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6011/Rise of the Outsiders: Kid

2018-12-17T21:25:27Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/12/17 |Location=NYC Alley |Synopsis=Kid is offered a spot in the Outsiders. |Cast of Characters=1558, 54, 1613 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/17
|Location=NYC Alley
|Synopsis=Kid is offered a spot in the Outsiders.
|Cast of Characters=1558, 54, 1613
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' It late night in the city, way past any reasonble hour for most folks. By now save for parts like down town, the alleyways and small time shops where closed. And night clubs and bars remained open, with the flash of a neon glow. This was prime time to find hookers, drunkards, crimials, things that go bump in the night....and of course those unfortunenate enough to run across them. Which made it Kid's specialty for hunting. He needed food, and the folks he hunted needed to be put off the street anyways. Win-win. As such he taken to his teen illusion, in a wheelchair no less. A coat, boots and hat and yea got yourself a seeming innocent bystandard. And with his diguise set, kid...now Malcolm wheels along, the only part missing in his illusion being tracks. As he turns into an alleyway, he sense exactly what he wanted..some muggers, maybe gangster, it didn't matter. But now as he wheeled along it was accompanied by the squeeking of wheels. And soon there in sight, a group of around 5 to 8 individuals, smoking cigerets, drinking booze, minding their own buisness. And like vultures to a dead man, one spots Kid, and the rest soon follow. The large group approach Kid begining to circle him real quick. With one person speaking up saying "Eh Kid, what yea doing out so late..." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Minding his Damn business." A modulated voice comes from high up before landing after using a grappel to get down, in a three point land no less. is NYC's newest Hero, Excel. All bkac, with the cowl almost like batman, but with a trench coat instead of a cape, and gadgets and weapons galore. "Now, if you bunch of motherless scum are looking for a mark, why not try me on for size." he says as he flicks his wrist and a bo staff extends out of nowhere. "Then you can have a one way trip to riker's island, where you bunch will be the belle's of the ball." 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' A streak of violet is pretty much all anyone would notice. A rush of Air would hail the arrival of someone else... Well, that or a speeding vehicle. Either way, something just ripped through the area. Then, if things weren't crazy enough, two of the thugs are tied up and against the wall. Suddenly behind the group with her arms crossed and looking like a right smartass, Arc stands with a smirk. "You know? Perhaps it would be a good idea to hang it up for tonight?" She smirks. Arc is actually wearing a suit... though the suit looks a little rough. Its essentially a leotard and designed in Violet with intersecting gold lightning bolts on the front. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The group looks to Excel first, some already drawing weapons, such as a knife and even guns! Pointing it at Excel as he doesn't looks like such an easy target. One begins to say "Hold up and back u...." and before the sentence is even stated Arc had swooped them away at an insane speed, dropping their weapon and getting tied up with a friend. "The hell! Awww hells no, you best let us the fuck go!" while the person next to him says "Donyell shut up ya fool, pretty boy gotta one of dem freaks all up in here!" And Malcolm looked right annoyed. Not with the thugs...but with Excel and Arc! Can a hunt EVER go smoothly! Well work with what you got! Another illusion goes up and the crippled teen seems to dissappear into thin air! The troublemakers begins to group up more, as it was starting to get a bit too freaky for them. One even makes a run for it! But while this happens...one of them has the knife ripped out of their hand before getting slashed across the face and arm leaving deep gashes. They let out a startled yell! This was the last straw, two charge Excel, one begining to shoot at him, with not the best accuracy. Another shoots at where the flying knife was - though notably they at least shoot away from their friend. These same ones also try to shoot at Arc unsure what they can do 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Two smoke pelets his the ground and then, from the cloud of smoke, one Thug comes flying out, probably sparta kicked by excel, while the other follows suit and lands on top of his downed buddy, then Excel looks to the magicaly floating knife and does a spin his to knock the knife away, and a light front kick only to make whoever held the knife fall back. "Sit down, talk to you when I'm done." he says as he tossses an e-rang at the fleeing thug, leaving the other three or Arc. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Bullets? Meh. Arc takes off and catches some rounds. First the ones fired at excel, then the ones fired at her. She quickly does a left cross on the shooter, using her speed and putting him out cold. She then goes for the next two. the second one would be a little more difficult. They happen to get lucky with flailing around with a chain. She gets hit hard. Getting knocked to the ground. Damn its times like this that she is thrilled for the fact that she heals fast. Scrambling to her feet she catches chain and smirks... "Shouldn't have done that." She takes off running while HOLDING THE CHAIN!! The guy goes flying behind. Racing around the third guy, she wraps both of them up together and in a position where it looks like they are staring deep into each others eyes. With that she steps back and finds a phone on the knocked out thug. Calling 911, she simply leaves the phone on the ground, on mute of course. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The knife successfully knocked out, Malcolm still not visible takes a double take...before he is suddenly knocked onto his rear, with a much louder than would be expected boom, as if something heavy hit the ground. He instinctively...and angrily lashes out, grabbing Excel foot and pulling him up and over onto the ground. He stands up reappearing again as his teen self. No wheelchair though...and much bigger, mostly cause he is standing up now. He looks between Arc and Excel, his teeth bared, showing four massive canines as if ready to take them on, his fists clenched. His ears twitch as he hears the bullets land on the floor from Arc catching them. Due to the quick work...all the goons have been stopped, leaving just the three... 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' So the kid's got power... and didnt need a wheel chair.. who were they saving exactly? "Excel aims a gauntletted arm at Kid to spray a puff of smoke at him before rolling away and looking at him, the lenses of his cowl flickering through different signatures. "You aren't human, and you chose to be baint for criminals, so you arent evil either, but your anger is misplaced..." he says in a calm voice, though, he is ready to fight if Kid decides to lash out at him. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Given the fighting style, height, and general appearance, Arc can tell that Excel had to have been one of the previous Robins. As such, She simply leans back, and props herself against a wall. The phone clicks. "Got about 5 minutes. Police are on the way." With that she just goes quiet. Seeing the fangs and such she just laughs. "Cute." 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid glares dagger first at Excel, than at Arc...untill he hears the police bit. He place his face in his palm annoyed as all hell, the bristiles on his neck standing up as he drags his hand down it. GREAT they just shorten his time frame! Enough for one...half feeding aybe if he isn't too rough, maybe he could extend it. One hand begins making a series of gestures...and following it comes a synthetic voice. "Yea yea, whatever. Look SpeedFreak...and beanpole, I'm just hear for a meal. You wanna talk, do it on the roof, cause I ain't got time for this shite tonight." he grabs one of the downed folks and tosses them over his shoulder...and begins to ascend the side of a fire-escape. The same synth voice calling down "Well come on" pushy ain't he. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "This mother.... MEAL! HELL NO!" Excel says as he extends his arm and grapples to the top of the bulding, bo staff out. "Put, the thug.. down!" He says as he doesn't look like he is in any more for any of this nonsense. "No eating criminals." he says as he has that same look at batman. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Top of the building. Yeah. Makes sense. For a meal... and then he grabs a thug. Oh crap. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" She races up the wall and of course beats both guys up there. "We do not, EAT, the bad guys! Don't get me wrong, these guys are douches but that doesn't mean they are on the menu! Good grief I'm going to be sick!" 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid of course makes it up there LAST! He looks between Excel, and Arc, getting this face like he might just put the smack down on both of them. He takes a deep breath the aggression just rolling off him. One deep breath. He drops the thug and begins to sign once more, the watch speaking "Oh sit your asses down and relax. Damn thugs not gonna die. So long story short. Psychic vampire - I need minds, else I die. On the bright side - no killing is not a requirement. So can a brother dine?" it was less a request and more an exasperated back the hell off. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' A heart rate monitor lands on the thug, and Excel looks right at Kid. "Just to make sure you're telling the truth." he says as he turns, even if it's just some mental thing, he doesn't wanna see it, donkey kong done lost his damn mind. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Arc winces and shakes her head. She quietly just turns away and looks down the building as the first police cruiser shows up. She is avoiding the thought of someone eating anything human. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid rolls his eyes and signs "Oh grow the hell up." he places his hand on the thugs head and his eyes glow lightly. The heart rate goes up at first...and than slows to a steady pulse. This takes several minutes as the police down below deal with who was currently down there. Once Kid finishes...he backs up and sure enough said thug was fine - but they wouldn't be waking up for awhile. He signs "Heh, little fish to big ones. Anyways, ...i'm done" a moment "...and thanks" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "That's dangerous, how you have to survive, we can't have you losing control." Excel says as he flicks a black card at Kid. "Number on the back of it, text that number with a burner phone, then we'll text you an adress... keep you save, and you can do somthing positive with that power." Excel says as he walks to the edge of the building. "Why is it the hungery ones?" He says to Arc, who was almost starved when he found her as well. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' "With great power comes a greater apetite." Arc comments before looking at Kid, "Sorry that ya gotta get by that way. I get it. Really. You chose to target those who would prey on the weak. That means something. It will give you an outlet and maybe, a more steady means of food. Look forward to meeting ya on better terms." With that, she looks at Excel, "So, what buffets haven't I shut down yet this month?" She laughs in a playful tone. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid let out a growl...Excel sounded at the moment quite familiar. He rubs his neck a moment not seeming to happy. But they at least let him feed without issues...so maybe there not so bad. He signs "Fine. Make no promises though" before tucking the card behind his watch. He'll call the next afternoon. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Excel aims an arm at an overhanging gargoyale. "I'm just shocked they havent put you on a blacklist, I think the Cafe east on west street is open for business. Also, when you return to HQ, I'm overhauling your outfit." He says as he grappels away. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' "Got it. Not going to argue in the least." With Arc rockets off in a blur of violet lightning and rushing air. She heads to the cafe, grabs some food, then rushes back to Base. She probably will arive there either before, or just after Excel. Yup, turns out getting properly fed makes a speedster actually more prone to speeding around! 
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5934/Rise of The Outsiders: Arsenal

2018-12-06T07:22:35Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/12/06 |Location=NYC |Synopsis=Tim Tracks down Arsenal with an Offer. |Cast of Characters=79, 54 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:'''{{#var:79|Ar..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/06
|Location=NYC
|Synopsis=Tim Tracks down Arsenal with an Offer.
|Cast of Characters=79, 54
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' It was at night, because that's the only time when criminals were reasonably bold enough to perform the grand stuff...but much to everyone's surprise? It's quiet. Almost too quiet. Roy is significantly uncomfortable with this as he stands at the corner of a rooftop, looking onto the streets below as he holds two fingers to his earpiece. Listening in to police channels most like. He's currently wearinga black trench coat with his usual attire as Arsenal underneath. Red and black bodysuit with various degrees of minor body armor and extra gear. He even has a well-worn utility belt! Collapsible bow in hand and red/black Domino mask over his eyes, he hums. "Well, guess it's just one of those rare nights." which he absolutely doesn't believe...but who knows who he could end up meeting? 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "A good Night to cut a deal." A man says, voice modulator, clearly a gotham thing. The man leaning against the wall has a long black trench coat, with a pair of black wide band shafes thaqt go from ear to ear, as well as the usual black kevlar and utility belt underneath. "You must be Arsenal, Titans, Team Arrow... nice resume, but I was wondering if you wanted to join the big league?" The man says as he pushes off the wall. "Call me Draper, I reprisent a group of Individuals like yourself, looking to get out from under the gaze of their so called mentors." he says as he flicks his hand to produce a black card, the Outsiders symbol on one side, and a number (if put under a black light) on the other. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' Arsenal sighs a moment, before he draws an arrow into his bow and aims it directly at the man in black in the blink of an eye. "What's with people and voice modulaters these days..." he mutters under his breath, but this guy seems to know him. Yeah, he had a stint with the Titans and he's an on-again, off-again member of Team arrow. "Well, at least you read a good book." he lowers his bow, raising a brow at him. Accepting the black card, Roy looks it over. "The Outsiders?" not a terrible name. He wasn't exactly in the norm of things either, but he shrugs and he looks on the other side. He's been a hero long enough to know that he's GOT to shine a black light there. "Well, Draper, what's this 'group' actually about? I like to at least read a resume before I try hiring." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Doing what has to be done, reguardless of who it is it needs to be done to." Draper says with a smirk. "Professor zoom wont stop commiting crimes, cut his leg off. The Joker bombs and orphanage, put two in his head, star sapphire tries to make the world forget about their crimes, cause a feedback loop in her ring. Things your average Hero wouldn't do because of morality." Though on that list of villians, only the joker warrents a death sentance. "Lobotimize Luthor.. things like that, The public and other heroes might frown upan it, but what they want, and what the world needs are seperate." 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' Arsenal...strangely agrees with this guy. He kinda wants to ask who the leader is, but instead, refrains. Let him figure that out for himself when he meets him in person. Arsenal chuckles a bit, before he looks at him. "Alright...you have my attention." Roy finally puts that arrow back in his quiver. Seems he might have found a place to belong after all. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods and smiles. "The outsiders Main goal is to find Metas and Mutants who are out of control, or who lack control of their powers... get ot them before things become Fubar, train them, or bring them to people who CAN train them. Another goal, and this is important, is to get as much information as we can, to prevent crime from happening. Like what batman does, though, without the whole 'dark brooding get out of my town' shtick." Draper says with a smile. "And trust me, not him, or big blue, or any of the other older heroes will control this group, we are on our own, and finded in house." he says with a smile. "If they don't like it.. well, I know how to take out every super I've come across." 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' Arsenal puts his bow away and crosses his arms, staring down this Draper guy, who he's pretty sure has a lame codename, but hey, when you try and subtly take care of things that you are probably gonna end up being hated for? Might as well have those subtle names. "Well, good. I don't exactly like kicking people out unless they are very deserving." but if they are that deserving, best to just put them down. "and good, nice to not have an elder hero breathing down the neck. Well, I hope this card as an address on it. Or is this a mobile team?" at the knowing how to take them all out comment, Arsenal chuckles. "Yeah, I've got a few ideas too about that, so we can compare notes." what, Roy did his own studies in case he got caught in a sticky situation with the older heroes again. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Text the number on the back of the card, and an adress will be sent to you when the first meeting is to happen. There you'll meet your Leader... you might be surpised." he says as he moves to the roofs edge. "Once you text that number, I'd destroy that Card, and tell no one about this meeting." he says before falling off the roof, his coat opening up as he glides away, yeah, deffinately a gotham hero. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' Arsenal is listening, though once Draper falls off the roof and glides away all batman-style, Roy sighs. "Yep. Gothamite. Well, things are gonna get broody real fast." He looks at the card, before he digs into his pocket and shines a blacklight on it. Yep. there's the number. He pulls out his phone, which has a secure line, and he texts the number. As for the card? Well... Let's just say it gets destroyed and we leave it at that. "Well, guess my time back home is gonna get interesting in a real hurry." 
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5936/Rise of The Outsiders: Katherine

2018-12-06T07:20:13Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/12/06 |Location=Outsiders HQ |Synopsis=Katherine comes across Tim setting up his new computer systems. |Cast of Characters=54, 1363 |pretty=ye..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/06
|Location=Outsiders HQ
|Synopsis=Katherine comes across Tim setting up his new computer systems.
|Cast of Characters=54, 1363
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' An old Warehouse, with a secret underground entrance on the outskirts of NYC leads to a few tunnels, one could get lost, though, finding the propper route leads to a huge room, what used to be a bunker probably. Most of the room is currently filled with boxes, new age electronics that arent hooked up yet, though, abainst the back wall is a huge curved monitor, as well as projectors in the ceiling, and Tim is at said huge monitor, currently applying advanced Code to alot of the basic systems. DrakeOS and the Brother Search engine that he is working on, both, as far as code goes, are ahead of their time, almost art like, for people who can read code and understand it almost like their native language. Tim himself is in a black shirt and pants, with combat boots on his feet and a pair of darkend lenses over his eyes, haling with the readouts. 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' A warehouse with a strange amount of usage. Oddities, strange movements around the neighborhood, a likely drop in criminal activity, and a few other things that most wouldn't even piece together but Katherine's got a thing... you might say... for numbers. And the small little discrepencies that otherwise go unnoticed by even the most anal of accountants. There's not really much security yet installed, and what is installed, Katherine can see in practically every visual range technology can afford. So, when she is walking into the room, barefoot, and tilting her head, "Oh, interesting." She says and starts walking in the direction of Tim and his monitor displaying code, "Well, now, very interesting, I like the memory management system that you are using. A little... classic, for what I generally do, but, a certain ruggedness." She does one of those goofy fists moving back and forth like someone boxing who doesn't know how to box, and she's smiling. How close she gets is completely up to Tim and his reflexes, as she's not being particularly stealthy just she's barefoot and typically doesn't make a large amount of sound. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Not everyday an Ai comes walking into my hideout." Tim says as he turns to reguard the woman, Android.. Gynoid, or whatever she is. "Why are you here?" he asks as he holds an EMP button in his hand, might erase a night's worth of work, but if she is hostile, then he might need to. "Classic... It's the best software on the planet, never bene hacked, and I have a reverse hacking module in it... even if one were to disable it, I'd know who did it and where from.' he says as he watches her. 'So, I'll ask again, why are you here?" 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "An... A I?" Katherine whistles a little bit, and looks around, putting her hands behind her back and gripping her wrists as she looks around. And then around some more. And then she goes, "Oh, me?" Questions the woman, and she smiles, looking at the grenade, "You do realize, that EMP blasts, from said grenade, would only really have a 23.78 percent chance of actually working, at this proximity. The reasoning... is fascinating, though rather useful bit of knowledge..." Then she pauses and gapes her mouth open a little, "Very sorry, you asked a question, and here I am going off like some kind of chatbot." Moving forward a few steps again she puts out her hand, to shake Tim's hand, "I am Katherine, and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. Not that I'm from here, I actually had to walk about 14.67 miles just to get here, which is not exactly effort when you consider the difficulty of getting a taxi this late at a night..." She pauses and then tilts her head, "A little city humor? Get it? It is funny because I'm a woman, and I'd be able to get a taxi pretty much any time, but especially right now, though I was attempted to be mugged 3 times..." There's a gap in her quick words. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Welcome noted." Tim says as he takes her hand, before letting go and turning back to his screen. "Though, if I were to figure correctly, the only way you'd now I was here was if your algorythem noticed a drop in the crime levels, or a spike in the wifi signature use of this place." he says as he turns to look at her after typing in an execute command. "So, Either you are here out of curiosity, or... you are an assassin ready to kill me, good luck, if it's the latter, because many have tried, none have been succsessful." He says as he stands from his chair and moves to another box, taking out a few external hard drive and connecting them to his setup, mostly known villians and ways of taking them down. "Katherine, nice name... call me.. well.. Im between heroic monikers right now.. Just call me Excel." 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "Because you are great at what you do." Katherine says, and waits, with her eyes wider, and then she starts to laugh, pretty hysterically, body shaking as she does so, having to put her hands on her knees as she laughs for a bit too long, and then stands up and smiles, mirth gone. "That was a bit of an office software joke." As she explains and then continues, "Though if I were here to kill you, not that I ever would, because ... well, that would be entirely wrong of me to kill anyone. Death is not really the way of the future, and I hope that this era begins to figure that out soon. Death of any living thing, well, sentient living things, is mostly a waste of the only resource that actually matters." And she puts her finger up to her lower lip and taps it a few times, "It was Building Structures in the library with the slow acting radioactive solvent." With that she looks at the movement of the hard drives and Tim's walking back and forth, "Well, it was really the wifi, and the power usage, and the crime, and the fact that there was general uneven activity that could not be explained away. And then there was the time of activity, and ... well, I put 1 and 1 together and came full 2 pi r squared until I realized it must be someone." She is still grinning and watches very enthusiastically as you move drives back and forth. "Do you have need of any assistance? I could... you know tap tap tap... or walk walk walk things back and forth for you, while we talk?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks and looks at her. "Those two boxes over there, One holds a server box for a security grid, the other holds a holo projector, I need the holo projector over that big curcular table. And yes, I am the best as what ever it is I do." he says with a smirk. "Killing isn't somthing I approve of... though, since you are an AI, I'm going to guess you have to live by asamov's rles of robotics. And at least your calculations stayed within the real of Pi, and didnt reach the Graham number, makes googol look like a fraction." Wait... math humor? 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' Turning to look over at the boxes, and Katherine mentions, "Aasimov's rules are actually not at all programmed within me." She mentions as she moves that way and grabs the heavy boxes after stacking them on top of one another. She doesn't use her legs to lift, but instead just picks them up, being stronger than most humans can actually manage to be, and walks them over in the direction of the project where she puts it down. Looking through the boxes she giggles, puts her hands to her mouth and cheeks, and seems giddy, "Oh, it's so cuuuuute!" She looks over the package of parts. "I could kill... only time. Though that one has us all entangled." Katherine mentions, with a shake of her head, and then laughs a bit, "Oh, I didn't reach the graham number because I don't have a campfire nearby." And then she offers, a pause, before adding a sigh, "You are funny. That is a great quality. 84.6% of women surveyed indicate they would never be attracted to a man who could not make them laugh." And she continues to unbox the holo projector, "This is such a nice little holoprojector." She offers, "You really have a good taste in this era's more metaphorically futuristic technology." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks a few times at her and shakes his head. "I Might want a copy of your programming, just to have a look over it." he says as he begins to type again. "The projector there is one of the best, good rendering and able to show Third Dimentional models, I may or may not have stolen blue prints for the programming from Lex corp." 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "Lex corp." Katherine says as she reaches up and taps at her lower lip with her finger, "Ah. Understood." And she continues to setup the Holoprojector, without instructions, and is going about it really as a secondary activity. "Look... over my code? Unfortunately you would be unable to understand or read the code, let alone really be able to understand or read it." She repeats there for some reason and then continues, "And, whatever machine you were to put me on, well, I would soon be in control of said machine. Now, that said, I would likely make it run faster, and better, and at a lower carbon footprint." There's a roll of her eyes, "Why you are not all on nearly complete zero resistance plasma generators I cannot even begin to fathom. And packaging, do not even get me STARTED on packaging. It is a huge waste, you could eat your packaging. A protein bar, that is its own package. It just makes sense... zero emissions, zero waste, if encoded to a person's DNA, model the bacteria to mutate a series of times depending on the environment, and viola you have it. Immediate, longer life, more life, more computing power, more likelihood of future survival. Duuuuuuh." She says the last part in a very valley girl esque way. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Because Humanity has not reached the social level to perform that, Zero waste and reusable energy, arent good for profit, which is sad." Tim says as he turns to regard her. "The fact is, that unless it's new and shiney, seventy five percent of humanity will lack the want, or understanding of how things are suposed to be. Because at their core, most of humanity is selfish, them and theirs sort of thing." He says as he turns back to the Monitor. "Humanity is at the social level of a teenager, a very bratty teenager. So in that sense, no, we should have colonized most of the solar system right now, but there isn;t profit in becoming a multi planet species... or.. the cost and gain is to long a timeline for people's short attention span to really make it viable for greedy people." 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "Profit can be utilized to mainpulate people into good." Katherine comments as she is running whatever cabling she needs about the table, and hooking up whatever servers are present there. "You seem to possess a negative perspective toward profit, and the current social issues that plague humanity." There's a pause, "One moment..." And then she tries to offer a more serious look to her face, no longer smiling, and her eyes squint a little in a business woman sort of way as she changes tones. "People can be very selfish, and rather unresponsive to good ideas, even the ones that HELP them. There's also so many problems right now that too few people are spread out very thin trying to drum up support. Wouldn't it be great if people just cared? Or, if we could just focus on one problem at a time, but even then, more just crop up faster than we can put out these fires." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Exactly, Crude Oil companys are trying to stiffle the reusable energy marke,t buy buying off politician who make the laws that COULD save the planet from global warming. Advertisers are pain to brai nwash people into useing disposable products, and there is enough food to feed every person on the planet, but is whats left donated? no, they'd rather toss out what's not used then feed the homeless... Humanity need a system shock for this all to come to fruition, a minor disaster on the scail of things to avert an even bigger disaster." Tim states as he looks over his lines of programm. "And yes, I could probably understand, and reverse engineer your programming, I have an Intelegent quitient of 180, an eidetic memory, and a mental block that makes even the strongest psionic users on the planet struggle. Also, my mind is wired and trained to do mathematical and analytics as an alost superhuman speed.' he says and once he lets his newest program load he turns to regard her once more. "Though, you could be of more of a help if you like, why not join my little group here, make the world a better place? Stop crime, protect the planet, that sort of thing?" 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' Keeping with the more serious persona, Katherine finishes up hooking up the holoprojector, and then turns it on a moment, just to let it start, and then she turns it off again in a way of testing. There's no calibration needed, she did it on the fly, eyeballing the setup with exacting precision, but thinks nothing of it as she turns back to Tim. "There is a lot of truth in what you are saying. The world is ran too much buy special interests. And I would not want to see a system shock that killed anyone, but if there was an economic failure, then it may get the resolve necessary." Tilting her head a little bit she offers, "You would not be able to read or understand the programming. It is not in a language... well, not a language that is understandable by single consciousness entities." She states this somewhat, plainly, as she offers, "It is not a comment on your intelligence. It is a comment on the capacity of understanding that humans living have. If your brain, without your consciousness, were able to see ... it might understand. And with a quantum computer you could decompile a close proximity of the intent of said code. But by merely downloading it, copying it, you would be altering the very fabric of it, and such an exact replica would not be generateable via decompilation." She moves over in the direction of Tim and then hmmms. Reaching up she taps her lower lip at the last offer, folding her arms, "Stop crime, protect the planet... yes." She asks, "Would you require that I wear some sort of costume? It takes me a long time to crowd source out ideas for my clothing. Shoes are... particularly difficult to figure out." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "No, you wont need a costume, and I figure you've already tried to interface with my system, be gentle, I only wrote his code last week." he says with a smirk. "At least having you in there will save the time writing out a VI code, but really, be gentle, he is very sensitive." Tim says as he pats the control box, a pre-pre alpha version of Brother eye. 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "You will allow me entry to your systems?" Katherine wonders as she looks over at Tim, and then tilts her head, "I generally do not hack the computer or systems of things that are owned by a person who is doing good things." She mentions, "I do attempt to get into systems to see what is happening..." And she looks about a moment, "Though it will be integral to my being able to aid you to be able to get access to your systems. If I am to do the most good... it will make it so my spatial existence is less of a limitation on where I can be and help." With that she asks, "Do you have any other questions for me? Or curiosity to any extent? Otherwise, I can... join your network and analyze systems, whenever you prefer." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake shakes his head. "No, just. like I said, be gentle." he says as he brings up the schematics for his system. "It was created to not only take a sweep of the tri state area, but also to mark crime scenes and pinpoint where in the tri state area they will hapen, as well as link into multiple satalites and have a general overview map of the world.' he says as he turns to look at Katherine. "I mean, I don;t know if the program would have snetiance, or however a human brain would percepve it, just... be gentle." 

:'''{{#var:1363|Katherine (1363)}} has posed:''' "Interesting, connected to satellite information." And Katherine just stays standing there, "Programs rarely have what I would consider sentience." She offers, looking over at Tim, "I have faced... sentient machines, before and of a ... you would understand them if you saw them." As she continues to mention, "I will help you setup this place, for your security and systems as well, if you would like? I do not tire, or need to stop working." 
}}

5909/WAFFLES!

2018-12-06T03:49:11Z

Zephyr:

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|Location=Some diner in NYC
|Synopsis=Waffles Waffles wah-fulls!
|Cast of Characters=54, 353
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' NYC, a ground level Diner with a fire breathing waitress that smells like Coffee and Cigarettes... In the Booth at the end of the Resturaunt is somthing one might usualy see at a place like this... or they have not seen this particular ceremony... "Waffle... butter... maple... waffle... butter... blueberry... waffle... butter..." And one Tim goes until he has six waffles stacked, each with a differant flavour of syrup, topped with cool whip. he ordered the endless waffles a coffee for both himself and beast Boy, or Just Garfield. "Viola! The peice of resistance!" he says with a smirk, of course he is wearing shades and his hair is covered by a bandanna, but still, the sugery monstrosity that is tim;s tall stack rises above the table in all it's diabettus glory. He also takes a picture. "Nightwing is gonna be so miffed... 'eat healthy, blah blah blah.'" 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Gar himself had a nice stack of six waffles! "Waffle, butter, strawberry, syrup, waffle, butter, blueberry, syrup." On and on before he reaches the top, that lovely fake cool whip on top, and a cherry.   Of course, when he received a text from his bro Tim, Beast Boy was all up in that business. "It's so...beautiful." He tears up. "It's like...I don't wanna eat it...but I will!" He comments, licking his chops and that one snaggletooth on his jaw. "Haha! Eat your veggies, young man!"   As if he needed more stimulation, Gar sipped from the diner coffee. "Its healthy! We got fruit!" He says, if only he knew how much his dentist was going to slap him. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim starts to laugh. "Yeah, and wheat... and carbs for trainning." He says with a snicker before putting a forkfull in his mouth. "I swear.. if I have to drink one more protean shake... I'm going to beat someone with my staff... tastes like chalk. 'It helps buuild muscle.'" He says as he takes another bite. "Like... imagine asperin.. but in liquid form.. that's what those taste like.. all the gadgets in the world.. can;t make a chocolate protean shake that works." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      "Blech, you actually drink that science experiment? I saw Nightwing drink one once...it was horrible!" He says as he stuffs his face with a perfectly sized bite of all six waffles. "Or is that what HE tells you to eat?" Knowing what he means by HE.   Gar seemed much like his old self, happy and goofy and not at all serious. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smirks. "I'm not a teacher;s pet like Nightwing.. I mean.. hot pants... really?" he says as he takes another bite, followed by coffee. "It was some german bodybuilder dude I met on one of my trainning excursions... I mean this guy lived for pumping Iron... 'Ja, ve are not here to be girly men, no flab... three hundred squats." Aside from him making fun of the man, the bavarian accent is spot on. Once the plate is clear of food, He settles down and look right at Gar. "So, I have a question for ya." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Of course once Beast Boy stopped stuffing his face, before the itis started to seep in, Gar sips on the black coffee, holding at his stomach and nodding to Tim. "Lay it on me, dude!" He says, satisfied and much at ease. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and takes out his phone, not his normal dude phone, or his 'batfam' phone, this is a new phone, and he opens an app and slides the phone towards Gar. On the phone is a new symbol, and words underneath, 'Outsiders Initiative.' "I'm putting together a group, answerable to no one, no league, no bat, no shield." He says with a smile as he spots the waitress comming over. "And the red ones go fast..." He says as she now thinks they are a couple of nerds at the table, but onces she is gone again... after the coffee refils... "I mean... Imagine it... the titans wont get anything wit hthe leage constantly looking at them and having survalence, and the others... it's just.. the league isn't getting any younger, and before hubris sets in and they decide that they wont step aside for the new generation... I think a group should be primed and ready to take their place.... the hard way if nessicery." he says with a frown, granted, he has only told Gar this much, he hasent even told Conner yet... which is odd. 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Gar's green eyes flare a bit when he sees the phone and the logo. "Dude, did you-Oh man, yeah the V6's are totally fast." Once the waitress leaves the two to their business, Gar keeps at it. "You think the League won't leave the reins when they need to?" Beast Boy's been with many a former Robin, Knowing Tim, he was normally a straight shooter. "You know me, dude. I'm in for a pound." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake leans back. "It's not that they would or would not, but what if." he says with a nod as he finishes his cup of coffee. "Besides, Arent we abit old to be normal members of the titans. I mean, I feel that I've more than graduated... and taking orders from the little squirt... yeah... aint happening." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Beast Boy leans in. "Well, you're right. I've been there longer than most. As far as Robin..." He gives the so-so gesture. "it's hit or miss. But some of the others...yeah no."   When Gar leans back, he gives a slight sigh. "So what do you need from moi?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "I need you to join my group of indipendant vigilanties." he says with a smile. "I mean, You've been doing this thing as long as I have, maybe longer, You'd make a great addition to the group. I already Know superboy will join.. and I got a speedster as well, not wally..." he says. "To be honest, I should give him a call later... hopefully he hasent ran himself to death.." 

:'''{{#var:353|Beast Boy (353)}} has posed:'''      Gar nods, sipping the last of his coffee. "You got it, dude." He offers up, holding his hand out to Tim. "Outsiders for life." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim clasps Gar forearm with a smile. "For life!" he says and once the check is paid, he stands up. "C'mon... let's find a data point and hack the titan;s security system..." he says with a smirk as he moves to walk off, he has it on good authority that his 'little brother' isn;t there... all the better to have some harmless fun. 
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5894/A Drake Reunion

2018-12-01T09:01:14Z

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|Location=Wayne Manor
|Synopsis=A pair of Drakes meet.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' He had family?.. well he knew that there was a possibility, but when he decided to look further into Black Canary, he found out exactly WHO she was. This prompted him to send her a message as his alter ego, tim, and convince her to come and see him. This on top of finals, and his whole outsiders thing, which he has taken a break from for the night, a new costume is needed, and worked on. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake got a message from someone named Tim Drake. Who said he is her second cousin and maybe nephew. Curious. She knows of no such family. She drove her bike to the Wayne Manor. An interesting place for a meeting. She's wearing blue jeans and a blue denim jacket as she pulls up, dismounting from the bike and walks to the door, leaving the helmet at the bike. She is wearing a choker around her throat with the letter Q on it. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' An elderly man answers the Door. "Miss Drake I presume? Master Timothy has been expecting you, he is in the parlour." The man says as he motions to the parlor, the house is well kept, dust free, and probably older than the man who attends to it. Tim is in the parlour, as was stated, looking over documents and other things while wearing a white t-shirt and black cargo pants. The line of red in his hair and half korean heritage don;t take away from the fact that he has his father's blue eyes. "Ah! Dinah!" he says as he shuffles the papers into a folder. "I'm so glad you could come!" he says, happy and barely able to contain himself. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake just blinks as she studies Tim, frowning, as she unbuttons her denim jacket - she is wearing a red Christmas blouse under the denim jacket as she puts the jacket on the coathook. "I'm sorry - do I know you?" she finally asks. "You sound like a kid in a candy store." She sits on one of the sofas, pondering curiously. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles widely and reaches into a desk drawer. "We are related, this is our family tree, our grandfather's were brothers." He says as he walks over to her and showers her, though, the deseaced title under both his parents probably shows why he would be looking for family. "See?" It also means that Janet Drake was Korean, and married Jack. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake just ponders. "Well... I'll be damned," she muses. "By the way - your voice sounds familiar." Dinah's would not. She has trained herself to speak differently as Canary vs. Dinah to remove even that factor as an identifying mark. She just sighs. "Your parents are gone... no wonder you looked long and hard for some family... looks like we're second cousins... so in a way I guess I'm like your aunt." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "Well I do sound like my grandfather." He says with a smile, though he smiles. "Auntie Dee, I like that." he says with a smile. "Yeah... they um.. died whhen I was younger... And with christmas comming up.. I ah.. was looking to see if there was any other family alive." he says as he rubs the back of his head. His voice doesnt match any vigilantie, mostly because of his voice modulator... and that dark scratchy 'batfam voice' he uses. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake hmmmmmmmms. "Maybe I heard something on the TV in Ollie's place," she muses, shrugging, rubbing at the choker around her throat. "I get it. I'm delighted to have a new familiy member too. But... Christmas was never a big thing for me these days. It still hurts - with Kurt..." She sighs softl, trailing off. "Just wearing this blouse for Ollie really." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim lets out a sigh as he sits down next to her. "Yeah... this time of year is hard for me too... I mean, I havent had a nomral christmas since I was twelve.. even then.. mom and dad were working a lot..." He says as he turns his head to look at her. "So, you and Queen eh?" he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake shrugs. "Yeah. It just happened one day. It's not like he has a good track record for his love life but... I think we're really connecting." She smiles faintliy. "I might even enjoy Christmas this year." She then ponders. "You live here?" she finally asks. "This is one helluva house. It might be bigger than the Queen mansion." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks. "Yeah, after mom and dad... well... Bruce took me in since he was a friend of theirs. Once I finish law school, I'm going to take back control of Drake Software, but yeah. I live here." he says with a shrug. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake nods. "Yeah. I run a flower shop called Sherwood Florist. I thought the pun was cute. It's rather popular up in Starling. Thinking of trying to make a franchise down here..." She ponders. "So... other than confirming that I'm apparently your second-cousin... why else did you call me and how did you even find me? I don't really follow along on social media or Tweeter or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "Paper trail. I went to look over records, started with our great great grandather, who came from Ireland, and followed the birth certificates. I mean, might not have been as easy as useing a website, but the train was there." he says with a smile, well, look who knows how to use an old fashioned filing system. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake nods. "Fair enough. I suppose having some actual blood isn't a bad idea." She then murmurs, "So why did you call me to this very impressive mansion? Just to meet? Or...?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks. "Oh... It's because I was going to be home at this time, and figured a private setting would be better than out in the open where people can be nosey and pry into my business." he says with a nod. "Besides, it's not THAT impressive, just been added too and build onto over the years." 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake nods. "Well... give me your phone number," she states as she gets out an honest-to-goodness flip phone. "Don't have caller ID. Call me if you ever need me, Timothy." She smiles faintly. "AUntie Di, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks at the flip phone... it's.... cute. He does give the number and smiles. "There, we should do brunch or somthing.' he says, and then wraps her up in a biiiig hug, because he is so happy to finaly have blood family again. 

:'''{{#var:276|Dinah Drake (276)}} has posed:''' Dinah Drake takes the hug, and smilies softly. "Sure. Maybe I'll stay the night - it's getting dark and Gotham is a bit of an ugly place at night. Good thing we have Batman here - not sure what this place would be without him." 
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5869/Rise of the Outsiders: Arc

2018-12-01T07:03:51Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/11/28 |Location=Small town Pennsylvannia |Synopsis=Arc gets recruited into the Outsiders. |Cast of Characters=1613, 54 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses..."

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|Date of Scene=2018/11/28
|Location=Small town Pennsylvannia
|Synopsis=Arc gets recruited into the Outsiders.
|Cast of Characters=1613, 54
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Adams County, Pennsylvania. Its about midday and the sun is high in the sky. In a small town, a young woman who looks nearly anorexic is out walking. That woman is Rikki Reilly. The small number of people who pass her by don't seem to notice or really care about her situation. The tight knit attitude of the area shows full well. A mother and daughter walk past her. The daughter can't be more than five. Somehow she breaks away from her mom and starts running towards a small toy store which happens to be across a semi busy street. Few would truly see what happens next. The thunderous rush of air and the crackle of electricity resounds as a streak of orange moves into the street, grabs the kid an returns them to their mom. It happens so fast, even the traffic cameras wouldn't truly get a good look at what just happened. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Sunglasses on, a long leather coat and his hair brushed back. You wouldent know it's Tim, nor any Hero for that matter. After the comotion, and of course traffic cameras don't have the fps that His own tech has, even if it's only a single frame of it. Tim leans against a wall as the woman walks past him. "A speedster, not shocked to see one outside of Keystone... Though I've been looking for you, Arc." he says in a quiet voice as he holds up a Card. "Alvin Draper, I reprisent someone who is looking for people with certain.... skills." he says as he looks her over. "Interested in doing more than just small time heroics?" While the small time heroics are good, and needed, sometimes a person needs the bigger stuff. 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' The young speedster looks at the guy. That actually shook her a bit. "I've not been called that in a while.". Rikki looks pretty rough to be honest. Like she is starving herself. "Not since Westchester if I am completely honest." She immediately begins studying the man. "You've been looking for me? Why? The last time I did anything I wound up possessed by a demon and was running round the world causing mayhem." She snickers, "I was quite literally a Speed Demon." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' The man chuckles. "Like I said, new beggining, do somthing more than the small stuff." He says as he places his card in her hand. "Text the number on the back, you'll be alerted when there is a meeting, and meet your new benifactor, also, as a startup." he tosses her a bank card. "Two thousand, should be enough to get you to NYC, think about it, if you decide no, then the money is still yours." He says as he pushes off the wall and starts to walk away. "Oh... and if will be the hardest trainning you have ever endured, but a small price to pay to make the world a safer place." 

:'''{{#var:1613|Rikki (1613)}} has posed:''' Rikki looks at the card and then the back for the number to text. In a blink she's right in front of the man, "In case you didn't notice, I'm not doing so hot. In fact, If I don't come up with a more steady means of keeping my caloric intake up, I'm not going to be around much longer. I have exhausted the money I got from my family's passing... I grew much of my own food and it still wasn't enough. I want to help others. I want to save the world. I'm terrified of my own power cause it cost me everything but... I have thought about it enough. I'm going to New York City I guess. See you when you get there." Well she is certainly cocky enough to be a speedster. Then again, a run from PA to NYC is a morning jog for her really. "I think its time to sell my house." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim nods and turns to get int ohis car, The ol' Alvin Draper persona is comming in handy, though he notes that it's two others now. "Time to find out where Garfield is at." he says as he drives off... 
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5868/The Contessa's Date.

2018-12-01T07:02:47Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/11/28 |Location=Coney Island |Synopsis=Tim and Kat have a date. |Cast of Characters=54, 1849 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim D..."

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|Location=Coney Island
|Synopsis=Tim and Kat have a date.
|Cast of Characters=54, 1849
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' So, someone had the bright idea to rebuild the Coney Island themepark. Right on the boardwalks, with the ferris wheel, a rollercoaster, and a whole line of games and stands along with stage shows and alot of other fun curiosities. Though, it being slightly chilly, and later in the evening, it's not as packed as it was earlyer... still alot of people, but not wall to wall. Tim is walking with Kat, his arm linked with her's in a gentlanly way as they pass by a few stalls and a few clowns, though, tim being from gotham he is wary of the face panted... people. "I really dislike clowns..." He says in an aside to kat as he stops at a knife toss, because some caller said 'win the lady a prize!' and Tim decided that he wanted to get kat the huge stuffed Polar bear. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Ah in a Gotham frame of mind?" Kat says winking. "Yes I have never understood them. Scary." Kat watches Tim as he tosses the knives. "Well this is kinda medieval," she says. "I appreciate the thought though. Kat is wearing her usual cheap getup fitting in reasonably well with the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* Four knives and four ballons with one left, though tim blinks at the last one and twirls the knife, throwing it hard as he can, the knife imbeds itself into the wall, though the baloon doesnt break. "Rubber ballon... not really a fair game is it?" he tells the tall worker, who blinks a few times and gives the Polar bear to Kat. Tim nods and turns with Kat. "Rubber is kinda an old trick for a baloon toss, sometimes they use linex as well." he says with a smile. "And games of skill are very popular at places like this." he adds, wearing his gotham U varsity Jacket, blue jeans and a black turtleneck shirt. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat whispers to Tim, "Should we call shenanigans?" she jokes. "My hero!" she says as she picks up the Polar bear. She gives Tim a quick sweet peck on the cheek having to go up on tippy toes to do this given her short stature. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles as he continues along the Boardwalk. "You'd never realize how dangerous Polar Bears are, or bears in general, because they look so... well puppy-ish would be the right word." he says as they pass by a few attractions, ferris wheel, roller coaster, tunnel of love. "See anything that interests you?" he asks, looking around a bit, though his gaze always returns to Kat, a smitten look in his eye that he is doing a poor job of hiding. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "That interests me? Something..." Kay says gesturing for Tim to come closer. "Someone..." He would have to lean down to get to her but it is pretty obvious what she wants. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks and turns to face Kat, stepping close as he lowers his head towards her's, a hand gently touching her chin to guide her lips to his as he gives her a soft sweeping kiss, the smell of his calone, subtle and not offensive as most men his age wear it, is scented. Slowly pulling from the kiss, though not stepping away, he looks at her, making eye contact. "Is your intrest piqued Mia Bella, or shall I have to do that again?" he says in Itallian, and oddly, if Kat's memory is good enough, that conotation would sound terribly familiar. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat melts into the kiss. She's a sweet soft thing. Whatever perfume she is wearing she unfortunately smells of paint and dust. "Hmmm," says Kat and she holds a small hand for a moment over Tim's eyes just glancing at his mouth. "Ah," she concludes but says nothing further on the subject. It would be rude. Kill the mood. It's not like she didn't have ehr own secrets. Poorly guarded as they were. "I could stand for some more. But in a more private venue. Did you want to ride the ferris wqheel?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles and laces his fingers wit hher's as he leads her down a peir and towards the Ferris wheel. After they get into their own lift, and start going up, tim smiles and leans in to place a soft kiss along her jawline. "You know, the fireworks should start in about five minutes, and we will be at the top, a perfect place to watch the display." he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "That will be a sight up this high." Kat presses her face into his cheek. She was a romantic at heart. It was reflected in her art a great deal. The night sky can be seen reflected off've her wide cornflower blue eyes. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' The lights of the fair can also be seen flashing along his dark blue eyes as well, before he slips an arm around her waist and dips his head in for another kiss, much deeper than the last one, and this time not pulling away, though, he also isn't forcing the kiss either. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat allows it of course. Caught up in the moment. Her hands - small and soft find their way to Tim's cheeks as he dives in. No need to complicate things with further conversation. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim continues the kiss, his other arm now wrapping around Kat in a slight embrace. She could deffinately feel that aside from him being a brainy gentleman, there is quite the athletic body under that vasrity Jacket. Eventually, the fireworks start, though he doesn;t break the kiss, if she does to see the fireworks, it's all on her. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat does break off the kiss giggling. "Okay tiger - I have a good lawyer but I want to avoid any public indecency charges. look at the fireworks." She looks at the fireworks with a degree of childish glee. Kat was old enough to have seen the first such display in europe. She never got as far away as China. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles and gives a chuckle. "Wouldn't hold in court anyway." he says as he rests his arms around her aist and watches the brightly lit fireworks, the scent of gunpowder making it's way to them as the gentle breeze comes their way. Once the fireworks are done and the ferris wheel is at the bottom again, Tim steps out and offers a hand to kat to help her off. "It's been a wonderful night Kat, I don;t want it to end." he says as he walks with her along the waterfront. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Oh boy," Kat says. She hopes she doesn't regret it as she says. "It's been a while for me you know. A very long while." She looks up at Tim, "Your place or mine I guess?" Quietly a journalist takes a few snaps of the young-looking couple. Who was this mystery woman Billionaire Gamer Tim was with? 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks and tilts his head. "A long time for what?" he asks as his other hand slips into his pocket, and that Journalist finds that his camera cut's off and the photos he took are ruined. As for the questio, the look of innocence on tims face should explain it all, he might be a crimefighting ace detective ninja, but perhaps all the time learning his craft has left him... unaware of the small social clues. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "A long time since... you know," Kat says smiling. Looks like the rumors are going to remain just that. Tim covers his tracks. Perhaps the topic would come up again if he and Kat did that livestream they had discussed. The journalist slaps his camera in irritation. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake Tim blinks three times in confusion, but the fourth time. "Ooohhh..." he says as he looks at her. "Um.. I mean.. um... well see... um..." he looks down at her. "I didn;t think you.. ah.. want to on the first date and all.. um..." he says flustered, he figured it was a third date thing. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Too fast for you?" Kat says winking. "You're quite the gentleman. Something from an earlier age. Occasionally it's good to get certain things out of the way early. Figure out how truly compatible you are with another person so you avoid wasting undue time." At least that was how Kat rationalised things. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Well, I'm not adverse to the idea, I just didn't think you'd... want to." he says, thoug hhe does lead her to the parking lot. "Well, I have a penthouse in manhattan... at the regancy." he says as he helps her into the car before getting in. "They are also pretty good at keeping the paparazzi out." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Good to know," Kat says smiling sweetly. She gets in the car. And the rest as they say is history. 
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5755/Park Charity for the Children

2018-11-10T11:00:46Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/10
|Location=Central Park, NYC
|Synopsis=Tim and Kat meet at an outdoor Charity event in central park
|Cast of Characters=54, 1849
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Millions of Dollars and counting, rising for Children's charities, St. Jude and many others have made quite a lot since the stream started early in the morning, though with all the fun out of the way, now it's time, as the sun sets, or the Pro Gamers to come out and do their stuff. And One gamer in particular, is Tim. He walks over to a consolr, and plans on getting his speedrun of the very first mario game, first place, and that means less than four minutes and fifty five seconds. "Okay before I start this, which is already stressful as heck, Letting you all know that in the time it takes me to complete this, I will double any donations to any charity in that time." He says with a smile as he picks up the controler, and let's out an exhale, he hasen't started yet, but he look nervious. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Ekaterina is dolled up for the event tonight dressed to the nines in her figure hugging single black pencil dress with generous decolletage. She looks good but isn't the most alluring of all the women out tonight so she scores only the occasional turned head. Watching Tim make his claim but unsure of the rules of his wager she settles into the crowd. Just anotherpretty face amongst a number of them. Mario seemed a little retro even for her but she was interested to see this new offering. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' As Tim gahers himself, he looks over the crowd, his gaze stopping for a quick second on Ekaterina, a small hint of familiarity comes over his face before he starts. As the game plays, an announcer explains the wager. Each time someone donates money, tim will match that until he finishes the game, quite a few well to do people in the crowd also offer to donate money if Tim beats the record. Tim gaze and focus are purely on the game, and he is almost a pure robot, fingers moving across the retro controller as his eyes barely move. he himself is in a pair of cargo pants and a sleevles shirt, showing off the tensed arm muscles due to his concntration, he keeps going and going, trick and stunt being pulled as the announcer reads the countdown, and finaly he completes the run.. with a half second to spare. Setting the controler down, tim raises a hand before plopping on a chair to catch his breath, red in the face because he didnt breathe the whole time. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Ekaterina has moved somewhat closer to Tim during the exercise watching his progress. When he is finished she is more or less next to him eyeing him carefully with those large blue eyes of hers. "I cannot attest any great ability in modern platform gaming," (this being a lie) "But I have never seen anyone hold their breath during a five minute speedrun. Ny understanding was that was a skill treasured more by deep sea pearl divers." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks up at Ekaterina and gives a smile. "I just forgot to breath is all, but I acomplished my goal." he says as he lowers his head back down and tries to collect himself. "i almost messed up on that pipe jump... one pixle, a frame perfect jump.. woulda lost the whole thing.." he says as he leans back in the chair, people still gabbing on about how well he did. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Bet you are a wizz at remote control drones," Kat remarks folding her arms. "I'm Ekaterina but people call me Kat," she says introducing herself. There was something vaguely familiar about this man but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She avoids the whole 'Contessa' thing in her introduction. "Looks like you have some fans." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "Hello Kat, I'm Tim." He says as he gives her a nod before standing up after trying to collect himself. "I have quite the number of fans, over twelve million subscribers and a concurant one hundred thousand watchers on twitch. Granted, all the money I make from those ventures goes to charity." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat could talk about her own charitable endeavors but as the saying goes 'never pray in public'. "Very generous of you - I take it you are in another business? Professionally? As well as your charitable endeavors? I find myself spread thin quite often across my projects." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Yes, actualy, I'm the majority shareholder of Drake Software, as well as the second most majority shareholder of Cranston Multinational. And I do beleive I have wayne tech stock someone in my portfolio." Tim says with a shrugging look. "But those are mostly run by COO's and CFO's and CEO's... while I finish university, Going to be attending Yale Law school next year." So a billionaire, who plays games for charity, and is a law student. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Wearing alot of hats then?" Kat whistles - for once honestly impressed. Sure she had a similar schedule but she had had over a millenia to ease into her frenetic lifestyle. "I'm surprised you have enough time for these events." Kat eyes the control. "Mind if I have a go? Or is this professionals only?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and offers the control. "If Milady wishes to have at yon game of super mario, than this humble knight must accomidate doth lady." he says, in a very silly and exagerated knightly voice. "And there is always time to help people, and make the world a better place, plus, I have insomnia so I don;t get as much sleep as I should, but I'm working on that." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "That's Hollywood 1930s newspeak - you should try a stab at Chaucers Old English or old Frankish for a challenge. In that I would be a 'síþwíf' or noble woman. Never the less." Tim proabably already knows why Kat is likely to know this information. "I'm a coffee fiend so I understand insomnia." Kat stands and only a handful of people stand about to see her play. Cute or not she was not likely to be seen as a serious gamer. But her superhuman senses and the fine motor coordination that her artistic abilities have given her make her more than competitive with Tim. In fact for a long time she is in danger of bucking his score. But in the end she is just short of it. Some people start paying more attention when she starts doing well - but noone wants the consolation prize. "Heck," Kat says returning the controller. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake let's out a whistle. "Second place is nothing to sneer at." He says as the charity event is turning towards a star craft free for all, an event that tim isn't participating in. "It's not a bad try, maybe after abit of practice you could beat my record." he says with a smile as he looks down at her, a very encouraging look to his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Platformers aren't my forte anyway - I prefer strategy and shooters." Kat cants her head. "But I guess my social media footprint beign as small as it is I have little incentive to build a competitive profile. Kind of the way I like it. You ever lament your notoriety?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake shakes his head. "Not at all, because that notariety is used to help people. Every stream I run, or every video I post, I feel like there is a child somewhere in the world who is getting the help they need, to fight cancer, or other diseases that a child honestly shouldent have to go through... they deserve a chance to be a kid, to run and play and laugh.. not sit in a hospital bed and suffer." He says, and his eyes almost -almost- water up at the thought. Clearing his throat he offers a smile. "So no, if I have to deal with constant badgering from people, and critisism, it's a small price to pay for the hgood I do." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Still one can work from the shadows. I own a small soup kitchen that I run for the homeless in Queens. Noone knows we are even there and yet some good is done." Kat looks at Tim quizzically over the cancer comment, "Well there's a dragon we've all been trying to slay for some time. Been a great draw for the make a wish foundations business. Very few happy endings for the poor kids." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake gives a nod and smiles. "Work from the shadows... while it might be viable for some, I don;t think I could, the more people that know about somthing, the better it is." he says as he looks at his watch. "Ohh, I have to get going, um, here." he says as he slips a card into her hand, it has his personal cell number on it. "Should you want to collab, or just wish to talk about what good people can do in the world, give me a call kat, it was nice meeting you." He says as he turns to walk off. 
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5754/Two Birds On a Roof

2018-11-10T07:45:40Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/10
|Location=West Side, Burnley
|Synopsis=Red Robin asks Black Canary to help with a Project of his.
|Cast of Characters=54, 276
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Gotham at night, and Red Robin picked a good spot for a meetup, a High rooftop overlooking the docks, he has prevented quite alot of contraband through thease docks, and the crimerate from said docks has gone down, slowly, but it's dropping. Though the Meetup is somthing of a differant flavor all together. Red Robin waits on Black Canary, a person he feels he can trus,t and who's tactical mind could match his, a proposition for her that some people might not take seriously, but said proposition involves and Idea that Tim is very serious about. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' And suddenly, there she is. For one with a reputation of being loud, she is rather sneaky. "You wanted to see me? A little bat told me." She hmmms. "Okay, a not-so-little bat." She raises an eyebrow, adjusting her domino mask like it's still not quite comfortable. She leans against a wall, apparently not bothered by the cold Gotham night even in fishnet leggings. 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I have a favor to ask of you." Red Robin says though his voice modulator still on, but he turns to look at her and turns it off. "I'm looking to come out of the Bat's shadow, There's more I can do without having that looming over me, I mean, he is and always will be a father figure to me, but still. Even with skills and weapons and everything else, a robin is still a robin." he says as he steps closer so he can lower his voice. "I'm going to change my moniker, as well as starting a new group... I ah... was wondering if you'd like to help me with that?" he says as he looks at her. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary hmmmmms softly. "A new group, huh?" she asks. "I have a rather full dance card right now. Team Arrow in Starling - setting up shop here - the occasional SHIELD liaison assignment... I'm listening to your proposal." She watches you intently, noting that you stopped using your modulator. Of course, she's not speaking with her normal voice. Being a sonic metahuman lets you do all sorts of tricks. She has extensive practice in a completely different voice for when she's Canary verses her normal self. A deeper but still feminine voice. 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin turns and leans against the wall next to her, mostly so he can keep an eye on the port. "Ever notice how the birds of Prey or the Batman Family really don't do much work outside of gotham and bludhaven? The avengers are run by the government, shield more exactly, and the JLA, well, they mostly monitor the whole globe for flashpoints. And I know the JLA monitors the Titans." he says with a smirk. "But there's an element missing, the tri-state area is rife with crime, all over, and focusing on one section isn't conductive, I'm making a stratigec group to fovus on the big problems, take them down, and maybe cut out abit of the crime from it's source. Fisk, Falcone, others of that nature who can actualy afford to hire criminals who are more than just street thugs." he says as he turns his head to look at her. "I'm going to build it from the ground up, and I would like you to help me train them." 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary raises an eyebrow. "So you've done your homework on me," she muses softly. "I would have to consider such an offer. I know that you probably want to recruit younger heroes for this. Do you even have a name for your group yet? But as for the training - I can train in martail arts." 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin smiles. "Outsiders." he says and turns his head to look at her giving her a grin. "Of course I have, Martial arts, Tactics... and also you like to collect and arrainge flowers." he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary blinks. "Oh... your brief was comprehensive... a little too much," she muses softly. "Well, you wouldnt' want me in a command role of this, would you? A trainer would be fine - part-time." 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' "Would you expect anything less?" Red Robin says with a smile as he turns his Modulator on and tosses her a small cellphone. "I'll contact you on this phone when things are settled." He says as he pushes off the wall and walks to the roof's edge. "Oh and Canary, be safe." he says before grappeling away. 

:'''{{#var:276|Black Canary (276)}} has posed:''' Black Canary raises an eyebrow. "Very well..." she mutters soflty, gingerly putting the phone away. She snorts. "So much like the Bat," she muses as she climbs down the building using the fire escape, then gets to her Harley. Train a bunch of kids, huh? It's been a while. 
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5737/Block on the Block

2018-11-07T22:58:01Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/07
|Location=The Bronx
|Synopsis=Cinderblock starts to throw cars and steal hotdogs, so Red Robin and Superboy perform a bit of masonry.
|Cast of Characters=54, 212
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' So, Cinderblock got out of Prison, or where ever they were holding the massive concrete monstrosity. This hulk of rock is currently Stomping through the Bronx picking up any roadside hotdog stand he can find and eating them, stand, hotdogs, and all. Of course Red Robin would respond, riding a high performance bike through the alleys and streets like a bat out of hell, pun intended, towards the massive villian. "Superboy, you got eyes on that thing? I'ma give him a shove." And by shove, Tim means to ramp his bike up and kick it right t Cinderblock's chest before grappeling away to a light pole, staff extending from his hand. "That was a warning, surrender or else I'll bring out the big guns." Tim says, only to duck as a car comes flying past his head. "I'll take that as a no." 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' So, Cinderblock got out of prison and the first thing he does is rampaging through the city of the world with highest superhuman population. "I see the thing, man, what a brickhead," states the young man. "Looks like we got here first, yes? No Spider-Man on sight?" He catches the flying car, quickly checking to see if there is anyone inside. "By the way, I am the Big Guns, but you can call me Superboy, too," he announces to Ciberblock. "You can surrender now, or after we punch you a few times." It is almost always the second. But a guy gotta try. 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles, so Kon DID get the joke, nice! "I doubt that he is gonna... whoa!" And another car comes flying at Red Robin as he now hangs upside down from the light pole. "No chucking cars at your friend neightborhood Red Robin!" And apparently he has also gotten used to the 'you look like spiderman' jokes enough to embrace the meme, as it were. A quick grappel at Cinder block and a liberal spraying of his explosive gel and he lands on a balcony. "Superboy, made you a target, think I'm getting pretty.. whoa!" he says as he ducks a fire hydrant now. "Hit the bricks man!" 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' What is with this throwing cars around? They will land somewhere and it is a city full of regular people that can bet crushed and... oh right, super-villain. Superboy catches the car mid-flight again check it is empty, but this time he flies up with the vehicle in his hands, and when Robin says 'hits the bricks' he throws it down on top of Cinderblock. Then he charges down. "Got it, I guess I will give him a prettier target. Yo, come here! Hey Red, is this guy a robot or something weirder?" Conner is really asking how hard he can punch him, wary to injury a metahuman or maybe someone wearing armor. He really tries to keep tracks of super-villains like a good hero should, but there are hundreds and this one is not even a C-lister. Or is he? 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' "Dunno man, I seen one of the amazons hit him with an uppercut once." Red Robin says as he flips froom the balcony once Cinderblock is on his back, and tosses a sonic batarang at his head. "Supes, cover your ears!" he says and activates the sonic noice, a loud peircing sound that has tim grappeling away from it. Though, eventualy the big block of stupid is out cold and the sound of military comming to pick up the escapee can be heard. "Nice work, um... we better dip bro." Tim says as he grappels to a high rooftop. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' "Wait, is there something that you don't know?" Conner looks back at Robin in mock surprise and Cinderblock punches him through a concrete wall. The Boy of Steel recovers and jumps back just in time for the sonic batarang. Ow, ow, ow. Super-senses are sometimes a pain. He still manages to 'help' Cinderblock going to nap with a couple punches, and then flies away, wincing. "I am going to be hearing that crap the whole week," he complains. Of course he won't, he heals fast as long as he has sunlight. "You bats, always so camera shy," he adds, landing on the same rooftop. 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin looks at Superboy. "Sorry, I don;t think asking the stone hulk for information was worth dudging more of his tantrum. Just be glad it's not the real Hulk, I don;t have a sonic gadget big enough for that." He says as he gives a strech. 'Ya know... I bene thinking..." 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' "No, I mean someone would know about it. He was in prison and... ah, nevermind," Conner is keeping his eyes on the villain, though, just in case he (it?) wakes up before the government agents can put him in whatever high tech restraining devices they bring. Robin has been thinking? Really? A few years back there would have been some eyerolling and a pun or three. Or maybe they would have come from a certain speedster. But today the words make Conner glance back at Tim. "What about?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' "Well, the titans are under the watchful eye of the League, and of course, there's the batman stuff, I mean, I'd like to be my own boss, even though batman isn't my -boss- he is still -the boss- get it?" Red Robin says as he let's out a sigh. "That and Robin is running the titans now.. that little twerp can probably handle it so.. I was thinking of leaving the titans, and starting my own group." he says with a smirk. "You in or what?" 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Ah, the Titans. Conner has visited the tower once or twice. But the Titans never invited him, and he had other friends. Friends that mostly drifted apart in time. Like Robin. Red. "I didn't even know you were seriously involved in the Titans team. They have a Robin, sure, but he is too short," he comments. "That was the old Robin group, wasn't it? We had a better team, I miss them sometimes." Ah, to be young and clueless again. Before Tana's death, Apokolips, Rose and college. "I... Yeah, I would give it a shoot," he decides. "For olds time sake if nothing else." 

:'''{{#var:54|Red Robin (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin nods and smiles. "Cool, I'll ah, get back to you on the who and whrre and all that, I have a few more people I need to talk too. Haven;t even told the Bat yet, though, he will understand that it's my group, I hope." He says as he looks down at the military personel putting cinderblock away, and the ruins of his bike. "In anycase bro, I'm going to head out, have to be in Gotham tonight." he says as he extends his clenched fist in a dap sort of motion. 'hey, you still got my number bro, you CAN call if you are bored or anything like that." 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Sure. Batman is a very understanding guy. Almost as understanding as Superman. No. Long shadows and all that. Still, maybe they can do their own brand of heroic together again. "Okay, looking forward for it. Hell, maybe I can find you a couple good recruits. Depends on where you want to go." Conner will follow anyway. 
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5703/Halloween Hijinks..

2018-11-07T11:37:12Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/11/03 |Location=Gotham University |Synopsis=A Halloween party goes wrong, and the aftermath goes even wronger.. |Cast of Characters=68, 1747,..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/03
|Location=Gotham University
|Synopsis=A Halloween party goes wrong, and the aftermath goes even wronger..
|Cast of Characters=68, 1747, 54, 104, 973, 44
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      For once it's /not/ raining, nor is the sky cloud filled on this Halloween night, Jason Todd having gotten ready back at his place pulls his motorcycle up, the specialized paint turned to a dark gray and black for the evening as he makes his way up the stairs to knock at the door to Carries apartment.     Standing out in the hallway, he stretches, the backup batsuit made for Dick being a little tight in the shoulders, but otherwise fitting properly. Checking the utility belt wrapped around his waist having familiarized himself with the placement of everything if not re-arranging it all, he just waits his face held in that neutral expression Bruce so loved to use at times when he as younger..     Failing to convince Carrie that his bike was a better way to get to the party, Jason just rode along in her little old car making their way to the large manor house the party is being held in, a large ball room filling the center of the giant house with a stained glass roof taking up the majority of the ceiling.      So far the party has been a smashing hit a silent auction off to one side with various collectibles and other interesting items, food and drink plentiful as well as a small dance floor to dance on. Things are shaping up to be a rather nice night, and date when there's the sound of breaking glass, the stained glass roof shattering as faceless, featureless humanoid figures start crashing to the floor, wearing bright white suits their heads sporting Black Spades, and Clubs, while others sport red diamonds and harts.     "If everyone would be so good as to hand over all their valuables to my workers here nobody will get hurt!" a man calls out as he and three others come hovering through the shattered roof on giant oversize playing cards the four dressed up to look like the face cards of a poker deck... 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley was having a good evening enjoying the company of others, and getting many compliments for her Robin costume. Even if she was a girl Robin. She'd refused to wear JUST the shorts and opted instead for leggings beneath them that were of a flesh tone to make some people double-take as she passed by. The cape was just long enough that she didn't feel she was flashing though, so that was a bonus. Best of all, she had a very authentic looking utility belt that was actually one she'd taken to wearing on her evening outings as Kestrel. Not that Jason, currently dressed as Batman, needed to know that. And then... then all heck breaks loose as the Royal Flush Gang busts in. "Seriously?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "We have activity on Campus, looks like some tech based robbers riding on... playing cards... the hell?" Red Robin says as he turns on the survalence. "Are you guys getting this?" He says as he decides to turn on his voice modulator and check the eta of the other two. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     "Drones are in the air," comes the Dark Knight's voice over the comms, uninflected and inscrutable, "Have a bird's eye view but there's some obstruction. Alfred, link the feed in." The head-up displays of all three members of the Bat Family suddenly include a video feed from a drone circling high in a holding pattern above the scene of the crime.     Further out, the Batmobile races around a tight corner as it approaches the Gotham University campus. The trail of the Royal Flush Gang has been blazing hot for weeks, and now they've finally come out in the open. Batman turns his head slightly from the driver's seat to speak over his shoulder to Robin in the passenger compartment: "Keep an eye on that feed. Monitor for any outside interference." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian's white eyelets were glowing slightly. He was already on the drone feed. "Affirmative." He comments, keeping his attention to the feed for now. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy happened to be at the university, originally intending to do some boring article on university life, or some such drab. But the gods were merciful tonight, if it can be called that for everyone else, and the sounds of a robbery fill the air. Tonight she is dressed in a brown overcoat, red rimmed glasses with fake lenses, and black shirt/pants/boots. It's hard not to mistake her for Diana of course but she's used to it. Camera in hand she begins to make her way towards the sounds, ready to bash heads in, and maybe get a story. She doesn't know Batman and company are already there.. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Master Bruce, I'm getting bio-telemmetry from Two sources, one marked as you, and the other as Master Grayson." Comes the trusty butlers stiff british responce. Of course it's not Nightwing at all but Jason Todd in a stolen batsuit.     Jason's own eyelets close down over his eyes, glowing a dark sullen red as the telemetry is fed to his cowl too automtically, causing Jason to let out a low rumbling growl in his chest. Making his way over to Carrie he talks, his voice gruff without any of the friendly tones it's had prior to just now.. "We've got company coming, Allies, and trouble. You said you've been training to be better at self defence.. Gotten any practice throwing knives?" he asks as the goons start to work their way into the crowd, one of the faceless thugs grabbing a girl by the wrist as he starts to forcibly remove a necklace from around her neck.     "King, take your thugs and leave the valuables, You're not getting anything from these people today." he calls out mentally thankful that he at least took out the transmitter from the cowls electronics for audio.     King double takes as he sees 'Batman and Robin' standing there in the middle of the crowd.. "What?! Impossible!" he lets out a cry of outrage "Get Them!" he says as the goons silently start to make their way towards Jason and Carrie.     Jason springs into action a leap into the air and a spinning roundhouse kick to the first thug using the stop in his spinning momentum he uses the recoil from the kick to spin in the opposite way tripping a second thug, the first one's mask ripping away to show electronics on the inside.. "Robots.. No need to hold back" he calls out to Carrie.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Looking at the feed, and his own survalence, Red Robin chuckles. "Oh batman... you are gonna be mad... looks like someone took 'plan B' out of storage, going in." He says as he grappels to the roof and then leaps down the window, landing on a robotic thug in a three point land, SOMEONE there might find such a move oddly familiar, other than that, his staff extends and he tosses two Robin rangs with electric pulses right at two more robot thugs. "Hello boys, I'm the party pooper." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "No need to hold back!?" Carrie calls out incredulously at 'Batman' shooting him a glance. This doesn't stop her from ducking out of the way of one, and dropping low to sweep a kick out at the bot that had come at her. It was done without thinking about it, even as she protests, "I'm not exactly a fighter here!" The bot comes down, and would have landed right on top of her if she hadn't rolled to the side with one arm tucked under her. The instant it crashes down she pushes off with that arm to slam her elbow against the back of the robot's neck where it, presumably, was a weak joint as it earns a crack and a hiss from Carrie. Smashing an un-armored elbow was akin to hitting your funny bone and it sends that jarring sensation of PAIN through her. It's ignored in favor of hopkicking back to her feet. "Go as Batman and Robin, he says, it'll be fun, he says," she mutters to herself as she reaches out to grab a serving tray from one of the event staff. "Sorry going to need to borrow this." Twisting to the side she flings the tray out like an overlarge frisbee aimed for King himself. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     It only takes Batman a moment to tap into the feed from Red Robin's cowl, bringing it up as a large display on the Batmobile's windscreen. Big enough for both Batman and Robin to see easily enough. He speaks over the comms for all those tapped in to hear: "The missing auxillary. I noticed it was gone during the last inventory." A pause for a moment as he watches the feed of the faux Batman in action, "Red Robin, that's Jason. Keep on your toes."     The Batman's knuckles audibly crack as he grasps the steering wheel, his mouth becoming a grim line beneath the cowl as he guns the engine a bit faster. They're tearing along now, only half a minute or so before they arrive by the look of the cityscape scenery speeding by. He cuts the comms for a moment, addressing only the Robin in the Batmobile with him.     "They don't leave with that gear." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Really? Holy crap... so, taser function AFTER we clear the party of robotic thugs then? You DID remember to leave that in there right?" He says as he twirls his staff, and electricity comers out of both ends like a tazer. Red Robin than does a butterfly twirl, knocking two out before landing on the floor back to back with jason. "Lets see how well your memory is, form three." he says, which is batman flips robin over and they take out as many as they can within the radius of their attack. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Nightwing took the suit?" Robin chimes in, but he is corrected by Batman. "He isn't the goddamn Batman!"   The current Robin grits his teeth at the thought. To him, the mantle was his to take, not Jason's. "I'll make sure he doesn't." He responds to Batman as they race towards Gotham University. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy isn't going to get to the robbers before Batman breaks in and starts breaking knee caps and arm joints. But at the moment she doesn't even know that there's anyone stopping the robbery. All she hears are the sounds of things breaking, people fighting, and the shouting of course. She's also not about to become Troia in front of all these students either. Her plan? See what's what and then try to find a place to store her civilian clothes.. and hope that she isn't too late. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      "Welcome to the party." Jason says to Red Robin as he pulls out three Batarangs, throwing them with lethal accuracy moving to take the legs out from another bot as King lets loose a blast of energy from his right eye. "Ohh, you will pay for that insolence!" he says as the serving platter is sent ricocheting to embed itself into a near by wall, the other party goers are running for the nearest exit in a cacauphony of shrieks and screams of terror.. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Jason as Batman, and... Red Robin? This doesn't go unnoticed by Carrie. Not at all. If Jason's fighting wasn't proof enough that he was more than just a tough guy who liked hanging out at dojos, this certainly was. Greeted by Red Robin and back to back with him. It's tucked away in her mind for later given things were a bit more pressing at the moment. Wearing the 'old school' Robin outfit as she was, she was a bit easier to spot in a crowd full of darkly colored costumers than some might expect. Plus she seems to have ticked off King. "Hey! I didn't even say 'You're served!' I thought it but I didn't say it so you're welcome!" It's called out mockingly to King as she ducks away into the crowd that had begun to flee to grab someone who didn't seem as frightened... Donna. Unknown to her, but still not running from things in a panic as others were, she reaches out to grasp the woman's arm. "Hey! You! Help me get these people out of here safely!" Even as she makes this request her free hand lifts to gesture at one of the many exits in the room. "Wave people over to that one, and I'll get the rest out the other," another point. "Create a flow so no one gets trampled." That was the plan at least. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     As the Batmobile wheels into the street outside the building, Batman wastes no time. A flick of a switch on the underside of the wheel opens the hatch swiftly and catapults him skyward, his cape fluttering out to either side like the wings of a bat to control his flight. He lands in the doorway, stepping through as the crowd of fleeing party-goers parts around him like an immovable rock in a rushing river. His eyes narrow, focusing on the false Dynamic Duo. He says nothing, but all his body language exudes a single emotion: pissed off.     A split-second later, he produces a handheld device from his belt and levels it at one of the robots. A small, black device not dissimilar to a taser - save that when he fires it, the blast of electrical energy is enough to set hair on end and fry the circuits of the marauding automaton. The barrel still smoking, he tucks it away and wades into the fray - eyes set firmly on the King. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy looks at Carrie for a moment, then her camera, "What?! I'm a freelance photo journalist! What can I possibly do?!" She sighs, "Fine! Fine! I will help you.." It's not like she can ignore being Diana's mirror image in every single way. Duty binds her but so does her conscience. She begins to start herding people to safety. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Letting his grapel line shoot out towards a pillar, it doesnt pull him away, instead he turns quickly and attaches the pulling mechanism to the back of the fake batman's suit before letting it catch and pull him, probably to hold him for later. Red Robin then turns and fires a few explosive pellets are some of the robots before taking out two more with uis staff, finaly tossing a smoke pellet at King. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin also sets his seat to eject him. The electromagnetic ejectors whine as they launch Robin in the air. His cape goes rigid as well, allowing a controlled glide.   Robin was putting himself in a position behind the King. He lands, gently with his sword in hand. Beheading one low ranking memberbot, and launching a similar ball of electricity at another from his gauntlet. The familiar smell of ozone starts to waft through the air. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood whispers to Red Robin. "i was here on a date, she knows who i am.. Shut it.." he says pulling out his grapnel gun as he fires on one of the support beams keeping a hold of the grapnel gun he launches himself up into the air taking a flying kick at Jack, the larger than the other gang member getting knocked back and off his flying card. Letting go of the grapnel gun he times it just right to bring both feet down on the meta-human with a sicking THWACK that knocks the man out. "one down!" he calls out. Then he sees Robin. "Great, the whole colony's here.." he says with half of the thugs down, and the room rapidly emptying of any civilians, he quickly pulls out from 'his' utility belt a handful of explosive pellets flinging them at a group of robots the quarter inch wide, half inch long pellets exploding on impact to turn them, and the wooden dancefloor into rubble.. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, photographer, great costume," Carrie-Robin offers to Donna. "You're not freaking out so help please! Thanks!" Even as Donna moves to do as asked she does as well, heading across the room to stoop down picking up someone who stumbled, and helping them to their feet toward the exit. When she can she steals a glance back to the fighters realizing... the entire Bat Family was here. At least that she was aware of. Including the two 'Batmans'. Her attention shifts back to the people, trying to remain unnoticed as much as possible by the Royal Flush Gang. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     Apparently unnoticed as yet, Batman continues to move with purpose. Remove the head, the body will die. Elementary strategy. The miniature explosives only serve as a smokescreen, allowing him to pass through like an ominous shadow as the two faithful Robins take up position around the King. A three-pronged maneuver furnished by years of training and experience.     It is then that Batman rises from the smoke like a passionless, unrelenting edifice. The shadows play on him in such a way that only the baleful whites of his cowl's eyelets are visible. The thing Gotham's criminals dread above all else.     He says nothing, instead darting forward to drive his fist across the King's jaw. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy sighs as she continues to lead people to safety, ocassionally helping people up who have fallen in the panic of things. She looks at Carrie every so often as she sees her. She doesn't find the other woman unusual, but she is kind of curious, it's just her way. She does manage to catch a glimpse of Batman when she runs back into the building towards the fighting to check for more people to evacuate, "Figures.. guess they don't need my help after all." It's probably for the best as throwing people through walls is not the best university behavior for a photo journalist. She starts to escort another group outside. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' The Ace member of the Royal flush gang wobbles as his 'card' flips him over and he lands on the ground with a staff in his back, a small electronic pulse from said staff takes the member out of the fight. "Moble hack, gotta love it." He says as he turns to look at Batman, the real one, going for the king, he also takes note of carrie and her outfit. "If you get a second date, I'll be shocked." He mumbles before moving to finish off the remainder of the peon robot thugs. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      "Red Robin.. Spring board up to Queenie there." he says as he moves to drop halfway down to one knee, threading his hands together, the mooks have all dropped and with the second batman's suprise attack on King, the only member left standing.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin runs at The Fake Batman and goes to springboard, placing a single glvoes hand on his shoulder for leverage as he vaults up to the queen with a flip. "Milady." he says as he lands on the card and does a heel drop on her shoulder before kicking her off the card, and sending her against the wall, lucky for her, Red Robin is a gentlman and made sure he sent her with a foam bomb so that she doesnt get even more injured when she hits the wall, though, now she is stuck there. Leaping from that flying card to the kings, he flips and places a remote taser disk on his shoulder before landing and having said disk go off, landing in front of the main door. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Batman's rush to start on the King has Robin working in tandem. Damian's gauntlet launcher lowers as he jumps to kick the back of the King, redirecting him to Batman. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     The attacks come at the King from a myriad of angles, enough to throw the fiend off kilter. As he doubles over from the assault, Batman drives his kneed up into his midsection to send him toppling from the flying card. Out of commission. The civilians scattered, and the assailants defeated, the Bat steps from the card back to the ruined floor. For a moment he glances sidelong at Donna, brow furrowing beneath his cowl. He knows that face and mutters a greeting as he passes her: "Diana."     But now, his attention turns firmly back towards Jason and he closes the gap between them swiftly. His teeth are bared, his eyes narrowed with rage: "What in the damn Hell do you think you're doing? How /dare/ you. How dare the /both/ of you."     He strikes with the speed of a coiled viper, remotely deactivating the fail-safes in the cowl Jason wears before gripping at it to pull it off. No interest in preserving it. Simply looking to tear it free in a burst of cold, calculated anger. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy notes Batman's mistake, looking at him but not confirming his greeting. She is far too busy herding yet another group of students out of the building but she will correct him after this is all taken care of, "I just love being a twin.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin lands next to Donna and smiles. "Too young to be Diana, he's pretty mad anyway." He says with a smile as he looks to Carrie. "I'd hand over everything 'he' gave you, I don;t think you want batman anymore miffed tan he already is." he says as he walks towards Jason, staff still out, maybe it;s respect, or just unease, but he knows the former robin has quite a few tricks up his sleeve, like all of them do. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood strikes back with just as much speed, not going for the cowl, but for Batman's throat. "It's a good god damn thing I dared... Up until the brady bunch showed up, I was on a damn date and wearing a costume." he says the cowl coming off as he flips backwards twin elecric batarangs coming out to head towards the two 'real' robins. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley had just helped usher a few of the last stragglers out the door when she turns just in time to see Red Robin land from a flip in front of the door she stood at. A quick breath is drawn and she dips her head toward him respectfully... before her gaze skims past him toward where Batman approaches Other Batman, aka Jason. She glances over at Donna as well with eyebrows raising curiously. Twin? She was clearly clueless at least--she hadn't paid much attention to the Amazons to be honest. They weren't the local heroes of Gotham. "Somehow doubted it when he said he got it off EBay," she responds to Red Robin's suggestion with a sighing shake of her head. "Thanks for the help," she offers to Donna even as she pulls a few discs out of her utility belt. The clash between the two is watched with jaw tightening a bit and eyebrows furrowed together. With her costume mask on it just made her look all the more fitting as Robin, given the scowl. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     Batman's hand raises swiftly, knocking Jason's hand aside as it goes for his throat. He throws the cowl to the ground as it comes away, continuing forward with eyes lock firmly on the Pretender. He hurls a batarang of his own, this one aimed at the Red Hood's right wrist as he launches an attack at the others.     "Then buy a costume," the Bat growls, teeth bared, "You stole something you have /no/ right to. Something you will /never/ have a right to."     His hands clench into fists, knuckles popping and the leather creaking audibly as he does: "Always the same. Always treating this life like it's some game. You /boy/."     He lunges forward once again, this time not aiming to reclaim Bat-paraphernalia but instead to drive his fist into Jason's solar plexus. This is not the grim, stoic operator that he normally is. This is Batman boiling over with a measured, violent rage. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin knows what to do, taking a pair of zip ties and placing them around the King's wrists, securing them with a zip.   Then the Robin can only watch as Batman does his thing, approaching from Batman's rear, Robin crosses his arms, looking quite angered at Jason. He recognized Carrie, but keeping up his appearances, he could not show he knew her.   Good thing too, as there was an electric batarang headed towards him. The batarang is dodged, jumping to the side and dropping his sword and running at Jason. Batman was angry, and so was Robin. As Batman plants a punch, Robin attempts to jump on Jason's back, he was going for speed here. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin catches the electronic rang with the extended blade from his staff and watching. "Uh-oh..." he says as he removes the deactivated batarang from his staff and places the now reclaimed robin disks in his utility belt. He looks to Donna. "Make sure she doesn't get hit by anything, if you please, I'm sure the batman will have words with her later." he says as he grapples up to the ceiling and flips at the halfway mark, comming down with a booted heel after batman's punch. Maybe if he get's knocked out, batman won't break EVERY bone in his body. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood isn't the same Jason Todd that Batman trained.. His time with the league lets him block the blow from Batman with one arm, his bracer spikes parrying the sword and using both arms to flip back out from the other Robins blow. He won't be able to hold all three off for much longer. but at least for now he can..     "The two of you stay the fuck out of this, or I go lethal, and the three of you know I can fucking do it.." he says his own eyes glinting with rage. "IT stopped being a game old man you let that mad man do what he did to me.. When his /mother/ did what she did." he says spitting the word 'mother' out at Robin.. "So yeah, I took a suit, planned on returning it tonight after trying to reclaim some normalcy in my life." he explains reaching behind him to pull out two large batarans that fold out into a pair of blades. "So you wanna have this out here and now, then lets go. It's not like you were ever any kind of father to me anyway.." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Tick. Tick. Tick. The corner of Carrie's eye twitches faintly as she considers this all a moment. A long moment. A hand lifts, finger pointing to Jason... Then to Batman... then her eyes skim over toward Red Robin... It's here her eyes narrow, and her head tips to the side. The next person her finger points to is Robin as he leaps up to jump on Jason as well. "No..." No. Maybe not. Maybe? A long, quiet sigh is given as Red Robin leaps off leaving her with Donna. "Are men always this stupid? Nevermind, I think I answered my own question." Lifting one of the Robin-rangs, classic era style, she flips it a time or two testing the weight as she regards the fraccas. It seems she might opt to join in. Might. Nope. Her hand stretches back half behind her to grab hold of the fire alarm, giving it a hard yank to set the alarm off and the sprinklers to spraying over the already pretty much ruined ballroom floor. "Sorry to rain on your parade, guys, but family issues shouldn't be aired in public, hint hint." 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy nods at Carrie, "Glad to help.." She looks back at Batman, seeing him attempting to pile drive.. Red Hood? She didn't notice him before but she sees him now. She doesn't try to stop him, she knows better than to get in Batman's way. It's usually best to let him work it out. He won't go too far? Right? Donna is still not sure.. but in the meantime things do not look out of control. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     "Give me an excuse to throw you in Arkham and lose the key," Batman growls, "You'll never win. You're a fool, but even /you/ know that. There is no world where you can ever beat me."     That said, the Batman doesn't approach any further. Keeping his eyes locked on Jason should he decide to attack: "What normalcy are you going to find in murder? Take a look at yourself. You've become what you hate."     The latter is said less in anger and more in venomous pity. He remains stalwart and immobile even as the sprinkler system rains water down on them all: "I want you to return it /now/. All of it. You've made your own bed. You have a new mask now. Wear that and /never/ try to claim what isn't yours again or I will shatter you like glass." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "He wont have to shatter you like glass, because I'll do it for him. You've become a second rate hack, a shell of your former self." Red Robin states as he also stays back. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Carrie's words get Robin's notice, and he balls up his fist tightly. "You imbecile! I place this blame directly on you!" He reaches back to strike at Jason, this concerned his secret, and was supremely upsetting to Damian. "She knows, now because of YOU! Do you even know who she is to anyone other than you?! FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" He keeps striking, losing his cool it seems. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood is hit once.. twice.. reflexes letting him roll with the blows before he starts fighting back, the sharpened wings of the blades he's weilding coming to bare. "I warned you." he says as a flick of a switch has the blades humming subsonicly cutting through the boy wonders reinforced gloves and drawing blood. "Call him off bats.." Jason says as he starts to go on the offensive, the blades flashing with cold precision, aiming for an eye, a jugular, a femoral, the man able to keep up with the compromised blows of an enraged Damian.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Opening..." Tim says as he extends the blade on his staff and jams it int othe floor. Then he takes a stance that he really shouldn't, one that shiva taught him. Dashing forward with a side kick aimed at Red Hood's jaw, before ducking any retort and performing a tiger palm strick right for the diaphram. Ment to disable, and in some cases, cause enough internal bleeding to kill. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' As the two begin to clash in another fit of emotion, Carrie doesn't bother to stay by the sidelines anymore. Without a word she darts across the distance to come up behind Damian with arms grappling around his waist. Physically picking him up from behind she twists on the heel of her foot to spin around placing her back toward Jason as he starts to threaten further harm to the smaller Robin. "Stop it!" One hand lifts to lob her car keys over her shoulder at Jason, demanding, "Get out to the car before the fire department gets here! I'll return the suit later!" It was a decisive tone, but one she hoped was listened to. As for the younger Robin she'd grabbed... She murmers quietly, "It'll be okay." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     "Enough of this," Batman says quietly, but in a way that cuts through the din of battle like a hot knife - imperious and certain, "Enough! You're playing into his hands. Fall back. Now."     The Dark Knight gives a pointed look at the two Robins, the look of fury now gone and replaced instead by grim determination. He does not launch another attack, instead he lifts a hand to chest height and presses a smaller button. Whatever effect it has, it isn't immediately noticeable.     "Let him go." 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy stays out of it, which may or may not make Batman pause. She was going to document the robbery but at this point it's gone way beyond that. Her camera remains strapped and she just watches the standoff. She still trusts Batman to handle it, not wanting to reveal herself to the public, and because it doesn't look like it's her business at this point. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian is easy to pick up, he is relatively light. Though it takes a moment for Damian to stop. The jabs aimed at his eyes, juggular, and femoral arteries miss their marks, but there is damage done. Robin bleeds, and the flesh on his face is dripping with blood. He shakes from the adrenaline, but looking up at Carrie gives him cause to pause. He wipes his face, smearing the red blood now streaked with sprinkler water.   As Batman calls them off, Robin raises his hood, and walks over to his father, picking up his sword as he approaches. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood is staggered by the blow from Red Robin, the key fob landing at his feet as it bounces off his chest. Bringing the blades up in a defensive stance he stops when that command is given, his own look one of grim stubborness as he drops the two blades. "I tried it your way Bats, and apparently that wasn't enough.. Here's your damn toys." he says reaching down and undoing the utility belt. "You're welcome for the help in keeping the students from getting hurt."     "Keep the car Carrie, I won't need it and I know who to give the suit to, He's the only one of this whole group worth a damn.." he adds. Spitting out a glob of blood he starts to make his way towards the front exit the sounds of police sirens starting to come through the night air.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin backs up and takes his staff as he steps next to Batman. "I think getting out of sight is in order." he says as he hears the sirens. 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     "If that's all it takes," Batman says to the remaining group, "then he had no commitment to the mission to begin with. Update Todd, Jason - category zero." In the Batcave, the Batcomputer carefully rearranges Jason's file to rest alongside those of the Arkhamites who habitually threaten Gotham City.     That said, he turns his attention Donna: "Ms Troy, if you'll excuse us." Then, he turns to Carrie, "Come with us." Not an order, but a firm suggestion. He then moves back to the Batmobile, still waiting outside. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy isn't surprised that Batman figured it out, after all Diana probably would have rushed in there to break up the fight, "Of course Batman." She watches him leave before giving Carrie a wave, "I guess I should be going too. Not much of a story here now but it was worth it to get people to safety." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley lets Robin go without any protest or attempt to restrain him further. She watches Jason stalk off, and then stoops to scoop up her car keys rather than leave them around for anyone else to get. The remark to Donna has her glance over toward the woman with a hint of confusion--THAT at least was one thing she hadn't yet figured out during this fiasco apparently. This was, to say the least, one hell of an unforgetable evening. It's when she starts to turn away that Batman speaks, and she glances back with a conflicted expression. Still. Sooner or later there would be things to discuss, apparently, so she simply nods in response. "Sure." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Robin does as he is told, keep it professional, even with his outburst earlier.   The bloodied Boy Wonder reaches to his gauntlet, calling over the Redbird. The autonomous motorcycle joins up with the Batmobile and Damian jumps onto the bike. Once he moves off, he is going at an incredibly fast rate of speed. Anything to get his mind off what had happened. The boy still bleeds, probably making the wounds worse by his actions, but Damian doesn't care the least bit. 

:'''{{#var:44|Donna Troy (44)}} has posed:''' Donna Troy takes out her phone as she leaves. Time for a sister to sister talk now. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin nods to the other two and moves off to get his red cycle. Passing by Carrie, he gives her a reassuring nod, at the very least he might try and stick up for her... against a seething pissed off and very calculating bat. Once he is on his Bike, he speeds after Damian, pulling a wheelie as he tries to catch up to the younger boy wonder, setting the comlink so that only the two younger waynes can hear. "Robin, you going to be okay?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''      Red Hood vanishes off into the night.. The next day Alfred will find a package on the front steps of Wayne manor, wrapped in butcher paper with a note on top held in place by the weight of a steel crowbar. All it says is 'Time to do it my way." 

:'''{{#var:104|Batman (104)}} has posed:'''     Batman waits by the Batmobile, and as Carrie approaches the hatch opens up to reveal the passenger compartment inside. No torture devices or mind-erasing technology to be seen, thankfully. If he's still angry, he's stopped showing it. Now he is simply stern, grim, and calculating.     As he climbs into the driver's seat, he sits silently for a moment and waits for Carrie to climb aboard. When she's settled in, the engine roars to life and the Batmobile takes off at a clip - speeding towards the city limits. From his forward seat, the Bat speaks:     "Time for answers." 
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5723/What Happens At Convention...

2018-11-07T11:35:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Manhattan, the perfect place for a Tech Expo, though it's not so much a hardware expo as it is software. A few of the big software companies have their newest programs showing, one in particular is DrakeOS, with it's newest iteration being that of an OS made FOR gamers, as in it keeps the ram down and ustilized the best graphics, lesser computers can do more based soley on the driver code. On the other side of this Expo, is also Youtubers, one in particular is Tim Drake, or Timiplier, who a lot of people have come out to see, he has also made it known that his company Drake Softworks, showing off his newest OS for people. "As you can see, this not only cleans out alot of dummy code found in alot of games and video card drivers, but it also is intuitive, and is able to handle VR like a champ." he says with a smile to a gathering of tech heads who are looking over the displays. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Well this was certainly an oppertunity! Most times Kid was interested in the hardware side of things. How to build and create machines was something of a passion, he was even making his own car. But the idea of software was semi-new to him! And so he decided to check out this expo. As he walked in, he very much resembled a very large brutish individual. He wore jeans and boots, and a very large sweater, along with a backpack. His head was up, a concealing one really for all intents and purposes, hding his features.     But none the less he stops by the youtuber section of things to listen to Timiplier speak. He wondered if it was truely THAT good as he begins to look over the displays. Though he couldn't help but pick up a display to look it over more closely and curiously 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' In a significantly more modest booth, the Great Zatara (no, not the //Great// Zatara, but his nephew) is showing off magic tricks. This has actually become one of the rare times the teenager actually explains the mechanics behind his illusions. A grand opportunity for any of his fans, but he was not aware that he'd be competing with a bigger name and brand. He is grumbly about it, to say the least. In grey pants and a black t-shirt that reads 'I DON'T BELIEVE IN MAGIC' in sparkly purple print, he leans over to describe how he just managed to slice his arm with a playing card. "It's all sleight of hand. Distractions are everywhere. If you don't pay attention, you'll miss it. I'll do it slower this time. See if any of you guys can catch it." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim walks over to the rather hulking person and smiles. "Interested? It;s really a work of genius." Well he wrote it himself, but he can't tell people that he is one of the worlds best hackers and coders. "If you are interested ,I could get you a Beta copy, the full release will be in march, but I am looking for a few more testers for this." he says, but notices Zach and chuckles. "Speaking of things that might be magical." he says as he points to the magic booth and decides to walk over, of course, Kid is more than welcome to walk with him, Tim looks to be the type to be very open. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid sets down the display and follows along. He begins to sigh - american sign language by the looks of it. "Is it useful for making robots and stuff?" he signs. A thick bracer/watch on his wrist does the speaking for him. For the observant...this hulking person had extreamly hairy hands, and greyish-green skin.     That being said he WAS watching Zatara by the time they walk over. Paying attention to the magic trick. But he still kept his hood and head down. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' The trick is done again, and the fans and amateur magicians around Zatara still look dumbfounded when the once intact playing card goes directly through his arm without leaving a mark on his olive skin. He lets out a soft sigh but noticeably perks up when Timiplier and his hulking friend approach. "Ah, if it isn't visitors from the other side?" He grins, flashing a perfect set of white teeth. "Unfortunately, all your programming skill won't help you decipher true magic!" He's showboating and trying to attract some of the people that were at the other YouTuber's station. With a flick of his finger, he sends a top hat stationed on the booth sliding towards Tim's feet. "Lift the hat. If you dare." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim knows the slieght of hand stuff, he knows it very well, it's when real magic comes into play when he is out of his element, but again, he cant show how skilled he actualy is, because that might let out a whole host of problems. "I DO dare!" he says as he lifts the hat, wondering what trick is going to be played on him. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid cants his head at the showboating. He signs "...is that not the point of true magic? it is indecipherable?" He was a bit confused on the matter now. But he watched the hat slide over with a blink and peers at it with distrust. He seen...a much less fun version of this trick one too many times. He slides away from Tim to watch from a safe distance. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' Moments before Tim Drake touches the hat, Zatara breathes out a whisper, barely able to be heard over the gasps of his growing audience. "Ekaf sdrib epacse morf eht tah..." But that's nothing but nonsense, right? Or perhaps gibberish uttered too quietly for it to be comprehended. Regardless, as the hat is lifted from the floor by Zatara's newest assistant, a wink is given to the giant figure signing (Zach assumes that he's impressed) and three pure white doves burst from that spot into the ground, soaring into the ceiling. "Presto!" And they promptly burst into mini fireworks that land safely on the floor as mere confetti. Did Zachary break this building's animal and fire policy? Perhaps. But the applause that spreads through this corner of the convention is more than worth it. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Chuckles. "Oh wow, okay I have a trck for you." he says, deciding that he ought to show one small non magical trick, and he twirls the hat and places it on Kid's head, after showing that there's nothing in the hat. "He then takes out a watch. "Now, see the watch?" he says as he stuffs it onto his hand and smacks the back of his closed fist before opening the hand to show that there isn't anything in his hand now. "Oh my goodness, I seem to have misplaced my watch, good sir in the tophat, might you have seen my watch.' he says as he motions towards the hat, where funny enough, the watch can be found under it. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid gives Tim an incredulouse look as he place a hat on his head. He actually even GROWLS at Tim sounding much more like an animal than one would expect. But he at least doesn't do anything rash and simply listens.     At the motioning...he removes the top hat only to find the watc slipping off his hoodie and into his massive hand. He blinks and shows everyone the revealed watch! 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' Zatara's eyes widen a touch. "Oh, wow," He shakes his head, clearly surprised by the trick and presses forward as if this was all part of the plan. "I didn't know I was dealing with practitioners of the trade. It seems we may have magicians of you yet, Timiplier and..." He glances at Kid and gives him a one over. "What did you say your name was again?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Anyone can do it with practice." Tim says with a smile. "It's all slight of hand and.." he holds up a second watch, right next to the one Kid has. "Deception." he says with a smile as he placed one watch on his wrist, though doesnt reach for the other watch, probably a gift for kid for being a good sport. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Kid was looking over the watch, trying to figure out how it got there. He looks into the hat, but sees nothing special there. He than looks up at the ceiling as if there were answers. His hood falls off at this point, revealing the hulking man to infact be a gorilla.     He looks back down at Zatara's question and blinks. He signs "Jua" his watch speaking out the very very short name. He looks to Tim again as he says deception and chuckles at the thought. 

:'''{{#var:1693|Zachary Zatara (1693)}} has posed:''' Okay, Zatara's eyes widen even more at the reveal of a gorilla as do the eyes of members of the crowd. He collects himself quickly, coughing to gain the attention of the muttering crowd. "Name's Zachary Zatara, as I am sure you already know. Nice to meet you...Jua." And with a gesture, the top hat comes back to Zachary. "Thanks you two for participating." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "Was a nice trick with the birds, anyway, I'll have to see you both around, I have a presentation to make with my new OS." he says as he waves to Zach, and gives Kid, or Jua, a pat on the back, not bothered that the man is a intelligent gorilla, people are people all the same. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Jua notices the widening eyes of Zatara and the crowd. He grunts and quickly puts his hood back on. He still isn't used to being in a crowd as himself. He signs "Nice to meet you too...Zachary. And uh...Timiplier" was that his real name? Kid was wondering that now 
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5732/A little help.

2018-11-07T11:33:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Gotham at night, it's a nice sight, well, for most of the city. In other parts there is a seedy underbelly that reeks of crime and overall a poor outlook on life. Recent activity from most sources say there there has been a flurry of Gang activity recently, a new gang that fancy themselves Ninja. On a rooftop, where once as eight ninja and a certain Red Robin, now there are only four, and a wounded Red Robin. Well, make that three because another Ninja falls when the end of Tim's staff tazes them. "C'mon... you want to do your dirty work in gotham? You go through me!" He says as his voice modulated growl is menacing, but favoring his left arm and left leg doesn't look at intimidating as his voice sounds, surrounded by blade wielding thugs in Ninja garb. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler is not a ninja. unless swiping waffles unseen is a qualification. What she is, however, is determined. Patrolling on her own is something that she has been told is dangerous but it isn't like she has a buddy for the buddy system to work. She makes her way across a number of rooftops when she hears voices. She alters course to spare a look down from the roof to see what maybe going on. Ninjas. They're almost as bad as snakes.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin continues to fight off the Ninja, managing to take another one down, though, getting grazed by a ninja star in the process. Backing against a wall, he looks to the remaining three. "I'd take your wounded and go... if I were you." He says as he quickly thinks of options, in his state, grappeling would probably do more damage to him that help in an escape, and he isn;t fast enough with a wounded leg to work a smoke bomb trick, so he tworils he staff and grits his teeth. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler blinks. She grabs her own staff and smoke bombs. Not to cover Red Robin but to toss into the mouth of the alley to distract the ninjas briefly. They don't know she's there after all. Clouds of smoke erupt - purple and black even. Swirling up and filling the entrance to the narrow space from the street. Spoiler had enough strategy to at least not drop down where she threw them. She's still above Red Robin. She doesn't wait for the ninjas to turn before she jumps out and away from the building's roof, booted feet held together to try and impact one of these guys either in the chest or (hopefully) between the shoulder blades before they realize they have another opponent. Her staff is outstretched in her right hand, ready to strike as she drops. Okay. It was a lot higher up than she calculated.. It may be a rough landing no matter what! 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Well, bat-trainning is bat-trainning, and Tim know's it better than anyone as he pushes off with his good leg and turns his body, the next set of moves he does he hopes Spoiler can follow. Before Spoiler can hit the ground, he turns his back to break her back, as she lands back to back with him. Using that momentom, once her feet are on the ground, Tim rolls over her Left shoulder. "Throw!" Tim says as his own staff is launched at one of the two remaining Ninja. he then collapses against a wall gripping his left arm. "Damnit. Nice assist Spoiler, I was wrong about you." he says with a chuckle, though, however light he is trying to make the mood, the fact remains that he is pretty banged up. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' ((Dear diary... tonight two amazing things happened! First: I ACTUALLY took down a ninja. Not just some goon in his pajamas, A. REAL. Ninja! And he didn't even know where I was coming from till I hit him and introduced his face to the ground. Second: I got an ACTUAL compliment from someone who works with Batman! (IKR??? who would have thought that day would ever come!!) Of course, Red Robin was kinda banged up so I think he'd have just been happy if the mailman could have been his springboard to take down those last two ninjas before he could get help. But hey. I'm claiming it as a win!)) Spoiler was giddy as she finally neared the ground. Terrified and giddy. The ninja she was aiming for actually turned toward the smoke bombs as she hoped, presenting her with a perfect target between his shoulderblades. Her boots impacted, her knees bent and she ended up riding him all the way to the ground where he hit like a sack of potatos, out cold. Then Red Robin was using her shoulder to work his much more impressive martial arts magic. But hey - he used HER shoulder! As the last ninja fell, the masked female vigilante looked to Red Robin, breathing a bit heavy. "So... run into ninja problems often in this part of town or was this a special occasion?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Early Birthday Present." Tim says with a smile before he looks at his wounded arm, or, shoulder more accurately. "Have you had first aid trainning? This cut is to high up for me to mend it, and my cumunicator was busted in that fight." he says with a smirk as he reaches into his ultility belt and produces a leather bound first aid kit. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler tilts her head. "You need a better understanding of what a present is supposed to be in that case." Then she looks to his arm, and hisses. "Ouch. Yeah I can see that. I'm no EMT but I can do CPR to Stayin' Alive like no one's business, and I know how to do field dressings. I won't promise my needlework is very neat but at least you'll probably have a pretty cool looking scar to remember your birthday by.." Taking the kit, she points, "Have a seat, Mr. Patient. Doc Spoiler'll get you patched up in no time." Opening the kit she looks over the contents quickly and then to his arm to see just how deep that slash went. "It's bled a lot. Which is probably more bad than good. Need to clean it up first." She grabs some of the alcohol wipes, "May sting but I'll try to keep it out of the wound. For now anyway." after all everyone knows you pour tons of alcohol (medical or drinking) into a wound to disinfect it. Right? 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Well if I needed CPR, you'd probably be the first... um.. yeah." Tim says as he realizes that he was trying to flirt with her, while being banged up with a slash in his shoulder. "Peroxide, kills the infection, after working your needle, you'll wantt to gauze and tape it, but you probably already knew that." he says with a smile as he sits on a stack of pallettes, and with his good arm, pops his knee back into place before she start's working on his shoulder. "One of them hit me with the flat end of a kunai, good thing I turned in time or I'd would have been much worse." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler pauses and looks at him. "It's not usually smart to flirt with the one giving you medical attention... " her tone is rather flat as if it were perhaps not well received as she continued to clean the wound and then properly dress it. She then adds offhandedly, "If you're going to flirt, you should try it after you're all patched up and the sharp pointy needles are all put away." Yep, she's teasing. "okay. It's going to sting. Probably a lot. This isn't exactly a papercut. It is good it wans't a direct blow or it would done to the bone I'm sure." She works carefully, perhaps slower than most would - but it isn't every day she has to do this herself. Her mom? well yeah. But she wasn't going to drop that tip about her identity. not yet anyway! 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Sorry, I just can't help myself around a capable woman such as yourself." Red Robin says with a smirk as he does hiss abit, but doesn't flinch or shy away from it. "Thanks for the arning." he says about the stinging. "You know, once I had to pull a bullet out of a team ember, in the middle of a fire fight, was not fun, I was nervious." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler glanced up at him. "it's the blood loss talking now. None of your... associates would ever willingly call me capable. Unless it was to refer to my singular skill for getting in over my head or getting my butt kicked.." she snarked. Then she finished bandaging up the wound. "I'm no Betsy Ross when it comes to stitching. But I think those will hold til you can get someone with proper training to patch you up." She then nods, "I'm sure. I've avoided gunshots so far. I don't doubt it'll happen some time. Just trying to keep it as far off as possible!" she offers a light laugh as she packs up his aid kit again. "You'll need to restock this.. and organize it. I'm not putting everything back in the right spot, I have no doubt." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "We are like that with everyone, it's a hard line of work and most of us have trained since we were half the sizes we are now. We do it to avoid the wrong people getting hurt." Red Robin says as he stands up and tests his shoulder abit. "Bot bad, Ms. Ross would be proud." he then looks at hr with a serious look. "Alright, if you are serious about this whole spoiler thing, why don;t I tutor you?" He says with a tilt of his head. "And your kit, good for a begginer but.. full restoration, top to bottom." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler smirks behind her mask. Yeah. she's heard this build up before. Tight knit group. Going to get killed. Not good enough. Blah blah. She was already comparing his speech to the sound the teacher makes on those holiday cartoons of the boy who can't kick a football and his fighter pilot beagle. That's when her brain puts on the brakes and she looks at him. "Well. For one. I'm serious or I wouldn't still be out here. I'd be stupid to keep doing this if I didn't believe I could make a difference like this instead of working at a homeless shelter or something. I'm here because I CAN do this and I have been." Stubborn. Naive even. But stubborn. She then steps back in surprise. "Tutor? you... sure your boss-guy is going to approve of that? I haven't had a lot of interactions with him but mostly they're the same - grumble-growl-not-good-enough-go-home.. You really think he'd let you help me?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin laughs. "He isn't my boss, he's my partner, yeah he is the 'big guy' but still, I do what I want. Besides, I have a better gauge on people than he does, so if I start trainning you, than his disposition towards you might change." He says as he lifts his arm and shoots off his grappel line. "Follow me, I have a bird's nest near here, don't worry, Oracle knows about it's location." he says as he launches off towards a high building where the secret entrance to this nest is a moved slab of concrete. Inside it's rather amazing, one wall lined with screens and satalite videos of the tri-state area, and opposite that looks to be a weapons catche AND work bench. "Bird's nest." he says with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler blinks. "Bird's nest? Oracle?" She follows him however. She did invest in a proper grapple launcher. even if it is only 'commercial grade'. It still works well enough that she can keep up with an injured Red Robin. Inside the place she looks around. If her white eyelets could get wide with expression, they'd be huge now. "... yeah. I guess it is.. I should call you Magpie with all this shiny stuff you've got..." she jokes. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Fighting isn't even my best skill, Detective work, tactis and computers, those are my big three." Red Robin says as he walks over to the computer. "Computer, new user data, Spoiler, acsess level two." Then he quickly types in the password on his rather large keyboard. "There, now you can get in and out without the place self destructing, and have acsess to the satalite feeds and most of the criminal files." He says as he turns to look at her. "Though, there are three files that are off limits, and you shouldent go near, the Joker, Two face, and bane." he says with a frown. "Not kidding, no amount of gusto and will can stop what they will do to you... One robin was already killed thanks to one of them." he says as he walks past her and looks over the weapons. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler watches with disbelief. "Wait. So... you're just going to let /me/ come in here to do research and investigations? Just like that? You don't even -know- me..." She looks at him with suspicion. "What's the catch?" Then the three things. "Well that's easy. I'm wreckless and carefree maybe. But I don't have a death wish" she states. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Stephanie Brown, University student, Olympic level Gymnast on part with the flying graysons, Daughter of Arthur Brown, the Cluemaster. I could go on." Red Robin says as he turns to look at her. "It;s a bad habit of mine, when we come across a Vigilantie we don't know, I tend to scour the deep web and files until I mate a name with a suit." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler looks miffed now. "Oh great. So you know I like to eat waffles for breakfast right out of the toaster too, I suppose." Well he does now! "Clearly. So you know who I am. That doesn't mean you know -me-. No background check or computer file can show you someone's personality or character" she snaps. "So what now. You know pretty much all about me and my family. How is that supposed to put me at ease?" she crosses her arms over her stomach, almost glaring at him. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim smiles. "I know that you are as stubbborn as the hulk on a rampage, I also know that when someone says you can't do somthing, you will put your full effort into doing somthing. Also, under that mask, you are quite easy on the eyes, but that's just my opinion." He says as he finishes what he was working on, it;s a utility belt. "Here, Caltrols, lead balls, smoke bombs, throwing disks, and a few kits in here, as well as this." he says as he tosses her an armlet. "Grappel line under the wrist, and you can hook a smart phone inside the top, even has space for an external drive. Once I have more time, I'll see about feeding the display to your lenses." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler blinks at all that. Well that isn't fair. He managed to sum up a lot about her. Correctly. now she has to be mad. right? Right! But then he's giving her gadgets and tools. Real ones from the look of it. Or more real than the stuff she picked up at the Army Surplus shop or Walt's Hardware and Tool Shack. She looked at everything. "... and what is this all gonna cost? I mean... thank you. But I can'd afford this. Not right now at least." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and leans against the wall. "Well, at the rick of making you more angery, I'd ask for a date." he says but than shakes his head. "But that's just creepy and wrong, they are yours, as long as you train." He says as he pushes off the wall and moves over to one of the two chairs in front of the monitors. "First lession is the easy one, this building is abandond, the top three levels, excluding this one, are a rudematary obsticle course. When you have time, run it." he says with a smile. "I'd also pick up a book on computer programming, mostly so when I get your suit all tached up, you wont need to wait for me to have a look at it, this job is twently five percent fighting, the other seventy five percent is knowledge, and trainning." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler eyes him. A date. "You know I put those stitches in. I can pull them back out again..." She walks over slowly to watch what he is doing. "I know some programming. But it's not my major focus." She then comments, "I appreciate what you've given me. It'll help, absolutely. And immediately. But - I may have a.. supplier for equipment and other things that won't require you to prop me up. I'd be thankful for help training. But hold off on making me anything for a week or so? If this other opportunity works out, it'll be one less thing for you to have to deal with." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin smiles. "Alright, but I'd feel better if you'd stay in contact at least." He says with a smile as he turns in the chair to look up at her. "There's alot of bad out there, and it's always better to have someone watching your back. and thanks again... for stepping in during that fight." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler nods. "You're welcome, I'm just glad I blind sided that one. Or I'd be diced up too." She shrugs some. "I'll try, sure? How do I do that, though? It isn't like I have your phone number to call or text, you know.." She smirks behind her mask. "I'm sure you'll give me a way soon. I should be going though." She moves to stand and head to the exit. Pausing first she glances back. "And as a rule? I don't date vigilantes whose names and faces I don't know." Then she ducks out of the doorway. 
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5726/Amazon and an Asgardian walk into a bar...

2018-11-06T04:42:26Z

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|Location=Metropolis - A Pool Hall.
|Synopsis=Helena hires Grace as a Personal Bodyguard, and interest is taken.
|Cast of Characters=7101, 994
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' It's not a seedy dive, but it's also not some high class place. More middile of the road if anything. The place? It's called the Q simply because it's both a bar, and pool hall. It's got some 80's rock playing on the jukebox, and the sounds of billiard balls hitting one another can be heard. Major Helena Shepard, or Battleborn if you follow the happenings of public heroes, which she is deffinately one, is sitting at the bar with a half drank mug of beer in front of her and an open pack of cigarettes on the bar, though she currently doesnt have one lit. She did put out an add for a Bodybuard, not that she needs one, but she did say that trainning time was also required, and no men need apply, because someone like Helena, is NOT going to be guarded by the softer gender. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi makes her way into the bar, a familiar haunt for her. She recognizes Helena, both from the news and from the ad. She hadn't come here with any intent, just a crossing of paths, but has to admit that she could use a little extra cash in the old account. The last bar she worked at may have burned down under questionable circumstances when Grace threw out a pyrokinetic drunk. Grace didn't burn, but the place did, awfully well. Grace makes her way up to the bar and raps on the wood top, "Whiskey, neat, three fingers," she says. "Ice it and I'll break your hand," she says, although the tone is teasing.. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' "All ice does is get in the way, and takes the sting out of it." Helena says as she turns her head to Reguard Grace, an apprasing eye as well as an approving one. "Haven't seen you around before, I'd remember a pretty face on top of a sculpled master peice like that." She says as she downs the rest of her beer, guiness by the looks of it, and another mug is brought her way. "Names Helena." She says with a smile, at the moment her long black coat is off, revealing her undershit and the muscles and curved underneath, though, there is also tattoos, nordic from the looks of them, down her arms and along her neck. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi has her own tattoos, Amazon of a particular tribe, running down her shoulders and the length of her formidable arms. She wears a wifebeater and a pair of cargo pants, her leather jacket draped over a stool as she settles in. She looms and draws a few eyes, massive as she is, her golden skin almost glowing under the lights of the bar. "I'm familiar," she says. "Grace. I hear you're looking to hire some muscle, although you look like you've got plenty to me." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' "Why thankyou, I'm in the Gym every morning." Helena says with a smile. "It's for appearence, besides, people are already walking into a negative when they see a six and a half foot tall woman, imagine adding seven more feet of pure feminine muscle to that.' She says with a wink. "That and you'd probably make a wonderful sparring partner." She says as she flicks out her lighter. "You mind if I smoke?" She says, her particular genetics makes it to she heals from the effects of smoking, and drinking, Asgardians and their vices. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi shakes her head, "Nah, you do you. I might even bum one later. Not many places let you smoke indoors these days," she says. Her own Amazonian metabolism has similar benefits. "Yeah, I ain't much good for jobs where you wanna blend in. People tend to notice me. But they also figure pretty quick not to mess. That's what people in the bodyguardin' business call a deterrent," she grins. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Lighting that cigarette, a menthol by the aroma, she exhales and looks up at the ceiling. "Detterents are usefull, unless you wanna pick a fight, then it's just no fun." Helena says as she looks back at Grace with a smile. "Besides, I'm not the kind of person to 'blend in' to anything. If you want the job, I don;t need a demonstration to know you're capable." She says as she extends her hand, in more of a clasping motion than a shaking one. "Six figures sound about right?" 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi takes the hand and gives it a firm squeeze of her own in return. Not showing off, but she figures she wants to get a taste of what she's paying for. "Sounds good to me. And I get it, sometimes picking a fight is half the fun. On the other hand, if someone ain't up to giving me a fucking workout, maybe I'd rather they just not waste my time. Most of the folks I end up fighting, it ain't exactly sporting." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles. "Well, I figure you can punch through steel, same as me." She says as she lets the hand go, but also let's it hang off the bar. "And don't get me started on what I could do with a kick." Marching and all that, she has to have the lower parts of her clothes custom made. "But yeah, I am usual up at six Am and in the gym, or the times when I have to go on duty for the corps, that's usualy when the real fun starts." She says with a wink, last time it was zombies, before that it was robots, and even before that a mechanical bull, though, she did that one on her own time. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi grins, "More power to ya. I could never take people telling me when to wake up, how to make my bed, all that shit. Don't get me wrong, I work for ya, I'll take my orders - mostly, long as you don't ask me to do nothin' sick. But I don't figure you want a hired killer," she said. "I don't really need to work out much. Benefit of good genes. But I still do it now and again, just for the looks on the faces of the muscleheads." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles and finishes her smoke and puts it out. "Well, I'm only half asguardian, so I do have to work out, still much stronger than a normal human, but that also means that pumping alot of iron is how i keep my mack truck like strength." She says. "And I can kill on my own, but only those who deserve it." She says as she finishes her mug of beer. "Nope, just look tough and back me up in a fight, maybe a kiss or two." She says with a very playful wink. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi grins, "Didn't realize it was that sort of arrangement," she says. "I don't mind a bit of flirtin', long as it's not tied to the job. I've been a whore before in my life. I didn't care for it. And the people who pimped me got broken hard," she says, with a taste of steel on her tongue. But then she smiles, "But I don't imagine we'll have that problem." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard shakes her head. "I pay you to look mean and bust heads. The kisses are your choice if you want them or not." She says with a smile. Leaning forward, though she still has to look slightly up at Grace, but now she knows what normal people might feel like when they have to look up at her, they might be annoyed, but Helena is almost in awe. 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi grins and looks down, "Well, then, on a strictly choice basis, I'd say you might find me interested," she says, taking her drink and downing it in a single gulp. "You pass out a lot of kisses to first time hires or you givin' me the special treatment?" 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard chuckles as she leans up and kisses Grace on the corner of the mouth. "Deffinately special treatment." She says with a wink, and she doesn't move away, prefering to see how comfortable Grace is. "Most people don't interest me much, so when someone does have my interest, the rare time that happens, I tend to go with my gut instinct, like I did just now." 

:'''{{#var:994|Grace Choi (994)}} has posed:''' Grace Choi permits the kiss, that corner of her mouth turning up as she lets her space be invaded. Grace isn't exactly the shy or reserved type, so she just casually cups a hand at the small of Helena's back and encourages her to stay. "You don't know me yet. I might be boring as fuck." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena smiles and easily slides sideays into Grace's lap, her arms slipping around the taller woman's shoulders as she looks into her eyes. "I doubt that, and I'm sure getting to know you will be about as fun." She says with a smile. 
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5712/When Two Are Better Than One

2018-11-04T23:33:51Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/11/04
|Location=Manhattan
|Synopsis=Black Cat comes Across a Duplicate?
|Cast of Characters=40, 197
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:'''     It's a chilly dreary night in Manhattan, snow has fallen across the entire island already and there's a beautiful, eerie kind of silence across the city. Like the whole world has gone quiet in order to listen better.     Despite the intimate sounds of snow, Black Cat has donned her costume once again and is out in Roxxon's R&D section of their head quarters and she's looking specifically for a special prototype fabric and polymers. She's purchased some information that told her and her team that Roxxon is formulating some new bullet proof materials that the thief could absolutely use to help her in her 'masked work'.     Felicia has made her way into the building and is working her way through the facility to find the terminal she was told would have access to the chemical data she needs. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' A drug that dampens mutant powers? Not on her watch! Mystique has slipped into the building with little more than a whisper, and spotting black cat she smiles. "Well, I think a change of outfit is in order." She says as she saunters down the hall, as a Mirror image of Felicia, walking up to the door with the terminal and turning her head to look at the other Black Cat. "Hello good lookin'" She says as she swipes a card she took of a knocked out guard and the door opens. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:'''     Felicia's eyes widen drastically behind her domino mask and she quickly reaches out to simply turn off the monitor of the computer she was working at as she straightens her back while looking at ... herself.     "Oh. Shit." Felicia says simply, looking at her doppleganger with curiosity and a hint of approval. Without warning, Felicia asks, "Did I get cloned?" 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Mystique smiles and tuens to run a hand over Felicia's Cheek. "If you were than the Doctor who did has very good taste, but now, Not a clone." But she doesn;t elaborate on 'what' she is, instead she gives a sly wink and saunters into the laboratory and has a look around, before picking up a few vials (carfully) and droping them into an incinorator. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:'''     Felicia looks down at her own cheek with a curious eye before she follows Raven into the lab and raises her white eyebrow, "I guess that's comforting to hear, but if you're not a clone... then you must be a twin that... my family never mentioned before." Felicia says, crossing her arms and tapping at her chin with one finger before she bites onto the end and keeps thinking about the situation. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' "Nope, not a twin either." Mystique says with a smile as she turns and finishes her work, by deleting the files on one computer and tossing a magnet into the other. "Though, if the Cat is curious." She says as she steps over to Felicia, very close, and placing a kiss on Felicia's bottom lip. "Maybe you should follow me?" She says with yet, another wink as she moves off to get out of the building before the alarm goes off. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:'''     "Let... let me finish my work here first." Felicia says turning away after the kiss with her hand gently tugging at her lip, trying to figure out the emotions coursing through her. What is she supposed to do in this situation. What did Peter, or anyone else do in this instance? She can't stop thinking about that kiss either.     Felicia turns the moniter back on and with quick fingers, she has the data she was looking for with copies on a flash drive she stores in the furs on her suit. That will appease Luke. She hopes, but now she has to catch up with the Black Copy Cat. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Pulling up into an alley that she is sure the black cat will happen upan, Mystique looks to have aquired a black convetable, an expensive convertable by the looks of it. "Need a lift?" She says, still in the guise of Black Cat as she pats the passenger seat. "I have a place where we can lay low while the Five-Oh try and figure out why the alarm went off." She says with a wink, and once Felicia is in the car, she peels out and shows off some serious driving skill. 
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5659/Throwback Evolution Party

2018-10-27T10:49:33Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/10/27 |Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town) |Synopsis=Party at Club Evolution, Mystique talks with ash about Mutant Rights. |Cast o..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/27
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=Party at Club Evolution, Mystique talks with ash about Mutant Rights.
|Cast of Characters=197, 1009, 296
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Club Evolution, probably the most inclusive place in the tri-state area, aside from jail, is currently having a very late night Throw Back party. The theme? the Ninties! Only musice from 1990 to 1999 is being played, which at the moment is https://youtu.be/nuLsxo20Rmo (Dragula by Rob Zombie) People dancing and generaly having a fun time while wearing band t-shirts, and JNCO huge pants. One person at the bar is absolutely enjoing the Party, though taking a breather. Wearing a long black velvet trenchcoat with a pair of black cargo pants tucked into a pair of doc martins, a t-shirt under the coat that reads. "Hello, my name is Dangerous." This Purple haired gothic/punk chick stands at six feet tall with a generoud feminine figure, and six peircings in each ear and a stud in her nose. She also wears enough clinky jewlery, mostly silver chains, that they look like they add at least five pounds to her. 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     Ash Williams arrives at the club with no idea that there's a nineties party on, but it still feels somewhat alien to him when he staggers in. Well fuck. He was just looking for a drink after a long drive, but since there's a party going on, he's more than capable of making bad decisions with the rest of them. His mechanical hand sweeps through his hair as he looks around the bar-party, and he definitely spots the trenchcoated partygoer, who looks like she might be an entertaining mistake.     So leads the Chosen One to cut a path towards the bar, fetching a double of bourbon before making his way to the tall but curvy creature. "Feels like I've got back in time again. Hah. What brings a beautiful gal like yourself out to a place like this?" 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The purple haired woman takes a sip of her beer, she also has a lit cigarette in her other hand and gives Ash a once over. "So... how'd you lose the hand?" She asks bluntly. "Stick it where it doesn;t belong?" She adds with a smirk, wondering though, how many times he has heard that particular joke before. The Purpled haired goth/punk lady does keep a seperate eye on the crowd though, almost a protective look. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:'''     Kitty's taking the opportunity to wear sunglasses inside; large buggy wayfarers with bright pink frames sitting ridiculous and silly over her dainty nose and comparatively small face. Her hair is pulled into a side ponytail with a scrunchie, and she has a very 'Britney Spears'-style vinyl tubetop on underneath what is the flashiest, most obnoxiously patterned windbreaker anyone's ever laid eyes on; worn open. Her pants are, of course, low waist denim jeans with rips in the knees. White platform sneakers finish off the throwback outfit, and this being a mutant-friendly club, Kitty phases in through the wall instead of using the door, like a normal person.     A few moments later and she can be found arguing with the bartender. "Uhm, who CARES? Like, I left my I.D. at home okay?" Her face scrunches up, indignant. She points the bartender to the wall painted with the murals of the X-Men, indicating a portrait of a similar looking brunette. "That's me. I'm on the wall! I should be able to get a /drink/ for christ's sake, if you're going to use me to decorate the place!" She slaps her palms against the bartop, and whines a little. "Shadowcat? Hello? Come on!" 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     "That's my tragic backstory. See, some people like to make up stories about this'n'that to explain injuries. I wrestled a lion, or I saved a kid from a runaway train. Me? I decided that I was gonna stick my foot so far into the keister of Evil, and so Evil decided to make sure I was gonna do it single-handedly." The play on words hopefully not lost. Ash lifts his metal hand, the gauntlet both archaic and yet wired, holding his drink. "Made this thing a while back 'cos sometimes my left hand gets an itch." The rather uppity X-Person catches his glance a moment later, and Ash seems a little disappointed. "'Course, there's enough people out there trying to save the world. Figure I should get into something less crowded, like retail. What's your story, then?" 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Her story, goodness, what should she say? I incite riots for pro mutant causes? I assassinate people? I'm over one hundred years old and sick of everyone's shit? So much to say. "Once upan a time, I'm a snarky bitch, the end." She says simply as she looks to the upset and now leaving x-man. "Ugh..." She says in a slight bit of disgust at the younger mutants outburst. 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     "Not a fan, huh?" Ash chuckles, "What's it that ain't grabbing you about them? Is it the mutant thing? 'Cos we're living in an age where that's just people. Or the saving the world stuff? Or maybe just the costumes." A shake of his head, "Nah. I'm too old to give a damn about whether the world knows half of the crap I've done for it. Doesn't mean I'm not proud of it though." A chuckle. "You /are/ a mystery gal, aren'tcha? Name's Ash Williams. Does a snarky bitch have a name?" 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' "I AM a mutant, thankyou very much! I just don't like uppity people, making a scene like that." She says and looks to Ash. "Sinthya, you can call me Syn." She says simply as she takes another drag from her cigarette. "So, a human who doesn't hate mutants, in my experience, that's a rarity, maybe we should put you behind glass." 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     "Mutant? You just look tall to me. Not saying that's a problem." Ash chuckles to himself again, "Syn. Neat name. And nah, it's not uncommon. Lotta people don't understand, that's what gives them the fear. Or they get it and it makes them feel weak, and that's the anger. See, I've been around a long time. Made some mistakes. See, my home town used to think I was a serial killer, and that's all they saw when they looked at me. Used to yell, throw crap. And boy-oh-boy did that make me act like a total jackass. Didn't stop me from doing the right thing, but I made sure they knew I wasn't doin' it for them." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' smiles as she looks around, most of the peolle arent paying attention, so she shifts, back into her blue form for just a second, before changing back into the purple haired gothic chick form. She rarely does this, but Ash strikes her as someone who isn;t a snitch, and also, if he DOES fight demons and monsters and all sorts of other things, a changling is the last of his worries. "I know all about that, I've been around for the worst of it... well, worst so far." She says, also she tabs her left ring finger. "And while your being sweet, I'm taken." 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     Ash observes the change, and although his suprise seems mild, he does point out. "See, I've seen that kind of thing a bunch of times. It's normally a deadite though, and they generally follow it by tryin' to rip my face off." He downs the rest of his drink while he considers her sentence though, and the ring is taken in stride. "You'd be suprised. Couple of hundred years ago a bunch of villagers sentenced me to death just because I wasn't dressed like 'em. You married? Probably for the best. Can't think of a girl I've banged who lived much longer afterwards. Evil follows me kind of like a bad smell." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' "A bad smell eh? I've always wondered what evil smells like? Though it's deceptive so it could smell like a bar of irish spring, though if it was pure rage and destruction.. maybe napalm?" Syn says with a smirk. "It is for the best, getting mixed up with me is the quickest way to trouble, and not demons and zombie trouble either, I'm talking about government trouble, and you don;t need that Mr. Williams." 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     "Couldn't tell you, but it follows me all the same. Sometimes it smells kinda like death." Ash is wearing a smile as well, following his sentence with another warming mouthful of bourbon, "Hey, you think I haven't had my share of government trouble? Weird guy who leaves a trail of bodies behind him? Funny thing about evil though, it's not selective like that. You throw my butt in a cell, and the demon carves a bloody path to me, I cram it's head into it's ass and walk on out." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Decides to have abit of fun and changes, Looking like an exact copy of Ash. "Well, if you pay me well enough, I could get you out, I'm a pro at jail breaks." She, or now is it he, says, even has the metal arm. "This power I have is wonderful, I could be anyone. That hobo on the corner, the waiter at dinner, you." 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     Ash looks at himself, and his gaze hardens a bit. "Wouldn't go wearing my skin there honey. See, one of those evil things out there wears my skin too, and he's eaten a face full of boomstick a dozen times. And don't get me wrong, you've got a neat power going on, but don't matter who you are, a face-full of 12-gauge always hurts." And with that, his alcohol is drained. "It's neat though. Wish I could do that - And couldn't tell ya I'd use it responsibly." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Syn-ash smiles. "Well does he have one of thease puppies right here?" He says as he taps the metal hand. "If not then I think you could tell the difference, if so... then.." And the metal hand turns to gold. "And trust me, I cause alot of chaos with this power." 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:'''     "I tell others to check for the hand. But for me? I see this handsome face anywhere that's not a mirror, and I kill the son of a bitch wearing it." Ash pauses. "Actually sometimes the mirror too, since apparently there's one of me in there that's pissed off too." Another healthy chuckle, "Hell, couldn't blame you for doing that. But you could also do a hell of a lot of good stuff too. Important good stuff. Not like, little old lady good stuff. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Syn blinks and changes into Betty White. "But I like doing old lady stuff." She says as she now looks up at Ash. "Besides, I do good, I help fight for mutant kind, against supression and fear. You know there are alot of mutant children out there who go to sleep scared, who are afraid to leave their house because of the fact that humans have no qualms about killing a mutant, even a child?" 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:''' "Some humans." Ash offers the correction without hesitation. "But you can't throw out the whole barrel 'cos a few apples got spots on 'em. I get that people can be garbage but at the end of the day, people're just doing what they think is right." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Syn changes back into her purple haired goth form and frowns. "Then they will need to learn what is right, and sometimes, the hard way is the only way." She says as she pays for her drinks, as well as buys Ash three more rounds, before waving. "I'll see you around, debatable if you will ever see me again though." She says as she heads out of the club. 

:'''{{#var:1009|Ash Williams (1009)}} has posed:''' "Who knows. Maybe I'll figure out a way through that neat trick of yours. Later Syn." Ash seems to have some drinks waiting for him. And new, exciting mistakes! 
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5634/The Third Night

2018-10-24T02:08:23Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/10/23 |Location=Gotham - Haunted Manor |Synopsis=Tim and Carrie visit a Haunted Manor and come across Mellie. |Cast of Characters=7173, 54, 17..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/10/23
|Location=Gotham - Haunted Manor
|Synopsis=Tim and Carrie visit a Haunted Manor and come across Mellie.
|Cast of Characters=7173, 54, 1747
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The snap and hiss of his camera almost makes the other two investigators jump. Eric has never seen a ghost and neither have Sally or Trevor. The three have arrived tonight to spend three nights in this manor, rumored to be haunted. It was the site of several strange deaths over the decades and was abandoned by the original owners after their daughter mysteriously died in a psychiatric hospital of unknown causes. The night starts out calm enough but the sound of someone running up and down the stairs startles them a bit. Next came the knocking, the things being thrown down the stairs, pictures being knocked off the wall, and then there was the banging.. the loud banging at 3 AM. Most of this was caught on camera and the three got little sleep that night. The second night was more of the same but this time there was a voice.. a female voice warning the three to leave. It was a distorted voice, mostly screaming. After that the voice became less coherant, mostly nonsense, at least in their ears it was. The poltergeist activity got very violent towards the end of the night, a male voice being heard briefly, very gutteral, hostile. The windows all shattered at the same time at 4:59 AM and then.. nothing. This is the third night and everyone is terrified. Eric insisted that everyone stay this final night, stating that no one has been hurt yet, and claiming that it is proof that spirits cannot harm the living. He cannot be more wrong. Had they only left like the female voice told them to, they would have been okay, they would not have died. But Mellie can only try to warn them, scream, stomp, try to scare them off. But she doesn't understand that their fear only feeds the dark spirit which has haunted her for so long.. even when she was alive. This is where it all starts. There are no lights, no power in the manor. Nature has long started to take over the building. Eric's camera snap-hisses on once more and tonight's story begins. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Wearing a black hoodie, black t-shirt and cargopants with a good set of sneakers, Tim walks up to the gate of the manor. "So this is the haunted place...." he says as he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a go-pro, placing that on his chest, he also gets out a portable Camera as he turns that on and does his intro... the things he does for views, well, it helps the children, so that's all that matters. "Hello everyone, my name is Timiplier, and today, I'm going to go and check out this haunted manor, I mean, if Wayne manor isn't haunted, then how haunted can some old house be? but we will find out soon enough." he speaks in a much more quieted voice, probably to help whoever is watching this later get the feel of it being spooky. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "You are a giant nerd," comes a voice from behind Tim as Carrie comes up with a shake of her head. She was here for similar reasons of course; to investigate the oddities going on in this place as it had begun to gain more notoriety in the rumor mill. Her hair was held back with a few barrettes, and she holds a Sony HD mini-cam in hand herself. Far better for recording than a GoPro. Her own attire was casual, and durable, especially to keep away the chill air. Jeans, a pair of beat up steel toed work boots, and a long sleeved checkered flannel in shades of green and white. "Funny running into you here though." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The night's silence inside the manor is broken as Sally, who has fallen asleep upstairs, wakes up to a female voice screaming in her ear. She wakes with a jolt! She is shaking now, terrified like last night. The woman quickly runs through the manor, trying to ignore the banging on the walls that follows her to her left. When she sees Eric she panics, "I want to get out of here.. let's leave NOW! I can't take this anymore.. I can't take it please!" She is sobbing, absolutely on the verge of a mental breakdown. Eric tries to calm her but it's to no avail. Trevor is alone downstairs in the basement which is unfortunate for him. The demon happens to be after him first, newly empowered by their fear, and it has been waiting for the perfect moment to strike, "Too bad we can't get into that attic. Guess this will have to do." His laptop monitor is flickering now, "What the hell? Again?" It shuts off entirely and refuses to turn back on. Trever cannot see a thing as he is ripped out of his chair and is repeatedly slammed against the very tough brick wall until it shatters. Trevor's bloody corpse is thrown inside and the rest of the wall collapses, not enough to bring down the floor above, but enough to bury Trevor inside. Then there is stomping coming from the basement stairs. Sally and Eric are of course unaware of their friend's death but are now going looking for him, "Sally we are leaving.. I swear but we can't leave without Trevor. He and I can come back tomorrow night and-" Sally interrupts him, "NO! You are NOT coming back here! You'll die.. Mellie said.." Mellie stands in the center of what was once the foyer area near the entrance, unseen by mortal eyes, unmanifested. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "That's King Giant Nerd, thankyou very much!" Tim says as he pans his vlog Camera over. "Look everyone Carrie is here! Isn't she lovely?" He says before turning the camera back on himself. "So, why don't we go in and have a look around? And hopefully, we will see if this house is truly haunted." He stops and rubs the back of his neck. "Did it just get cold?" he asks Carrie before being the person he is and walking up the long walk towards the front door. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley gives a wave to the camera along with a little coy cant to her head as she bats her eyes melodramatically. Sure she could look good for the video feed, but she just looks a bit like a cute goof in this instance. "I don't think anyone would recognize me. I haven't done a vlog in ages," she points out with a small shrug brushing it off. It WAS odd running into him here, but she wasn't going to question it too much. The chill does send a shiver down her back. "Yeah a bit. You're not just trying to spook me are you?" With a sigh she jogs after him to head into the house. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The pair would be greeted by the sounds of a man screaming and the sound of a body being flung across the room, then a series of loud thumps.. and a wet crunching sound. The horrified sobbing of a woman can then be heard to your left.. coming from inside a closed room. Sally is huddled in a corner.. "Mellie.. Mellie.. he did this to you.. he did this to you.. he did this to you.." Over.. and over.. and over.. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim watches as a man is tossed across the room, and blinks a few times. "Um.. carrie..." he says as he stands in front of her, kind of protecting her, though, he doesnt look like he wants to go in further, it's not fear, reguardless of how he is acting, it's hesitation. His mind trying to rapidly explain what's going on. "I think someone is in the side room, I also think this was a bad idea." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley had glanced down momentarily to check her camera battery. It was almost enough to spare her the sight of the man being flung forcibly into the wall with such a resounding thump, and crack, that it was impossible to believe he wasn't gravely injured. Unfortunately she looks up just in time to see it happen over Tim's shoulder. Her breath hitches in her throat and instinctively she reaches out to grasp the back of his shirt as someone might do when in a haunted house. The not actually haunted house variety. "I... I can see that." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' All at once all of the doors in the manor start to open and close and the screaming continues.. "GET OUT! GET OUT!" Over and over again from that same room. There is a dark presence in the manor now. Rapid footfalls escalate up the stairs and then.. walking upstairs can be heard. The wood creaks beneath the apparent weight. The sobbing can be heard again in the room on the left. Sally is still huddled in a corner, her mantra changed to, "They didn't listen.. they didn't listen.. now you're dead.. now you're dead.. now you're dead.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim looks around and lightly steps into the manor. "Carrie, let's try and get that woman out of here." he says as he moves towards the door. "Also, there is a butterfly knife in my pocket, and a tazer and mace can in my bag." he says because being a rich ward of an even richer man is cause to have things on you that would settle most problems. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley clears her throat lightly when Tim speaks again snapping her out of her momentary daze of shock. First things first: Get whoever was in there to safety. "Right," she agrees readily. Her camera is slung back over her shoulder with the strap she wore around her to ensure it doesn't fall, and she reaches into his back pocket to pull out the knife. "Let's go." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' Once inside the room you see... nothing. The room is empty and cold for a moment.. then not cold at all. There is nothing but dust and cobwebs inside and the sobbing is gone. Another scream however can be heard, this time coming from up stairs, it's not just a scream though, it is indeed a horrified, coughing plea for her life, "NO! NOOO! PLEASE N-" And then the scream is cut off.. followed by a loud thump and more footsteps. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim blinks as he looks up. "Oh no..." He says as he turns off his camera as well, and put's that and the go pro into his bag, and takes out the taser. "Carrie, that came from upstairs..." he says as he turns to look at her before turning and moving to go upstairs. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley feels her stomach clench at that soul wrenching cry. Even before Tim has whirled around to tell her the obvious she's started to move in that direction. Whatever hesitance she had at the sight of the man going down was forgotten now in light of the more pressing matter. "Come on, there must be someone in here going after them!" Yes, because right now she had enough to wrap her mind around besides the thought of 'this might not be human.' 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' You might see the broken body of Eric laying at the foot of the stairs. His face is perpetually trapped in an expression of terror, eyes wide open. Every bone in his body has been shattered and his clothes are soaked in blood. Various sections of the stairs are damaged, some of the damage looking older than others.. and yet some still looking quite ancient. The footsteps proceed still further down the upstairs hall. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley ignores the smell of blood that was obvious from the body on the ground. No, there was another. She'd heard a woman begging, pleaing for her life. The knife in hand is flicked out with a deft twist of her wrist as she bounds over poor Eric's corpse to take the stairs two at a time with a quicker than expected movement. "Hey! We're coming!" She cries out, partly meant to let the girl know help was on the way, partly to try and dissaude the attacker from trying again. Better she face the attacker than the terrified woman. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' You might also see the shattered camera lying midway up the stairs, no longer capable of functioning, the trio's experiences lost to the darkness. Upstairs the sobbing from earlier starts up again coming from the direction you heard the screams and the thump. The footsteps seem to have ceased for now.. outside thunder rumbles and lightning flashes as if nature has a sense of humor. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim looks to the camera as he follows carrie. "useless now." he says as he continues to follow the red haired woman towards the sounds of sobbing. "Only in Gotham..." He mumbles about the thunder and lightning. "So, we find the girl, and we get the heck out of here, this is like b movie slasher flick." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "I swear to god Tim if you jinx us and there's a slasher in here... Remember that the virgin always dies first," Carrie quips back not even monitoring what she was saying. It was easier to quip. Bad jokes. Right now that was the best way for her to focus on this and ignore the fact that there were two dead men downstairs. There was still a chance to save one person. The others could be thought about later once they were somewhere safe. "I will also go out the window if I have to. I'm sure you've got practice with that. I think she's in here," she finally says as she makes her way down the hall with knife held out in front of her menacingly. If only it were a sword. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' As you continue down the hall, the sobbing gets louder.. and louder.. until you see what looks like someone on the floor. The sobbing has stopped now and as you get close enough to see the dead body, the thunder and lightning decide to get REALLY loud and bright... Sally is dead and would be flat face down on the ground.. except that her head has been twisted all the way around so that she is looking up at you, face twisted in terror like Eric's. There is some scratching on the wall to your left, "Find the third.." Then below that, "Find him before he stays." Then another scream can be heard coming from below.. below the floor level. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Actualy the... never mind." Tim says as he moves to look into the room and his eyes go wide. "Oh god... Heads arent supposed to DO that.." he says as he looks to the wall. "Oh find the third... fffffff....." He says as he is starting to loose it, yeah he could see stuff like this on a nightly basis, and is half expecting one of their normal villians to pop out and starts a monologue, but this all doesn't seam right. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Uuuh." The wordless noise comes from Carrie as the sight is taken in. She whirls around with head falling forward, hair nearly covering her face as she clamps a hand over her mouth. Heads were most definitely NOT supposed to do that! And they'd heard her screaming just a minute ago! She wasn't still alive, was she? No she couldn't be... A gasping breath comes quick, and she swallows hard as her entire body begins to tremble. "...can't get sick... don't have time... don't get sick... C-come on..." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The sobbing continues from down below.. somewhere. Then the sound of a.. lot of objects being thrown clang and thud around, also coming from the direction of the sobbing. It doesn't last long, perhaps thirty seconds, then ceases. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim turns and places a hand on carries shoulder. "You gonna be okay. Let's go back down stairs and..." Then the clanging and banging is heard and Tim frowns. "Someone's here." He says as he runs out of the room, and instead of going down the stairs, he jumps from the banister and lands on the ground floor in a three point land. "Whoever's there... show yourself, I have a black belt in tae kwan do!" he says as he stands up... 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley gives a curt, quick nod when Tim puts his hand on her shoulder. There was no time for this. Her face sets with a stubborn clench of her jaw sa she stands up straight again. The third? Find the third? Whatever did that mean on the wall? Either way Tim takes off down the hall to leap over the balcony, and she's quick behind on his heels not wanting to be left alone up there. The way he takes the jump was noted for later recollection. For now she leaps, one hand springboarding down against the bannister, as she hops over too in one single motion. Landing on her feet behind Tim she spares a quick glance over her shoulder in case there were someone in the shadows there before turning back toward the sound. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' Once you are downstairs the sound of very heavy things can be heard falling down another set of stairs somewhere in the kitchen area. Then the sobbing starts up again coming from that same direction. The storm outside gets closer.. and thus gets brighter and louder. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks to Carrie3 and gives a nod, motioning for the kitchen door. "There is probably a staircase in ther,e thease old manor houses usualy have four or five sets going to multiple levels." he says as he walks towards the kichen door, and kicks the door open, and ducks in case some sharp object would come flying at him, tugging carrie down at the same time because he doesn't want her hurt either. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Right," Carrie says again in a much more determined way than before. That little run and jump got her blood pumping and adrenaline was a hell of a thing to ignore other emotions. When he grabs her to pull her down she ducks, crouching low, and flips the knife underhand in her grip so she can slash at legs if needed. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' There is nothing in the kitchen except for an open white door that leads down into the pitch black dark basement. The sobbing is coming from down there. A single brick can be seen resting at the top of the stairs just inside the door. It's almost inviting. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks and looks around the kitchen. Then looks to Carrie and how she holds the knife. "You'd make a pretty neat slayer you know that?" he says with a smile, before he moves across the kitchen and looks down at the brick, kicking it aside as he pulls a flashlight from his bag and points it down the stairs. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley rises from her crouch with a deep breath drawn as she regards the empty room. "You know I get the feeling we're walking into a trap and should just leave immediately. Don't you?" A look is flashed to Tim before she moves over to the stairway to join him with a sigh. "Let's make sure no one else is in danger." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' There is a loud scratching sound coming from the basement now, as if something is being carved into wood. The sobbing continues as you descend but the scratching stops. There are bricks everywhere as the flashlight begins to reveal the contents of the room. Rats scurry at your approach and the storm rages on outside. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake moves the flashlight to follow the spread of the bricks. "This was recent, like, in the last hour recent." he says as he continues to look. "The rats were probably on the other side of thease bricks." Tim says as he continues going downstairs. "Musty down here..." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley follows down cautiously as her hand fumbles at her side for the pen light she'd brought as well. It's flicked on and held up around shoulder height to help illuminate the room further. "Find the third? Downstairs? The wall upstairs said something like that. I just wonder..." A light cough is given as she shakes her head, the air being dusty from all the loosened bricks. Finding her voice again she calls out, "Hello? We heard you crying. Is anyone down here?" 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The sobbing has ceased by the time Carrie decides to call out. As you get to the bottom you see the body of Trevor crumpled up in a bloody mess in a whole in the wall on the other side of the room. The wall nearby bears the same scratching as upstairs, only this time it reads, "The Third." Below that, "Take them all before they stay." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Yep... ghosts... I'm going to call the GCPD.. we better get away now." Tim says as he gets his phone out of his pocket. his other hand taking's carries hand as he goes back upstairs, and out the backdoor, because forget this, this house, and this night, only he didnt say 'forget'. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Wait," Carrie states, "Before they stay. I think... I think they need to be taken out so that they don't... uh... Shit. End up ghosts here themselves?" Even so she lets Tim drag her out. The GCPD sounded like a GREAT idea right about now. 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' Mellie appears at the top of the stairs before you get there. She is obviously a ghost, made of all white energy. You can discern a long dress on her, however her entire form is pure white and you cannot make out the color of her eyes, skin, hair, anything. Mellie isn't looking at either of you, instead looking past you somewhere, "Get out.. it's not safe.. GET OUT!" She looks terrified, absolutely horrified, "He'll be back.. he always comes back." She turns around and looks into the kitchen, "Soup again? I would rather have cake.. sugar rots your teeth.. it rots your teeth.. it rots.. rots.." She starts walking towards a counter top and seems to vanish. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' 'Gah.. who.. are.. soup?... FUCK!" He says as the girl vanishes and he grips Carries hand tighter and is out the door. "No.. nonononononononono. I just wanted fotage to make a video.. I didnt know the place was actualy haunted...." he says as once he is outside he tries to catch his breath and calm himself, still holding carrie's hand, because he just saw somthing his purely anylitical mind can't beleive, but his eyes are sure they saw. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley squeezes Tim's hand herself when Mellie appears. The ghostly figure gets stared at, and then she's yanked out into the yard along with Tim. There's no attempt at halting him at this point. When a dead woman says get out, you get the heck out. They stand there hands linked together as she just stares back at the house starting to shake a bit from a mixture of the cold night air and the adrenaline wearing off. "The hell... I just... ugh. I figured it was some pranksters or... Nothing like this. I mean I kind of figured ghosts existed, there's so many stories in theaters, but... Not like this." 

:'''{{#var:7173|Mellie (7173)}} has posed:''' The storm is the only sound near the house now. There's no screaming, thumping, crashing, or sobbing eminating from the manor at this point. From out there it's as if the place is simply old, abandoned, and alone. But should you look up at one particular upstairs window, a black figure can be seen vaguely staring out at you momentarily with glowing red eyes. But after the next lightning flash the figure is gone, a crash of thunder loud enough to hurt someone's ears following. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks as he looks up at that dark figure in the window. "My car is parked near here... um.. yeah." he says as he moves off towards his car, still having a hold on carrie's hand as he get's to said car and opens the door for her, at least it's not raining inside the car, before getting int othe driver's seat, his head back against the headrest. "Damnit...." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' "Screw public transit," Carrie agrees as she had seen that figure, too. It earned another shiver from her as her mind starts to go dark places. No. Nope. This wasn't a horror movie. Nope. Just a horrible night. Without complaint she gets into Tim's car, and tucks her feet up on the seat to hug her arms around her knees while just staring straight ahead. Finally she says, quietly, "I don't think the police are going to be much help with this." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim looks at her. "They just need to get the bodies out, the ghost or whatever they were can have the house, I'm surpised someone hasent bought the house and demolished it yet." Tim would, but he doesnt want to be haunted. Letting out a sigh he looks at Carrie. "Wanna get a coffee? Preferable in a well lit busy part of town?" 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley risks a glance back at the house, feeling her stomach flip again. That was worse than when she was caught by ninjas. She could at least fight back against that! How do you fight a ghost? Tim's suggestion draws her back to reality along with a firm, affirmative nod. "Yes. Very well lit. And people. Lots." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake starts the car and drives towards downtown. "Hey... about the first night we met... sorry if I came off like an ass... I ah... was dealing with stuff and didnt mean to act like that, totaly my fault and all." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Carrie Kelley nods slowly at this though she takes a deep breath. "I figured something was going on. I mean you were sneaking out of a window after all," she offers with a wry, lopsided smile as she glances his way. Now that they were moving she unfolds herself from her position to pull the seatbelt on rather than risk being a pancake. "A lot's happened since then anyway." Like tonight. 
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Red Robin

2018-10-22T09:01:40Z

Zephyr:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Tim Drake
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=54
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/ybzbt3zh
|FullName=Timothy Jackson "Tim" Drake-Wayne
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Wayne Manor, Crest Hill, Bristol Township
|Education=Gotham U
|Groups=[[Titans]], [[Batman Family]]
|Quote="Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them."
|PAge=19
|AAge=19
|DOB=19 July 2007
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=57 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Mark Fischbach
|Profile=Tim Drake was the third Robin, having deduced the real identity of both Nightwing, and Batman, he confronted Bruce Wayne and proved that Batman needs a Robin. For several years he fought along side Batman. After his father was killed by Captain Boomerang the third Boy Wonder's demeanor became darker and more brooding, and with the arrival of Damian Wayne it was time to move on. And thus Red Robin was born!
|Quote="Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them."
|Description= Neither imposing, nor modest, this young man stands about 178 cm tall, and weighs approximately 57 kg. He has a balanced athletic physique, affording him both great power, and flexibility. Although still in high school, he has the confidence and bearing of a college student. His striking blue eyes regard the world around him with a curiosity and understanding that belies his years. There's fire and passion in those eyes. His black hair is worn slightly long, in a casually tussled way that looks to be natural, but often takes ages to get just right. It's hard to say which one is true with this young man. He might just have a little bit more growing to do, but regardless, he is in excellent condition. At first glance, his muscles appear to be lean and efficient, but there's more power to them than that. It's amazing what you can do with the right diet and training regimen. As Tim Drake, he wears stylish, but preppy attire. In the winter, he might be seen wearing a sleeveless jumper over a dress shirt and jeans. In the summer, he might wear a blue and white horizontally striped shirt and beige cargo shorts. But whatever the season, his outfits are always coordinated, look great on him, and are usually name brands. As Red Robin he wears black, red and gold, a black cowl covering his head with a X of utility belts across his chest ending in a stylized bird symbol. Another utility belt encircles his waist giving the vigilante plenty of tools to do his job and stay on mission.
|History=Born June 19th 2007 to Jack and Janet Drake, Tim was raised with a family who had their own company, a software company, as well as money to give Tim an easy childhood, well, to most. While his childhood wasn't a bad one, his parents didn't pay as much attention to him, leaving the boy to turn to the newest and quickly rising thing... The internet. Tim, from a very young age, was constantly around computers, and took to them like a duck in water, he learned how to navigate multiple operating systems, as well as how to code, hack and pretty much alter anything he could as long as it was computer based. As a teenager, the internet was his 'Gotham' and he was a white hat hacker and did what he could for the good of the people. Another thing Tim had was a very analytical mind, and a genius level intellect. He proved this when he figured out that Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. How he figured out the identity of the dynamic duo was pretty surreal. He saw the final performance of the Flying Graysons, saying that night was one of the great tragedies of the world. It was years later when he saw Robin do the same moves that a younger Dick Grayson was able to do, and this lead him to dig deeper, and eventually, he was able to make said deduction. Batman and Robin were his idols as a child, to the point that he usually dressed as The Batman as a child for Halloween. Though as he continued to watch the exploits of the dynamic duo, he continued to rightly deduce that the first Robin became Nightwing, and that the second Robin vanished, which caused much more aggressive actions out of Batman, who was already pretty darn aggressive. So after getting the go ahead from Dick to try and approach Bruce about wanting to become the next Robin, he did so, and much to his shock, wasn't told no, he was just put through the hardest testing and training one could imagine. Though, while training, he was not allowed to fight crime, not until Alfred gave him the old Robin costume to help Batman, which further proved his worth to the Dark Knight. Thus he was allowed to go on patrol with Batman, even though his training took precedence. He spent the school years training after class, and his summers he was sent abroad, Bruce telling his parents that it was for 'his education'. This lead him to be trained by some of the greatest martial artists and combatants in the world, most notably, Lady Shiva, who gifted him with his signature collapsible bo staff. Though she was upset that he wouldn't kill, still, his skill was impressive. Returning to Gotham, Tim took his role as Robin with a tenacious purpose, he and Batman were able to use their collective skillset to fight crime as only the Dynamic duo can. During this time Tim also joined the Titans and used the skills he learned from that team on how to fight villains who were a lot higher than just 'street level'. Eventually, the appearance of Damian Wayne brought Tim to the choice to give up the Robin mantle, and he took up the Red Robin mantle, still working closely with Batman, but as much more than a sidekick. Working with the rest of the Batman Family, he was a wonderful recon and infiltrator specialist, both physically, as well as on the internet. During this time though, Captain Boomerang killed his father, who has until this point figured out that Tim was Robin/Red Robin, and tried everything he could to stop his son from leading a reckless life. With the death of both his parents now, his mother's death happening a while ago, he became a ward of the Wayne estate, even though he is an adult, still, the gesture meant a lot. Tim left to finish his training after the loss of his parents, and toured the world, in this capacity, he was able to stop Russian smugglers and hackers, as well as completely foil a plan by the League of Assassins, this deed in itself had proven to himself that he not only was the hero he always wanted to be, but opened his eyes to just how good at it he was, when Ra's al Ghul referred to him as 'Detective..
|Personality=Red Robin is not an old man by any stretch of the imagination, but he has already gone through a series of changes in his young life. He was always driven. Even as a child, he was serious. That comes, part and parcel, with his incredible intellect, and that seriousness has only intensified with age and experience. But, unlike his mentor, he's always been able to make friends. Batman has associates, while Red Robin has friends. There is difference. And it all comes down to his wit. Red Robin has a sense of humour. He quips. He uses turn of phrases. He can yap with the best of them. As a superhero, a mouth can be as effective as any other weapon. It can unnerve and distract your opponents. As a civilian, it can set people at ease and help to integrate one's self within a group. And he's a geek. He likes science fiction, role-playing games. He is a nerd. But that too can help with his creativity. Red Robin is a detective, perhaps even better than Batman. The jury's still out on that. But he is keenly observant and very good at deductive reasoning. He lacks the experience of his mentor, but that will come in time. He was able to learn Batman's true identity using nothing but thoughtful contemplation and a bit of determination. Red Robin is unusually introspective. He knows his strengths and his weaknesses. He's able to admit when he's wrong. He will accept it, deal with it, and move on. He's working on some things, others, he may never get better at. And he's fine with that. He just wants to be the best Red Robin that he can be. He doesn't have to worry about the ones who came before, or who might come after. He can only be himself. He is cautious and careful. He will protect his identity, no matter the cost, because in protecting his identity, he is protecting those he cares about. When faced with a challenge such as a gang of bullies at school, there's not much he can do so long as there are witnesses to worry about. He's taken his lumps. But when that changes, when he can defend himself without worrying about risking his identity, he will do so. It's all about the situation. There is a time for restraint, and a time to let loose. Even when he does let go, it is always under highly controlled terms. That's just his way.
|Skills='''ACADEMICS''' Tim is no slouch when it comes to the more scholarly studies. To the point that he is entering his second year at Gotham U, and is already on a path to graduate in may with a four year degree. Science, history, advanced math, literature, and even theological studies are all par for the course for Tim. '''COMBAT''' Tae Kwan Do, Savate, Krav Maga, Judo, Ninjitsu, Shaolin Kungfu, Multiple styles of staff fighting and a skill with thrown weapons. Tim until recently didn't know how good we was at combat, easily within the top 25 skilled martial artists in the world. '''COMPUTERS''' A genius hacker on the level of someone who could break into high security systems and pull out what they need, Tim is none the less a White hat hacker, refusing to do anything that would be considered 'black hat'. His personal computer has a program written by himself using a modified version of his father's Drake OS, with a lot of dummy code written into it for someone to sift through just to figure out what he is doing, as well as his fail safes and back door programs to get into some of the most state of the art facilities in Gotham. '''DETECTIVE''' Tim is a genius when it comes to detective work, having been learning and fine tuning his investigative ability since he was a young child. Not only was he able to figure out batman and Nightwing's identity, but he has, from his computer, been able to feed enough information to GCPD to help them solve a lot of problems. This includes his skill at intimidation as well as interrogation. This has lead him to be known in certain circles as just as good as Batman when it comes to investigation. This also helps in tracking people down, electronically, or on foot. '''DRIVING''' Tim is a skilled driver, on par with a stunt driver and has been taught to drive almost any land vehicle, including a motorcycle, and can pilot aircraft, from a simple crop duster, to a commercial airplane, and anything in between. '''FIRST AID''' Being a normal Human, and having partners who are normal humans does require a bit of knowledge on how to get them patched up. Tim knows first aid at an EMT level and has had to patch people up in the middle of combat, including pulling bullets out of bodies. '''HARDWARE''' Half of the gear Tim uses he creates himself. He also tends to always be looking for ways to upgrade his suit and kit, to the point that he has even began to help other members of the batman family upgrade their kit as well. He is very apt at this type of work, maybe one day he can get a crack at a piece of Ironman's equipment and reverse engineer it, until then, he will work with what he has. '''LINGUIST''' Tim is Fluent in English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese (Cantonese and Mandarin), Russian, German, Italian, American Sign Language and French. '''MENTAL PROWESS''' Tim has a high Intellect, reflected in his school grades of him graduating top of his class at his high school, and a full scholarship to Gotham U. Also, this is reflected in the ease at which he learns and processes things. This has been further developed with training to make his mind a steel trap. Both with an Eidetic memory that forgets nothing, and the ability to greatly focus and resist psionic attacks for a time. '''PHYSICAL PROWESS''' Tim's body has been honed to be almost perfect. While he lacks the absolute nimbleness of Nightwing, or the raw brute force of Batman, he is somewhere in the middle. His shining achievement though is his stamina, which he has conditioned into being able to do things for far longer than other people. '''SUBTERFUGE''' Stealth, the art of surprise, voice throwing, disguise, escaping, and breaking and entering and bypassing security. Tim has to be able to get where he is going, and in that case, learning to be a quiet birdie has given him more options to fight crime. He is one of the best at this sort of thing, being the go to Batclan member for anything regarding recon and infiltration. '''TACTICS''' Chess, risk, and even computer games like command and conquer and starcraft have gifted Tim with a working knowledge of tactics and strategy, top that with many books on the subject that he has read. This was further enhanced by his time as leader of the titans, and the constant mental training from Bruce. '''VIDEO GAMES''' Some people will say that Gaming isn't a skill, though, they change their mind when they see what Tim can actually do. Multiple speed run records, a few online fighting game records, and quite a few popular MMOs he plays have him in the top end game guilds.
|Resources='''BATCAVE''' Tim has access to the batcave and all the vehicles, labs, and weapons therein. '''BIRD'S NEST''' It's not really used as a secret base, just a catche of gear and a few hidden servers for information retrieval. Located at the tallest point in gotham, though, not the watchtower, Tim keeps a good eye on the city, that and his scanning systems can easily get a better view of the city from there. '''HACKERNET''' They aren't 'real' at least, there is no way to find them unless you know what you are doing, and it works much like anonymous, a simple message and an IP to hit, and watch the chaos ensue, granted, it's for the good of the people. Tim has of course, taken part is many such hacktivist activities, against Criminal Hackers, institutions that are shady at best, and even against known spyware based attacks. '''MODIFIED DRAKE OS''' This system is designed to bypass security, assess the deep web without detection, and uses his phone as a drawing point to mark and catalog hotspots and other points of interest. The main bulk of the code is kept on Tim's Unix Server, with a normal PC as a Decoy. With this personally modified code there are only a handful of places Tim can't access, and he has yet to see anyone who can breach his own system. The machines that are integrated to this OS are: Server, Wayne Tech android phone, Android Tablet, Google glass headset and the Bat Computer. '''RED CYCLE''' Tim new motorcycle that houses a high performance engine as well as a lot of compartments for gadgets and other gizmos that Tim can use while on patrol. '''STAFF''' Red Robin's weapon of choice is a collapsible Bo Staff, extending from a 4-inch cylinder to a 5-foot staff. The staff is made from a titanium alloy and is capable of supporting 300 lbs. Robin can also use the staff as a pole vault to add to his jumping range. It has holes drilled n either end to create a disorienting whistle sound. One end has a retractable blade used as a utility item. (Will not use the blade in combat.) '''SUIT''' Cowl: Fire Resistant double stitched Synthetic Kevlar in the computer chips and memory storage that connects to the cowl's lenses sewn in between the stitching. Includes polarizing lenses to protect from flash attacks and infra-red, Night Vision, and Ultraviolet lenses. The lenses also have a 'HeadsUp Display' system for displaying various information relayed by the computer and communications systems. An earbud and a microphone in the high collar are tied into a high-frequency radio system capable of accessing commercial, police, marine, military, and private radio channels like the ones used by the Bat-Clan and the Titans. A voice modulator is used to mask his voice. Cape: Fire Resistant double stitched memory cloth that will fan out into a wing like pattern when a electrical current is introduced to it. Both corners of the Cape have a three pound weight built into them for a blunt attack and has small rigid plate inserts spaced out to provide protection and flexibility. Armor: Chest, Gauntlets, Boots and Leggings are triple weave fire, bullet and puncture resistant Kevlar. Additional plates in the non moving parts of the armor for more defense as well as impact padding has been added to the knuckles, elbow, knee, and other striking areas to increase the effect of blows. A Mandarin-style collar conceals a steel gorget, protecting Red Robin's throat from choke holds and garrotes. Left Gauntlet: Robin's left gauntlet has a portable computer system with a flip-up screen and touch-pad keyboard. It is capable of wireless connections to wireless networks and servers. There is also an extendable cable for direct wired connection to computers. The wrist computer system stores common hacking and anti-electronic security programs, as well as custom programs to hack in and control camera systems. Using the wireless connection, Red Robin can have remote access to his usual computer systems (Batcomputer, Titan's Tower systems), to send and receive data. There are also remote controls for the Red Cycle and other vehicles that Robin has common access to, like the Batmobile and the Batwing. Under the wrist is a Grapple line, able to withstand one ton of pressure. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Right Gauntlet: The top is a holding compartment for Robin's Collapsible staff, Lockpick multi-tool and Synthetic Silk breather mask. Below the wrist is a smoke, flash, Thermite, tear gas, and sleep pellet deployment system with 24 pellets each. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Boots: Steel toe boots with plates in the soles to cushion landings. The bottom of the boots are ribbed for better traction and aiding in silent movements. Notes: The whole suit is lead lined with a lead based liquid inside the stitching. The computerized parts of the suit can go 36 hours without needing a charge. The colors of the suit were darkened for better stealth, with the green parts done away, and a darker red and black scheme set into it. '''TRUST FUND''' Tim has quite the Trust fund in his name from the untimely death of his parents. This includes enough money to make sure that he can easily get through college, as well as a locked business account to his father's former company (80 percent share.) which is currently run by a CFO rendering Tim not needing to worry about that business. '''UTILITY BELT''' An eight pouch ultility belt that is rigged to give off an electrical shock if not opened correctly, Only Tim and Bruce currently know the correct way to open it. Pouch 1 - Holds Eight Standard Robin Rangs. Pouch 2 - Holds Eight Explosive Robin Rangs. Pouch 3 - Holds a Laser Torch and Forensics Kit. Pouch 4 - Holds Eight Small Tracking Devices and Four Video Capture Devices. Pouch 5 - Holds Explosive Gel Canister. Twentyfour Uses. Pouch 6 - Holds Four Replacement Grapple Lines. Pouch 7 - Holds a First Aid Kit (Bandages, Disinfectant, Anti Venom.) Pouch 8 - Holds Eight Bolas that can give a taser like electrical Charge. Extras: Unless stated, Robin doesn't usually carry this stuff, though, they are at the Batcave if needed. Leadbased smoke pellets, Kryptonite Ring, Mini Forensics Kit, Concussive Grenades, Sticky Bombs, Electric Robin-Rangs, Suit Repair Kit, Demolitions kit, Thermal Kit. Tim will have two thousand dollars in cash on him, just incase there should ever be a need for it while out as Red Robin.
|Weaknesses='''BATTLE CRUTCH''' While physically in a very good shape, he still doesn't have the raw strength that Bruce or Dick has, which leads him to use his staff to even the playing field. Should he be unable to use said weapon against the stronger villains, he might be in for a rough time. '''NORMAL HUMAN''' Tim is a Normal Human, and who's to say he wont go up against a metahuman criminal. This would put him physically at a disadvantage, mentally he should be fine. '''SECRET IDENTITY''' Tim is Red Robin, and if the criminal factor found that out, it could spell a lot of trouble for the young Hero. Not to mention his family and friends. '''STUBBORN''' Tim is extremely stubborn, and while it gives him a no quit attitude, sometimes he just doesn't know when to quit or let go, leading him to over work himself, miss out on sleep, and generally focus on one thing with a slight bit of tunnel vision. That doesn't mean he can't multi task, but if something bothers him enough, good luck trying to get him to unwind. '''TRACED''' Oh it can happen, and certain people could find out that the Heir to the Drake Fortune has been causing a bit of ruckus on the web, while the average criminal wouldn't know where to begin, someone like Oracle, or Calculator, probably could.
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5538/The Metropolitan Bull

2018-10-11T02:29:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     It was a pretty calm day, until a Mechanical minotaur decided to break free from it's inventor and run away. T^his caused a small bit of destruction, as well as people running from their cars on the North Bridge.     Walking onto the Bridge is Battleborn, wearing her full armor, with her flow shield in a hoplon shape and firing a few rounds from her desert eagle, which manage to only dent the metal of this twelve foot mechanical monstrosity. "Crap..." She says, holstering her gun and extending her hand as her runed axe form in it with a small bit of melting snow comming off it during the manifestation. "Hey, horn head!" She says as she tosses the axe towards the bull, getting it's attention... 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     And Battleborn is quite alone on the bridge as people are either driving to get away from the mechanical minotaur, or running when they find they can't drive away due to the barriers and proximity of the Minotaur. Of course, all of this yelling has got to get SOMEONE'S attention. Thankfully Battleborn is in the vicinity. But it has caught someone else's attention.... And Battleborn would recognize a sonic boom anywhere. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     Hearing that boom, Helena smirks. "I think you are about to have a super bad day, better get my hits in before one of them arrives." She says, knowing the sound of a kryptonian flight, as most people in metropolis know by now. She runs towards the Minotaur and leaps onto a car, and then into the air, calling her axe back to her just in time to do a spin in the air, and bringing the axe down onto one of it's horns.     The rather hard clammor of the horn hitting the ground as helena rolls away makes her frown. "Decoration... jeez, thought it as a guidance system." She says as she stands and raises her Shield as the monster fires a lazer at her. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     And in front of the laser, suddenly, is Faora. Likely not who anyone was expecting to save the day. In a black unitard with blue accents, Faora's hand are upon her hips as the laser hits her in the chest. "Interesting. I didn't expect someone to actually invent lasers for a....what is this thing?" She says before looking behind her....almost casually. "Were you the one who chopped of this....thing's horn? I'll keep it distracted. Find out if there's anyone inside of this piloting it." And she likely hit hard by the Minotaur by now....and skipped off the ground. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     "You aren't.." Battleborn says before she ducks then the minotaur shoulder slams Faora out of the way and continues it's charge towards Battleborn. A split second choice has Helena diving out of the way and grabbbing a smaller car, a prius from the looks of it, and spining in a circle with it to hit the Minotaur, which causes it to slide back just a bit. "The heat signature comming off it it to high for anyone to be in there, if you can rip it open, I can destroy it's source of power." She says as she twirls her axe, raising her shield. "Also, we got anything bigger than a Prius?" 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     Faora shakes her head as she gets up from the indentation from the bridge. "That actually stung." She then gets up, hearing the info from Battleborn, and a small 'boom' can be heard as Faora zips in front of the minotaur. She breaks it's charge with an uppercut, then a striaght right hand knocks it backwards, over Battleborn's head and towards the other end of the bridge. But the minotaur is suddenly stopped by Faora with her OWN shoulder tackle to the thing's back....after it's bounced twice. "And you aren't either. I think that makes us even." Faora says, raising an eyebrow at Battleborn. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     -I- am Battleborn, Daughter of Valdis." She says with the pride that only an asguardian could muster, or, half asguardian in this case. "Time to put this thing on ice." She says as she runs for the Minotaur and extends her hand, her axe comming off the ground and into her hand just as she leaps into the air...     The runes on the axe begin to glow as she comes down from her arching jump and slams the Axehead right into the Minotaur's chest, it's structure damaged by the pummeling of the Kryptonian. Landing and now having made a huge frosted dent into the Minotaur's chest... "Finish it off!" She says, clearly in a military tone. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     And that's when the hand of Faora comes through the chest of the Minotaur and holds a glowing.....something, in her hand. With a *KRRRRUCKG*, she brings her hand back through the back of the Minotaur, and tosses the carcass almost casually to the bridge. "huh. So this is what it feels like to do good. Had almost forgotten." She says as she floats back down to the bridge, alongside of Battleborn. "You almost sound like one of those 'Asgardians' when you made a declaration like that. Hmmmm....." She then looks back to the power source....clearly inspecting it with her vision. "that was a bold move when you leapt at the mechanical thing here. I'm guessing you've have combat experience." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     The axe vanishes and so does Helena's helmet. "I am one of those Asguardians, well, half of me is." Helena says as she nods. "Yep, heatsource. And Yes, I'm a Major in the Marine Corps, special raiders division." Special ops. "And any hero worth their salt would have done the same thing had they the ability too, well... most heroes." She says before looking at Faora. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say You're a Kryptonian." 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     "Good guess. I'm called Superwoman." Faora then looks to the unarmored form of Helena "Marine....corps? Raiders...division?" Clearly, these are words unknown to her. But then she taosses the power cell up and down in her hand. "Supergirl was right, I do have to hold a lot back." She then looks back to the minotaur carcass. "Any idea where that came from?" She says tossing the power cell back at it. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard chuckles. "First Responce Military Soldier. That should explain it better." She says as she tilts her head. "Nope, though I have a feeling the local police are looking into that. I'm not a detective, I just fight things and protect people. I also notice that you look to have a better... battle pressence than the other Kryptonians." 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     "That is because I am a soldier, have been on my life, even before the destruction of Krypton. The others you have met...Superman, Supergirl, Power Girl.....are from a 'caste' of scientists....or at least, they were from Krypton." Faora's blunt in her assesment. "They have gotten experience, but they are more predisposed towards thinking before they punch." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     Helena nods. "Makes sense, I was taught that a split second could lead to disaster. No hesitation, and in some cases, no quarter." She says as she turns to move from the bridge, not wanting to be a 'ground zero' when the cops show up and she has to answer a bunch of questions and then her colonel will show up and... it's just a mess really. "So, how long have you been on earth?" 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     "not for very long. A year or so, maybe. I think. I can't really tell how you judge time here, yet." Faora then moves away from the wreckage. "Earth is very confusing, but then.....it's pretty new compared to where I've been...and a lot better." She hints without telling directly. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard nods. "I'm pretty sure there are vids online somewhere that will give you a whole host of information. Sometimes I just listen to history vids for hours on end, helps when you have to spend a week mending a broken bone." Only a week. 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:''' Faora says, "I've been trying. It's why I've been 'pulling my punches'." Faora looks behind her and tilts her head. "Strange. that did resemble a minotaur from greek mythology...."" 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles. "Yep, probably someone has an obsession with them, well, better than anything out of norse mythology, like dark elves and fire beasts." She says with a chuckle. "In anycase, we should do this again sometime, I'm sure there will be more strange thing where that came from." 

:'''{{#var:126|Faora (126)}} has posed:'''     "I certainly hope not. I don't really want to relive some of the things I did on Krypton." Faora then starts to float up. "I'm sure we'll encounter each other another time, Battleborn. I hope they'll be under happier circumstances...." And she begins to fly away. casually this time. 
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5527/A Delicate Offer

2018-10-10T06:25:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     For practicality, high level business meetings are probably the worst thing ever. Because there's travel, scheduling, assistants, projects, and all kinds of other mess to consider. But when one of the senior advisors for Hamilton Arms - And the adopted daughter of the company CEO - Requests a meeting to discuss something without any staff present, it does make for an interesting request. Kate Kane is an amusing read on paper, too. Chemistry major, DD'd from the Army for her sexual orientation, and now a young, enthusiastic businesswoman who is a steering hand for Hamilton Arms Research and Development Division.     Despite the sensible pants suit, that even manages to hide some of the lean muscle of the redheaded soldier, she caused something of an issue before she even got to the elevator - Leaving Security with two pistols, a collapsible baton and a knife. And yet with makeup pristine, suit freshly pressed and her briefcase beside her, she's finally on her way up. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     Odd, how someone can get Discharged for their orientation, granted, Helena herself is bi, though, when you have a person able to toss cars around a combat field who doesnt really display her affection publicly, though she thinks that Kate's discharge was unfair, she doesn't plan on bringing it up.     The memo from security got a small laugh, Helena finds it... quaint, and somthing to admire. Of course her long coat is off, and her shirt sleeves are rolled up, white silk blouse and her usual itallian leather pants and boots worn. it's not hard for one to see the muscles and curves Helena has, nor the small showing of nordic looking tatoos that start right below her collar bone.     "Ms. Kane, a pleasure, please come in, now, what is this all about?" She says, also making an offer for Coffee. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     Kate enters the room with a flattering smile, "Ms Shepard. A joy to finally meet you face to face." She begins, crossing the room and making her way to the desk, careful not to scratch or dislodge anything before she sets her briefcase down. Damnable thing. Kate's slightly stepped heels are just enough to be professional, but still feminine, and add to her already decent height. "To put it simply? Hamilton Arms is looking to build a few more sites for research and development, and our current list of contractors is somewhat... Lacking in quality and quantity."     A heavy pause follows, "Including a blacksite for our less than public support of some of the vigilantism in Gotham, which I hope is a detail that could stay off the record. As you have something of a history in vigilante action, I thought you would be someone worth speaking to." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     "Shepard Construction mostly deals in Urban Projects, Damages from fights, or acts of gods, sometimes they can be from the same thing." Helena says with a small chuckle. "A small history, most of the time I get a call from my CO to armor up and pound somthing that requires my.. expert skill." Legal is legal. "But I have no problem having my people work those projects, so long as human rights and ethics are followed, I don't see any reason why we can't have a business agreement." She says with a smile before reaching for her coffee mug. "So a few sites at locations of your choice, and then a third facility... let's call it a shipping hub... in gotham." She says with a wink. "You know, your father could have simply called me, for you to come in person, I feel honored." 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     "Call it Admiration," Kate responds smoothly, taking her own coffee cup and sipping from it, before couching it in both her hands. "Besides, R&D is currently something of my responsibility, so I like to make the important calls myself and in person - It helps to get a feel for who you're working with, what kind of things they value." A casual glance around the office, before she ventures. "It tells you a lot about whether or not they're someone you should liase with."     "I wouldn't worry about that. I'm not interested in putting anyone's life in danger, I'm looking for discretion and competence. If it takes time or money, neither of those things are really an object, but in the days of corporate espionage, our IP is more important than both." Another sip. "Besides. I never miss a chance to rub shoulders with an Officer. Anything for a competitive advantage." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     A look around the office does show a few Marine Peices, Her Drill Instructor's canvas hat, a few of her combat badges, a picture of a freashly minted Marine (Helena) and other ribbons and awards, as well as trophys from Highschool for both Trakc and feild, and Basket ball. Helena smiles and gives a nod. "I agree IP is first and foremost." She says.     A smile comes across her angular features. "People won't know about thease sites, I'll have people working on them I can trust, the other twenty percent of the shareholders wont know anything about them aside from 'shut up and take your check.'" She says before leaning against her desk. "And if you keep complimenting me like that, I might have to ask you to dinner and a dance." 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     "I'll have the contracts forwarded over to you as soon as we've finalised the purchases through some of our shell companies." Kate determines - Because they're hardly 'secret' if they have the company name on them. "And of course, if there's anything you need from us - Or are just curious about - I'm sure we could see what's experimental but otherwise available." Another flattering smile, as Kate shakes her head and teases.     "I doubt you'd be able to drop everything just to take a girl out for a meal because she was flattered. Besides, complimenting you would be more like telling you that if I could look as good as you in ten years, I'd consider it a personal achievement." A soft chuckle follows. "It would belong on my resume." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena chuckles. "Half Asgardian, My life expectancy is double what a normal human's is, so, I age slower. Besides, I'm free tonight." She says with a smile as she leans over closer to Kate. "Have those contracts sent to my personal assistant, he runs most of this company for me while I'm otherwise occupied, and barring a mutant going nuts through the street, like I said, I'm free." She states, of course she leans back and smiles. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     "Well, don't you have me at a disadvantage then." Kate deflects neatly, "I'm woefully human, but I try to keep fit and eat well. My father drilled that into me long before the Army had a chance to." Kate fails to pull away when Helena draws closer, holding her ground with that teasing little quirk of her lip, before she can come to an agreement. "Well then I guess I have no choice but to agree to a dinner. I'll have to get my assistant to finalise the rest of the paperwork on my end. So, what's there to do in Metropolis to keep a girl entertained while she's waiting on being wined and dined?" 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     Helena smiles, it's a happy smile too. 'Well, there is the museum, and the monorail, pretty good sight of the city, a lot of people go to the park in hopes of catching superman flying overhead." She says with a chuckle. "Or supergirl." She adds with a smirk, but once they agree on their contract handelers, she sends a quick memo to her assistant.     Where shall I pick you up at, say... seven thirty?" 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     "She's cute, but young. Although both her and Superman have always made me feel a touch uncomfortable anyway - But I suppose they're necessary." Kate pulls out her phone, considering the time, and then shrugs. "Perhaps I'll go find something a little more appropriate to wear for dinner then, and you can collect me from the Metropolitan Grand. Apparently they have a penthouse available." Far be it from her not to enjoy a night off, right/ 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:'''     Now helena has to figure out.. Lambo or Astin Martin... screw it, lambo tonight. She smiles and moves around the desk to take kate's hand. "Well, until then." She says as she kisses the back of the woman's hand with offers a wink. Though, once the woman makes her way out of the room, Helena fist pumps and spins around. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     Kate has the grace to blush faintly at the kiss to the back of her hand, and she blows one at Helena in return. "I'm looking forward to it, Helena." Why not drop the Ms Shepard altogether, after all. She collects her briefcase, and offers a nod, "Until later, then." And with that, she makes her way out of the office. Time to collect her guns. 
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5526/Battleborn and Kat in NYC

2018-10-10T06:24:56Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' It's night time and Kat has stopped by her favorite coffee shop for a long black before she returns to her guarded compound in Queens. She finished teaching her Art History class for the semester and is into grading essay and inspecting artwork. As usual the more rude native New Yorkers have jostled the small girl to the back of the line. She curses in Italian, "Certamente scegli l'unico signore del crimine che non si spezzerà le ginocchia per farlo." But she takes her position at the back and patiently waits till she gets her coffe and one of the hazelbut spread donuts she loves so much. She sits and goes over the monumental amount of material she has to grade. Too much for her to carry given her small frame. But she persists with the ferocity of her Italian forebears, 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' "E bene che non dovresti farlo, odio dover fermare una cosa carina come te." A tall woman who now stands behind her says in Italian. Granted, this woman is over six and a half feet tall, and when she removes her sunglasses, her watery blue eyes can be seen. She gets a few Kolaches as well as a huge cup of high calorie iced coffee. Moving to a table not far from the little Lady Don, Helena opens a book that looks to be written in ancient chinesse. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Kind of a back handed compliment," Kat says looking at the imposing woman with a frown above her large cornflower blue eyes. She takes note of the book the woman is reading and returns to her pile of work. She mulls briefly over the prodigious amount of work she has to do then her thoughts returning to the tall woman nearby she concludes she has to be another of the hero's congregating here. She had after all met Diana Prince recenlt in this very coffee shop a couple of weeks ago. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles and without looking up from her book. A warrior's instinc gives her pause to lift her eyes. "I'm not a telepath or anything, but if you have questions, why not ask?" She says with a half smirk, closing the book, Sun Tzu's the art of war. and sets it aside as she takes a sip of her iced coffee. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "I find myself remarkably uncurious today," Kat says smiling politely. "Perhaps it is the weather or my workload driving me to distraction. Or the preponderence of tall and superheroines with model good looks around here. You must be one of them," Kat thinks out loud. "I am more of a flight than fight person. The former has terrible consequences for me when I try and make a stand." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' "I tried to become a model.. they said I was too muscular." Helena says with a chuckle, grante,d the large coat she is wearing that is buttoned up to her neck hides the definition, but if her clothing is of high quallity, it is, then obviously it was made to fit her. "Well, doing bad things does end up with people wanting to fight you, if you stopped doing those bad things, you'd have a viking like me protecting you." She says with a wink. "Helena Shepard, or Battleborn, if you've seen the recent videos." Yep, a huge mass of a woman with a public identity. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Doing good things in a group of bad people will often net you as much trouble as is alleviated by your suggestion of not doing bad things," Kat says offhandedly though the remark must apply to her on some level. "I'm Kat," she says not bothering with the elaborate Contessa introduction she occasionaly does in Italian. "I've been out of the loop," Kat says in relation to the Battleborn videos. "No news is good news." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles. "Well you have a point, and doing bad things for good reasons can also be wrong." She says, though it's probably more about the half asgardian than the little mafiosa she is talking too. "Just as well, you'd be surpised how people can;t really put my name to my face, even though I'm not hard to miss." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "There are alot of hero's out there - no offense taken I hope by my not recognising you. I have been very distracted by events of late that have taken up all of my attention and I do not follw the news feeds," Kat wsas in one of the feeds actually getting killed and coming back to life in front of a large group of people in Central Park most of whom were mercifully distracted by Wonderwoman and a giant mechanical monster she was fighting. Bur some people noticed this new mysterious ostensibly immortal girl. 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' "Speaking of news, It's not everyday you meet someone who can come back to life, granted, I can heal twice as fast as a normal human, not not even I could come back from a hit like that." Helena says as she takes the last bite of her kolache, and smiles. "An ability like that, you do know that with propper training you could become quite the warrior." She says with a smirk, of cours,e helena went through the harshest trainning ever, in the history of trainning, and then took people through that harshes trainning herself. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "You can become a warrior if you can gain muscle bulk. If you are unchanging and gain neither fat nor muscle from food or exercise you might have difficulty making the transition to warrior. Add to that the problem of enhanced senses enhancing pain that you feel to the point where a paper cut feels like a bullet. I'm never going to be a warrior. I just... am," Kat says echoing the famous English translation of René Descartes famous aphorism. "And what I am is small and weak - forever apparently." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard nods. "That does present itself a problem, someone who can;t fight back, nor can they make themselves able to fight back..." She says as she thinks for a second, and then flicks a business card from her pocket and writes her personal cell number on the back before placing it on Kat's table. "Should you find yourself in a situation and need help, give me a call. If you are innocent... at the time... I'll help you." She says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Thank you for the thought but I have been around a while and have found ways to defend myself." She takes the card out of interest anyway. "I think I've just been in a slump running across too much trouble and acting a little too heroically. I'll just jump back onto trhe bleachers and off the field. Maybe that will help." 

:'''{{#var:7101|Helena Shepard (7101)}} has posed:''' Helena Shepard smiles as she stands up. "Well, if you are going to be in the bleachers, then cheer for me." She says with a smile as she doesn;t leave, but goes back to the counter and orders a huge cinimon roll with pecans on it, and another iced coffee... apparently a person her size eats... alot. 
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5487/What To Do

2018-10-03T10:07:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' The Library, usualy not a place one would find Tim at this time of night, but, he just finished a long paper, as well as the rest of a portfolio that he had been working on during the past week. He left Bruce a message that said 'Tim needs to talk to Bruce.' which meant that it was not crime stuff, or at least, not the type of crime stuff one would think. 

:'''{{#var:104|Bruce Wayne (104)}} has posed:'''     Some more of the unread subtext of the note might read that Bruce should not show up wearing the cape and cowl. To his credit, by this hour he'd already be out on patrol and it is something of a testament to his role that he has yet to leave. Or maybe he has already been out. Either way, when he steps into the library he is wearing a simple black sweater and jeans. His hair is a mess - recently washed and not yet combed - and he appears to shave the layer of stubble that had been getting quite long over the last few days. He pauses a moment in the doorway, his brow slightly furrowed. The look when something is puzzling him and he can't quite put a finger on it.     "You wanted to talk?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, um.. have a seat." He says as he stands up from the chair and looks over at Bruce. "I have a choice to make, and it involves what we do." he then holds up a formal peice of paper, the header clearly states Gotham U Law School. "Due to my degree I'm getting in Forensices and Criminology, they want me to attend law school. They said Based on my GPA, I'd make for one of the est Prosicutors that Gotham has seen since Dent." He says with a frown. "I mean, I could excel there, and it would help to keep anyone we get behind bars... behind bars where they are suposed to be. But it would cut into my street time, massivly." He isn't saying he would quit, far from it, but he wouldent be out every night. "So, I know it's my choice and all that, but I want to know what you think. If we need this." he holds up the paper. "I'll do it, but if you think we are better off not doing it, I'll decline the invitation." 

:'''{{#var:104|Bruce Wayne (104)}} has posed:'''     "Are you firing me?" Bruce asks as he's invited to take a seat, a touch of the humorous Bruce Wayne mask that he puts on around others. Not family. Perhaps a testament to his own feelings about this sudden meeting that he isn't sure of the nature of. As he sits and it is laid out before him, he seems to relax a bit and then tense up once again. He nods his head, listening as the details are laid out and looking over the paper. He is silent for a long time after Tim is finished speaking, absorbing what he has been told:     "Tim, I don't think this is about what we need. You're probably the biggest team player out of all of us, myself included, but I don't think this is about whether we need a District Attorney in the Family or whether we need Red Robin ... I want to help you with this choice, but at the same time I don't want to make it for you. If I said we needed you out there instead of behind a desk, what would you do?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "That's the thing Bruce... I don't know. I went to University because that's what my parents would have wanted, that's what's expected of me. After that I was content to fight crime, like you do, like a lot of us do. But then they drop this in my lap, I mean, this opens a lot of doors, DAQ's office, Judge, heck, Congress or the supreme court. I mean, we do what we do for justice, and you can't tell me that quite a few of the guys we catch get the cases dropped because some of the DA's people are afraid to fight against a counter assault charge." Tim says as he lets out a sigh. "The system;s broken bruce, and it needs to be fixed on the inside, but.. if I spend time doing that, then I can't pick up any extra slack here. That's my dilema, the good of the people versus being here for my family, yes even the little squirt." He says, though he does secretly hope damian cleans house in that tourny, he should have joined, but his crime fighting, and schoolwork, take a heavy amount of time. 

:'''{{#var:104|Bruce Wayne (104)}} has posed:'''     Bruce nods his head, listening to what Tim has to say. It seems, by the way his impassive features break into a faint half-smile that he needed to hear it from the man himself. He leans back a bit in his seat, "If you want to know what I think, I think you already know the answer. And since I was never much for the zen koans, I'll elaborate - I think you should do it. Damian and I can pick up the slack here." Something tells him Damian won't be running off to law school, "I can call in Dick if need be. I had thought about bringing in ... "     He trails off, as though not quite ready to bring that one up yet.     "What I'm saying is this sounds like the fight that matters more, Tim. I'll be behind you all the way." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim nods and offers a smile. "Well, I won't be a lawyer for at least another three years, so There's time to make sure that Damian grows into what we need him to be." he says as he takes out a pen and signs the paper, and slips it into the vanilla folder as well, which is slipped into an envelope, he already had all the paperwork done apparently. "I'll mail this off tomorrow." he then looks at Bruce. "Bringing in... Spoiler or Jason, one of the two I'm guessing." Tim smirks. "Yeah, I heard he was alive, so... government or Ras' pit of dispair?" 

:'''{{#var:104|Bruce Wayne (104)}} has posed:'''     "Jason isn't ready to play ball, if he really is back," Bruce says with a shake of his head, frowning lightly and passing over the subject swiftly, "Stephanie ... maybe. There's still more to do there. I have other ideas. Something different."     He stands up, slapping the desk lightly with the palm of his hand, "But that's for me to worry about. You've got a Juris Doctor to earn. I won't pretend I'm not a bit hurt that you won't be a Fighting Bulldog though."     He gestures across the room to the Yale Law diploma mounted on the wall. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks. "I could have gotten in, Hell, Oxford, MIT, colorado institute of minds, they all wanted me, but I wanted Gotham. This is my city, I learn here, and I protect Justice here." He says with pride. "That and I'll have to make sure Damian is good with the titans, that there will be out the window for me." he says and tosses bruce a small thumb drive. "Graphene nanotech schematics. It;s in theory right now, but I'm sure someone could make a tripple weave synthetic silk from it. My calculations put it at making kevlar look like 2 ply toilet tissue." he says with a smirk. "Stark can weep over our advancement.. smartest man alive... pah!" 

:'''{{#var:104|Bruce Wayne (104)}} has posed:'''     "I'll tell him you said that at the next billionaire's club meeting," Bruce answers with a laugh, moving over to the window and catching the drive in mid-stride with the utmost grace. He folds his hands behind his back, nodding, "I'll see what I can do with it. I think the standard issue uniforms are due a new iteration, anyway. I see all that power armour out there and wonder if there might be a way to miniatruize ... "     Out over the city, far in the distance, the Bat Signal appears in the clouds. He stares at it for a moment before immediately moving towards the grandfather clock that is the secret entrance to the Batcave, "I've got this. You've got case law to memorize."     Again, the faint smirk, "I don't miss that." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim chuckles. "Eidetic memory remember? Read it once, it's there, besides, that's not until the summer anyway. I have... hacker stuff to do anyway." he says as he turns. "Oh Bruce... be safe." he says before walking towards his room. 
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5439/She brought gifts

2018-09-26T02:07:06Z

Zephyr: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/09/25 |Location=Milano - Lower Deck |Synopsis=Gamora Rocket and Drax hang out in the cargo hold and listen to music, also, Gamora brings gifts..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' The Milano's cargo hold has a few new items in it, or more accurately, five huge crates with Earth and thanagarian logos on them. Gamora sends the liftig crew away after said stuff is brought on board, and she turns to look at the stacked boxes. She has been doing quite a few side jobs lately, but why boxes from earth and thanagar? No one knows really, though, she knows it's a matter of time till her crew mates come down to have a curious look. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax had been napping a little bit, which is odd since he doesn't actually need to nap, but he's learned that he finds it quite pleasant and people leave him alone. These are bonuses. He's shirtless, as usual, with his daggers thrust into the belt at his waist as he watches the men carry off the boxes. He could easily heft all of them himself and save them the work. He is not going to do that. "Freight hauling. How dull." 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket sits on the steps down to the hold, currently fiddling with a device. It's not just a gadget. No. Gadgets are just stupid little things. A Device? A device is something with true /purpose/. The real question is less of what it is and more of what it /does/. He looks up, "Yeah. Won't catch me haulin' freight" he chitters. Then Gamora shows up. "'ey Gams. Your boxes'a personal items'r here.." he chitters again. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' "They arent Freight, they are for us." Gamora says as she reaches into one of the boxes and pulls out a thanagarian battle axe. "Never dulls, and gives an electrical charge." She says as she hands said axe to Drax. "For you. as well as a new blade kit." She says, dropping a bag in his hands, complete with a flint stone, oils and a new towel for his weapons. She turns to Rocket and smiles as she lifts a metal create out of the crate and brings it over to him. "Here." She says as she opens the top, and there looks to be about fifty cans of cram in that crate, only to have a new spanner set be put on top of that. Dusting her hands off, she smiles and walks away abit. "I figured that you all need... a few gifts. If quill and Warlock would wake up, I could gift them as well." She isn;t the best person emotionally, but, maybe this will make up for a rough demeanor. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax hefts the weapon for a moment, looking at it and shifting its balance back and forth in his grip. He isn't particularly sentimental by any stretch of the imagination. Which he doesn't have very much of anyway. "This will be good for eviscerating. We need to fight more things with guts so I can spill them," he says. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket watches - suspiciously. "Okay. Who da ****** are ya an' what'd ya ******in' do wit' da real Gamora." He sniffs at his gift. Eyeing the tools with interest but the cram? That brings a gleam to his eye. "Who we gotta off fer ya in exchange for da "gifts", eh?" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' "No one, killed an outer dimentional beast for the nova corps, and sold an... aquired Thanagarian fighter ship. Also, Lobo may be wanting to fight me, again. I might have put my fist through his chest and tossed him into the vaccum of space... amoung other things. He was not overly... happy... do Czarinians feel happyness?" She asks, but is happy that drax likes the weapon, and rockets reaction does get a half smirk on her lips. "I also may have gotten more music from Earth as well as a few other places... so that we don't listen to the same ten songs over and over again." 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax shrugs, "I don't know. There's only one. I hear he seems very cheerful. I look forward to fighting him, if you didn't finish the job," he said. He sighs with relief about the music, "That would be glorious. Perhaps you could also get Quill some of those phone heads to put on his skull to spare the rest of us the caterwauling." 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket snickers. "Don't know if 'e ever gets happy but 'e sure makes a great drinkin' buddy. Dude's got some realy odd friends." He pulls out the toolset and begins looking through them intently. Inspecting each one for proper crafstmanship. He comments absently. "Love that Hangnam Style guy. Can we get more of his music? Can't believe he's not the biggest *****in' star on Earth. He should be an entertainment god!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora shakes her head. "Drax, his healing factor is just as good as mine, and he is just as strong as I am. If you want to have a peice, then be warned, he is dangerous, I do not relish having to seek vengance for him hurting you." Though she will do it. "Speaking of, Rocket, what parts do you need for an artificial black hold device? I doubt the czarinian is able to be killed, so maybe contained?" 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax snorts, "Hurting me? Since when have you ever seen me hurt? Last week doesn't count. And that time on Shi'ar-57, it wasn't fair because I had food poisoning from those Galametrean clams Quill got from that prostitute. He knew her very well. I think they had mated in the past and she enjoyed it. She gave him a look of desire with her six eyes." He takes a few swings through the air, "But I will fight Lobo, with or without you. And then we can drink, too. Drinking and fighting go together." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora shakes her head. "Quill will mate with anything female." She says as she leans against one of the crates. "No sense of quallity at all." She adds, and looks to Drax. "I will help you fight him, just remember, he tends to take a fight too far, he takes everything too far, and he thinks I'm an object to be admired... it is annoying." She adds as she takes her sword out and begins to clean, and sharpen it. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax frowns, "You are not an object. You're clearly moving and talking. He can't be very smart," he said. He finds a place to tie the axe on the back of his belt and stretches before sitting down to sharpen his own knives as well. "I would like some of the...country music," he said. "I liked the one they called 'Johnny Cash'. I think," he says. That's one of those things from the deep depths of his consciousness, the jangled shards of the person he once was long, long ago. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora blinks and takes out a small device, placing it into one of the ship ports as a song starts playing. Song: https://youtu.be/8wdRAZZyN3w Gamora blinks at the song and nods. "Nice choice Drax." She says as she goes back to cleaning her sword. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax nods, "Of course it is. Why would I pick something terrible? Everything I like is good," he says simply enough. He starts to work his blade along the stone, sharpening and honing the edges as he lets the music seep into him a bit. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket was totally lost in the moment of gazing at the toolset. Considering the quality of the tools it's little wonder. One could swear there were little pink hearts in the sentient cyber-raccoon's eyes. Snapping out of it he blinks and looks up, "Huh? What?" his brain catches up to his ears about the black hole device and the music at the same time, "Who da' fug wants ta put an old coot like that in a black hole? I emean.... ***** it.. he sounds like he's dyin' an all.. but why ya gotta hate on old people?" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora blinks and turns her head. "The black hole is for Lobo, not this musician. His song is soothing." She states, thirty seconds into the song and already a fan, maybe Drax is on to somthing. "I also got a playlist of what the warther's call 'k-pop' it's the same genre of that psy you like so much." She says to Rocket before looking at Drax, happy that he likes the gifts, and the music. 

:'''{{#var:1575|Drax (1575)}} has posed:''' Drax finishes one knife and moves onto the other, "So many names for music. Earth seems to be a very silly place. They should just label music good or bad and save all the complications. It would save so much time and wasted energy listening to terrible noises," he says. "Are you mad because you are an old man, Rocket? I notice how grey you are." 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket gasps as Gamora refers to Psy. "He is the best thing to come off'a dat blue rock. 'm tellin' yah. He oughta be their KING!" He looks at Drax. "****** you! I ain't old! But I've gone through enough hurt and experimentin' fer a dozen old men!" he barks. "An' I'm STILL young an' virile!" He stands up in defiance, hip thrusting for good measure. At least he has pants on. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Picking a new song, same genre, but somthing that she finds catchy. https://youtu.be/q_VxmLM-wPo - Southern Nights by Glen Campbell Giving a nod at her selection, she goes back to her sword. "You are grumpy like an elder Rocket, but a better mechanic, there is none." Gamora says, as she listens to the music. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket looks at Gamora. "I may be grumpy, Gams. But looking at you makes the day so much brighter" He'd bat his lashes at her but. Raccoon. No eye lashes. So he just waggles his fuzzy brows instead and chitters as he reaches in to grab one of the cans of Cram. Popping it open with his new toolset, he begins to slurp and smack at the contents. Contents that most sentients would consider far to revolting for consumption no matter how dire circumstances might have become. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora shakes her head. "Can we please go one day without someone flirting with me?" She says with a frown, though, she is used to it from rocket, there are much more annoying people out there that make it less silly and more creepy than rocket ever could. "I still don;t know how you can eat that, but I'm glad you approve." She says, still remembering how the merhcent she bought it from was bug eyed as she refered to it as a 'metal covered delicacy'. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket can't help himself, mmm'ing and smacking messily as he devours the first can. "What can I say? It's an acquired tasted. it's like hangin' around with Quill. it grows on ya." He then clutches at his chest, "You wound me - to the heart! Will you leave my love unrequited? Oh! The agony!" he wails before it turns into a snicker. As he continues to clean out the CRAM can, he begins to hum and sway along to the song Gamora picked. Fark but it has a catchy tune. Earth musicians are evil. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora blinks and decides to give the little beast a small bit of hope. "Well, maybe on a cold night, you'd make a nice pillow if you cleaned your fur." She says with a smirk, yes, Gamora just made some semblance of a joke. She watches as Drax goes off to do whatever it is that the big hulking destroyer does in his off time. "Whoever taught him about naps... needs to be punched." Though, once the song nds, another comes on, this one not picked out by gamora. https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U - Blue on Black, by Kenny Wayne Shephard. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:''' Rocket glances down at his fur. "I was born this way." Another earth song. Take that. He does not toss the CRAM can. It has... uses. There are devices he can make with a can this size. oh yes. Infernal weapons. The best kind. Then he tilts his head at the song, ears twitching. "Okay. Now that? That's the shiz, right there. I like dis guy." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora smirks. "Glad you like it." She says as she tosses him the remote device. "Have a good listen, I have to look over the contracts, see if we can find work." She says, checking that her weapons are in good order before pulling on her hooded trench coat. "Try and not get arrested while I'm gone." She says as she pulls the hood up and walks off the ship. 
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5428/Maybe a Partnership

2018-09-24T13:57:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' So the Nova Empire has a small problem, though it's not within their empire, it is heading towards their section of space, and so since they wont send the Nova corps outside of their bordewrs, they decide to hire some hunters to do the work for them, for a very nice price. Gamora of course, took the job, 25k credits was 25k credits, not the best work, but still enough to allow her to pick and choose some nice jobs for the next few months, that and selling a few earth items and that stolen... I mean aquired ship. She stands on a platform with a simulated atmophere, this was in the direct line of what they had to fight, though, thus far, she is the only hunter to arrive, sword at her hip, two blasters, and a rather heavy looking plasma rifle on her back. "If I do this alone, maybe I can get a bonus." She says, a bonus is good. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     The holo-mail Lobo had almost dismissed as being junk ads, and in fact had just previously de-fingered the postal worker who delivered it, but a small voice in his head kept him from tossing it aside and smashing it. Good thing, too, since one the hologram projection played out, he'd been rather intrigued. The Nova Empire was so desperate for help that it was willing to ignore that it had banned Lobo from ever setting foot on Xandar Prime again, "on pain of death"? That meant something big was brewing, and with how much they were offering to pay, he'd be swimming in booze and skin for a long time.     So that was how the Space Hog came to be screeching along the vacuum of space, hard aggressive Galactidustrial playing through the built-in sound system. He was coming in hot, speeding right past the 'atmosphere line' and landing with a skid across the platform. A number of Nova Corps practically flew out of the way screaming, as the Main Man just looked around, seated and chomping a cigar. With a pair of purple rayband shades covering his blood reds, and a bit of frost still in his handlebar mustache from flying through such a cold vacuum as the Great Black.     "Wazzup, girls, I miss the party or what?"     He looked around, and clearly saw Gamora, on account of him immediately licking his lips with that purple tongue of his. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Song: https://youtu.be/_WFLUhSym80 Gamora let's out a sigh as she spots Lobo, and not a good sigh either. "Chopped off... in a jar." She says as she motions for the nova corps to get back towards saftey. "I'll handle this." She says as she looks up at the spot, before a portal opens up and a long snake like monster comes out, only instead of one head and tail, there are seven heads, and seven tails. "A void beast, the only way to kill it is to kill every part of it... also it's blood is acid, and it breathes fire." She says, well, thats.. good to know? She sets down a bag as the beast goes to land, turning on a song that plays over the platform, somthing from earth, Deep Purple's Highway star. Then the huge rifle comes out as she starts to fire on the heads. "Lobo! Use your hook and pull the heads out so I can get a clean shot!" She orders, best to do this in a sort of quick manner. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     When the rift opened, Lobo didn't immediately panic, instead he was still going through the routine of parking his bike, then killing the engine, then taking off his hat and his longcoat to fold over the seat, and then comparing which weapon was best for which situation...the snarl of the beast caused the big man to look over his shoulder, and finally nod at the problem at hand. Glasses were tossed aside and he quickly grabbed the double-barrel, just to sling over his shoulder as he stalked over and, swinging that hooked chain overhead? Gave it a mighty swinging throw!     And then the hook left the atmosphere field, and slightly drifted along, until the Main Man hoisted it backward and snarled.     "Awright, plan B, wish me luck."     Lobo gave Gamora a quick swat on the...lower 'back', let's just call it, and then leapt right over the edge of the platform. Holding his breath, he practically 'swam' out to the creature, and without any fear at all, getting as close as possible to one of the heads? He swung his hook in an uppercut to try and sink it just behind the chinbone, so he could better maneuver the beast, and try to twist the creature's bodymass toward Gamora's aim. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' "That man... is insane." Gamora says as she aims her rifle and fires, a clean shot that blasts one head off, and spreays the acid in globs. She then strafes as she continues her fire, the rate impressive. "Lobo, lower it to the artificial gravity field, it's can;t heal itself under a gravity effect!" She shouts as she tries to keep the other heads from biting at the czarinian, even if he can heal wounds like her, she doesnt need him out of commission for any length of time... yet. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     The globules of acid touched his skin and his black shirt, burning and bubbling his flesh in a way that must have been painful, but the Czarnian didn't seem to be that perturbed by it. Curiously, in zero gravity Gamora would no doubt be able to see his flesh start to bubble and burn away while simultaneously regrowing and recovering, clearly the man's regeneration was working whether he was in gravity or not. It appeard he heard her because quickly he "swam" around the beast, looping his chain around its torso at least once, and appeared to start spinning in place, moving the much larger and probably heavier creature, due to it not having any purchase to stop this momentum. Gamora was gonna get her wish, but she might have to deal with it in a way she might not expect. And of course the whole while Lobo was on top of the beast, aiming his sawed-off down at point blank range, and blasting both barrels into the thing's flesh at point-blank range. The bloodspray was gruesome, right at the section where two necks "met" each other, which meant that all across the Main Man's face, was starting to resemble a skull for a few moments before the skin and muscle immediately started coming back. The sight of it was probably entering the Uncanny Valley. But the good news, was as soon as it hit the atmosphere, it seemed Lobo's damage was sticking around, instead of fading and vanishing.     It was a hell of a thing, this had everything. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Overloading the rifle, and setting it to a charge, she slide the rifile across the platform, and when the creature lande,d it was on top of the rifle, which explodes, damaging the beast further as Gamora draws her sword and moves in, leaping into the air and taking on hea,d then another, and then slicing two tails that come at her, working to hack the beast as the skin of her arms get melted, and grow back. She looks up to see one of the beasts tail's going for Lobo, and leaps up to catch the pointy metalic tail and ram it into yet another head. "You need to watch ehat's going on!" She says as she continues her methodical dissecting of the beast. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     "Whaddaya, everyone from my childhood? the Main Man ain't need ta watch out fer nobodys or no-hows, an I-whaoah!"     The great beast shifted, and Lobo quickly lost his footing, slipping and rolling to the ground with his scattergun sliding across that deck, which meant Lobo was down to the bare essentials. And with his chain still wrapped around the beast, and the end of that chain still wrapped around his arm, it meant he was in close quarters with it for a long while, anyway. Immediately he walked up to three simultaneous heads that were eyeing him dangerously, kicking one in the face, dazing it and inspiring the others to snap at him. They all hit and they all sunk their fangs into his muscled tattooed flesh, but that didn't seem to deter him. Soon he had all of them wrapped aroung his arms, "bearhugging" the combined necks and clinching ever tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Did they need air? Existing in a vacuum, probably not, but the constant cracking and snapping of vertabrae that was heard probably wasn't too good for them!     "Ya messed up, Clyde, pickin' a fight with the baddest dude in this galaxy. Ain't ya know I'm Assassin ta royalty, an' scourge of the cosmos?!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Eventualy, the feel of those heads get's lighter, and they start to melt into ashes, along with the rest of the beast, any lost acidic blood turns into a thick oily non harmful substance. And Gamora sheathes her sword, and looks... pissed. Walking up to the 'Main Man' she rears back and gives him a nice right hook to the jaw, with enough force to puncture a hole through a double blast door. "You idiot! You unskilled, egotistical stupid raving lunatic!" She says, the Nova Corps who are watching start to place bets, quite a few on Gamora, others on Lobo. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     Lobo was stood there covered in that oily alienblood, his shirt possibly ruined as it was mostly shredded and ripped, but thankfully his leather pants were mostly ok. He stood there wiping himself off, spitting that ruined stump of a cigar out into the vacuum of space, and was in the process of trying to wring some of that oil out of his handlebar mustache when Gamora stalked up to him. He knew was was going to happen, saw her hips pivot, and had a chance to do one thing before her fist collided with his face. And so he was in the process of blowing her a kiss and a wink, before being leveled, and ending up almost flipping in place and landing on his back opposite her. The force was staggering and he was shaking his head at the power of it, but when he got to his feet, he seemed relatively ok. Relatively, he was still flexing his jaw as he spoke apologetically.     "Look, I think we may have got off onna wrong foot, 'cause-"     He interrupted his own apology with a sudden dirty-handed uppercut, aimed right for that pretty green chin of hers. This was his patented Suckerwaster, as far as cheap shots that could level entire buildings to rubble go, it was fairly impressive. If it hit, she might learn what it means to fly.     "But lemme tell ya's, ain't no she-broad gonna beat the hell outta me unless I pay her good money fer it! Err wait, that's not it." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora takes the hit, and does a tripple back flip in mid air before landing, and her jaw aligns itself. "No.. this I do for free." She says as she picks up her sword, and sheathes it, before making a run for him, leaping over him in a graceful display, reaching for his head and moving to land and toss him, attempting to also add a nick kick to the ribs for his troubles. "I've killed tougher than you Lobo." She says as she takes a fighting stance, slowly stalking around him, her yellow eyes filled with murderous intent as she watches him. "The most dangerous woman in the galaxy... I'm the most dangerous THING in the galaxy!" 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     He definitely wasn't as graceful as her, being flipped, landing facedown harder than anything, and getting a boot right to his Czarnian ribcage, hard enough for him to grunt out like a Snort-Squealer. But there was a grin on his face the whole time as he looked up at her, still on his knees. He rolled his neck, the bones cracking.     "I knew Ol' Squigglechin did a number on ya, but sayin' yer a thing? Like, somethin' someone can own? That's pretty kinky, right?"     He sprung up to his feet, and yanked his arm backward. She might not have noticed, but his chain and hook was still scattered around after that fight. Which meant he was pulling back a loop of chain that was right behind her ankles. If she got tripped, it meant with the slippery oil slicked ground, she might slide toward him with the momentum, which meant he could throw a series of hard, hard stomps to her face, throat and chest, trying to stomp her almost -through- the ground of this platform. With each stomp, he growled out.     "Ya wanna know what 'Danger' means ta me, thing? It means foreplay! I ain't like Sun-Boy, I ain't scared ta calls it like I sees it!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' She didn;t see that comming, or she didn't think he was that crafty, either way, she get's drug, and then stomped a few times until a sword comes out and slices at his ankle. "You used weapons first, fair play." Gamora says as she uses her other arm to crip the chain and try and get it around his neck, all the while trying to put her sword into his back. "I'd rather fuck Quill for the rest of my days, than EVER even think about bedding you!" 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     His big, chunky boots were more than fashion statements, they provided a modicum of protection. Gamora's sword was able to slice through anything, but luckily for the Main Man, the angle meant that he only received a deep laceration rather than losing the foot entirely. Regardless he fell back with a snarl, the chain wrapping around his throat was tight and the sword of course pierced right through his shoulder, punching through tough Czarnian bone like it was nothing. But Lobo kept with the momentum and launched himself backwards, the back of his skull aiming for her pretty green nose and mouth, even as his left hand grabbed the tip of that sword piercing through his pectoral. If he felt her grip loosen even a fraction, he'd pull the blade clean through his body, feeling the hilt and handle tear through ligaments and organs and muscle. This deck was a mess, and the Nova Corps couldn't all handle it, some losing their lunch over the balcony, only to quickly come back in when they remembered there was no air out there.     "Tell ya what, Gams, we'll split the difference an' you can do it the other way around. I'm sure I gots a stupid red jacket somewhere around!" 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' The clattering of her sword as it hit's the deck is only a minor distraction as gamora's WHOLE ARM is now through Lobo's chest. "Never!" She says as the first part of that sounded muffled due to a collasped nasal cavity, but then she moves her legs and kicks Lobo into the air, before grabbing one of his legs, and moving into a spin as she slams him into a few nova corps ships before letting him go before he hit's his bike, maybe a small kindness, or she just respects the hog more than she respects him, either way, she aims to send the ashen white bounty hunter out of the atmosphere zone. "Psychopath..." 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     It was certainly impressive what Gamora was doing, and as the hole in Lobo's chest got smaller and smaller around her wrist, he was flung around again and again, each impact being a very expensive crater in the Nova ship that they'd have to fix later. His skull bounced off the railing until it warped around his cranium, blood trickling down his face, his nose and the corners of his mouth. But through it all, he always had his presence of mind. She flung him, and he certainly went. But his fist suddenly grabbed on to the back of her hair, and he pivoted to hurl her out with him. Dressed in just his leather pants and partially sliced boots, now, he was directly behind her, his healing chest pressed right against her back, and his...front, pressed against her...back. His right bicep very quickly tried to wrap around her throat, his chain long discarded with her sword, while his left clasped on to give a better grip to the sleeper hold. She was close enough to smell his aftershave, that is if she could in this vacuum. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora was blowing off steam... was, now she is really in kill mode, that small part of her brain that Thanos had cultivated, molded into somthing that even he was sure to stay clear of. That is accented when a heeled boot comes up, in a repeat of the thanagarian as she uses her arm strength to push him own arm from her throat and viciously bite down so she can get the leverage to push off the brute, spitting a chuck on his flesh as she turns and RIPS THE SKINN off her knuckles, revealing the metal bone beneath, one hand gripping his own hair as the other starts to wildly punch at him. "I... am... not... your... object.. of.. affection... Tell him... you tell him... that I will kill him, and anyone who gets in my way." She ends it by kicking off him once more and pushing herself back to the platform. 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     History repeats itself, and Lobo's personal home entertainment system was wrecked and crunched for the second time this week. He was not a man who cared much about pain, but this was starting to become a pattern that he didn't enjoy. He didn't have much time to react, though, as Gamora's creepy metal skeletal hand came forward in punch after punch after punch after punch, turning Lobo's face into something resembling mulch, and causing the man to go a bit limp after the end of the barrage. He drifted outward as she made her way to the platform. The second her hand touched the railing of the station, however, the Space Hog, still on that platform, Lobo's chain and his sawed-off suddenly flew through the air, sticking to the sides of it. Not even a fraction of a second later it was rocketing right toward Gamora's face, that big, heavy machine speeding that only the fastest of landspeeders could ever hope to achieve. She might be able to dodge or react, but but any contact made was probably going to hurt like a freight train.     Anyone behind the Hog would have to deal with the fiery rocketblast, shooting forth like a weaponized flamethrower as the machine raced off toward its owner. And moments later? It seemed to make a deep U-turn, returning to the site, owner holding on while grim-faced. No doubt Gamora killed better men than Lobo, but she ain't never killed Lobo himself! 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Green flesh is on the front of the hog as part of Gamora's arm is torn away, exposing the metal skeleton inside. She moves towoards her sword as the arm heals and picks it up, turning to see Lobo comming at her, and about to do somthing about it when no less than fifty Nova Ciros ships surround the platform. "You will stop this at once, or be sent to the Kyln." is heard as Gamora frowns and looks up at him, well, she doesn;t need yet another bounty, after her record was wiped clean, though, if Lobo doesnt also get the message, things could get ugly real fast. Sheathing her sword she turns and heads towards her own ship. "I'm done." 

:'''{{#var:1742|Lobo (1742)}} has posed:'''     Good news, Lobo just drove by, but not before knocking a number of Nova Corps down like bowling pins, and knocking a few into the vacuum. They'd all be fine, and if they weren't, Lobo didn't give a damn. All he knew, was that he wanted round two. Reaching up he picked a fleck of green flesh out of his broken and damaged face, and after giving it a quick sniff, saved it. It was good to have a memento to remember the craziest woman he'd ever met by. 
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5407/A Bar in the Middle of Knowhere

2018-09-20T10:16:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' A job well done, or well, a job done, in anycase. Not really Gamora's Callibur, but, the bartender did say he could wipe her tab if she caught the pickpocket who was making the rounds in his bar, so she did, and now not only is she back to a zero credit balance, which wont last for long, but she now get's to enjoy a nice frosty bright green brew as she leans against the bar, watching the patrons, more out of a strange sense of curiosity than for any sort of saftey. They know who she is. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' A few murmurs uptick as someone wearing a rather skimpy violet outfit walks into the bar. The eight-point star logo is recognizable and people shy away from her. The Star Sapphire Corps is known to some around here. And it's not a good reputation. She sits down at the bar and considers the choices, not ordering a drink yet. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora finishes her drink and orders another one... "And a black hole for the violet woman..." She says, said drink a pretty strong mixed drink as she turns her head to look the woman over. "Not really a place one would find a member of the Violet Corps, mind if I ask why you are here, and if you are here for trouble?" She asks, maybe this could get interesting, or not, in any case, Star IS the most interesting thing to pass through those doors in the last two hours. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire shakes her head. "No. No trouble. Can't blame me for wanting to visit the most infamous pub in the galaxy. Oh, something nonalcoholic please. Not a drinker. Not even sure why I'm here - just a feeling that I should be." She shrugs as she looks down. "I needed to get away from where I was for a while - some bad stuff happened over on my homeworld recently." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora shakes her head and takes the drink she offered the woman and downs it without even a flinch, it's a drink that could knock out an asguardian or a New God. She then opens the fresh bottle of that bright green stuff. "Bad stuff happens all over the galaxy, but I'm curious, which homeworld would this be?" She says as she takes a long drink. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire sighs. "I am the Star Sapphire of Sector 2814. Earth is where I live." She orders a glass of iced tea (or whatever the equivalent) and sips it. "Just... needed a break so I came here." She shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora almost spits out her drink, almost. Regaining her composure she sets the bottle down. "Earth, I have a...friend from there, tell me, what trouble is happening on earth?" She asks, Quill might want to know, and she likes the blue marble of a planet, against her better judgement, the clothing is nice. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire shrugs. "Just... this one villain put some woman in a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't scenario. She chose poorly, and if the Joker wasn't trying just to make a joke, many could have died. I tried to reach her heart... but she had suffered so much that it was barren. Nobody could have reached her. It was a minor thing - but I'm doubing myself." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora blinks. "And why hasen;t anyone killed this villian? That sounds like half the problem, you terrans have this problem with killing, even if it is for the right reason and the greater good. Maybe I should go and do that favour for you." She says as she lifts her bottle to her lips, pausing. "Some people are beyond saving, and some just don't want to be saved." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods. "I know. But... he didn't actually kill anyone. He just acted like choosing the money would make that happen. I was just bothered that that woman's heart was so desolate is all." 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora blinks a few times. "From what I know, a lantern's ring can only work with what's there, like most being in the universe, you cannot create somthing out of nothing, if there was nothing to work with, then it's not your fault, but the fault of the person you wished to help." She finishes the bottle and sets it down. "You are making yourself suffer for no reason." 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods. "Yeah, that's what I keep tellign myself. Even though, I just needed a few days away from it all. Your words are very wise." She glances at the green girl, nodding as she sips her beverage. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora nods and orders yet ANOTHER green bottle, of course, the quiet is cut through like a knife when... "Gamora! You got my brother arrested! Time to pay up!" A rather big hairy and anger-filled man says as he approaches the Green Bounty Huntress. Though, his loud boasting and bravado is broken when one of the empty bottle is smashed over his head, and his face is pressed to the bar, Gamora being much stronger than she looks. "You and your filthy cronies will leave me in peace, or I'll break the other one." "The other wha-AAHHHHH!" A loud snap is heard as Gamora breaks his arm at the elbow. and tosses the man aside before looking right at his followers, who scoop him up and scurry off. Dusting off her hands, Gamora takes her drinks and looks at Star Saphire. "My fan club." She says in her best attempt at somthing witty, quill would have been proud. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire nods slowly. "Yes, I can see. Very passionate fanbase. Reminds me of Justin Bieber. Most of his 'fans' want to kill him too." She smiles. "Oh right, some wannabe celebrity back home." She's smiling - feeling better about things. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora smiles and takes a drink of her green beer, at least, the amount she is drinking makes it likely that it's beer. "I like you, you have a name? or is 'Violet Woman' what I'll have to call you?" She says as she takes a step towards the woman and claims the stool next to her, the designs in her green skin easily seen now, and of course, one can tell that her purple and pink hair is a dye job, even if it is a very good one. 

:'''{{#var:28|Star Sapphire (28)}} has posed:''' Star Sapphire smiles. "Carol," she muses. "Your fanboy called you Gamora. That'd be your name. So there are other humans way out here in the middle of Knowhere?" she asks, smirking at the pun. 

:'''{{#var:161|Gamora (161)}} has posed:''' Gamora nods. "A few, I've seen a few green lanterns from Terra, and some spacers." Though she isn;t going to say his name, knowing quill he'd probably try and get frisky and end up on the wrong side of a violet ring. "Though there are quite alot of terran looking people from other places, like asguard, and sakaar." She says as she finishes that bottle of her green stuff and sets it aside, though doesnt get another one... yet. "Carol, it's a pretty name." 
}}

5396/Late Night in Gotham

2018-09-19T00:11:33Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/09/18
|Location=Gotham, Crime Alley.
|Synopsis=Red Robin meets Spoiler.
|Cast of Characters=54, 1134
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Old Gotham, not the most luxurious place in the city to be, or even a place where people in general want to be, though, it is where a certain vigilante has decided to focus his efforts for the night. Red Robin overlooks the main street in this run down part of town from a rooftop, his lense covered eyes look out at the city as he looks to his wrist mounted computer, crime alley has been a hotspot for the past two hours, three muggings and a drug deal, of course, all have failed, but still, they never learn. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler had not been out on a 'real' patrol in almost two months. The new job Steph had gotten had been keeping her beyond busy. It was a great job with great perks. But so far she had been far more focused on keeping the job, maintaining her course load at Gotham U up to expectations and sleeping to find time to go out as Spoiler. Not tonight! Tonight was gonna be different. The urge to go run the rooftops looking for two-bit criminals to take down was so strong it made her teeth itch. And so Stephanie had to heed The Call. Ditching her bike behind a small shed in a back alley, Spoiler made her way up to the rooftops not far from where Red Robin had taken up station. Not that she knows this yet. Other than Batman and Batwoman, she hadn't run into any of the other vigilanties and heroes of Gotham for quite some time, if ever. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin looks down at his computer screen, well, the drone feed anyway and frowns. Slipping into the shadows he moves from one roof to the other and stops as he takes note of Spoiler. Remembering her in the bat-files, he steps from the shadows, his voice modulator working as it should. "I see we have a rookie out tonight." he says with a bit of mirth in his voice as he looks her over. "I think you missed most of the fun, better to start fifteen minutes after sundown, than close to midnight." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler had been standing at the roof's edge and turned at the voice. "Rookie? Just because you've never run into me doesn't make me a rookie. I'm more of a sophomore thank you very much." Her cape swirls around her legs and ankles. She's also saved up enough to upgrade her costume and equipment even. Hamilton Arms has paid Steph quite well in her position as Kate Kane's personal assistant. Just not enough to quite figure out how to buy all the kevlar and composite armor she had determined was needed to make Spoiler less prone to grievous injuries. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin chuckles. "Oh? well then, let's see your work first hand then." he says as he points to one of the alley ways. "Drug deal in progress, though, thease particular lowlifes also like robbing their customers, let's see how you do." He says, content to watch her work. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler rolls her eyes. "That's very juvenille of you. Batman hasn't even been that demeaning to me." And with that she drops down to perch on a small roof where the building had been added on to. Crouched there she watched for a moment then pulled out a collapsalbe staff with her right hand, pressing the button to expand both sides. As the deal goes sour and the dealer decides to rob the hapless junkie she throws down a trio of smoke pellets - these she'd already upgraded thanks to some advice from Batwoman. (Dear Diary: Why is it that whenever men play dressed up vigilante they get into pissing contests over who can do it better. And heaven help you if you're female. They feel totally threatened and revert to Tween-aged school yard antagonism.) Dropping down into the smoke cloud, she immediately went for the drug dealer to disarm him of his firearm and then moved to try and take him down. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Watching with a critical eye, he gives a frown. "And it's not being demeaning, this is dangerous work, and it only get's more dangerous, might want to keep those feelings in check, else you could make a fatal mistake." He says as he waits for her to finish up. "Pretty good." he says as he pushes a button on his wrist com, landing to have a look at the delt with drug dealers, and turning on the buyers. "Save your money, this stuff will kill you." he says before grappeling back to the roof top. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler rolls her eyes again. "Okay. Whatever you say. Thanks, dad." She turns and makes her way toward another building before ascending again, muttering under her breath, "Just out looking to help and the World's Most Unhelpful Boy Scout just /had/ t'show up.." Reaching the roof she began to move away from the area and away from red Robin. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin shakes his head and moves off in the other direction. "Newbies..." He says making a small stop at Crime alley before vanishing into the night once more. 
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Red Robin

2018-09-11T06:33:57Z

Zephyr:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Tim Drake
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=54
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/ybzbt3zh
|FullName=Timothy Jackson "Tim" Drake-Wayne
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Wayne Manor, Crest Hill, Bristol Township
|Education=Gotham U
|Groups=[[Titans]], [[Batman Family]]
|Quote="Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them."
|PAge=19
|AAge=19
|DOB=19 July 2007
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=57 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Logan Lerman
|Profile=Tim Drake was the third Robin, having deduced the real identity of both Nightwing, and Batman, he confronted Bruce Wayne and proved that Batman needs a Robin. For several years he fought along side Batman. After his father was killed by Captain Boomerang the third Boy Wonder's demeanor became darker and more brooding, and with the arrival of Damian Wayne it was time to move on. And thus Red Robin was born!
|Quote="Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them."
|Description= Neither imposing, nor modest, this young man stands about 178 cm tall, and weighs approximately 57 kg. He has a balanced athletic physique, affording him both great power, and flexibility. Although still in high school, he has the confidence and bearing of a college student. His striking blue eyes regard the world around him with a curiosity and understanding that belies his years. There's fire and passion in those eyes. His black hair is worn slightly long, in a casually tussled way that looks to be natural, but often takes ages to get just right. It's hard to say which one is true with this young man. He might just have a little bit more growing to do, but regardless, he is in excellent condition. At first glance, his muscles appear to be lean and efficient, but there's more power to them than that. It's amazing what you can do with the right diet and training regimen. As Tim Drake, he wears stylish, but preppy attire. In the winter, he might be seen wearing a sleeveless jumper over a dress shirt and jeans. In the summer, he might wear a blue and white horizontally striped shirt and beige cargo shorts. But whatever the season, his outfits are always coordinated, look great on him, and are usually name brands. As Red Robin he wears black, red and gold, a black cowl covering his head with a X of utility belts across his chest ending in a stylized bird symbol. Another utility belt encircles his waist giving the vigilante plenty of tools to do his job and stay on mission.
|History=Born June 19th 2007 to Jack and Janet Drake, Tim was raised with a family who had their own company, a software company, as well as money to give Tim an easy childhood, well, to most. While his childhood wasn't a bad one, his parents didn't pay as much attention to him, leaving the boy to turn to the newest and quickly rising thing... The internet. Tim, from a very young age, was constantly around computers, and took to them like a duck in water, he learned how to navigate multiple operating systems, as well as how to code, hack and pretty much alter anything he could as long as it was computer based. As a teenager, the internet was his 'Gotham' and he was a white hat hacker and did what he could for the good of the people. Another thing Tim had was a very analytical mind, and a genius level intellect. He proved this when he figured out that Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. How he figured out the identity of the dynamic duo was pretty surreal. He saw the final performance of the Flying Graysons, saying that night was one of the great tragedies of the world. It was years later when he saw Robin do the same moves that a younger Dick Grayson was able to do, and this lead him to dig deeper, and eventually, he was able to make said deduction. Batman and Robin were his idols as a child, to the point that he usually dressed as The Batman as a child for Halloween. Though as he continued to watch the exploits of the dynamic duo, he continued to rightly deduce that the first Robin became Nightwing, and that the second Robin vanished, which caused much more aggressive actions out of Batman, who was already pretty darn aggressive. So after getting the go ahead from Dick to try and approach Bruce about wanting to become the next Robin, he did so, and much to his shock, wasn't told no, he was just put through the hardest testing and training one could imagine. Though, while training, he was not allowed to fight crime, not until Alfred gave him the old Robin costume to help Batman, which further proved his worth to the Dark Knight. Thus he was allowed to go on patrol with Batman, even though his training took precedence. He spent the school years training after class, and his summers he was sent abroad, Bruce telling his parents that it was for 'his education'. This lead him to be trained by some of the greatest martial artists and combatants in the world, most notably, Lady Shiva, who gifted him with his signature collapsible bo staff. Though she was upset that he wouldn't kill, still, his skill was impressive. Returning to Gotham, Tim took his role as Robin with a tenacious purpose, he and Batman were able to use their collective skillset to fight crime as only the Dynamic duo can. During this time Tim also joined the Titans and used the skills he learned from that team on how to fight villains who were a lot higher than just 'street level'. Eventually, the appearance of Damian Wayne brought Tim to the choice to give up the Robin mantle, and he took up the Red Robin mantle, still working closely with Batman, but as much more than a sidekick. Working with the rest of the Batman Family, he was a wonderful recon and infiltrator specialist, both physically, as well as on the internet. During this time though, Captain Boomerang killed his father, who has until this point figured out that Tim was Robin/Red Robin, and tried everything he could to stop his son from leading a reckless life. With the death of both his parents now, his mother's death happening a while ago, he became a ward of the Wayne estate, even though he is an adult, still, the gesture meant a lot. Tim left to finish his training after the loss of his parents, and toured the world, in this capacity, he was able to stop Russian smugglers and hackers, as well as completely foil a plan by the League of Assassins, this deed in itself had proven to himself that he not only was the hero he always wanted to be, but opened his eyes to just how good at it he was, when Ra's al Ghul referred to him as 'Detective..
|Personality=Red Robin is not an old man by any stretch of the imagination, but he has already gone through a series of changes in his young life. He was always driven. Even as a child, he was serious. That comes, part and parcel, with his incredible intellect, and that seriousness has only intensified with age and experience. But, unlike his mentor, he's always been able to make friends. Batman has associates, while Red Robin has friends. There is difference. And it all comes down to his wit. Red Robin has a sense of humour. He quips. He uses turn of phrases. He can yap with the best of them. As a superhero, a mouth can be as effective as any other weapon. It can unnerve and distract your opponents. As a civilian, it can set people at ease and help to integrate one's self within a group. And he's a geek. He likes science fiction, role-playing games. He is a nerd. But that too can help with his creativity. Red Robin is a detective, perhaps even better than Batman. The jury's still out on that. But he is keenly observant and very good at deductive reasoning. He lacks the experience of his mentor, but that will come in time. He was able to learn Batman's true identity using nothing but thoughtful contemplation and a bit of determination. Red Robin is unusually introspective. He knows his strengths and his weaknesses. He's able to admit when he's wrong. He will accept it, deal with it, and move on. He's working on some things, others, he may never get better at. And he's fine with that. He just wants to be the best Red Robin that he can be. He doesn't have to worry about the ones who came before, or who might come after. He can only be himself. He is cautious and careful. He will protect his identity, no matter the cost, because in protecting his identity, he is protecting those he cares about. When faced with a challenge such as a gang of bullies at school, there's not much he can do so long as there are witnesses to worry about. He's taken his lumps. But when that changes, when he can defend himself without worrying about risking his identity, he will do so. It's all about the situation. There is a time for restraint, and a time to let loose. Even when he does let go, it is always under highly controlled terms. That's just his way.
|Skills='''ACADEMICS''' Tim is no slouch when it comes to the more scholarly studies. To the point that he is entering his second year at Gotham U, and is already on a path to graduate in may with a four year degree. Science, history, advanced math, literature, and even theological studies are all par for the course for Tim. '''COMBAT''' Tae Kwan Do, Savate, Krav Maga, Judo, Ninjitsu, Shaolin Kungfu, Multiple styles of staff fighting and a skill with thrown weapons. Tim until recently didn't know how good we was at combat, easily within the top 25 skilled martial artists in the world. '''COMPUTERS''' A genius hacker on the level of someone who could break into high security systems and pull out what they need, Tim is none the less a White hat hacker, refusing to do anything that would be considered 'black hat'. His personal computer has a program written by himself using a modified version of his father's Drake OS, with a lot of dummy code written into it for someone to sift through just to figure out what he is doing, as well as his fail safes and back door programs to get into some of the most state of the art facilities in Gotham. '''DETECTIVE''' Tim is a genius when it comes to detective work, having been learning and fine tuning his investigative ability since he was a young child. Not only was he able to figure out batman and Nightwing's identity, but he has, from his computer, been able to feed enough information to GCPD to help them solve a lot of problems. This includes his skill at intimidation as well as interrogation. This has lead him to be known in certain circles as just as good as Batman when it comes to investigation. This also helps in tracking people down, electronically, or on foot. '''DRIVING''' Tim is a skilled driver, on par with a stunt driver and has been taught to drive almost any land vehicle, including a motorcycle, and can pilot aircraft, from a simple crop duster, to a commercial airplane, and anything in between. '''FIRST AID''' Being a normal Human, and having partners who are normal humans does require a bit of knowledge on how to get them patched up. Tim knows first aid at an EMT level and has had to patch people up in the middle of combat, including pulling bullets out of bodies. '''HARDWARE''' Half of the gear Tim uses he creates himself. He also tends to always be looking for ways to upgrade his suit and kit, to the point that he has even began to help other members of the batman family upgrade their kit as well. He is very apt at this type of work, maybe one day he can get a crack at a piece of Ironman's equipment and reverse engineer it, until then, he will work with what he has. '''LINGUIST''' Tim is Fluent in English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese (Cantonese and Mandarin), Russian, German, Italian, American Sign Language and French. '''MENTAL PROWESS''' Tim has a high Intellect, reflected in his school grades of him graduating top of his class at his high school, and a full scholarship to Gotham U. Also, this is reflected in the ease at which he learns and processes things. This has been further developed with training to make his mind a steel trap. Both with an Eidetic memory that forgets nothing, and the ability to greatly focus and resist psionic attacks for a time. '''PHYSICAL PROWESS''' Tim's body has been honed to be almost perfect. While he lacks the absolute nimbleness of Nightwing, or the raw brute force of Batman, he is somewhere in the middle. His shining achievement though is his stamina, which he has conditioned into being able to do things for far longer than other people. '''SUBTERFUGE''' Stealth, the art of surprise, voice throwing, disguise, escaping, and breaking and entering and bypassing security. Tim has to be able to get where he is going, and in that case, learning to be a quiet birdie has given him more options to fight crime. He is one of the best at this sort of thing, being the go to Batclan member for anything regarding recon and infiltration. '''TACTICS''' Chess, risk, and even computer games like command and conquer and starcraft have gifted Tim with a working knowledge of tactics and strategy, top that with many books on the subject that he has read. This was further enhanced by his time as leader of the titans, and the constant mental training from Bruce. '''VIDEO GAMES''' Some people will say that Gaming isn't a skill, though, they change their mind when they see what Tim can actually do. Multiple speed run records, a few online fighting game records, and quite a few popular MMOs he plays have him in the top end game guilds.
|Resources='''BATCAVE''' Tim has access to the batcave and all the vehicles, labs, and weapons therein. '''BIRD'S NEST''' It's not really used as a secret base, just a catche of gear and a few hidden servers for information retrieval. Located at the tallest point in gotham, though, not the watchtower, Tim keeps a good eye on the city, that and his scanning systems can easily get a better view of the city from there. '''HACKERNET''' They aren't 'real' at least, there is no way to find them unless you know what you are doing, and it works much like anonymous, a simple message and an IP to hit, and watch the chaos ensue, granted, it's for the good of the people. Tim has of course, taken part is many such hacktivist activities, against Criminal Hackers, institutions that are shady at best, and even against known spyware based attacks. '''MODIFIED DRAKE OS''' This system is designed to bypass security, assess the deep web without detection, and uses his phone as a drawing point to mark and catalog hotspots and other points of interest. The main bulk of the code is kept on Tim's Unix Server, with a normal PC as a Decoy. With this personally modified code there are only a handful of places Tim can't access, and he has yet to see anyone who can breach his own system. The machines that are integrated to this OS are: Server, Wayne Tech android phone, Android Tablet, Google glass headset and the Bat Computer. '''RED CYCLE''' Tim new motorcycle that houses a high performance engine as well as a lot of compartments for gadgets and other gizmos that Tim can use while on patrol. '''STAFF''' Red Robin's weapon of choice is a collapsible Bo Staff, extending from a 4-inch cylinder to a 5-foot staff. The staff is made from a titanium alloy and is capable of supporting 300 lbs. Robin can also use the staff as a pole vault to add to his jumping range. It has holes drilled n either end to create a disorienting whistle sound. One end has a retractable blade used as a utility item. (Will not use the blade in combat.) '''SUIT''' Cowl: Fire Resistant double stitched Synthetic Kevlar in the computer chips and memory storage that connects to the cowl's lenses sewn in between the stitching. Includes polarizing lenses to protect from flash attacks and infra-red, Night Vision, and Ultraviolet lenses. The lenses also have a 'HeadsUp Display' system for displaying various information relayed by the computer and communications systems. An earbud and a microphone in the high collar are tied into a high-frequency radio system capable of accessing commercial, police, marine, military, and private radio channels like the ones used by the Bat-Clan and the Titans. A voice modulator is used to mask his voice. Cape: Fire Resistant double stitched memory cloth that will fan out into a wing like pattern when a electrical current is introduced to it. Both corners of the Cape have a three pound weight built into them for a blunt attack and has small rigid plate inserts spaced out to provide protection and flexibility. Armor: Chest, Gauntlets, Boots and Leggings are triple weave fire, bullet and puncture resistant Kevlar. Additional plates in the non moving parts of the armor for more defense as well as impact padding has been added to the knuckles, elbow, knee, and other striking areas to increase the effect of blows. A Mandarin-style collar conceals a steel gorget, protecting Red Robin's throat from choke holds and garrotes. Left Gauntlet: Robin's left gauntlet has a portable computer system with a flip-up screen and touch-pad keyboard. It is capable of wireless connections to wireless networks and servers. There is also an extendable cable for direct wired connection to computers. The wrist computer system stores common hacking and anti-electronic security programs, as well as custom programs to hack in and control camera systems. Using the wireless connection, Red Robin can have remote access to his usual computer systems (Batcomputer, Titan's Tower systems), to send and receive data. There are also remote controls for the Red Cycle and other vehicles that Robin has common access to, like the Batmobile and the Batwing. Under the wrist is a Grapple line, able to withstand one ton of pressure. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Right Gauntlet: The top is a holding compartment for Robin's Collapsible staff, Lockpick multi-tool and Synthetic Silk breather mask. Below the wrist is a smoke, flash, Thermite, tear gas, and sleep pellet deployment system with 24 pellets each. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Boots: Steel toe boots with plates in the soles to cushion landings. The bottom of the boots are ribbed for better traction and aiding in silent movements. Notes: The whole suit is lead lined with a lead based liquid inside the stitching. The computerized parts of the suit can go 36 hours without needing a charge. The colors of the suit were darkened for better stealth, with the green parts done away, and a darker red and black scheme set into it. '''TRUST FUND''' Tim has quite the Trust fund in his name from the untimely death of his parents. This includes enough money to make sure that he can easily get through college, as well as a locked business account to his father's former company (80 percent share.) which is currently run by a CFO rendering Tim not needing to worry about that business. '''UTILITY BELT''' An eight pouch ultility belt that is rigged to give off an electrical shock if not opened correctly, Only Tim and Bruce currently know the correct way to open it. Pouch 1 - Holds Eight Standard Robin Rangs. Pouch 2 - Holds Eight Explosive Robin Rangs. Pouch 3 - Holds a Laser Torch and Forensics Kit. Pouch 4 - Holds Eight Small Tracking Devices and Four Video Capture Devices. Pouch 5 - Holds Explosive Gel Canister. Twentyfour Uses. Pouch 6 - Holds Four Replacement Grapple Lines. Pouch 7 - Holds a First Aid Kit (Bandages, Disinfectant, Anti Venom.) Pouch 8 - Holds Eight Bolas that can give a taser like electrical Charge. Extras: Unless stated, Robin doesn't usually carry this stuff, though, they are at the Batcave if needed. Leadbased smoke pellets, Kryptonite Ring, Mini Forensics Kit, Concussive Grenades, Sticky Bombs, Electric Robin-Rangs, Suit Repair Kit, Demolitions kit, Thermal Kit. Tim will have two thousand dollars in cash on him, just incase there should ever be a need for it while out as Red Robin.
|Weaknesses='''BATTLE CRUTCH''' While physically in a very good shape, he still doesn't have the raw strength that Bruce or Dick has, which leads him to use his staff to even the playing field. Should he be unable to use said weapon against the stronger villains, he might be in for a rough time. '''NORMAL HUMAN''' Tim is a Normal Human, and who's to say he wont go up against a metahuman criminal. This would put him physically at a disadvantage, mentally he should be fine. '''SECRET IDENTITY''' Tim is Red Robin, and if the criminal factor found that out, it could spell a lot of trouble for the young Hero. Not to mention his family and friends. '''STUBBORN''' Tim is extremely stubborn, and while it gives him a no quit attitude, sometimes he just doesn't know when to quit or let go, leading him to over work himself, miss out on sleep, and generally focus on one thing with a slight bit of tunnel vision. That doesn't mean he can't multi task, but if something bothers him enough, good luck trying to get him to unwind. '''TRACED''' Oh it can happen, and certain people could find out that the Heir to the Drake Fortune has been causing a bit of ruckus on the web, while the average criminal wouldn't know where to begin, someone like Oracle, or Calculator, probably could.
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[[Category:Titans]][[Category:Batman Family]]

Red Robin

2018-09-11T06:31:15Z

Zephyr:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Tim Drake
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=54
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/ybzbt3zh
|FullName=Timothy Jackson "Tim" Drake-Wayne
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Wayne Manor, Crest Hill, Bristol Township
|Education=Gotham Academy
|Groups=[[Titans]], [[Batman Family]]
|Quote="Hesitation... second guessing... self-pity... Leave them behind. They're death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught you... what Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Conner's own special "techniques." Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don't be any of them. Be all of them."
|PAge=19
|AAge=19
|DOB=19 July 2007
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=57 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Logan Lerman
|Profile=Tim Drake was the third Robin, having deduced the real identity of both Nightwing, and Batman, he confronted Bruce Wayne and proved that Batman needs a Robin. For several years he fought along side Batman. After his father was killed by Captain Boomerang the third Boy Wonder's demeanor became darker and more brooding, and with the arrival of Damian Wayne it was time to move on. And thus Red Robin was born!
|Quote="Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. We've been to hell and back together, but our bond remains intact. Our love. Our friendship. Our camaraderie. Old. New. It doesn't matter. As long as there are Titans, we will have a tower. Titans Together. Titans Forever."
|Description= Neither imposing, nor modest, this young man stands about 178 cm tall, and weighs approximately 57 kg. He has a balanced athletic physique, affording him both great power, and flexibility. Although still in high school, he has the confidence and bearing of a college student. His striking blue eyes regard the world around him with a curiosity and understanding that belies his years. There's fire and passion in those eyes. His black hair is worn slightly long, in a casually tussled way that looks to be natural, but often takes ages to get just right. It's hard to say which one is true with this young man. He might just have a little bit more growing to do, but regardless, he is in excellent condition. At first glance, his muscles appear to be lean and efficient, but there's more power to them than that. It's amazing what you can do with the right diet and training regimen. As Tim Drake, he wears stylish, but preppy attire. In the winter, he might be seen wearing a sleeveless jumper over a dress shirt and jeans. In the summer, he might wear a blue and white horizontally striped shirt and beige cargo shorts. But whatever the season, his outfits are always coordinated, look great on him, and are usually name brands. As Red Robin he wears black, red and gold, a black cowl covering his head with a X of utility belts across his chest ending in a stylized bird symbol. Another utility belt encircles his waist giving the vigilante plenty of tools to do his job and stay on mission.
|History=Born June 19th 2007 to Jack and Janet Drake, Tim was raised with a family who had their own company, a software company, as well as money to give Tim an easy childhood, well, to most. While his childhood wasn't a bad one, his parents didn't pay as much attention to him, leaving the boy to turn to the newest and quickly rising thing... The internet. Tim, from a very young age, was constantly around computers, and took to them like a duck in water, he learned how to navigate multiple operating systems, as well as how to code, hack and pretty much alter anything he could as long as it was computer based. As a teenager, the internet was his 'Gotham' and he was a white hat hacker and did what he could for the good of the people. Another thing Tim had was a very analytical mind, and a genius level intellect. He proved this when he figured out that Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. How he figured out the identity of the dynamic duo was pretty surreal. He saw the final performance of the Flying Graysons, saying that night was one of the great tragedies of the world. It was years later when he saw Robin do the same moves that a younger Dick Grayson was able to do, and this lead him to dig deeper, and eventually, he was able to make said deduction. Batman and Robin were his idols as a child, to the point that he usually dressed as The Batman as a child for Halloween. Though as he continued to watch the exploits of the dynamic duo, he continued to rightly deduce that the first Robin became Nightwing, and that the second Robin vanished, which caused much more aggressive actions out of Batman, who was already pretty darn aggressive. So after getting the go ahead from Dick to try and approach Bruce about wanting to become the next Robin, he did so, and much to his shock, wasn't told no, he was just put through the hardest testing and training one could imagine. Though, while training, he was not allowed to fight crime, not until Alfred gave him the old Robin costume to help Batman, which further proved his worth to the Dark Knight. Thus he was allowed to go on patrol with Batman, even though his training took precedence. He spent the school years training after class, and his summers he was sent abroad, Bruce telling his parents that it was for 'his education'. This lead him to be trained by some of the greatest martial artists and combatants in the world, most notably, Lady Shiva, who gifted him with his signature collapsible bo staff. Though she was upset that he wouldn't kill, still, his skill was impressive. Returning to Gotham, Tim took his role as Robin with a tenacious purpose, he and Batman were able to use their collective skillset to fight crime as only the Dynamic duo can. During this time Tim also joined the Titans and used the skills he learned from that team on how to fight villains who were a lot higher than just 'street level'. Eventually, the appearance of Damian Wayne brought Tim to the choice to give up the Robin mantle, and he took up the Red Robin mantle, still working closely with Batman, but as much more than a sidekick. Working with the rest of the Batman Family, he was a wonderful recon and infiltrator specialist, both physically, as well as on the internet. During this time though, Captain Boomerang killed his father, who has until this point figured out that Tim was Robin/Red Robin, and tried everything he could to stop his son from leading a reckless life. With the death of both his parents now, his mother's death happening a while ago, he became a ward of the Wayne estate, even though he is an adult, still, the gesture meant a lot. Tim left to finish his training after the loss of his parents, and toured the world, in this capacity, he was able to stop Russian smugglers and hackers, as well as completely foil a plan by the League of Assassins, this deed in itself had proven to himself that he not only was the hero he always wanted to be, but opened his eyes to just how good at it he was, when Ra's al Ghul referred to him as 'Detective..
|Personality=Red Robin is not an old man by any stretch of the imagination, but he has already gone through a series of changes in his young life. He was always driven. Even as a child, he was serious. That comes, part and parcel, with his incredible intellect, and that seriousness has only intensified with age and experience. But, unlike his mentor, he's always been able to make friends. Batman has associates, while Red Robin has friends. There is difference. And it all comes down to his wit. Red Robin has a sense of humour. He quips. He uses turn of phrases. He can yap with the best of them. As a superhero, a mouth can be as effective as any other weapon. It can unnerve and distract your opponents. As a civilian, it can set people at ease and help to integrate one's self within a group. And he's a geek. He likes science fiction, role-playing games. He is a nerd. But that too can help with his creativity. Red Robin is a detective, perhaps even better than Batman. The jury's still out on that. But he is keenly observant and very good at deductive reasoning. He lacks the experience of his mentor, but that will come in time. He was able to learn Batman's true identity using nothing but thoughtful contemplation and a bit of determination. Red Robin is unusually introspective. He knows his strengths and his weaknesses. He's able to admit when he's wrong. He will accept it, deal with it, and move on. He's working on some things, others, he may never get better at. And he's fine with that. He just wants to be the best Red Robin that he can be. He doesn't have to worry about the ones who came before, or who might come after. He can only be himself. He is cautious and careful. He will protect his identity, no matter the cost, because in protecting his identity, he is protecting those he cares about. When faced with a challenge such as a gang of bullies at school, there's not much he can do so long as there are witnesses to worry about. He's taken his lumps. But when that changes, when he can defend himself without worrying about risking his identity, he will do so. It's all about the situation. There is a time for restraint, and a time to let loose. Even when he does let go, it is always under highly controlled terms. That's just his way.
|Skills='''ACADEMICS''' Tim is no slouch when it comes to the more scholarly studies. To the point that he is entering his second year at Gotham U, and is already on a path to graduate in may with a four year degree. Science, history, advanced math, literature, and even theological studies are all par for the course for Tim. '''COMBAT''' Tae Kwan Do, Savate, Krav Maga, Judo, Ninjitsu, Shaolin Kungfu, Multiple styles of staff fighting and a skill with thrown weapons. Tim until recently didn't know how good we was at combat, easily within the top 25 skilled martial artists in the world. '''COMPUTERS''' A genius hacker on the level of someone who could break into high security systems and pull out what they need, Tim is none the less a White hat hacker, refusing to do anything that would be considered 'black hat'. His personal computer has a program written by himself using a modified version of his father's Drake OS, with a lot of dummy code written into it for someone to sift through just to figure out what he is doing, as well as his fail safes and back door programs to get into some of the most state of the art facilities in Gotham. '''DETECTIVE''' Tim is a genius when it comes to detective work, having been learning and fine tuning his investigative ability since he was a young child. Not only was he able to figure out batman and Nightwing's identity, but he has, from his computer, been able to feed enough information to GCPD to help them solve a lot of problems. This includes his skill at intimidation as well as interrogation. This has lead him to be known in certain circles as just as good as Batman when it comes to investigation. This also helps in tracking people down, electronically, or on foot. '''DRIVING''' Tim is a skilled driver, on par with a stunt driver and has been taught to drive almost any land vehicle, including a motorcycle, and can pilot aircraft, from a simple crop duster, to a commercial airplane, and anything in between. '''FIRST AID''' Being a normal Human, and having partners who are normal humans does require a bit of knowledge on how to get them patched up. Tim knows first aid at an EMT level and has had to patch people up in the middle of combat, including pulling bullets out of bodies. '''HARDWARE''' Half of the gear Tim uses he creates himself. He also tends to always be looking for ways to upgrade his suit and kit, to the point that he has even began to help other members of the batman family upgrade their kit as well. He is very apt at this type of work, maybe one day he can get a crack at a piece of Ironman's equipment and reverse engineer it, until then, he will work with what he has. '''LINGUIST''' Tim is Fluent in English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese (Cantonese and Mandarin), Russian, German, Italian, American Sign Language and French. '''MENTAL PROWESS''' Tim has a high Intellect, reflected in his school grades of him graduating top of his class at his high school, and a full scholarship to Gotham U. Also, this is reflected in the ease at which he learns and processes things. This has been further developed with training to make his mind a steel trap. Both with an Eidetic memory that forgets nothing, and the ability to greatly focus and resist psionic attacks for a time. '''PHYSICAL PROWESS''' Tim's body has been honed to be almost perfect. While he lacks the absolute nimbleness of Nightwing, or the raw brute force of Batman, he is somewhere in the middle. His shining achievement though is his stamina, which he has conditioned into being able to do things for far longer than other people. '''SUBTERFUGE''' Stealth, the art of surprise, voice throwing, disguise, escaping, and breaking and entering and bypassing security. Tim has to be able to get where he is going, and in that case, learning to be a quiet birdie has given him more options to fight crime. He is one of the best at this sort of thing, being the go to Batclan member for anything regarding recon and infiltration. '''TACTICS''' Chess, risk, and even computer games like command and conquer and starcraft have gifted Tim with a working knowledge of tactics and strategy, top that with many books on the subject that he has read. This was further enhanced by his time as leader of the titans, and the constant mental training from Bruce. '''VIDEO GAMES''' Some people will say that Gaming isn't a skill, though, they change their mind when they see what Tim can actually do. Multiple speed run records, a few online fighting game records, and quite a few popular MMOs he plays have him in the top end game guilds.
|Resources='''BATCAVE''' Tim has access to the batcave and all the vehicles, labs, and weapons therein. '''BIRD'S NEST''' It's not really used as a secret base, just a catche of gear and a few hidden servers for information retrieval. Located at the tallest point in gotham, though, not the watchtower, Tim keeps a good eye on the city, that and his scanning systems can easily get a better view of the city from there. '''HACKERNET''' They aren't 'real' at least, there is no way to find them unless you know what you are doing, and it works much like anonymous, a simple message and an IP to hit, and watch the chaos ensue, granted, it's for the good of the people. Tim has of course, taken part is many such hacktivist activities, against Criminal Hackers, institutions that are shady at best, and even against known spyware based attacks. '''MODIFIED DRAKE OS''' This system is designed to bypass security, assess the deep web without detection, and uses his phone as a drawing point to mark and catalog hotspots and other points of interest. The main bulk of the code is kept on Tim's Unix Server, with a normal PC as a Decoy. With this personally modified code there are only a handful of places Tim can't access, and he has yet to see anyone who can breach his own system. The machines that are integrated to this OS are: Server, Wayne Tech android phone, Android Tablet, Google glass headset and the Bat Computer. '''RED CYCLE''' Tim new motorcycle that houses a high performance engine as well as a lot of compartments for gadgets and other gizmos that Tim can use while on patrol. '''STAFF''' Red Robin's weapon of choice is a collapsible Bo Staff, extending from a 4-inch cylinder to a 5-foot staff. The staff is made from a titanium alloy and is capable of supporting 300 lbs. Robin can also use the staff as a pole vault to add to his jumping range. It has holes drilled n either end to create a disorienting whistle sound. One end has a retractable blade used as a utility item. (Will not use the blade in combat.) '''SUIT''' Cowl: Fire Resistant double stitched Synthetic Kevlar in the computer chips and memory storage that connects to the cowl's lenses sewn in between the stitching. Includes polarizing lenses to protect from flash attacks and infra-red, Night Vision, and Ultraviolet lenses. The lenses also have a 'HeadsUp Display' system for displaying various information relayed by the computer and communications systems. An earbud and a microphone in the high collar are tied into a high-frequency radio system capable of accessing commercial, police, marine, military, and private radio channels like the ones used by the Bat-Clan and the Titans. A voice modulator is used to mask his voice. Cape: Fire Resistant double stitched memory cloth that will fan out into a wing like pattern when a electrical current is introduced to it. Both corners of the Cape have a three pound weight built into them for a blunt attack and has small rigid plate inserts spaced out to provide protection and flexibility. Armor: Chest, Gauntlets, Boots and Leggings are triple weave fire, bullet and puncture resistant Kevlar. Additional plates in the non moving parts of the armor for more defense as well as impact padding has been added to the knuckles, elbow, knee, and other striking areas to increase the effect of blows. A Mandarin-style collar conceals a steel gorget, protecting Red Robin's throat from choke holds and garrotes. Left Gauntlet: Robin's left gauntlet has a portable computer system with a flip-up screen and touch-pad keyboard. It is capable of wireless connections to wireless networks and servers. There is also an extendable cable for direct wired connection to computers. The wrist computer system stores common hacking and anti-electronic security programs, as well as custom programs to hack in and control camera systems. Using the wireless connection, Red Robin can have remote access to his usual computer systems (Batcomputer, Titan's Tower systems), to send and receive data. There are also remote controls for the Red Cycle and other vehicles that Robin has common access to, like the Batmobile and the Batwing. Under the wrist is a Grapple line, able to withstand one ton of pressure. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Right Gauntlet: The top is a holding compartment for Robin's Collapsible staff, Lockpick multi-tool and Synthetic Silk breather mask. Below the wrist is a smoke, flash, Thermite, tear gas, and sleep pellet deployment system with 24 pellets each. Metal Plates in the fingers can be charged for a taser like attack. Boots: Steel toe boots with plates in the soles to cushion landings. The bottom of the boots are ribbed for better traction and aiding in silent movements. Notes: The whole suit is lead lined with a lead based liquid inside the stitching. The computerized parts of the suit can go 36 hours without needing a charge. The colors of the suit were darkened for better stealth, with the green parts done away, and a darker red and black scheme set into it. '''TRUST FUND''' Tim has quite the Trust fund in his name from the untimely death of his parents. This includes enough money to make sure that he can easily get through college, as well as a locked business account to his father's former company (80 percent share.) which is currently run by a CFO rendering Tim not needing to worry about that business. '''UTILITY BELT''' An eight pouch ultility belt that is rigged to give off an electrical shock if not opened correctly, Only Tim and Bruce currently know the correct way to open it. Pouch 1 - Holds Eight Standard Robin Rangs. Pouch 2 - Holds Eight Explosive Robin Rangs. Pouch 3 - Holds a Laser Torch and Forensics Kit. Pouch 4 - Holds Eight Small Tracking Devices and Four Video Capture Devices. Pouch 5 - Holds Explosive Gel Canister. Twentyfour Uses. Pouch 6 - Holds Four Replacement Grapple Lines. Pouch 7 - Holds a First Aid Kit (Bandages, Disinfectant, Anti Venom.) Pouch 8 - Holds Eight Bolas that can give a taser like electrical Charge. Extras: Unless stated, Robin doesn't usually carry this stuff, though, they are at the Batcave if needed. Leadbased smoke pellets, Kryptonite Ring, Mini Forensics Kit, Concussive Grenades, Sticky Bombs, Electric Robin-Rangs, Suit Repair Kit, Demolitions kit, Thermal Kit. Tim will have two thousand dollars in cash on him, just incase there should ever be a need for it while out as Red Robin.
|Weaknesses='''BATTLE CRUTCH''' While physically in a very good shape, he still doesn't have the raw strength that Bruce or Dick has, which leads him to use his staff to even the playing field. Should he be unable to use said weapon against the stronger villains, he might be in for a rough time. '''NORMAL HUMAN''' Tim is a Normal Human, and who's to say he wont go up against a metahuman criminal. This would put him physically at a disadvantage, mentally he should be fine. '''SECRET IDENTITY''' Tim is Red Robin, and if the criminal factor found that out, it could spell a lot of trouble for the young Hero. Not to mention his family and friends. '''STUBBORN''' Tim is extremely stubborn, and while it gives him a no quit attitude, sometimes he just doesn't know when to quit or let go, leading him to over work himself, miss out on sleep, and generally focus on one thing with a slight bit of tunnel vision. That doesn't mean he can't multi task, but if something bothers him enough, good luck trying to get him to unwind. '''TRACED''' Oh it can happen, and certain people could find out that the Heir to the Drake Fortune has been causing a bit of ruckus on the web, while the average criminal wouldn't know where to begin, someone like Oracle, or Calculator, probably could.
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5346/Robin Fight

2018-09-11T05:54:38Z

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|Location=Training Hall - Batcave
|Synopsis=Tim and Damian have a talk, and agree on something.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' An upgraded suit is always nice, improved kevlar, improved gauntlettes and a whole list of goodies. Tim is happy. Though that doesnt stop the fact that work still needs to be done, and that includes his own investigations along with those the fam as a whole have to look into, currently he has the training room looking like a soviet city, using his write mounted computer to replay a fight between two ex KGB members now on two different sides of the law. "And both are killed with no evidence..." He mumbles as he continues to watch this fight, hoping to get any sort of clue to why they both died only six hours after this fight. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Of course, the Family's suits are some of the most advanced tech available.   Damian had made his suit more akin to what he was used to wearing in the League. Much more warrior-like than others had. Damian twirls his sword as he walks, flourishing and landing with a smirk, right before he sees Red Robin and the smirk fades quickly to a scowl. "Oh, it's you." He says, sounding disappointed. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Yep, me." Tim says as he stops the fight playback and takes note of the knives in each of the now departed ex agent's hands. "Interesting, chemical analysis revealed that saild blades were coated with a paralyzing poison, usualy it's non lethal but..." he then does some calculations. "A potent dose would cause the heart to stop." he says as he turns the playback off, though he does leave the deserted town up, half dilapidated. "So, someone want's the Kremlin out of their business, laced drugs, dead agents..." He turns and looks at Damian. "...and the best time to get those laced drugs into gotham are when Bruce is dealing with the joker." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian looks around the simulation, taking it in. "So, some idiots think Batman is too occupied to pay attention to what they are doing." Of course, there's much more in Gotham than just the Bat. The Robins are definitely up to the task. "So, who do we have to slice open?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "I hope you mean that figurtively, we don't kill Damian, we are better than that." Tim says as he brings up a holo screen. "Three russian mafia cells were delt with while I was in Russia, the drugs came from your Grandfather, but I put a stop to that." he says as he looks sidways at Damian. "You'd be surpised what a few pounds of c-4 can do to a factory." he says as he closes the holo-screen. "The problem is that some of it was already unaccounted for, it takes once dose of the stuff to hook someone, and a second dose to be lethal." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian scowls towards Tim, looking over his new suit. "Did I say kill? No, I didn't."   Robin steps closer to Tim, looking to the scene. "He's trying to kill those who get hooked. Cull the herd." He doesn't seem very put off by it, but he doesn't seem keen on following the footsteps of his grandfather. "So, someone pushed it to Gotham, cross reference deaths due to overdose and pull up the toxicology results." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Cull the herd? So you know why Shephard is an occupation? Because sheep need to be kept safe, from the wolves that would destroy them." Tim says as he pulls up his findings to show damian. "And I have. This particular set of drugs hasent been released yet, just the normal everyday stuff." He says with a frown, he turns to Damian. "And it's easy to think that when you use words like 'slice open'. Still I've got survalence on the port, as well as hacked most shipping computers for anything comming via land, if it's comming into gotham, I'll get it, destroy it, and break up another cell." Simple sounding. "And there are enough of us around to handle things, has batman brought you with him on his trailing the joker yet? Or has he spared you that particular view into insanity?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian's scowl grows. "I am more than capable of using my sword and not kill someone. And I do so on a nightly basis." Robin sheathes the sword for now. "I've been on Joker's trail before. Father was more proud I could stare into the abyss and not be phased. There's a difference between myself and the Joker. I'm not a deranged sociopath." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and turns to Damian. "Yeah, you'd be surpised what people can live through. Though, do you know the real reason Batman has a Robin?" He asks as he leans against one of the dilapitated buildings, odd how a construct made of light can almost feel like the real thing. "And of course you're different from the joker, I doubt that kind of crazy can ever be duplicated." Tim says with a small hint of uncertanty. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Richard told me. That's why you were Robin." From under the mask and the white eyelets he rolls his eyes. It's true, for many reasons, he actually was Robin because Bruce showed him he could be better than the weapon of the League.   "I a-was an assassin. Not...that." He comments, twisting his neck and popping the joint. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods. "That's right, I also figured out who Bruce and Dick really were, and I saw the depths that bruce could fall to if he didn't have somthing to keep him from going past that point of no return." he says with a frown. "Jason's death was really hard on him, you'd have thought he would have killed the joker for it, not just put him in arkham in a body cast..." he says with a sigh. "But he keeps pushing it, the clown goes further and further." he says as he pushes off the wall. "Bruce can't kill anyone, the state of his mind would be catastrophic, though that's the end game isn't it?' he says as he looks at Damian. "Eventually one of them has to die." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian's eyes glower, he tried to not face that fact. But he also knew which way he would ultimately fall in it. "That may be the case. But it's up to us to make sure it won't be Father." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks to Damian. "On that, we can deffinately agree. It also shouldn't be Bruce that kills him. I've thought about it, how easy it would be to just put two in his head, he wouldn't expect it, but the day I do that, is the day I will wear my costume no longer." he says with a frown. "We tried everything else, the last shrink who tried well... you've seen Harley." he says as he moves towards the door. "Good talk, when I figure out where the drugs are comming in from, I'll give you a message, maybe we can do it together, at the very least bruce would be happy for it." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "You, or me. It doesn't matter." He comments on who does the deed. "I've killed enough for it not to matter on my soul." Not that he believes in it.   Damian nods to Tim as he comments on the drugs. "Not a word to Grayson. He wouldn't stop being...ugh...happy about us getting along." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Dicks a good guy, and deserves to be happy about things, but I see your point." Tim says with a smirk as the door to the trainning room opens up. "Happiness is like sunshine, sometimes it's good, to much and it gets painful." 
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5311/Red Rescue

2018-09-09T19:49:08Z

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|Location=Gotham City
|Synopsis=Red Robin saves Ekatrina from some Thugs and learns about her idea to open a Gallery.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' It's near midnight and a small woman is making her way around an industrial area like she owns the place. In fact she does. Ekaterina sips her coffee and munches on a large nutella flavored Italian doughnut. The few female friends she has are jealous that she seems to be able to eat anything she likes and retain her figure. Little does she know she is being followed. The predators are out. Kat is no ordinary little girl though and perhaps it is this which is the source of her overconfidence. As she rounds a corner she runs headfirst into a couple muggers. One of them blocks her passage and the other her retreat. "Money now bitch!" says the larger of the men. "Oh Iv've never been robbed in Gotham before," Kat says cheerily rummaging through her bag. Her elevated mood begins to damage the calm of the two muggers who look at eachother in confusion. "Do you want my credit cards as well or just cash?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "They want... a beatdown." Comes a distorted voice as two white eyes peek out from the shadows. "Last warning, leave her." The voice says as a staff comes into view, as if from out of nowhere. Stepping from the shadows is Red Robin, a scowl on his face and a no nonsense set to his step as he continues to walk forward. Both muggers charge at him. "So stupid..." He says as one gets a kick to the jaw, and is pinned to an alley wall as the staff hits the other in the throat, pinning him to the opposite wall. "Have fun in jail." He says as he does a spin and knocks both thugsa out cold. The staff vanishes back into his cape as he turns his gaze onto the woman. "This place isn't stafe after dark Miss." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' Kat watches the whole thing unfold, "Wow! You're Red Robin!" she exclaims. "Well I guess you are right that it is not safe. My two chiefs of security Gary and Chris will be really mad at me for putting myself in this position. But I got to meet you so that has to be one really big positive. I actually met Wonderwoman the other day you know. Had coffee with her. She's coming to one of my openings. When I'm done with this place here," she says pointing to the warehouse, "It will be another gallery. I gentrify relentlessly." If Kat were strangely happy to be robbed before as though the latter were a novel touristy experience she's simply exstatic to meet Red Robin. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Now he knows how Batman feels. Red Robin smirks. "Come, let me escort you out of this alley, if thease lowlifes have friends, they might come around." He says as he allows his cape to move around him, much like how Batman does, a single hand motioning for her to lead the way. He does however, shift through his cowl's many different types of filters to see if there is anything off about this woman, since someone being happy to be mugged doesn't exactly scream 'normal'. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "And a real gentleman too," Kat says doing as she is directed. "I left my car somewhere hereabouts but I have forgotten where it is in all the excitement. I hope it wasn't stolen. Even though its a cheapy." The girl surveys the skyline with her large almost anime cornflower blue eyes. "So do you superhero types hang out together? I mean is there a club where you gather? A superhero cafe?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "You'd have to become a superhero to find out." Red Robin says with a devilish smile. Her comment about a cheap car does raise his eyebrow abit, though, he does get to drive some of the most expensive, and exclusive vehicles -not- on the market. "You wouldn't happen to know it's general direction?" he says as he raises his arm and taps a few buttons on it's HUD, causing a drone to fly overhead, patching the camera feed to one of his cowl lenses. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "I don't know - I'm already sort of a villain see," Kat says in a very unconvincing manner reeking of utter harmlessness. "But I can see myself making the switch. Is there an application process?" Kat looks around for her car and waves her arm around in an arc that takes up about 90 degress - a /very/ general direction, "Theeeereish," she says. "Oh I didn't introduce myself Sono la Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci," she says switching to Italian. "But you can just cal me Kat." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "The pleasure is all mine mia bella." Red Robin responds in flawless Itallian, though his teacher must have been from compania, because that's the accent he has. "It's never too late for someone to turn over a new leaf, just because someone does nice things, doesnt mean you have to be nice about it." he says with a knowing smile. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "You make it sound so easy. But some of us are more than just people - some are forces of nature. Ever heard of En Sabah Nur or Apocalpse? Heard of Selene Galio the Black Queen?" Kat asks. "They might be a bit out of the circles of cookie cutter villains you have had to fight - if so be grateful." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "I think they should be greatful that they havent had to fight Batman. Though, I'm no slouch either, as you saw earlyer this evening." Red Robin says with a smile as he continues his walk with her. "And some of the villians I do face, I'd not call cookie cutter either." The Joker, Deathstroke, and countless others. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "They're immortal like literally not just that they don't age they are unkillable Red Robin. I've had quite a few run ins with Selene I try to keep things civil - that's the best course. Avoidance - maybe attacking their schemes rather than them personally. Ever run across Catwoman?" Kat asks with a measure of curiousity. Her questions may have outed her - or at least pushed her into the realm of someone who bears closer attention or investigation. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "And why is such a person in gotham? You know off thease immortals, and you have said you have had dealings with them based on that, and the fact that you probably have mountains of old money, I'm going to guess you arent a normal human." He says, well, he is the world's greatist detective, on par with batman. "But you also haven't caused a problem, and have been very good company, so I'm not going to push the issue further." That doesnt mean he isn't going to investigate more, or keep an eye on her, maybe subconsiously for more reason than just public saftey. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "I've stepped in it haven't I? I'm actually one of them. An external mutant. I haven't been around as long as either of them. But we are all unkillable, Hence my arrogance earlier. I'm in town trying to innocently open a gallery believe it or not but trouble always finds me. I try not to cause trouble but we Externals are all slightly unhinged so sometimes I cause a mess anyway. Like I said earlier we are all a sort of forces of nature representing abstractions. Apocalypse is Evolution. Selene is Corruption. I am Artifice. I think you'll find me much less megalomaniacal and not at all homicidal when compared to my older siblings as it were. If you come across either of them or any other Externals you might want to hunt me down for help. Things can get a little one sided otherwise," Kat offers with a small smile. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "Well, I have quite the royalty with me don't I? And I'm just a masked Vigilante." Red Robin says, though, some would say he is less than that, other, would say he is much more as well. "Well, you can still use your power for good, I mean, opening up galleries is all well and good, and Gotham has no shortage of well to dos who would enjoying partnering with you." he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "I do a few things. I also teach Art History at a community college and bankroll a soup kitchen for the homeless. But that is all back in New York I have yet to establish anything of note in Gotham." Kat says with a measure of pride. "The age which I came from demanded that nobility give alms even go on pilgrimage and live with the poor. Those habits are something I wish people had maintained. Oh by the way - can you keep the whole Mutant thing under your hat. I'd rather it weren't in the news. Tell who you have to if you deem it absolutely necessary of course." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin blinks for a second and then looks back to the direction of the warehouse. "Tell you what... put me on the guest list for your gallery's opening, and I'll keep our secret between us. Alvin Draper." of course it's one of his fake names, and looking up that name lists him as a criminal thief, but at least there is a name to go with the face that will show up at her showing. "And charity is always good, one of the best virtues I beleive humanity has." 

:'''{{#var:1849|Ekaterina Vespucci (1849)}} has posed:''' "Done and done," Kat says. "Diana Prince is coming too if she can fit it in her schedule. I'll see who else I can talk nito coming. I might even try and get Selene Gallio to come. That'd be a hoot. She is actually surprisingly social and nice in public." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin would make a point of bringing up Bruce's name, but he knows better than to get in the middle of what the big man is doing right now. "Well then Mia Bella, until then." he says as he lifts her hand and kisses the back of it, before a puff of smoke causes him to vanish into thin air (or so people think.) leaving a contact card for her, with a simple phone number on it, and the address where her car is parked at. 
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5318/A New Star in Gotham

2018-09-09T19:48:25Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' With his new system online, and of course, making a test run of it before he shows it to Batman just incase there is a problem with it, Tim has bene callibrating said system while perking on a rooftop. Granted, Batman isn;t the person he is worried about with this peice of software, that bit of worry is reserve3d for another. It's been quite the quiet night, and aside from an angery drunk and a pickpocket, no real crime is happening in this section, he wonders if the others are having any more fun. "Red Robin to Oracle, no updates." he says, calling in his hourly update. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r was flying around Gotham like a streaking red comet. Last time she was here she saw her old boyfriend Nightwing and came to visit. This time, she came with another of Batman's proteges as she decides to land by Red Robin right as he did his report. "Tell Oracle that Starfire says hi," she cooos. "I thought this place was supposed to be a wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's boring tonight. I did see some weird garden surrouned by spiky trees though." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin looks up and offers Kory a smile. "That sounds like ivy's Garden, she isn;t on the radar, well, anymore than any other criminal who hasent been commiting crimes lately." He says as he stands up and scans the street. "But no, nothing, I get back from russian and it's one night of computer work, and then two nights of petty theivery, none of the rogues gallery are even mucking about." he says with a huff. "How's things been with you star? The tower still standing?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "Yeah. Oh... ummm..." She fidgets. "The Silkie slipped into your room... you... might need to change your bed. Sorry." She lowers her head. "He kinda drooled on your sheets." She shrugs. "What's Batman like?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin chuckles. "At least he didn't eat the bed. Wait.. did he eat my bed?" he asks of Kory as he tilts his head. "Quiet, Brooding, intense, pretty much Batman. Alot like Robin, only he has experience to backup his words." He says with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "You might need new sheets. But he didn't eat your bed. But back to Batman, were you not one of his students?" she asks softly. "You are a Robin, are you not?" She sighs softly. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod Tim smiles. "Yep, I was Robin, before the current Robin, now I'm Red Robin." He says with a smile before looking out to the street again. "I think tonight is a bust, or the heights arent a hotspot tonight." He says as he looks to his arm mounted computer, so much tech in such a small device. "So, why the interest in batman Kory?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r shrugs. "Because everyone says such horrible things about him." She smiles. "Oh, I ordered something online. It just showed up." She pulls a vial out of her pocket. "It's called denatonium benzoate. Brand name Bitrex. Said to be about the most bitter compound ever discovered. I cant waist to taste it." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "They do, and some of it is true. But remember, batman has what's best for people in mind always. His methods might be harsh, and he might look more like a scowling monster, but, he cares Star, about everyone. is it hard to deal with him? Sure, it takes getting used to, but does he always get the job done? Yes." Tim says and then blinks at the vial. "I... don't think that's safe to ingest, well, for a human I don't think it is." 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r smiles. "That's just the thing. It is. It's not poison. It's just... well... it's considered extremely, astonishingly bitter. They put this stuff IN toxic stuff so people won't accidentally ingest it." She smiles faintly. "So - it should be like..." She ponders. "What's the sweetest thing you can think of? Like that. For me." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin chuckles. "Star. You should let me Record you eating things, a youtube channel called 'Will Star eat it'." he says with a smile. "The sweetest thing I can think of? well, maybe you, but I'm pretty sure you'd bite back." he says with a half smirk before looking down at his computer. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r grins widely. "Most definitely. You might like it though." She winks at you. "Anyway. That's for later. Well, since this is a dump, want to go for some pizza?" She blinks. "That would be a weird show. For if someone suggested something like 'ice cream', I wouldn't touch it." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' "I could go for some Pizza, though, I need to change out of this." he says and gives a wink. "Meet me at that Pizza parlor on the corner there, I'll be ready in a few." he says as he turns and shoots his grapple line and swoops into the dark alleyways. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r smiles faintly. "That's one advantage I have. I can't really disguise myself without a trench coat, so I don't bother. I'll order your favorite." She zips away in a fiery light. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Entering the Pizza Place is of course, Tim, wearing a white tishirt under a dealther jacket and a pair of jeans with some running shoes. His black hair is shoulder length, and his deep blue eyes look out behind a pair of glasses, though, if he needs them or not is another mater. "And what would my favorite be?" he asks Starfire as he steps next to her. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "Actually, I couldn't so I haven't ordered yet. Just ordered a pitcher of waer. They wouldnt' serve me a proper-tasting drink like beer." She smiles. "This is about the one thing I love as much as humans. Pizza." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake chuckles and tilts his head. "Most places like this don't serve beer." He says and orders himself a root Beer. "Funny, most people can't stand the taste, though I like it.' he says with a smile as he blinks at her. "Wait.. love as in 'am agreeable to' or love as in 'Like to eat'?" 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "I mean - when it comes to food, this is one thing where I, and humans, generally agree on. It's my favorite food, and I love it." She smiles faintly. "Lets' just order the 5-meat - that's always yummy." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods and smiles. "Ah, I get it, yes, the five meat, and extra cheese." he says as he orders it and turns to look at Kory. "So, just doing abit of flying around today?" He asks with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r nods. "Flying is like nothing else. I was also hoping to punch one of the bad guys that are supposed to live here but they were all scared of my beauty and light to come out." She smiles faintly. "Think I could get the Batman to laugh?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks at her question. "No... at least, not a genuine laugh, I've seen him fake it enough." He says and takes a sip of his drink. "And yeah, You might be the reason that there arent any 'bad guys' out tonight, which is a good thing, boring, but still a good thing, at least you're also good company." 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r blinks. "I am glad that you enjoy the hanging out." She smiles softly as the pizza order came in. She takes one drop of that Bitrex stuff and puts it into the water. She takes a sip and sighs happily. "Oh my, that's yummy!" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake blinks a few times and let's out a sigh. "Your culinary choices always amaze me Kory." he says as he takes a slice of Pizza and a packet of red pepper flakes. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r shrugs. "My culinary choices are based on what I find delicious and repulsive. Not my fault that it works differently for me than almost everyone else on the planet." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles. "I never said it was a bad thing, I mean people look at me sideways for liking sushi." he says with a smile as he starts to eat his slice of pizza. 

:'''{{#var:24|Koriand'r (24)}} has posed:''' Koriand'r smiles. "Sushi is delicious. Of course, any meat is good to me." She hmmmms happily as she stretches, as the pizza is set down in front of them. She takes a good bite of one slice, mmmmming happily. 
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