.
He imagined this was the sort of thing he was supposed to alert Watchtower about- the kind of thing the league would want to be in on. But he didn't like being slowed down waiting for people to show up and assist him, particularly when he felt like he could deal with a situation on his own. So he had only left them some minor details about the case. Enough, perhaps, to keep the bats busy while he actually did the dirty work and sorted the mess out. Then they couldn't say he hadn't at least tried to include them, right? Of course.
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Post by Dinah "Black Canary" Lance on Apr 19, 2013 12:43:57 GMT -5
It was the oddest thing that Hal Jordan was virtually off the grid at this point. The Green Lantern who held a spot on the League had been missing in action for some time and no one would say anything. Superman nor Batman could say so she figured it was a mission from the Corps, not that they'd confirm or deny it. It irritated the Canary but she couldn't do anything for the moment. The world at present needed attention and saving.
Dinah had been going though the recent news archives of the Gotham Post and found children were vanishing, being taken. Dinah was kidnapped once, tortured for days. Her fists clenched tightly together as she peered out the window of her rain stained apartment. The fear those innocent children and teenagers were experiencing along with the pain... Dinah was already at her closet, pushing the panel aside so that she may access her alter ego's clothing. This wouldn't happen any longer on her watch. She fished her boots from the shelf and froze when she heard her communicator going off. She moved out of the closet and to her bedside table.
"Black Canary," She spoke into the mouthpiece. Manhunter's voice came through the other end as he began to give the information that was left.
"I'm on it." She spoke before she tossed it on her mattress ad returned to what she had been doing previously.
The roar of the motorcycle came to life as the gate opened and Black Canary on was the streets. Thaal Sinestro was already on the case that Dinah had just read about not an hour before. Where had she been? She had only returned to the city a day ago after visiting an old friend, Roy Harper, though she knew the term friend was a long stretch for their present relationship. The wind slammed against her black domino mask as her blonde hair whipped around her face. She'd park a little but away from the docks so that her bike wouldn't alert them, not that there aren't several hundreds more just like it in the city. She had heard of the Sinestro Corps, the yellow lanterns who preyed on fear. It made her weary of the pink tinted alien who was currently trying to join the League. He had left information so he was trying, right? She gave him the benefit of the doubt but it didn't mean she was blind to the darker side of him.
She arrived at the dock as the sun was setting and Black Canary was already climbing on crates to get a better vantage point. She made out movement a yard or so in front of her and that allowed her to know she was heading in the right direction.
"I'm at the docks, haven't seen Sinestro yet but I am seeing suits and ties with powerful weaponry." She spoke into the communicator, her binoculars against her blue eyes. "I'm going to get closer." She said as Manhunter wished her luck. Black Canary crept closer, she stayed in the shadows without making a sound. She peered from behind a crate as she heard two men talking about freaks and making their boss happy. Was Joker behind this? She furrowed her brow behind her mask as she looked up and saw Thaal. She double took the scene and made a hand gesture to indicate her wanting his presence there with her. It looked as if there was a team up a coming.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Apr 22, 2013 21:06:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,426,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/greenmiddle.png] Sinestro had been keeping an eye on the humans, watching them as they exchanged what seemed like casual conversation with one another. Humans were so vile. Kidnapping young beings, yet treating it like they were out on some kind of group date. Did they really value lives so little? He supposed he couldn't really talk- it wasn't like he would care if any of the humans lived or died, even the ones he was there to try and save. But he wasn't going to go around and make light of it. These humans, they had no respect towards anything. That was the biggest difference.
He wanted to make them scream.
However, his plan to interrupt them was, well, interrupted when his ring quietly alerted him of someone else in the area, using a frequency to contact someone at watchtower. While he didn't spy into the conversation, his glowing yellow eyes did peer through the darkness to find the person who had shown up to save the day with him. It surprised him to see some simple-looking human. Somehow, he hadn't expected Watchtower to let their more... squishy members head out to work with him on their own. He had been expecting them to treat him like a threat, sending only members who might be able to hold a candle to him should he trade. Yes, he knew they thought very little of him, but that was how much he cared in return: very little. He was there for his own business, and they could all go to hell.
Well, maybe he was thinking too harshly. Considering his thoughts hadn't come to be true, it seemed they didn't detest him as much as he had thought. The female, whom he knew to be Black Canary from his research of the team members, signaled for him to join her. Naturally, he was a little offended at first. She should be the one coming over to HIM. He had been their first, and he was going to be the leader of this mission. But he decided not to let it get the better of him, and instead of simply glaring he made his move to join her, slipping through the shadows so he could avoid being seen. without the glow of his ring, he had no choice but to limp, but he still managed to get over to her without being seen.
"You should have come to me," he informed her lowly, so the thugs chatting nearby wouldn't hear him, "there's a chamber beneath the warehouse on the far left. My ring indicates several life forms below. I suspect that's where the children are being kept." He wasn't going to ask why she was there and if she had been sent by the league to keep an eye on him- at least not yet. Get the humans out of danger and pummel the bad guys, then they could have a chit-chat.
There were so many things he wanted to yell at her for.
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Post by Dinah "Black Canary" Lance on May 15, 2013 16:07:13 GMT -5
DINAH LANCE BLACK CANARY
Dinah saw the disapproving look and it made her jaw tighten. Could he just teleport with that ring of his? Already a feeling of irritation had settled in her stomach, this wasn't going to be a fun mission. But then again when had things ever been fun? Oliver's company was fun, Hal was too. Even The Flash had Black Canary in fits of giggles. Thaal seemed too serious, even when the situation didn't call for it. But that was his story and none of Dinah's business. Canary moved through the shadows of the crates to get a better look and to at least meet her partner for the day half way. When she saw him limping her brow furrowed behind her mask. She wouldn't have made him come to her nor would she have agreed an injured player should be on the field.
"Does the rest of the League know you're injured?" She questioned, ignoring his statement for the moment. She turned her head and looked through the cracks at the talking thugs. She brought her lips inward, her tongue rolled over them as she listened to the information while still scouting the area.
"I forget how handy that ring can be," She spoke softly as she glanced down to it then back at Thaal. "Manhunter said you think the children are from the other universe?"
She was exposed to two beings in particular from the other world that were particularly nasty. The Hulk and Carnage. Neither of them enjoyed her Canary Cry but they were nothing to take lightly. Canary wasn't aware of anything that could beat Hulk save for Superman. She knew that wasn't a fight she wanted to see if she could help it. Carnage, the alien symbiote, was just as disgusting as his name's meaning. She remembered the blood that dripped from his tongue, his sharpened fingers and malleable body. A regular woman against an alien creature whose strength was far greater than her own. But it didn't mean she was powerless. That metagene has saved her ass and others quite a few times.
"I can take the two over here on the left if you want the two on the right? Get the ones in between when they show up." She suggested.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on May 27, 2013 16:04:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,426,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/greenmiddle.png] Sinestro frowned. "I'm not injured," he huffed, "it's an old wound that left permanent damage." He didn't put a lot of effort into explaining what had happened, but considering he normally just ignored everyone around him when things not directly related to the job popped up, he felt he was doing pretty good in the small talk department. It wasn't something he was used to- he never worked with partners back when he had been in the corps, Hal notwithstanding, and he certainly hadn't spent a lot of time chatting with his fellow fear lanterns, either. Joining the league had been the last thing he'd ever thought possible, so working with other members was still very... foreign to him. Which was annoying, because he didn't like not being very good at something.
He was going to have to work on the whole 'sociable' thing at some point.
Back to the mission at hand, Sinestro gave a slight nod, trying to ignore the sense of satisfaction that filled him when she commented on the ring. It reminded him that she wasn't a stranger to its power- she had worked with Hal a lot, hadn't she? More than once, his annoying former student had mentioned the league, and he had seen them battling together in the past. Knowing that much, he was sure she probably thought Hal was the better lantern. A bias he would be happy to try and prove wrong. "Yes," he continued lowly, keeping his eye on the crew around them, "their bio signatures have genetic discrepancies for humans- they are likely mutants being used for their abilities."
He didn't know enough about mutants for his liking, but he had managed to research enough about them to know their differences from the meta humans of his own dimension. It was all quite fascinating, actually.
Too bad there were worthless human lives to save, or he might have stayed longer in his base to research things.
"As long as we don't endanger the hostages, we'll be fine," Sinestro replied with a nod, agreeing to her plan. He imagined they were already too many for the foolish thugs to handle- they would not need to be too concerned about whatever extra forces they may have had lurking in the background. Actually, he might have said to let him handle the thugs so she could slip in and save the mutants, but he was interested in seeing her abilities for himself. Since Hal spoke so highly of her, she must have had some fighting talent, and he wanted to see it. He would keep an eye on the room below with his ring, making sure nothing happened to the humans still being held captive.
In the meantime, a little fight sounded fun.
He let the glow return around him as he launched himself forward, smacking one of the thugs with a ball of energy right to the middle of his stomach. He was sent crashing back into a wall. Since being sneaky probably wouldn't have worked well anyway for the two of them, why not just barrel in guns blazing?
It was almost fun.
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