Nightwing looked at the navigational data and saw they were indeed head for the area near Central and Keystone cities. "What information do we have on this...Kobra?" he asked as he fought the urge to yell out some afformation he remembered from one of Dick's video collection.
Justice League: The New Wave (IC)
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Nightwing looked at the navigational data and saw they were indeed head for the area near Central and Keystone cities. "What information do we have on this...Kobra?" he asked as he fought the urge to yell out some afformation he remembered from one of Dick's video collection.
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Scales From Your Eyes. (Luthor)(tags Leaguers)
Lex took a fraction of a second to collate data.
"According to my contacts in Homeland Security and Extranormal Operations," he mused, "The Cult of The Kobra-- or 'Kobra Kult' --is a bastardized, radicalized offshoot of Hinduism bent on bringing about an Age of Chaos or Kali Yuga, as they call it. Though perhaps lower-profile than the more-infamous League of Assassins, they have existed since long into antiquity.
"Approximately twenty years ago, new leadership in the form of a man named Jeffery Burr-- an apparent prophesied Messiah who assassinated his twin brother Jason so that his eschatological provenance would be uncontested--"
At this, file images of Jeffery and Jason Burr each flicked up onto the screen.
"--led Kobra into a renewed era, integrating then-modern genetic sciences and mutagenic, metagenic researches and exotic energy advancements with the age-old sophist rhetoric and half-baked occultic mysticism, making them a legitimate threat. But shortly thereafter Jeffery Burr was himself killed by a supervillain with whom he had come into conflict, and Kobra once more faded to the shadows."
"Their activities over the past fifteen some-odd years have been far more understated-- the odd suicide-bombing, costumed robberies-- reports from all corners of the globe were that Kobra and its forces were fractious and divided, without true leadership, and that they were no longer any true threat. Obviously this has not proven the case-- they have merely, it would seem, crawled into the slime and the muck and gathered resources for this unprecedented wave of terror. Whomever their new leader is, he has formidable patience and unquenchable zeal, a chilling combination."
"Recruitment numbers alone are off every chart we have. Where have these people come from? These soldiers? How can such widespread radicalization-- such enormous sleeper cells-- have escaped the notice of US intelligence and security? To say nothing of this teleportation and shield technology, beyond the bleeding edge of current theory. Your priority, Justice League, is to shut down their apparatus and halt their onslaught. But however possible, you must also gather intel on how this was accomplished-- we must prevent this from ever happening again. It does us no good to bruise our heel on the head of the snake. We must cut the head off."
Lex took a fraction of a second to collate data.
"According to my contacts in Homeland Security and Extranormal Operations," he mused, "The Cult of The Kobra-- or 'Kobra Kult' --is a bastardized, radicalized offshoot of Hinduism bent on bringing about an Age of Chaos or Kali Yuga, as they call it. Though perhaps lower-profile than the more-infamous League of Assassins, they have existed since long into antiquity.
"Approximately twenty years ago, new leadership in the form of a man named Jeffery Burr-- an apparent prophesied Messiah who assassinated his twin brother Jason so that his eschatological provenance would be uncontested--"
At this, file images of Jeffery and Jason Burr each flicked up onto the screen.
"--led Kobra into a renewed era, integrating then-modern genetic sciences and mutagenic, metagenic researches and exotic energy advancements with the age-old sophist rhetoric and half-baked occultic mysticism, making them a legitimate threat. But shortly thereafter Jeffery Burr was himself killed by a supervillain with whom he had come into conflict, and Kobra once more faded to the shadows."
"Their activities over the past fifteen some-odd years have been far more understated-- the odd suicide-bombing, costumed robberies-- reports from all corners of the globe were that Kobra and its forces were fractious and divided, without true leadership, and that they were no longer any true threat. Obviously this has not proven the case-- they have merely, it would seem, crawled into the slime and the muck and gathered resources for this unprecedented wave of terror. Whomever their new leader is, he has formidable patience and unquenchable zeal, a chilling combination."
"Recruitment numbers alone are off every chart we have. Where have these people come from? These soldiers? How can such widespread radicalization-- such enormous sleeper cells-- have escaped the notice of US intelligence and security? To say nothing of this teleportation and shield technology, beyond the bleeding edge of current theory. Your priority, Justice League, is to shut down their apparatus and halt their onslaught. But however possible, you must also gather intel on how this was accomplished-- we must prevent this from ever happening again. It does us no good to bruise our heel on the head of the snake. We must cut the head off."
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Rogue Faith. (tags to Kiz)
Cold cracked a sidelong smirk at that. "Villains, heroes. There's a lot of hurry-up-and-wait in this business. You get used to it."
Heatwave snorted. "I never did."
Cold's expression became the atheist's equivalent of 'Lord, give me strength.'
Cold cracked a sidelong smirk at that. "Villains, heroes. There's a lot of hurry-up-and-wait in this business. You get used to it."
Heatwave snorted. "I never did."
Cold's expression became the atheist's equivalent of 'Lord, give me strength.'
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Red am I in Battle. (tags Raven, Rider, Arrow)
As they pushed through the melee, the makeshift trio would find themselves hard-winning terrain inch by inch by inch.
And they would come, eventually, to Leawood.
And in the northeast corner of Leawood, there was Central City Stadium and Sports Complex.
More than just a single stadium, the Sports Complex was home to Central City's basketball, football, and its major- and minor-league baseball teams-- four stadiums in one.
(The Keystone City Kombines, of course, had their rink across the river in Keystone.)
And as they approached, the heroes would find that the air was thick with dark magic-- almost sulfurous in its consistency.
While the reserves of Kobra's forces were immense, they were apparently not inexhaustible-- they managed to get through this fresh Hellish wave of Ajagar and Blackadders...
Until that cluster of Bestowed remained, defying gravity, and becoming seemingly more powerful with every step this trio took. The closer they got to the stadium, the more effortless their powers became...?
Around the massive building of the complex itself, dotting the perimeter at calculated points, there was a ring of three hundred and thirty-three metal barrels filled with fire... burning blue, choking incense, billowing the smoke and scent to the already ruddy skies.
And inside the stadium itself, perhaps The Rider and The Raven would each, in their way, sense within the walls of the complex, souls and minds...
...panicked, desperate waves of horror and fear and resignation and despair and panic and claustrophobia and agoraphobia and on and on and on...
...they had found the missing citizens of Central City.
Wedged as tight as drums, forced into standing room only in this otherwise triumphant monument to American architecture and athleticism.
Here was found the super-majority that Kiz had discussed with the spirit within his captured bloodmage.
Here was found the source of the mystic power that allowed the bloodmages to teleport across the country as easily as their technological counterparts, to unleash bloodmagic with minimal personal cost. By harnessing the gathered blood and dread of an entire city's populace, here within a magic circle calculated to maximum ritual effect. It bound dark spirits to their will, and it drained the people of their will to fight back-- their very blood was fuel to the forges of chaos.
An occult concentration camp, here at the figurative and geographic heart of The United States of America.
And while The Bestowed were fewer far in number than the Blackadders or the Ajagar, there were plenty here, harvesting that malevolent energy that it might be transmitted to their brethren and sistren across the continent.
...and guarding their hoarded horde of prisoners.
This was their nexus. Their locus. The longitude and latitude of their sanguimancy's darkest flow.
And thus they had greater power than their siblings across North America. Greater power... and more powers. They were levitating, using their power to warp space around them to defy gravity. They were scrambling magics around them, like Raven's demonically-inherited suite of spellcraft.
And thus...
...thus as Ghost Rider and Green Arrow and Raven approached...
...they could see into the blood of The Daughter of Trigon, and see that it held power indeed.
Power that they could reach out, and grasp-- and pirate.
They were no longer merely interfering with Raven's ability to manifest her powers.
...they were manifesting her powers themselves.
The cars that crowded the parking lot of the complex could immediately find themselves wreathed in red energies-- a blood-colored parody of Raven's black-as-night soulself-- and hurled at the trio. Anything that wasn't nailed down became subject to telekinetic manipulation, and many things that had been.
They could fly now, not just float.
And they could project blood-red glowing forcefields (not unlike the dome o'erhead) to protect themselves from the trio's retribution.
Perhaps Raven would feel herself weakened or agonized by this manipulation of the forces in her blood and bloodline... perhaps she might feel Trigon screaming in his chakric gem prison at her forehead, screaming with darksome glory at this turn of events...
...or perhaps she would possess sufficient will to power through.
But the three of them would find themselves in no less an ocean of danger with no shore in sight.
As they pushed through the melee, the makeshift trio would find themselves hard-winning terrain inch by inch by inch.
And they would come, eventually, to Leawood.
And in the northeast corner of Leawood, there was Central City Stadium and Sports Complex.
More than just a single stadium, the Sports Complex was home to Central City's basketball, football, and its major- and minor-league baseball teams-- four stadiums in one.
(The Keystone City Kombines, of course, had their rink across the river in Keystone.)
And as they approached, the heroes would find that the air was thick with dark magic-- almost sulfurous in its consistency.
While the reserves of Kobra's forces were immense, they were apparently not inexhaustible-- they managed to get through this fresh Hellish wave of Ajagar and Blackadders...
Until that cluster of Bestowed remained, defying gravity, and becoming seemingly more powerful with every step this trio took. The closer they got to the stadium, the more effortless their powers became...?
Around the massive building of the complex itself, dotting the perimeter at calculated points, there was a ring of three hundred and thirty-three metal barrels filled with fire... burning blue, choking incense, billowing the smoke and scent to the already ruddy skies.
And inside the stadium itself, perhaps The Rider and The Raven would each, in their way, sense within the walls of the complex, souls and minds...
...panicked, desperate waves of horror and fear and resignation and despair and panic and claustrophobia and agoraphobia and on and on and on...
...they had found the missing citizens of Central City.
Wedged as tight as drums, forced into standing room only in this otherwise triumphant monument to American architecture and athleticism.
Here was found the super-majority that Kiz had discussed with the spirit within his captured bloodmage.
Here was found the source of the mystic power that allowed the bloodmages to teleport across the country as easily as their technological counterparts, to unleash bloodmagic with minimal personal cost. By harnessing the gathered blood and dread of an entire city's populace, here within a magic circle calculated to maximum ritual effect. It bound dark spirits to their will, and it drained the people of their will to fight back-- their very blood was fuel to the forges of chaos.
An occult concentration camp, here at the figurative and geographic heart of The United States of America.
And while The Bestowed were fewer far in number than the Blackadders or the Ajagar, there were plenty here, harvesting that malevolent energy that it might be transmitted to their brethren and sistren across the continent.
...and guarding their hoarded horde of prisoners.
This was their nexus. Their locus. The longitude and latitude of their sanguimancy's darkest flow.
And thus they had greater power than their siblings across North America. Greater power... and more powers. They were levitating, using their power to warp space around them to defy gravity. They were scrambling magics around them, like Raven's demonically-inherited suite of spellcraft.
And thus...
...thus as Ghost Rider and Green Arrow and Raven approached...
...they could see into the blood of The Daughter of Trigon, and see that it held power indeed.
Power that they could reach out, and grasp-- and pirate.
They were no longer merely interfering with Raven's ability to manifest her powers.
...they were manifesting her powers themselves.
The cars that crowded the parking lot of the complex could immediately find themselves wreathed in red energies-- a blood-colored parody of Raven's black-as-night soulself-- and hurled at the trio. Anything that wasn't nailed down became subject to telekinetic manipulation, and many things that had been.
They could fly now, not just float.
And they could project blood-red glowing forcefields (not unlike the dome o'erhead) to protect themselves from the trio's retribution.
Perhaps Raven would feel herself weakened or agonized by this manipulation of the forces in her blood and bloodline... perhaps she might feel Trigon screaming in his chakric gem prison at her forehead, screaming with darksome glory at this turn of events...
...or perhaps she would possess sufficient will to power through.
But the three of them would find themselves in no less an ocean of danger with no shore in sight.
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Green Arrow had started to kill Ninjas without a second thought, retreating behind the other two as each arrow found it's target. As quickly as he could pull and shoot, another Ninja fell dead.
Of course he quickly realized the futileness of the situation. For every one he killed, ten more sprang up and again he was right back in the San Francisco situation again. He would run out of Arrows long before targets.
Even the Rider and Raven seemed to be having problems. While Raven could clear out tens of ninja's at a time with her lightning, Several weird floating guys seemed to concentrate on her and whatever they were doing was seriously screwing with her powers.
The Rider seemed in her element, lashing out with both her chains and sword. She was surrounded by a floating ash cloud from the enemies she was downing, but still more rushed forward to try to overwhelm her. At the rate they were going, and with the loss of Raven's magical backup, they might just succeed.
The only good thing was, with two powerhouses on the scene most of them had forgotten about him. Well that was going to be their undoing. Never underestimate the little guy.
The solution seemed to be to get rid of the floating guys. They were doing something to Raven. Get rid of them, Raven goes back to being super bad ass, helps the rider and Connor lives. Simple.
Well it would be if they didn't stop jumping all around the place. Still it didn't look random. Even while he moved from place to place and shot dead several Ninja's that got too close, Connor read the pattern. Finally he was ready and as he vaulted a small car that came spinning his way, he pivoted and sent an arrow at an empty piece of air.
Landing he shot another ninja before looking back to see a figure materialize just as the arrow hit it in the temple. Without a sound it dropped from the air and hit the road as he began to run towards cover and to get a better angle on another of them.
Now that he knew their pattern it shouldn't take him as long. He pulled two arrows and fired them at once, putting them through the space between the kneecaps and the Tibia's of an advancing Hulk cutting it's tendons. Then as the thing crashed to the ground he ran away and focused on another of the floating guys.
For now he considered it his job to take them out until they took notice of him. Let the Rider take out the Big guy's, and they would all take out the Ninja's when they got in the way, but right now his focus had to be on these flying guys and saving Raven.
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The Point of The Javelin. (Luthor/Hotline/Rose/M'gann)(tags Leaguers)
Just as Alexander Joseph Luthor delivered his resounding call to arms, the Javelin descended into Gem City airspace, approaching from the northeast.
The dome glowed and sizzled beneath them, rising rapidly towards them, its murky red eclipsing Keystone-Central in the colors of an apocalyptic sky.
Behind Luthor, another impact throomed his panic room, but then everything went quiet. Lex squinted. "I leave this in your capable hands, Justice League. Good luck." And signed off, his subscreen of the HUD winking out and giving them a clearer view through the canopy.
"Goddamn," Ruby breathed at the sight of that dome. "That ain't pretty."
"Unsubtle language notwithstanding," Kaldur pressed his lips into a thin line, "your assessment is not inaccurate." He glanced at Rose. "Martian Manhuntress, are your psychic powers sufficient to get us a look down there and see what we are up against?"
Rose hesitated, and bit her own lip, and placed both pale hands onto her pale scalp. "I'll try, uh, Aquaman."
She extended her burgeoning astral awareness...
...a shudder ratcheted its way down her spine, and then up again, she cried out softly, tried to force it back, she didn't want to come off like Counselor Troi on Star Trek. "They're. They're hurting. There's so much... fear and anger... I can't... I can't sort it..."
She hesitated.
There, dancing like a candleflame in the dark telepathic vistas that spread out before her mind, was a familiar presence... that mystifying and horrifying aura of anti-fire... "Guys! The Ghost Rider is down there! She's already here, fighting back!"
Biting her lip harder, she tried to press through that wall of cold blue fire that wreathed The Rider's mind...
...minds?
She could feel two consciousnesses occupying the same body.
Hate. Rage. Burn. Punish. Vengeance. The Rider snapped and frothed, as much chained down as it sought to chain its prey, a primal entity, uncountably old and just as unslakeable.
But then there was another... a... a human woman...
Disgust. Revulsion. Destroy. End it.
Rose shuddered again.
The... sheer anguish... the desperation... shades of faith folded in amongst clashing nihilism... wanting to be free...
She found herself momentarily grateful that her own duality was not so torturous. And then apologetic at that gratitude. And then she wondered... wait, what duality?
"She's..." Rose took a moment to steady herself... trying to focus again to get a better look around... "we have to help her..."
...but then from just outside the dome, from amongst the trees of a national park that bordered Central City on the northeast corner below them...
...a three-count blast of actual flame stabbed up into the sky like a signal flare, and the sight of that fire shocked Rose back into her own skull, her psychic awareness snapped back into her brain like a broken rubber band and now she really did cry out: "AAahhhah!"
Kaldur frowned. They did not have much to go on at all. Rose's descriptions had been vagaries at the very best. But. "Nightwing. A signal? Can the Javelin's VTOL capabilities land us among those trees?"
Just as Alexander Joseph Luthor delivered his resounding call to arms, the Javelin descended into Gem City airspace, approaching from the northeast.
The dome glowed and sizzled beneath them, rising rapidly towards them, its murky red eclipsing Keystone-Central in the colors of an apocalyptic sky.
Behind Luthor, another impact throomed his panic room, but then everything went quiet. Lex squinted. "I leave this in your capable hands, Justice League. Good luck." And signed off, his subscreen of the HUD winking out and giving them a clearer view through the canopy.
"Goddamn," Ruby breathed at the sight of that dome. "That ain't pretty."
"Unsubtle language notwithstanding," Kaldur pressed his lips into a thin line, "your assessment is not inaccurate." He glanced at Rose. "Martian Manhuntress, are your psychic powers sufficient to get us a look down there and see what we are up against?"
Rose hesitated, and bit her own lip, and placed both pale hands onto her pale scalp. "I'll try, uh, Aquaman."
She extended her burgeoning astral awareness...
...a shudder ratcheted its way down her spine, and then up again, she cried out softly, tried to force it back, she didn't want to come off like Counselor Troi on Star Trek. "They're. They're hurting. There's so much... fear and anger... I can't... I can't sort it..."
She hesitated.
There, dancing like a candleflame in the dark telepathic vistas that spread out before her mind, was a familiar presence... that mystifying and horrifying aura of anti-fire... "Guys! The Ghost Rider is down there! She's already here, fighting back!"
Biting her lip harder, she tried to press through that wall of cold blue fire that wreathed The Rider's mind...
...minds?
She could feel two consciousnesses occupying the same body.
Hate. Rage. Burn. Punish. Vengeance. The Rider snapped and frothed, as much chained down as it sought to chain its prey, a primal entity, uncountably old and just as unslakeable.
But then there was another... a... a human woman...
Disgust. Revulsion. Destroy. End it.
Rose shuddered again.
The... sheer anguish... the desperation... shades of faith folded in amongst clashing nihilism... wanting to be free...
She found herself momentarily grateful that her own duality was not so torturous. And then apologetic at that gratitude. And then she wondered... wait, what duality?
"She's..." Rose took a moment to steady herself... trying to focus again to get a better look around... "we have to help her..."
...but then from just outside the dome, from amongst the trees of a national park that bordered Central City on the northeast corner below them...
...a three-count blast of actual flame stabbed up into the sky like a signal flare, and the sight of that fire shocked Rose back into her own skull, her psychic awareness snapped back into her brain like a broken rubber band and now she really did cry out: "AAahhhah!"
Kaldur frowned. They did not have much to go on at all. Rose's descriptions had been vagaries at the very best. But. "Nightwing. A signal? Can the Javelin's VTOL capabilities land us among those trees?"
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"OK then." Using the Scan Visor's long-range mode GRID was able to detect multiple humanoid life signs. Cross-checking vitals with available records. I have three matches.
"It looks like the flares were fired by the villian known as Heatwave. He is with Captain Cold and Glider." He looks back at Beast Boy. "There was a river back that way. It seemed that the water was able to bypass the dome."
"It looks like the flares were fired by the villian known as Heatwave. He is with Captain Cold and Glider." He looks back at Beast Boy. "There was a river back that way. It seemed that the water was able to bypass the dome."
Kiz+Rogues: Hurry-up-and-wait
Kiz's lips twitched. "A common thing, this hurry-up-and-wait." He yawned again, turning back towards the distant triad of superheroes. "They continue to converse. Still no action." He shrugged. "We will give it a few more minutes before departing."
Kiz's head snapped up and he twirled. "Do you sense..." His brows furrowed, and he scanned the skies. "Something..." His head swirled around the sky. "More..." His eyes went distant, looking through the various Nadeau. "Comes."
Kiz's lips twitched. "A common thing, this hurry-up-and-wait." He yawned again, turning back towards the distant triad of superheroes. "They continue to converse. Still no action." He shrugged. "We will give it a few more minutes before departing."
Kiz's head snapped up and he twirled. "Do you sense..." His brows furrowed, and he scanned the skies. "Something..." His head swirled around the sky. "More..." His eyes went distant, looking through the various Nadeau. "Comes."
Nightwing had heard the Manhuntress' scream, but he focused on what Aquaman had asked him to do. He looked at the area that had been suggested to him. "As long as we have the space to land... which it looks like we should have just enough." he replied and then moved into that direction. Within moments he was bringing the craft down for a landing.
It's Just Another Mission...
Virgil groaned as he slammed into the railway tie and gasped for air. He could barely see or even think with the pounding headache that seemed to consume him. Everything around him felt like it was humming, it was all just too much to process. He crawled up to a sitting position and focused, trying to sort through all the noise and clutter that filled his head. He sifted through all the information flooding his senses, pushing through the clouding presence of the dome to focus on the more important details. He sensed the dormant power systems of the city lightly humming with residual power but more importantly he sensed the power grid beneath. A great parasitic web that seemed to be feeding off the power of the cities like a great leech feeding off the blood of a foolish swimmer. He could physically feel rather than sense the power pooling on the river between the cities and projecting upward to feed the strange dome that seemed to blot out the sky. The world inside this dome was a chaotic shit storm for Virgil and he could feel the stress of it whittling away at him. He focused and began to try to block out the nonessential information.
He finally managed to tune out all the useless noise several moments later and glanced around blurry eyed. He seemed very confused by the piles of beat up and dead Kobra Cultists, concerned he grabbed his flying disc and took out his communications disc.
"Hardware? Do you copy? Hardware? What..."
Ignoring the pun all that Virgil was getting was static. He appeared to be alone on this one, not that he wasn't capable of it but he couldn't deny that his expertise would be invaluable. Virgil sighed and focused on his situation and started weighing his options. Someone else was clearly here, in the dome, taking out cultists and effectively it seemed. The city itself was trapped beneath a great dome of energy of some sort, hindering a possible escape. He shook his head, his situation wasn't ideal but his job remained unchanged. Cut off reinforcements, cut off the head and the beast will flounder. He heard the rustling of bushes and crouched down quickly and cursed silently before jumping on his flying disc and rocketing as fast as he could away from his landing point and followed the parasitic web of energy towards the nexus on the river.
Whatever that may hold he did not know but he proceeded with brutal efficiency. He cared little for the Kobra Cultists he came across and delivered precise strikes to cripple or maim any who got in his way. The Ajagar that came between him and his goal were practically cooked alive when Virgil was finished with them. Time was of the essence, leave the men alive...just barely...and the rest. Put them to the sword. This was all just another mission, don't get distracted.
Virgil groaned as he slammed into the railway tie and gasped for air. He could barely see or even think with the pounding headache that seemed to consume him. Everything around him felt like it was humming, it was all just too much to process. He crawled up to a sitting position and focused, trying to sort through all the noise and clutter that filled his head. He sifted through all the information flooding his senses, pushing through the clouding presence of the dome to focus on the more important details. He sensed the dormant power systems of the city lightly humming with residual power but more importantly he sensed the power grid beneath. A great parasitic web that seemed to be feeding off the power of the cities like a great leech feeding off the blood of a foolish swimmer. He could physically feel rather than sense the power pooling on the river between the cities and projecting upward to feed the strange dome that seemed to blot out the sky. The world inside this dome was a chaotic shit storm for Virgil and he could feel the stress of it whittling away at him. He focused and began to try to block out the nonessential information.
He finally managed to tune out all the useless noise several moments later and glanced around blurry eyed. He seemed very confused by the piles of beat up and dead Kobra Cultists, concerned he grabbed his flying disc and took out his communications disc.
"Hardware? Do you copy? Hardware? What..."
Ignoring the pun all that Virgil was getting was static. He appeared to be alone on this one, not that he wasn't capable of it but he couldn't deny that his expertise would be invaluable. Virgil sighed and focused on his situation and started weighing his options. Someone else was clearly here, in the dome, taking out cultists and effectively it seemed. The city itself was trapped beneath a great dome of energy of some sort, hindering a possible escape. He shook his head, his situation wasn't ideal but his job remained unchanged. Cut off reinforcements, cut off the head and the beast will flounder. He heard the rustling of bushes and crouched down quickly and cursed silently before jumping on his flying disc and rocketing as fast as he could away from his landing point and followed the parasitic web of energy towards the nexus on the river.
Whatever that may hold he did not know but he proceeded with brutal efficiency. He cared little for the Kobra Cultists he came across and delivered precise strikes to cripple or maim any who got in his way. The Ajagar that came between him and his goal were practically cooked alive when Virgil was finished with them. Time was of the essence, leave the men alive...just barely...and the rest. Put them to the sword. This was all just another mission, don't get distracted.
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Rogue Contact. (tags to Kiz)
"Patience of a sundial," Cold affirmed, as though reciting a mantra. "Reflexes of a stopwatch."
"Fine," Heatwave grunted, and sauntered off into the trees, mercifully opposite to the direction that Glider had taken. "I'm gonna go take a leak."
"It never rains but it goddamn pours," Cold growled, and yelled: "Mick! Zip up, we got company!"
A few seconds later, Heatwave came lumbering back through, grimacing-- well-- like a house on fire. "Just enough time. But ain't it always when you try to go? Every fuckin' time."
Cold chuckled wryly. "'Pulp Fiction.'"
And then Glider came soaring back through the trees, eyes wide, not even bothering to zig zag through the trunks and boughs just flitting through them immaterially-- "You guys! It's--"
The Javelin descended behind her with the resounding whine of vectored thrust, lowering towards the ground through a gap in the trees. Precision piloting.
"--the Justice League," Cold finished, gritting his teeth. "Wannabe Edition."
"Patience of a sundial," Cold affirmed, as though reciting a mantra. "Reflexes of a stopwatch."
"Fine," Heatwave grunted, and sauntered off into the trees, mercifully opposite to the direction that Glider had taken. "I'm gonna go take a leak."
"It never rains but it goddamn pours," Cold growled, and yelled: "Mick! Zip up, we got company!"
A few seconds later, Heatwave came lumbering back through, grimacing-- well-- like a house on fire. "Just enough time. But ain't it always when you try to go? Every fuckin' time."
Cold chuckled wryly. "'Pulp Fiction.'"
And then Glider came soaring back through the trees, eyes wide, not even bothering to zig zag through the trunks and boughs just flitting through them immaterially-- "You guys! It's--"
The Javelin descended behind her with the resounding whine of vectored thrust, lowering towards the ground through a gap in the trees. Precision piloting.
"--the Justice League," Cold finished, gritting his teeth. "Wannabe Edition."
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Touchdown. (Hotline/Rose/M'gann) (tags to Leaguers)
From the Science Station, Ruby frowned at her display and then out at the canopy. "Two of those drongos-- I've fought them before, with Wally when I was a teenager. Captain Cold and Heatwave. I've never personally met the golden-glowing hottie with the anime tentacles-- but the guy in the fur coat I think I've seen on the news? Something about weird shite with the lottery, hey? (Nice ink.)"
"Then let us proceed, but with caution," Kaldur nodded.
"Yeah, no fucking kidding," Rose mumbled, steadying her breathing and clutching at Karan's hand for support.
Kaldur glanced at Renegade. "You and I will take point. If there is duplicity, we will have our powerhouses in reserve and Nightwing will still be at the helm. We can all disembark when I give the all clear, or the order to engage."
From the Science Station, Ruby frowned at her display and then out at the canopy. "Two of those drongos-- I've fought them before, with Wally when I was a teenager. Captain Cold and Heatwave. I've never personally met the golden-glowing hottie with the anime tentacles-- but the guy in the fur coat I think I've seen on the news? Something about weird shite with the lottery, hey? (Nice ink.)"
"Then let us proceed, but with caution," Kaldur nodded.
"Yeah, no fucking kidding," Rose mumbled, steadying her breathing and clutching at Karan's hand for support.
Kaldur glanced at Renegade. "You and I will take point. If there is duplicity, we will have our powerhouses in reserve and Nightwing will still be at the helm. We can all disembark when I give the all clear, or the order to engage."
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It's Going Down. I'm Yelling Timber. (tags GRID, Beast Boy, Velocity)
Lysl and The G.R.I.D. Armor would then also easily detect the presence and descent of a Justice League Javelin 7 aerospace transport with hyperspacial wormhole projection capabilities.
Heck, the three neophyte heroes might even be able to see it hover over the treetops and ease down between them using their naked eyes.
Lysl and The G.R.I.D. Armor would then also easily detect the presence and descent of a Justice League Javelin 7 aerospace transport with hyperspacial wormhole projection capabilities.
Heck, the three neophyte heroes might even be able to see it hover over the treetops and ease down between them using their naked eyes.
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The War of The Currents. (tags Static)
Thanks to the havoc that Kiz had wrought before...
...and the swath that Ghost Rider, Raven, and Green Arrow had carved across the north of the city to reach Central City Sports Complex...
...Static had mercifully few enemies to fight on his way along the train tracks. Still enough to test his nerves and his conductivity, but not as much as he would have facing this all solo.
He would, of course, see the burned-out hulk that was The Flash Museum as he flew by.
But as he moved further west towards the crackling curtain of energy that speared up to the sky, he would find that his sensory overload would redouble-- this was definitely where the electricity was most concentrated, to a white hot drill-bore point.
Also, depending on his altitude, Static would experience the same spacial displacement/distortions that Kiz' ravens had some time previously. Space-warps that would suddenly find him flying in a completely different direction, or upside-down, or in circles...
...he would, perhaps, find himself forced to turn back and reevaluate.
Thanks to the havoc that Kiz had wrought before...
...and the swath that Ghost Rider, Raven, and Green Arrow had carved across the north of the city to reach Central City Sports Complex...
...Static had mercifully few enemies to fight on his way along the train tracks. Still enough to test his nerves and his conductivity, but not as much as he would have facing this all solo.
He would, of course, see the burned-out hulk that was The Flash Museum as he flew by.
But as he moved further west towards the crackling curtain of energy that speared up to the sky, he would find that his sensory overload would redouble-- this was definitely where the electricity was most concentrated, to a white hot drill-bore point.
Also, depending on his altitude, Static would experience the same spacial displacement/distortions that Kiz' ravens had some time previously. Space-warps that would suddenly find him flying in a completely different direction, or upside-down, or in circles...
...he would, perhaps, find himself forced to turn back and reevaluate.
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Outside the Dome: Kiz, Rogues, and Justice League Wannabe Edition (tag everyone)
The thirteen Nadeau on parole materialized in the trees around the Justice League Javelin 7. Kiz straightened, sliding his arm into the straps of Havel's shield and took two steps forward. Without looking back he said, "Len three steps to my right. Mick three to the left. Lisa six steps behind. Hands clear of weapons unless diplomacy fails."
Kiz recognized the tattoos of a journeyman of the Atlantean School of the Arcane. Their school was a bastardized of the true paths, but at least he could respect a follower of its paths unlike the pretender Constantine. Much like the Void Binders, their arcanum was printed on their bodies. They attuned themselves to the waters of the world. This one had not advanced to the master level. It was unlikely the Atlantean would recognize the true sigil of Zerox or Kiz's own status as the Left Hand of the Void. It was the artifact that the Atlantean, the Trident of Neptune, that made Kiz reconsider the man, but he'd already encountered one man who was heir to a slew of artifacts through improper possession.
A strange creature walked a half step behind the Atlantean. A killer as sure as any Kiz had ever seen but tame for now. The Killer maintained a slight distance.
Kiz gasped as his attention shattered. He felt her. He was a damn fool for not recognizing this earlier. He hoped his disrespect would not present problems. A scion of the Endless not of the Dreaming but reeking of Morpheus. She bore the mark of Morpheus upon her soul. Telepaths were rife in the worlds he'd visited, but few were those of the Void who had sight into the souls of creation's creatures. Morpheus as was within his purview had forced a Void Binding upon the girl's soul, carving a neat chunk out and suturing something in its place. It was a master piece. So seamless he doubted the girl even knew or felt its effects.
The House of Dream and Void were allied. Kiz owed Morpheus favors, and most important of all he enjoyed Guest Right within the demense of the Dreaming. Kiz honored a much similar if thousands of years older oath of alliance with the upper House of Dream.
He stepped forward and took a knee before the party, addressing her with clear, unblinking eyes of blackest night, cut from the Void itself. "Scion of the Endless, Childe of Dream. I present myself thus as Kiz, The Left Hand of the Void and Dominus of High House Void. The Time Lords did not notify me that a peer resided at present, but I did encounter unusual Time Sheer in traversing the Void. Their sight is vast but can be fallible, although I acknowledge it is unusual for it to be so.
"Therefore and without malice or restraint, I formally acknowledge your rights, title, and privileges as to the standing alliance between our Houses. If you so wish to invoke alliance based upon such preceding accords and binding oaths as proxy, scion, and childe of Dream then we shall be forthwith allied and bound to such terms as that status allows thus: That you will do no harm to me or through inaction allow harm to befall me in so far as the aid would not prove fatal to you. That I shall in turn do no harm to you or through inaction allow harm to befall you in so far as the aid would not prove fatal to myself. Further that I shall not act counter to your interests in this realm so long as they supersede mine own and do not violate my core mission. Likewise, that you will not act counter to my own interests in this realm so long as they do not supersede your own and do not violate your core mission.
"Should you wish to forgo this alliance as I have formally and presently offered unto you during the duration of our cohabitation in both time and space upon this realm, it shall not breach the formal oaths, responsibilities, and alliance between our Houses nor preclude invoking such at a future or past convergence of our paths. I do formally declare that I intended no malice nor abjuration towards yourself or your House. Fourth more that I registered as such in High House Time with the Twelve Lord of Time as required and should you wish to inspect my Anima Banner, I will call it forth but would not disrespect a lady of your station by presenting it in your presence unless unless it be your express wish that I do so."
Kiz continued to look into Rose's eyes and through them into her soul. The only other signs that he was who he said he was would be the void oozing from the windows to his soul and the presence of thirteen Nadeau, which would be all that would be required amongst the proper sort of people representing the small handful that Kiz would ever take a knee before. Whether or not she would recognize or accept his resume was something Kiz had doubts about, but he was not about to threaten an ancient alliance by disrespecting a high ranking member of High House Dream, who for all he knew might be slumming it up in a back water world out of boredom.
The thirteen Nadeau on parole materialized in the trees around the Justice League Javelin 7. Kiz straightened, sliding his arm into the straps of Havel's shield and took two steps forward. Without looking back he said, "Len three steps to my right. Mick three to the left. Lisa six steps behind. Hands clear of weapons unless diplomacy fails."
Kiz recognized the tattoos of a journeyman of the Atlantean School of the Arcane. Their school was a bastardized of the true paths, but at least he could respect a follower of its paths unlike the pretender Constantine. Much like the Void Binders, their arcanum was printed on their bodies. They attuned themselves to the waters of the world. This one had not advanced to the master level. It was unlikely the Atlantean would recognize the true sigil of Zerox or Kiz's own status as the Left Hand of the Void. It was the artifact that the Atlantean, the Trident of Neptune, that made Kiz reconsider the man, but he'd already encountered one man who was heir to a slew of artifacts through improper possession.
A strange creature walked a half step behind the Atlantean. A killer as sure as any Kiz had ever seen but tame for now. The Killer maintained a slight distance.
Kiz gasped as his attention shattered. He felt her. He was a damn fool for not recognizing this earlier. He hoped his disrespect would not present problems. A scion of the Endless not of the Dreaming but reeking of Morpheus. She bore the mark of Morpheus upon her soul. Telepaths were rife in the worlds he'd visited, but few were those of the Void who had sight into the souls of creation's creatures. Morpheus as was within his purview had forced a Void Binding upon the girl's soul, carving a neat chunk out and suturing something in its place. It was a master piece. So seamless he doubted the girl even knew or felt its effects.
The House of Dream and Void were allied. Kiz owed Morpheus favors, and most important of all he enjoyed Guest Right within the demense of the Dreaming. Kiz honored a much similar if thousands of years older oath of alliance with the upper House of Dream.
He stepped forward and took a knee before the party, addressing her with clear, unblinking eyes of blackest night, cut from the Void itself. "Scion of the Endless, Childe of Dream. I present myself thus as Kiz, The Left Hand of the Void and Dominus of High House Void. The Time Lords did not notify me that a peer resided at present, but I did encounter unusual Time Sheer in traversing the Void. Their sight is vast but can be fallible, although I acknowledge it is unusual for it to be so.
"Therefore and without malice or restraint, I formally acknowledge your rights, title, and privileges as to the standing alliance between our Houses. If you so wish to invoke alliance based upon such preceding accords and binding oaths as proxy, scion, and childe of Dream then we shall be forthwith allied and bound to such terms as that status allows thus: That you will do no harm to me or through inaction allow harm to befall me in so far as the aid would not prove fatal to you. That I shall in turn do no harm to you or through inaction allow harm to befall you in so far as the aid would not prove fatal to myself. Further that I shall not act counter to your interests in this realm so long as they supersede mine own and do not violate my core mission. Likewise, that you will not act counter to my own interests in this realm so long as they do not supersede your own and do not violate your core mission.
"Should you wish to forgo this alliance as I have formally and presently offered unto you during the duration of our cohabitation in both time and space upon this realm, it shall not breach the formal oaths, responsibilities, and alliance between our Houses nor preclude invoking such at a future or past convergence of our paths. I do formally declare that I intended no malice nor abjuration towards yourself or your House. Fourth more that I registered as such in High House Time with the Twelve Lord of Time as required and should you wish to inspect my Anima Banner, I will call it forth but would not disrespect a lady of your station by presenting it in your presence unless unless it be your express wish that I do so."
Kiz continued to look into Rose's eyes and through them into her soul. The only other signs that he was who he said he was would be the void oozing from the windows to his soul and the presence of thirteen Nadeau, which would be all that would be required amongst the proper sort of people representing the small handful that Kiz would ever take a knee before. Whether or not she would recognize or accept his resume was something Kiz had doubts about, but he was not about to threaten an ancient alliance by disrespecting a high ranking member of High House Dream, who for all he knew might be slumming it up in a back water world out of boredom.
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Time to hit the water
Garfield nodded as the Transformer-dude told him about the river, since there weren't any flooding inside the dome, that meant an entrance.
"OK well, it seems like our only way into this dome is under water. I doubt that Transformer guy here will have any problems and if you can swim as fast as you run, I think you can make it as well. But maybe we should go meet up with those guys, they might have some options available."
He trailed off as the shape of an aeroplane suddenly popped into existence, hovered and then lowered down.
"OK that seals it. I'm going over there. That looked like the Justice League ships I have seen on television. I want one autograph at least! Meet you guys over there."
He shifted into the form of a Peregrine falcon, with a screech he launched himself into the air, flapping wings for height and then set off into the direction he had seen the craft land. With the speed of the falcon came incredible eye-sight and he managed to make out a whole group of people gathered. In fact there was some huge dude on one knee. With a shriek of triumph, he dived, breaking his speed at the last moment.
As he transformed, he ended up running a few steps to a stop and found him among a bunch of strangers. "Oh hi guys." He glanced around, "And uhm gals."
Garfield nodded as the Transformer-dude told him about the river, since there weren't any flooding inside the dome, that meant an entrance.
"OK well, it seems like our only way into this dome is under water. I doubt that Transformer guy here will have any problems and if you can swim as fast as you run, I think you can make it as well. But maybe we should go meet up with those guys, they might have some options available."
He trailed off as the shape of an aeroplane suddenly popped into existence, hovered and then lowered down.
"OK that seals it. I'm going over there. That looked like the Justice League ships I have seen on television. I want one autograph at least! Meet you guys over there."
He shifted into the form of a Peregrine falcon, with a screech he launched himself into the air, flapping wings for height and then set off into the direction he had seen the craft land. With the speed of the falcon came incredible eye-sight and he managed to make out a whole group of people gathered. In fact there was some huge dude on one knee. With a shriek of triumph, he dived, breaking his speed at the last moment.
As he transformed, he ended up running a few steps to a stop and found him among a bunch of strangers. "Oh hi guys." He glanced around, "And uhm gals."
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From the Fire to the uh.. umm.. fire. (tag: The Archer)
Groaning in frustration as the Rider continued to ignore her pleas that they leave the area, Raven dropped in next to the fiery daemon beast – in all it’s righteous indignant rage. “Look bitch, I don’t give a rats ass about your Divine Duty at the moment. Those .. mages.. are about to rip us a new one, and you’re fueling their powers.”
Singing The Rider smashed a chain shrouded fist into the side of Raven’s skull, knocking her to the side as she staggered under the force of the blow.
Grunting as she regained focus, the jem in the center of her head glowed. A sight that was neauseating as well as powerful to those that beheld in. Stepping up to The Rider again she grabbed it’s flaming skull with her hand, the flesh searing as she spoke arcane words to softly to be heard into it’s ear.
Screaming The Rider grabbed her around the throat and threw Raven away. Hard. The shear force behind the throw was enough to send the young girl several blocks away. Crashing through a bank window she rolled on broken glass, suffering a dozen small cuts and scrapes. But maybe she was far enough away to no longer feed into the power of the Blood Mages.
Chains writhed and lashed so fast they were more of a blur than striking snakes. A dome of steel and fire. Ripping open a car the Demon’s eyes flashed as it glared at The Archer. “Get in.. Child of Adam and Eve.”
With a screech of Metal the door slammed shut and the car’s tires exploded into flame, the once beautiful paint instantly seared and boiled as unearthly power took hold. Screaming tires set fire to the blacktop as the hell-car burst forwards, and it was gone. The license plate spinning in place between two tire marks that went nowhere.
At least nowhere anybody ever willingly went.
*****
Moments later the car erupted from the burning husk of the Flash Museum. Without even waiting for the vehicle to stop The Rider blew the door off it’s hinges and stepped out.
Groaning in frustration as the Rider continued to ignore her pleas that they leave the area, Raven dropped in next to the fiery daemon beast – in all it’s righteous indignant rage. “Look bitch, I don’t give a rats ass about your Divine Duty at the moment. Those .. mages.. are about to rip us a new one, and you’re fueling their powers.”
Singing The Rider smashed a chain shrouded fist into the side of Raven’s skull, knocking her to the side as she staggered under the force of the blow.
Grunting as she regained focus, the jem in the center of her head glowed. A sight that was neauseating as well as powerful to those that beheld in. Stepping up to The Rider again she grabbed it’s flaming skull with her hand, the flesh searing as she spoke arcane words to softly to be heard into it’s ear.
Screaming The Rider grabbed her around the throat and threw Raven away. Hard. The shear force behind the throw was enough to send the young girl several blocks away. Crashing through a bank window she rolled on broken glass, suffering a dozen small cuts and scrapes. But maybe she was far enough away to no longer feed into the power of the Blood Mages.
Chains writhed and lashed so fast they were more of a blur than striking snakes. A dome of steel and fire. Ripping open a car the Demon’s eyes flashed as it glared at The Archer. “Get in.. Child of Adam and Eve.”
With a screech of Metal the door slammed shut and the car’s tires exploded into flame, the once beautiful paint instantly seared and boiled as unearthly power took hold. Screaming tires set fire to the blacktop as the hell-car burst forwards, and it was gone. The license plate spinning in place between two tire marks that went nowhere.
At least nowhere anybody ever willingly went.
*****
Moments later the car erupted from the burning husk of the Flash Museum. Without even waiting for the vehicle to stop The Rider blew the door off it’s hinges and stepped out.
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Every Second of The Night, I Live Another Life. (Rose/M'gann)(tags Leaguers)
Lisa squinted. "Is that some sort of Middle East misogyny bullcrap, because chivalry's only romantic to a point."
Mick shot Len a glower. "So is this guy gonna call all our shots now, 'Captain?'"
Len didn't bat an eye. "He makes a bad call, I'll call him on it. So far he's been on the money." He half-glanced at Glider. "Leese, he put you in the back so you can grab us all and peace out, we're all in your tendril radius. Just... be cool. Everyone be cool. Holster your pieces and be ready to slap leather if you need to. No unnecessary collateral damage, that's standard procedure. ...right?"
Grumbling, Glider and Heatwave acquiesced.
Then the gangplank descended from the Javelin, and a contingent of Leaguers exited. First two, then two behind them.
Aquaman and Renegade first.
(The Champion's Trident hummed mildly in proximity with Havel's shield.
Like Ruby, Kaldur could not help but note with some impressedness the intricate quality of Kiz' tattoos.)
Indeed, the ways of Atlantean Magic had forgotten much since the days of The Archmage Arion. The coming of The Obsidian Age and the subsequent cataclysm that took this incarnation of Atlantis below the waves had forced much of their culture to adapt or survive-- just like the Atlanteans themselves.
But true Atlantean mages were still tremendously potent. Queen Mera, for instance, was a master watershaper even without artifacts such as The Champion's Trident or Kaldur's custom waterbearers. Kaldur's friend Garth could summon the power of The Tempest, manipulate water in all its forms, and possessed powerful attack magics. Tula, too, before her untimely death, had promise to be one of the greatest sorceresses in all the depths.
Mera, certainly, would have greeted Kiz like an ambassador and an old friend. But Kaldur lacked her... comprehensiveness.
Kaldur had taken what he needed from The Conservatory of Sorcery, but once King Orin had taken Kaldur under his tutelage, he had begun a different sort of training. The fact that Kaldur's electric-eel tattoos were always visible were a dead giveaway that he was not a master-- a true mage of this school would have tattoos that only appeared when active.
Nevertheless, Kaldur had his military training, redoubled by his training under the first and truest Aquaman. And he had The Trident, and was learning bit by bit the true power it possessed.
But he was The Champion of Atlantis by right and by rite, deemed worthy of it by The King himself in the event of his passing-- and reaffirmed by The Queen even in her mourning. The Trident was his, even though it often felt as heavy in his hands as any crown could feel on a head, even though he lacked experience with its intricacies. He was Worthy.
He was, perhaps, a journeyman indeed. But he knew his destination.
Kaldur knew less about Renegade than he knew about The Champion's Trident. And as an agent of Lex Luthor-- what else could she be, given his insistence that she... sometimes he...? (...it wasn't that he didn't have experience with the fluidity of gender given working with J'onn J'onzz and Ruby Reed, but he actually didn't know Renegade's preferred pronouns...) be added to The New League's roster? --he trusted her far less. But Lex would not put her in such a high-profile role if she were not competent.
He would just have to keep an eye on her, even as he was keeping an eye on Luthor himself.
He opened his mouth to greet Kiz warily, and his entourage of Rogues.
And then, her head mostly back on straight from seeing those fireblasts from afar, reassured by Wonder Girl's presence, came Rose Walker.
"'Kiz,'" Heatwave murmured. "I thought his name was Bolero... something."
"You've got two names, Mick," Cold reminded him without missing a beat.
"Oh," Heatwave nodded. "Yeah."
Kaldur closed his mouth. And arched an eyebrow, glancing at Rose.
Rose stared at Kiz with her red red eyes wide wide wide.
Something dark and primal and unknowable was dancing on the back of her neck. Things her heart used to know, once upon a December.
Something... Endless.
"Core... mission?" Again, Rose's pale pale hand went to her pale pale scalp. She looked... even paler than usual. White as a ghost. White as the dream of a ghost.
"Martian Manhuntress," Kaldur wondered slowly. "Do you know this man?"
And when Rose Walker replied, shaking her head, utterly confounded and bewildered, a curious thing happened.
One voice replied out loud. Saying one thing.
And at the same time... a shade stepped out from behind her.
A green girl with red hair and freckles. The idealized image of an astral form-- what she would look like if she wanted to, unconnected to what her true body had resembled in life. And she was smiling.
And she... said another thing.
The voices were layered over and above each other. Like two signals coming in on different frequencies.
The vision and sound of the green girl were meant only for Kiz, and while he would also hear and see Rose, Rose would be all anyone else saw or heard.
"Aquaman," Rose mumbled, "I don't even know why I'm Martian. My mom was adopted but we met my biological grandmother in June last year and we've got-- we've got family trees on both sides and everything, lots of-- English and Welsh and Scottish-- no Martian!"
And at the same time, the green girl spoke to Kiz: [Kiz, The Left Hand of the Void and Dominus of High House Void, rise. I am M'gann M'orzz, Ward of High House Dream of Lord L'Zoril called Morpheus Dream of The Endless, post-incarnate Last Pale Daughter of Ma'aleca'andra, The Red and Silent Planet. I dwell in the heart of Rose Walker of The Clan Kincaid, grand-scion of Lord-Lady Epithumia called Desire of The Endless, though she knows it not.]
"Is what Aquaman asked true, though?" Rose stared desperately back into Kiz' eyes, demanding the truth. "Do you know me? Do you recognize me from... somewhere else? Another life? I was-- I was just telling Wonder Girl that I thought my past life had been on another planet... I swear to God I've never seen you in my life before but the things you're saying are giving me such deja vu it's making my skin... crawl. Like the Devil's walking on my grave-- I never got that saying before right right now..."
Glancing apologetically at Rose, M'gann smiled with sympathetic pain, and continued, her psychic voice still echoing resonant simultaneously with Rose's spoken words: [Rose gave up her heart, bewilderedly but of her own free will, that Lord Morpheus of Dream might destroy the vortex that grew within her and thereby save all of The Dreaming and indeed this entire solar system. I offered to become her new heart to honor this sacrifice, and my Lord facilitated the alchemy. But the strain on her mind was mighty indeed, and we feared that if we pressed her too much further, she would fall into the realm of Delirium. Thus, her subconscious grows to accept the change each night as she dreams, so that when her conscious mind learns the truth she may retain such sanity as can be retained by those who have touched the gods.]
"I don't know... what you're saying, these words like core mission and anima banner..." Rose pressed the heel of her palm into her forehead.
"An anima banner is a mystical display igniting one's aura and representing one's true essence," Kaldur supplied helpfully, unaware even with his own telepathy of the second conversation layered upon Rose's own. "A signature among magic users, bigger and brighter depending on the power of the mage, often taking the shape of one's totem animal, though not always. Queen Mera of Atlantis displays her anima in the form of an octopus, titanic in size. Mine is a water-serpent, but I am not presently capable of a full manifestation."
"Like... like a Patronus?" Rose fumbled for purchase on the moment.
Kaldur did not quite smile. "Yes. Like a Patronus."
As Rose and Kaldur spoke with each other, M'gann continued: [Lord Dream permits me be here at my own discretion, and I do not presently fulfill his orders, though I would were he to order me. My core mission in the waking world is to let Rose Walker live her life. In living her life, Rose Walker has chosen to use the Martian attributes growing from my presence in her heart-cradle to help those around her as a superheroine. Thus, my core mission is to serve is a member of this League of Justice in defense of this realm against all threats, terrestrial and celestial, in support of Rose. If such does not contradict, supersede, or violate your core mission in the waking world, then we may be allies in this... and we have an accord.]
Lisa squinted. "Is that some sort of Middle East misogyny bullcrap, because chivalry's only romantic to a point."
Mick shot Len a glower. "So is this guy gonna call all our shots now, 'Captain?'"
Len didn't bat an eye. "He makes a bad call, I'll call him on it. So far he's been on the money." He half-glanced at Glider. "Leese, he put you in the back so you can grab us all and peace out, we're all in your tendril radius. Just... be cool. Everyone be cool. Holster your pieces and be ready to slap leather if you need to. No unnecessary collateral damage, that's standard procedure. ...right?"
Grumbling, Glider and Heatwave acquiesced.
Then the gangplank descended from the Javelin, and a contingent of Leaguers exited. First two, then two behind them.
Aquaman and Renegade first.
(The Champion's Trident hummed mildly in proximity with Havel's shield.
Like Ruby, Kaldur could not help but note with some impressedness the intricate quality of Kiz' tattoos.)
Indeed, the ways of Atlantean Magic had forgotten much since the days of The Archmage Arion. The coming of The Obsidian Age and the subsequent cataclysm that took this incarnation of Atlantis below the waves had forced much of their culture to adapt or survive-- just like the Atlanteans themselves.
But true Atlantean mages were still tremendously potent. Queen Mera, for instance, was a master watershaper even without artifacts such as The Champion's Trident or Kaldur's custom waterbearers. Kaldur's friend Garth could summon the power of The Tempest, manipulate water in all its forms, and possessed powerful attack magics. Tula, too, before her untimely death, had promise to be one of the greatest sorceresses in all the depths.
Mera, certainly, would have greeted Kiz like an ambassador and an old friend. But Kaldur lacked her... comprehensiveness.
Kaldur had taken what he needed from The Conservatory of Sorcery, but once King Orin had taken Kaldur under his tutelage, he had begun a different sort of training. The fact that Kaldur's electric-eel tattoos were always visible were a dead giveaway that he was not a master-- a true mage of this school would have tattoos that only appeared when active.
Nevertheless, Kaldur had his military training, redoubled by his training under the first and truest Aquaman. And he had The Trident, and was learning bit by bit the true power it possessed.
But he was The Champion of Atlantis by right and by rite, deemed worthy of it by The King himself in the event of his passing-- and reaffirmed by The Queen even in her mourning. The Trident was his, even though it often felt as heavy in his hands as any crown could feel on a head, even though he lacked experience with its intricacies. He was Worthy.
He was, perhaps, a journeyman indeed. But he knew his destination.
Kaldur knew less about Renegade than he knew about The Champion's Trident. And as an agent of Lex Luthor-- what else could she be, given his insistence that she... sometimes he...? (...it wasn't that he didn't have experience with the fluidity of gender given working with J'onn J'onzz and Ruby Reed, but he actually didn't know Renegade's preferred pronouns...) be added to The New League's roster? --he trusted her far less. But Lex would not put her in such a high-profile role if she were not competent.
He would just have to keep an eye on her, even as he was keeping an eye on Luthor himself.
He opened his mouth to greet Kiz warily, and his entourage of Rogues.
And then, her head mostly back on straight from seeing those fireblasts from afar, reassured by Wonder Girl's presence, came Rose Walker.
"'Kiz,'" Heatwave murmured. "I thought his name was Bolero... something."
"You've got two names, Mick," Cold reminded him without missing a beat.
"Oh," Heatwave nodded. "Yeah."
Kaldur closed his mouth. And arched an eyebrow, glancing at Rose.
Rose stared at Kiz with her red red eyes wide wide wide.
Something dark and primal and unknowable was dancing on the back of her neck. Things her heart used to know, once upon a December.
Something... Endless.
"Core... mission?" Again, Rose's pale pale hand went to her pale pale scalp. She looked... even paler than usual. White as a ghost. White as the dream of a ghost.
"Martian Manhuntress," Kaldur wondered slowly. "Do you know this man?"
And when Rose Walker replied, shaking her head, utterly confounded and bewildered, a curious thing happened.
One voice replied out loud. Saying one thing.
And at the same time... a shade stepped out from behind her.
A green girl with red hair and freckles. The idealized image of an astral form-- what she would look like if she wanted to, unconnected to what her true body had resembled in life. And she was smiling.
And she... said another thing.
The voices were layered over and above each other. Like two signals coming in on different frequencies.
The vision and sound of the green girl were meant only for Kiz, and while he would also hear and see Rose, Rose would be all anyone else saw or heard.
"Aquaman," Rose mumbled, "I don't even know why I'm Martian. My mom was adopted but we met my biological grandmother in June last year and we've got-- we've got family trees on both sides and everything, lots of-- English and Welsh and Scottish-- no Martian!"
And at the same time, the green girl spoke to Kiz: [Kiz, The Left Hand of the Void and Dominus of High House Void, rise. I am M'gann M'orzz, Ward of High House Dream of Lord L'Zoril called Morpheus Dream of The Endless, post-incarnate Last Pale Daughter of Ma'aleca'andra, The Red and Silent Planet. I dwell in the heart of Rose Walker of The Clan Kincaid, grand-scion of Lord-Lady Epithumia called Desire of The Endless, though she knows it not.]
"Is what Aquaman asked true, though?" Rose stared desperately back into Kiz' eyes, demanding the truth. "Do you know me? Do you recognize me from... somewhere else? Another life? I was-- I was just telling Wonder Girl that I thought my past life had been on another planet... I swear to God I've never seen you in my life before but the things you're saying are giving me such deja vu it's making my skin... crawl. Like the Devil's walking on my grave-- I never got that saying before right right now..."
Glancing apologetically at Rose, M'gann smiled with sympathetic pain, and continued, her psychic voice still echoing resonant simultaneously with Rose's spoken words: [Rose gave up her heart, bewilderedly but of her own free will, that Lord Morpheus of Dream might destroy the vortex that grew within her and thereby save all of The Dreaming and indeed this entire solar system. I offered to become her new heart to honor this sacrifice, and my Lord facilitated the alchemy. But the strain on her mind was mighty indeed, and we feared that if we pressed her too much further, she would fall into the realm of Delirium. Thus, her subconscious grows to accept the change each night as she dreams, so that when her conscious mind learns the truth she may retain such sanity as can be retained by those who have touched the gods.]
"I don't know... what you're saying, these words like core mission and anima banner..." Rose pressed the heel of her palm into her forehead.
"An anima banner is a mystical display igniting one's aura and representing one's true essence," Kaldur supplied helpfully, unaware even with his own telepathy of the second conversation layered upon Rose's own. "A signature among magic users, bigger and brighter depending on the power of the mage, often taking the shape of one's totem animal, though not always. Queen Mera of Atlantis displays her anima in the form of an octopus, titanic in size. Mine is a water-serpent, but I am not presently capable of a full manifestation."
"Like... like a Patronus?" Rose fumbled for purchase on the moment.
Kaldur did not quite smile. "Yes. Like a Patronus."
As Rose and Kaldur spoke with each other, M'gann continued: [Lord Dream permits me be here at my own discretion, and I do not presently fulfill his orders, though I would were he to order me. My core mission in the waking world is to let Rose Walker live her life. In living her life, Rose Walker has chosen to use the Martian attributes growing from my presence in her heart-cradle to help those around her as a superheroine. Thus, my core mission is to serve is a member of this League of Justice in defense of this realm against all threats, terrestrial and celestial, in support of Rose. If such does not contradict, supersede, or violate your core mission in the waking world, then we may be allies in this... and we have an accord.]
An alert flashed in GRID's visor. One Javelin class ship has appeared. It is registered to the League. Let us hope HE did not notice.
He watched as the ship landed and Beast Boy took off. "Suppose we should follow suit." And with that GRID sprinted off towards the Javelin. As he approached he took stock of those gathered. "Well this is an interesting group of people."
He watched as the ship landed and Beast Boy took off. "Suppose we should follow suit." And with that GRID sprinted off towards the Javelin. As he approached he took stock of those gathered. "Well this is an interesting group of people."
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Velocity Javelin
Velocity saw the ship starting to land where the fire blasts had come up from and recognized it from her early days. An old Justice league Javelin.
Well it looked like someone who knew what they were doing was here at least. Not that they didn't of course, but anyone able to get their hands on one of those things should definitely know what to do in this sort of situation.
Turning back to Beast Boy and GRID she was about to suggest they move over to investigate, when BB flew off and GRID made the suggestion himself. Of course then he started to run over but to Velocity it was like he was moving in slow motion.
Shaking her head she took off and exactly 1.00657 secs later stopped 30 meters away from the Javelin as two groups of costumed Heroes? seemed to be meeting each other. The problem was she was sure a couple of them were definitely not heroes.
She knew Heatwave and Captain Cold, and they weren't, although they had done a few good deeds. She did not recognize the other two, but she sure recognized most of the people near the Javelin.
Still no one was shooting or making any threatening gestures and she wanted to keep it that way. Deciding to wait until GRID caught up she waited on the sidelines and kept her ears open.
Velocity saw the ship starting to land where the fire blasts had come up from and recognized it from her early days. An old Justice league Javelin.
Well it looked like someone who knew what they were doing was here at least. Not that they didn't of course, but anyone able to get their hands on one of those things should definitely know what to do in this sort of situation.
Turning back to Beast Boy and GRID she was about to suggest they move over to investigate, when BB flew off and GRID made the suggestion himself. Of course then he started to run over but to Velocity it was like he was moving in slow motion.
Shaking her head she took off and exactly 1.00657 secs later stopped 30 meters away from the Javelin as two groups of costumed Heroes? seemed to be meeting each other. The problem was she was sure a couple of them were definitely not heroes.
She knew Heatwave and Captain Cold, and they weren't, although they had done a few good deeds. She did not recognize the other two, but she sure recognized most of the people near the Javelin.
Still no one was shooting or making any threatening gestures and she wanted to keep it that way. Deciding to wait until GRID caught up she waited on the sidelines and kept her ears open.
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Green Arrow Shot outta Hell
Connor was not having fun.
He had managed to kill one floating guy...Mage...Bloodthirster...Ahh whatever they were calling themselves now, but it seemed that for every death that occurred, or even injury, the rest of them were just getting stronger. The problem with that was, there was really no way to stop inflicting injuries unless they wanted to die themselves.
He followed the Rider who seemed to be having the time of it's life...Well undeath maybe. She was laying into everything that crossed it's path, turning all to ash. However even she was having trouble with the mages.
Luckily they were concentrating on Raven.
As Green Arrow dispatched another two Ninja's with headshots, he turned to see Raven hiss something into the Riders ear and then she flung her several blocks away after screaming in pain.
Looking at them he wondered just what was going on. Hell where they still on the same team and if not who did he follow now?
That decision was taken away from him when suddenly the Rider surrounded them in a dome of flashing metal as it wielded it's chain in an impressive display, the dome catching fire and shielding them from sight. Then if that wasn't enough he was ordered into a car.
The look on her face (Well skull) was the don't argue variety...So he didn't. As the Rider hopped in the car warped and changed, the wheels going from rubber to fire, the paint peeling and warping and with screech they suddenly shot down the road and into somewhere else.
Connor instantly knew where. This was Hell. Instinctively he shut his eyes not wanting to really deal with that right now. Oh he had no problems with the concept of it, but right now dealing with the reality of Hell was not something he wanted to deal with.
Luckily it was but a short journey and soon the car burst back into the normal plane of exsistance and half screeched to a halt. The ider was out before the car had stopped moving, but Connor took a little longer to emerge. Still he was out and ready to go by the time the car came to a halt and was scanning all around.
Just where the hell (and he used that rather loosely at the moment) were they? There didn't seem to be anyone around, at least for now, but were they closer or further away from the big bad.
"Okay boss point the way, but I got a feeling Raven is going to be mighty pissed off at you later. Of course I also have a feeling you don't give a rat's arse," he chuckled.
Connor was not having fun.
He had managed to kill one floating guy...Mage...Bloodthirster...Ahh whatever they were calling themselves now, but it seemed that for every death that occurred, or even injury, the rest of them were just getting stronger. The problem with that was, there was really no way to stop inflicting injuries unless they wanted to die themselves.
He followed the Rider who seemed to be having the time of it's life...Well undeath maybe. She was laying into everything that crossed it's path, turning all to ash. However even she was having trouble with the mages.
Luckily they were concentrating on Raven.
As Green Arrow dispatched another two Ninja's with headshots, he turned to see Raven hiss something into the Riders ear and then she flung her several blocks away after screaming in pain.
Looking at them he wondered just what was going on. Hell where they still on the same team and if not who did he follow now?
That decision was taken away from him when suddenly the Rider surrounded them in a dome of flashing metal as it wielded it's chain in an impressive display, the dome catching fire and shielding them from sight. Then if that wasn't enough he was ordered into a car.
The look on her face (Well skull) was the don't argue variety...So he didn't. As the Rider hopped in the car warped and changed, the wheels going from rubber to fire, the paint peeling and warping and with screech they suddenly shot down the road and into somewhere else.
Connor instantly knew where. This was Hell. Instinctively he shut his eyes not wanting to really deal with that right now. Oh he had no problems with the concept of it, but right now dealing with the reality of Hell was not something he wanted to deal with.
Luckily it was but a short journey and soon the car burst back into the normal plane of exsistance and half screeched to a halt. The ider was out before the car had stopped moving, but Connor took a little longer to emerge. Still he was out and ready to go by the time the car came to a halt and was scanning all around.
Just where the hell (and he used that rather loosely at the moment) were they? There didn't seem to be anyone around, at least for now, but were they closer or further away from the big bad.
"Okay boss point the way, but I got a feeling Raven is going to be mighty pissed off at you later. Of course I also have a feeling you don't give a rat's arse," he chuckled.
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Renegades gotta have fun...
Standing up Renegade left the jump seat on the vessel, mentally checking for weapon placements before her feet had moved and her weight had shifted. Rising up she felt the pressure and placement of every bullet and knife, every pin and needle. Special ammo had been placed around her body, as well as .. other things.
Grabbing her duffle bag from under the seat she pulled the sniper rifle out and had it assembled in seconds. High Velocity, High Explosive rounds would be popping skulls in a few minutes. Shifting it to lay on her back, she felt the blades in their scabbards pressing against her back.
And then she was stepping out into the air, following the water breather. A little salt in the air and he’d be hacking blood. The blonde would drop with a little green dust. And the red head.. she was so damned easy, little a match and watch her turn catatonic.
Shifting her gaze she looked at the new group, her eyes taking in the tattoo’s, the hands, and the musculature structure, the sounds of his tendons as he moved. And the way he moved – he’d kill them all if it suited his purposes. And those two she’d heard of through the grapevine. Almost contacted them for a job last year, but the job hadn’t panned out so the contact had never been initiated.
The other one was a different player altogether, but if it breathed.. it died.
Usually.
And if it didn’t die.. being stuck in a live volcano sucked. Or the bottom of the ocean for a decade or two. Primitive tribes sucked balls. She/he should know.
She watched as the red head played astral projection and split personality all in one cute little package. Not that anyone in either group was unpleasant to look at. And under the right circumstances she’d be willing to shower, or play. with anyone here.
But for now, it was killing time.
Standing up Renegade left the jump seat on the vessel, mentally checking for weapon placements before her feet had moved and her weight had shifted. Rising up she felt the pressure and placement of every bullet and knife, every pin and needle. Special ammo had been placed around her body, as well as .. other things.
Grabbing her duffle bag from under the seat she pulled the sniper rifle out and had it assembled in seconds. High Velocity, High Explosive rounds would be popping skulls in a few minutes. Shifting it to lay on her back, she felt the blades in their scabbards pressing against her back.
And then she was stepping out into the air, following the water breather. A little salt in the air and he’d be hacking blood. The blonde would drop with a little green dust. And the red head.. she was so damned easy, little a match and watch her turn catatonic.
Shifting her gaze she looked at the new group, her eyes taking in the tattoo’s, the hands, and the musculature structure, the sounds of his tendons as he moved. And the way he moved – he’d kill them all if it suited his purposes. And those two she’d heard of through the grapevine. Almost contacted them for a job last year, but the job hadn’t panned out so the contact had never been initiated.
The other one was a different player altogether, but if it breathed.. it died.
Usually.
And if it didn’t die.. being stuck in a live volcano sucked. Or the bottom of the ocean for a decade or two. Primitive tribes sucked balls. She/he should know.
She watched as the red head played astral projection and split personality all in one cute little package. Not that anyone in either group was unpleasant to look at. And under the right circumstances she’d be willing to shower, or play. with anyone here.
But for now, it was killing time.
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Virgil screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into a building. He didn't understand how the dome was causing this severe a distortion. The amount of power to cause small distortions like this was staggering but on this level it was sickening. It was more power than Virgil could wrap his head around and that was saying something.
He sighed and landed on the roof of the closest building and surveyed the area. The north held the large structure of the Mall, there was a S.T.A.R. Labs somewhere around the Mall but he couldn't remember where. Past the mall was an eerie blue glow that emanated from the stadium. Towards the south held the heart of the city’s government with the court building and city hall. The west held the river and the staggering energies shooting up into the sky and feeding the dome. The east had little worth mentioning past the Flash Museum and the railway he had unceremoniously been dumped. Virgil shook his head, his options weren't good. He couldn't get towards the river and the stadium appeared to be the only thing that stood out. Maybe he could try traveling on foot, perhaps through the sewers. He might be able to get closers to the river that way. His thought process was halted by the sound of squealing car tires and wrenching metal. That couldn't be good but cars meant people. People who might need help.
Virgil turned his head towards the strange sound emanating from the Flash's museum and then back towards the river and cursed. He turned away from the river and slowly made his way down towards the streets. He skirted mere feet above the tops of cars, rocketing towards the Flash Museum. He made sure to avoid any large groups of cultists, choosing to be smart rather than rash and foolish. He caught sight of the strange hell car and the hulking form of the rider and halted his progress and his in the shadow of a building. He didn't recognize these people but he could definitely tell that they weren't common bystanders. They were strange, not cultists like any he had seen but he didn't trust them. He continued to watch them closely , trying to remain as hidden as possible.
He sighed and landed on the roof of the closest building and surveyed the area. The north held the large structure of the Mall, there was a S.T.A.R. Labs somewhere around the Mall but he couldn't remember where. Past the mall was an eerie blue glow that emanated from the stadium. Towards the south held the heart of the city’s government with the court building and city hall. The west held the river and the staggering energies shooting up into the sky and feeding the dome. The east had little worth mentioning past the Flash Museum and the railway he had unceremoniously been dumped. Virgil shook his head, his options weren't good. He couldn't get towards the river and the stadium appeared to be the only thing that stood out. Maybe he could try traveling on foot, perhaps through the sewers. He might be able to get closers to the river that way. His thought process was halted by the sound of squealing car tires and wrenching metal. That couldn't be good but cars meant people. People who might need help.
Virgil turned his head towards the strange sound emanating from the Flash's museum and then back towards the river and cursed. He turned away from the river and slowly made his way down towards the streets. He skirted mere feet above the tops of cars, rocketing towards the Flash Museum. He made sure to avoid any large groups of cultists, choosing to be smart rather than rash and foolish. He caught sight of the strange hell car and the hulking form of the rider and halted his progress and his in the shadow of a building. He didn't recognize these people but he could definitely tell that they weren't common bystanders. They were strange, not cultists like any he had seen but he didn't trust them. He continued to watch them closely , trying to remain as hidden as possible.
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Wondergirl (Tag: Rogues and the Leagers..)
Stepping off the ship/plane/Javelin thing Karan looked around, trying not to look at Rose or Renegade. One made her think naughty thoughts and the other made her wanna vomit from the colors.
She watched the other group, her eyes refocusing as she looked through what they had on and carried and looked at them. She’d already seen some things she didn’t like, and with the shit that was going down she wasn’t really interested in barfing all over someone’s lawn.
So she kept back, like the Boss wanted. And if her eyes tended to wander over and look at Rose it wasn’t illogical to keep an on her team mates. Was it?
Looking at the other group she had the feeling that they were not the most pleasant of people. They could be, but she just had the feeling that people carrying portable flamethrowers were not, well, nice people.
Stepping off the ship/plane/Javelin thing Karan looked around, trying not to look at Rose or Renegade. One made her think naughty thoughts and the other made her wanna vomit from the colors.
She watched the other group, her eyes refocusing as she looked through what they had on and carried and looked at them. She’d already seen some things she didn’t like, and with the shit that was going down she wasn’t really interested in barfing all over someone’s lawn.
So she kept back, like the Boss wanted. And if her eyes tended to wander over and look at Rose it wasn’t illogical to keep an on her team mates. Was it?
Looking at the other group she had the feeling that they were not the most pleasant of people. They could be, but she just had the feeling that people carrying portable flamethrowers were not, well, nice people.
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Raven/Xarathos (Tag: The Archer)
Turning it’s head at an impossible angle Xarathos looked at the Son of Adam, and then pointed towards a figure walking towards them, as it crept along sticking to shadows and darkness as it flittered from building to tree to building.
Crossing the last distance the figure pulled back it’s hood and glared at Xarathos, “You didn’t have to throw me so damned hard. I’m still picking glass out of my cloak.”
Pointing at The Archer she gave him a look. Then looked back at the Rider. “So.. still feel like going toe to toe? They have a lot of souls somewhere.. I can feel the psychic residue of torture and blood, and I’m sure you do as well. Probably what’s turned you into a crazy fireball.”
“Vengeance is Mine!!!”
“Yeah.. I know. Shit, learn a new phrase already.” Looking at Conner she asked, ”So what am I supposed to call you again? I get the mental image of Robin Hood from.. it. But I’m fairly certain you aren’t Robin Hood”
Turning it’s head at an impossible angle Xarathos looked at the Son of Adam, and then pointed towards a figure walking towards them, as it crept along sticking to shadows and darkness as it flittered from building to tree to building.
Crossing the last distance the figure pulled back it’s hood and glared at Xarathos, “You didn’t have to throw me so damned hard. I’m still picking glass out of my cloak.”
Pointing at The Archer she gave him a look. Then looked back at the Rider. “So.. still feel like going toe to toe? They have a lot of souls somewhere.. I can feel the psychic residue of torture and blood, and I’m sure you do as well. Probably what’s turned you into a crazy fireball.”
“Vengeance is Mine!!!”
“Yeah.. I know. Shit, learn a new phrase already.” Looking at Conner she asked, ”So what am I supposed to call you again? I get the mental image of Robin Hood from.. it. But I’m fairly certain you aren’t Robin Hood”
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