4724/Red X: The Final Conflict

Red X: The Final Conflict
Date of Scene:	02 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Robin (Wayne), Brick, Breath, Raven, 87, Raijin, Stardust
Tinyplot:	Red X

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Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Shortly after the conflict between Stardust and Red X, the abandoned baseball field had seen more attention than it had all year.

  Stardust circles Red X, her eyes fixed on him, breathing heavily. Her lip is swollen and a bruise is forming. There's even a trickle of blood. It's not much, but at least it shows that she's not completely invulnerable. Nobody's seen her with even that much injury before. She breaks her eye contact to check to either side, marking her position on the field. Finally Red X is pretty much where the plan called for him to be, and as she circles to get herself in the position she is meant to be, she talks to keep him distracted from guessing what she's doing. "This is why I kept telling people was dumb to fight you one-on-one, on your terms. But then... I /am/ screwing with your plans, remember?" As she comes to a halt, she raises the flare tube held in one hand, and launches it into the sky. She smiles wryly at Red X, adding just one final comment: "<TT>".

  The flare fizzes up through the sky, and bursts into a magnesium-bright starfish of fire above the stadium. Finally, the signal the other Titans had been awaiting. Stardust took her sweet time.

  The plan has been quite thoroughly made, diagrams distributed, responsibilities allocated, everyone drilled. The signal means that Red X and Stardust are both in position. At last it's time for the rest of the Titans to close the net around Red X, via Rabbit hole, Boom tube, and shadow portal.

  Red X looked up to the sky, watching that flare burst forth. "You lot took long enough to do this." He comments, standing at the ready, he wasn't sure who was going to be coming in ready for a fight, but he had made sure he would take whatever was dished out.

Brick has posed:
Welcome to the Grid, citizens! The Grid was established nearly 5000 microtemps ago by the Great Gridmistress, and achieved demisentience only 250 microtems into its primary organizational spawning! The Grid is your friend -- If you happen to be entity designated Brick Marsten or entity designated Maire Boit, secondary designation Great Gridmistress. Otherwise the Grid is watching you, yes, YOU and don't you get out of line, the Grid knows who you are and what you're doing.

Brick Marsten, daredevil, but not the one in Hell's Kitchen, stands atop Titans Tower, waiting for the Grid to signal the firing of the magnesium flare gun, and when it fires, Maire Boit opens the Boom Tube to the location that he and Breath have been prepared for. Brick engages his defensive power, spending a unit of zero energy, and another goes into enhancements to speed, senses, reflexes, and a small amount to strength. The Tube is open long enough for Breath and Brick to cross to the other side, then it's gone.

Brick stands on the ground, gravity skates engaged, holding a thing that looks rather like a hockey stick made out of something transparent but not actually glowing.

AND, Brick smiles at Red-X and taps the back of his gauntlet. Something ... HAPPENS. There are muffled rumbling noises and mud surges out a few drain pipes.

Breath has posed:
Breath pops in, wings spread and with some speed already built up from a lunge at the moment the flare went up, and rises up into the air on a pillar of air, scattering the smoke and getting up into the sky as quickly as she can. Yeah, she knows we're asking for surrender and all that, but she also knows not to stand in the middle of a potential area attack. And she knows there is no way she can match X punch for punch, even if he's distracted. Not if he specifically prepared for her.

As she clears the top of the stadium, she scans around for threats - drones, cannons, whatever - as she drops into a loop like a WWII dogfighter, sucking in some air. She falls from the sky, then comes screaming around to the side of the stadium, looking for anything out of place.

She's not sure what kind of countermeasures were left here specifically to wreck her. And she's pretty sure they are going to hurt. A lot.

Worth it.

She's here to wreck back so they don't hurt her team. They can handle the slashy pokie armored maniac for her, so it's just her versus X's aerial dirty tricks. If he doesn't surrender. She has a sneaking suspicion he won't, but she has to give him the chance.

Raven has posed:
    For half a moment, the moon is black. It would take a keen-eyed (or relatively moon-pensive) person to notice the stark shape of a giant black bird that swoops across its light. This bird, the form of a Raven, the girl's soul-self made manifest, descends at an unearthly pace towards the field at the center of the stadium.

    There's a thunderous SLAM as it hits the ground, dispersing into a cloud of living shadow that seems to spread like wildfire before settling down in the grass. This miasma seeps like a fog, and emerging from its epicenter is the hooded shape of the palest Titan, eyes alight with unearthly power, voice a single dreary tone when she speaks.

    "This. Is. Over."

    Who knew she could be so foot forward? Getting vague threats from someone like Raven might just give someone the chills.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
A tear in the fabric of reality itself, and the Cheshire Cat steps through to his designated location, immediately after directing his portal to Rayner's location first. There is no pommp when he steps through, knowing very well that Red X's mask is equipped with infra-red whatsamacallits that can tell him what is an illusion and what isn't. No, the Cheshire cat simply steps through, assumes his position, and puts his hands on his hips.

He seems to be fairly more equipped than his usual minimalist approach to weaponry. He is wearing a belt with so many pouches as to cause Liefeld himself to reach for the smelling salts, and there is a metallic rope hanging from a hook on the left hip of the belt, Wonder Woman-style minus all the gold and shiny.

What can he say that Raven hasn't said already, and in a more Pants-To-Be-Darkened way? So he limits himself to add the cherry on top.
"Let's Get Dangerous."

Raijin has posed:
Here comes the cavalry!

Rayner exits Vorpals rabbit hole and he proceeds to use his Super speed to round about the back to both cut off Red X's escape and to have a solid position of attack.

His body enshrouded with electricity, he smiles almost devilishly at Red X.

"Game Over"

Now if this Red X guy even attempts to get out of this? well...he will have one hell of a team blocking his path.

Especially since half of them have a bone to pick. Rayner included.

Stardust has posed:
As the others arrive and take up their positions, Stardust looks from one to the other, making sure that everyone turns up in their appointed positions. To her satisfaction, they do. She holds her arms out wide, smiles sheepishly and shrugs her shoulders, Red X, a 'what can I do?' expression. "Strangely enough, we were kind of lacking in leadership," Stardust answer Red X. "Odd that. But here we all are. We've just taken out the underground tunnels. You're surrounded and we have the angles covered if you try an exit. Breathmints is ready to blow anything out of the sky. I mean you can try fighting all of us together if you like, but some of the guys kind of have a grudge. Maybe best if we just call this... check mate?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Red X has no set traps for Breath, nor does he have any grand plans for escape. But there he stood, in all the glory. The skull masked young man holds his hands up, for a moment. "You've done well, better than I thought you would. But did you do enough?" He offers, clicking a button embedded into his glove. A series of flash pots around the upper ring of the stadium and around the field go off, their sound is extremely loud and obnoxious. A grapnel is shot from his other gauntlet quickly during the blast, lifting him higher and higher. A large banner behind home plate begins to unravel, its message obscured for now.

Stardust has posed:
Gotham City - 1931

A few weeks before the grand opening of the new Gotham Knights stadium. It's evening, and the construction workers have retired for the day. Standing on the field by the pitcher's mound are four men. Behind them, a wall of muscle and fur in shades of purple and iridescent green swells with the slow rhythm of deep sleep.

  Two of the men, one English, one Haitian, bend over diagrams traced in chalk, rum and blood on the surface of the field, arguing over their differing magical techniques. The other two, one American, one English, talk in hushed tones.

"You're sure this is safe?" The American asks, his eyes on the huge sleeping form."

"Perfectly, old chap. This stadium of yours is ideal. The seating forms a perfect containment circle. Using the underground pipework as... what did your man call them? Veve marks? Combined with the modified Solomon circle I can't imagine a more secure way to contain the beast. Something in the rigidity of classical magic weakens it, and the New World magic is so... persuasive."

"It won't last forever though. This is a city that is going places. One day someone will wish to build on it."

"We just don't know enough about the creature to truly banish it, merely push it aside a little. It's neither a demon nor a Loa. However should the circumstance arise, there will be no immediate disaster. It comes from another dimension; this far from the nexus, even if it wakes it won't have the strength to phase back into our reality once the spell is complete. So long as nobody like that damn fool who accidentally opened the Oxford nexus back in '62 tries anything here, all will be fine. I uh... trust the modifications have all been made correctly?"

"I checked them myself. The architects were furious, as you might imagine. Fortunately Mister Wayne was most supportive. Kenneth is one of those men who understands there are hidden things in the world that must remain hidden. That business with the Owls, last year. He does what he can."

"And has the wealth to make a difference. Yes. The railways, was it not?"

The two other men, the sorcerers, straighten and exchange nods. They start to chant. One in Latin, the other in Haitian creole, his words a mix of French, Portuguese, Taino and Bantu. The two onlookers fall silent as the casting begins, listening as the two languages rise and fall, first a confusion but slowly coming together in perfect harmony. Eerily, though one is still speaking Latin and the other Creole, the sounds those words make become one...

The Present day

The grid set up by Brick does its work. The ground rumbles as multiple mini-gates open up in the underground passages, spewing thick mud from the New Orleans delta. Within moments, the near century-old magic is disrupted, but not quite shattered. The vodou marks are ruined, but the containment circle holds - just. Salt can complete the circle, and the Mississippi delta mud contains some sea salt. Without one element of the compulsion though, the creature contained within begins to wake, and search for a weakness it can exploit, a nexus of familiar power it can home in on to escape the last of its bonds.

Brick has posed:
But wait, one viewer asks, how did that Brick guy do that thing and there were booms and stuff? Well, dear viewer, let us show you!
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Brick Marsten has been a busy little beaver, or rather, an anti-beaver so to speak. He wanted to use Dead Sea Mud but it turns out there are governments that object to that sort of thing -- it's considered a sacred relic or something. So he went looking for the best material ever and they make it in America! It seems there is a sediment problem in New Orleans Harbor ... the silt that accumulates there has become so intrusive that it gets in the way of ships and even makes it hard for mud-dwelling animals to live... So, for the last week, Brick has been moving some of it. He has been storing it in a rather peculiar structure in a place out of the reach of most people. Most people do not create boom tubes. He has an amount of silt and water, gently stirred for maximum flow rate, sufficient to fill in the underground catacombs of the Great Circus of Rome. Or the Astrodome, or several other sports venues.

The Grid in its demi-sentient glory extends down into each of the sections of the stadium, below ground and above. It knows where there are living things, where there are empty spots, everything. Humans (except for one who may or may not be wearing a Red X on its person) have been removed and excluded over the course of that week of preparation. It has been slowly moving out all the tiny living things in the underground, because it was programmed to do this. Tiny boom tubes, more like boom pipes or boom straws, have relocated them into other places where they can thrive, or be eaten and not thrive, it doesn't matter that much. The playback shows a number of large Boom Tubes opening and spewing out waves of SILT while small tubes take away the air and then excess water, leaving the underground full of Mississippi Mud, in all its immobile clay glory. The process took perhaps five seconds, with some of the extra muddy water escaping out the drains onto the field.
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Red-X is being a smug bastard as expected. Brick twirls the hockey-stick-looking thing once. The Grid, having been warned already, fires invisible lasers that cut the grapnel into pieces, but the bat-grapnel's speed is fast, and it does give him time to acrobat to the Mezzanine if nothing else stops him.

Breath has posed:
Breath blinks and banks, pulling out to dive at X. "Stay put! Oh, em, gee, you are so full of yourself!" She blows at Red X, inverting and blasting him with a pillar of air to try to launch him back down into the middle of the field. Bank. Curve. Keep pounding away to wreck his attempts to move away from the field. Suck in small breaths in between.

She rises on another pillar of exhale, curving around for a better look. Height is speed. Speed is good.

Raven has posed:
    Red X takes to the sky, but for some reason, Raven doesn't seem surprised. Her attention is still on him, but she isn't trying to stop him. Brick snaps the line, cutting it apart with lasers. Breath is air-support (Literally). This leaves Raven in position to 'catch' X on the fall.

    Admittedly, the acrobatics and dexterity of the Bat-family are surprising, but Raven is expecting a great deal of aerial movement out of a falling X. Her hands leave her pockets. Her eyes turn black, surrounded with the bright white corona. X is the target. The ground is where she's aiming to take him, in concert with Breath, bound in ribbons of anti-light.

    "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
There are words that Vorpal says that, had Mrs. Hunter heard him, would probably cause him to spend the rest of his life with a bar of soap in his mouth. It isn't just colorful language, it is almost poetic, and an essay could be written around the florid figures of speech used by the Cheshire Cat to bring Red X's genealogical tree into question- so much so that, should even a small amount of his vituperations were to be true, Red X would have serious grounds to rethink his position in the taxonomic tree of life.

It's because of the sound, of course. With a hearing as fine as a feline's, Red X's little display is pure sonic agony. Another lesson learned. He is actually on his knees, with his hands over his ears- but too late, as all he hears is ringing... and will probably be like that for a bit. Taking one hand away from his ears, he touches his lasso and says (loudly, since he can't hear himself): "Bind the- " thankfully the distorsion makes the words a little fuzzy, but he might just have implied that Red X's mother was a small tray of puddings. Or something of that sort.

Chaos magic comes to life in an instant, inhabiting the lasso, which darts away like a fine line of silver, flying through the air with the aim of giving Red X a very friendly hug...

Raijin has posed:
Like honestly...who actually /expected/ Red X to peacefully surrender due to the odds that clearly surround him? Rayner certainly didn't. But! Due to the surprising display of teamwork from Breath and Brick, one attempting to literally blow Red X out of the sky and Brick cutting the line off that pesky grappling hook, Rayner seems proud of the Titans so far, even if they don't need his approval.

But alas, as Raven readies her magic and casts it, Rayner is already on the move, using his super speed so fast that everyone else looks like they're in slow motion. because they are (at least in his perspective) and so, he looks like he's ready that when Red X likely hits the ground, Rayner will pretty much tie him with an ungodly number of rope and other restricters to help Raven make sure that Red X isn't going anywhere.

Hopefully.

Bat-Clan members are ridiculously resourceful.

But as magic, heavy winds, lightning, and whatever else is tossed around, it's crazy!

Stardust has posed:
As Vorpal unleashes his Chaos magic, several rather subtle things happen at once.

Brick receives a warning from the grid: something is bending reality. The chaos magic? Of course. But something else, too.

Raven senses something odd. Rage. Not Red X. Not the vengefulness of several of the Titans. Something else, something not human. Not demon either. There's something almost familiar about it, but it's not something she has experienced before. Emotion in a very pure form.

Vorpal gets a moment of deja vu. Not just the vague 'hang on a minute' type, but an almost overwhelming flash of familiarity. For that fraction of a moment, it feels to him as if there is an echo of his own chaos magic, hidden behind a mirror.

The air thickens. As smell like burning toast wafts through the smoke. The results of the flash pots? Maybe, or maybe it's something else.

As Red X rises into the air on his grapple, Stardust paces him at a distance, floating upwards. Her body language is overly casual, stretching as she flies. "Give it up Damian. You're good. You can't beat all of us together though." She doesn't try to engage, doesn't try to get too close, just makes sure he doesn't get to far away. Let the others take the strain, for now. Surely it's someone else's turn. Lassos, ribbons of shadow, speeding Rainman with ropes, bursts of breath. Surely that's too much for Damian, but she's ready to pounce, just in case.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Mid backflip, Red X is caught in the grasps of Raven's anti-light ribbons, joined soon thereafter by a chaos magic lasso. Red X had surrendered easily it seems. If and when he is placed down again, he doesn't move much, just talking via his mask voice changer. Behind him, the banner is finally unraveled, reading in red letters on a black background: 'Congratulations, Titans!' The speakers in the arena ring out with Fall Out Boy's Immortals through the speakers. "You mind letting me congratulate you, already?" He calls out, to everyone involved, his voice still masked.

Brick has posed:
"Yeah yeah, we'll discuss non-consensual training methods that cause potential crippling injuries LATER, Damian. Something is releasing thaumatons in the underground," Brick says, unimpressed. "I can't tell what it is for sure but ... Grid, Maire Boit, integrate a scan for me please?"

*PING*

The grid (even down below) starts reading the tachyonic field, where chaos magics are known to cause disruptive resonances.

Raven has posed:
    Raven pauses, and in the moment, the bands simply disappear. The game is over, Damian is caught, and she can call him what he is. "Robin." she states, looking around for a few moments. "There is something here. It is angry. Did you do any research about the stadium?" she asks, taking a position closer to him, but with her back in his direction- defensive posture.

    Fear isn't the right word, but trepidation. "I can feel it. Perhaps I can quell it, but there are... Sites like this all over. Where something happened that bears mentioning mystically. I think we just tripped the breaker."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy can't hear, of course, his ears ringing too much to hear what Damian says clearly. He manages to get up to his feet steadily enough, but his expression is such that very few people would associate it with the fleering literary figure. Rather more flame than fleer in the eyes.

He approaches, and he seems about to unload on RObin when his hearing clears enough to hear Raven, and then his rage seems to be put on hold. For now.

"I... it felt familiar," he says, tight-lipped. The anger was so intense ,he didn't really pay attention to what he felt at the moment. Only that it was familiar.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian removes the mask once he is let go, quickly retorting against Brick. "The purpose of the ENTIRE MISSION was to be a mystery. I needed accurate baselines for combat, without hesitation or bias on who I was."

  Raven's question soon get an answer from Red X, now Damian. "It was a very old stadium. Scheduled for demolition next month. Which was why I had the fight here. It was supposed to be destructible without actually causing people harm."

Raijin has posed:
So, that happened. Rayner looks at the banner as it says 'congratulations titans!' in all caps. Then he looks to Damian and helps him take off his mask after he unties the fool. "We are...SO talking about this later." he sighs lightly, before he looks around at Vorpal, Brick, and Raven. "...is something going down?" he asks curiously.

"Underground?" back to back time Titans! Rayner touches his hands to the ground to feel any kind of rumbling.

"Well...something tells me life's about to get really exciting. What's releasing the Thauma-whatsits?

Breath has posed:
Breath UGHS! and circles at a moderate speed. She's about to say something, but, uh... that sounds bad. She starts picking up some altitude, looking around uncertainly at everyone, sucking in a deep breath on the wing. Right. New problem. "Oh great, something else he didn't do any research on." Bitter much? Maybe a little bit. "Ready steady up here."

Stardust has posed:
Colette looks up at the banner, then back down to Damian. She watches him remove the mask and make his retort. There's no eye roll, just a look of weariness. She shakes her head. No sarcasm, no mocking, just a warning. "Nobody wants to hear that right now, Damian. Let's go back to the Tower. I'll explain just how much you fucked up later."

Maire Boit's scan shows... something. There appears to be no disruption in the Tachyonic field, which is never the case when Vorpal is around, even when he's not actually using Chaos Magic. It's almost as if there's an ehco coming in perfect anti-phase.

Brick has posed:
"Thaumatons. The carrier particles for some kinds of magical energy," Brick says absently as if this were a well-known thing outside of certain classified parts of Star Labs.

*PINGPING*

"Maire Boit tells me that there's something ... uh, Vorpal, does the Cheshire have an unBrother? Because the ripples that you usually make in certain fields are being canceled out by something ..."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Are you fucking kidding me?! Y-" He is cut off suddenly, looking below themselves. Without his Red X helmet on, he couldn't use the onboard gadgets. But Now that everyone knew who he was, he decides to put it back on, sans voice changer. It protected him, and let him do all those lovely detective things. "It's all my family's land, if there was anything to be found, I would have found it..." Clearly there were plenty of secrets on the Wayne family side that he was not privy to, perhaps even Bruce was not privy to.

  Damian sighs, hearing of magic, specifically the inverse of Vorpal's. He knows they are going to be in for it, so out comes the sword, ready to pounce, even as he pulls out Goliath's whistle from a pouch and onto his neck.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal stiffens and goes very, very quiet at that. After a few seconds, he turns to his team-mate: "Don't talk nonsense!" he snaps, "Nothing from Wonderland can get to //here//." He pauses, realizing the contradiction of his statement, forcing him to add "Not intact."

He isn't quite selling the performance

Stardust has posed:
"What's a thaum... oh." Brick was ahead of Stardust on explaining the techy stuff, for once. "Oh. Magic stuff is happening?" She looks around, as if expecting to see something. So far, there's nothing but... but gathering shadows. She starts to get visibly concerned. "Uh. Raven? Could you do some kind of..." she gestures wildly. That'll explain it. Sometimes you don't have the right technical language to express yourself, but just general enthusiasm will do the trick. Raven's bound to know what she's talking about. Stardust is confident of it.

The shadows swirl and form into the first inkling of a shape. There is the sense of a vast bulk standing on the threshold between existence and non-existence, an impression of fur, teeth and mindless fury. The air is filled with something like a zoo smell, combined with the metallic tang of blood and, oddly, a scent that's reminiscent of wet toast. A loud sniffing can be heard, as if some great beast were attempting to smell out some prey or a pathway to our reality.

The air thickens, and with a thud of displaced air, suddenly the creature is there. Something like a cross between lion, dog and bull, the size of an elephant, covered in a thick fur of brilliant purple and green. A strangely flattened head projects from a thick stubby neck, eyes blinking in the light of reality. It chuffs, nostrils flaring as it smells the air, and then it turns its head to stare at Vorpal.

The stubby neck seems to concertina out to an impossible length as it snakes forwards, snarling and baring vicious shark-like teeth. It paws the ground, cutting furrows with powerful claws into the field, exhales rank and fetid air, and it bellows in frumious rage.

Brick has posed:
"I never talk nonsense. I'm not a Wonderlander, after all," Brick retorts to Vorpal, as he starts looking at other field density scans fron the Grid, snapping the Gravity Stick over one shoulder where it sticks in place.

"There's definitely a ..." blink blink "..ch. Nevermind."

No, it's not a nevermind, but it might be a Bandersnatch. Brick reaches back over his shoulder and re-readies the Gravity Stick.

"Grid, be ready to target the anomaly."

Breath has posed:
Breath uhhhhs, "Monster Manual entry, anybody?" Which gives her the sudden flash of insight 'Protect the wizards'.

She immediately wishes she hadn't thought that, because now she's obligated to do something about it. Like sigh in a doomed fashion and unload a blast of air at the face of the.. whatever-it-is to try to draw it's attention and make it chase her with its claws that snatch and jaws that bite. Then, she banks off to the side, making a fun target to chase! Om. Channel the birdie. Meow for me, beastie.

Raven has posed:
    Backing still towards Damian, Raven seems preternaturally pointing her attention right at where the thing is going to come from. Stardust flails at her, and Raven just gives her a blank, confused expression. "Now is not the time for your cheerleading routine."

    Hah, yes, because Colette is blonde, right? Anyway. Her attention goes back to the creature right as it rises, and Raven studies it for a moment. Inherently, she continues to step back. "I... I have a plan." Now she seems somewhat shaken. "This thing is... It is something I can understand. I can work with it. I need time."

    Raven dips backwards and in midair, begins to float, cross legged. Before her eyes close, she looks at Damian. "I need as much as you can buy me. They're a sword, use it."

    For all intents and purposes, it looks like she's preparing some big magical spell, some grand act of magecraft. She's not. She's centering herself. When she speaks again, it is loud enough to be heard by everyone present.

    "You can't hurt it, but you need to try."

    Simple enough, right?

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal feels his fur standing on end and his eyes go wide as the creature comes into this world.

He knows the feel of Wonderland. It shouldn't be here, but it is. There is a lot of who he was that is no longer as easily accessible to him now that he is of one soul with a mortal human. There were no two, but one single, solitary self cocktail.

Even then, despite the limitations of mortal memory that burdens information with so much baggage, one memory pierces through the sluggishness of mortality to deliver some sorely needed information, and a warning. Without really thinking it, Vorpal's mouth opens and he shouts:

"Bandersnatch!"

There was something else... something... beware the JubJub Bird, and... and... and WHAT?

Thoughts are washed away at that particular moment. That anger, that rage, that feeling of betrayal that he had been holding at bay? It comes out bubbling to the top, and then some.

He's not quite sure why he darts forward, but he does with alarming speed, claws drawn and ready to strike. Teeth bared, he lets out a roar as he zooms towards the creature to meet it head on.

A part of him that hasn't succumbed to the anger muses curiously on the fact that he doesn't seem to recall ever having actually *fought* the Bandersnatch... but he can't quite remember why...

Raijin has posed:
Rayner ahhs lightly at Brick before he looks towards that monster appears out of the ground! His eyes looking at it with a loud "Hooooleeee shiiiiiit!" He says as he looks at it with a bit of wonder to his voice as it roars it's frumious rage. Well, at least he's not scared! Or at least, he doesn't let it show. "Vorpal! Is this a vandersnatch?" he asks, probably butching the pronunciation.

"Wait, we can't hurt it?" he asks Raven. That seems to be a bit counter-productive, but okay! He channels lightning through his whole body before he tosses a bolt of lightning at the massive creature! A continuous stream that will probably just piss it off, but like Raven said, they need to try!

Nevertheless, this will probably be a painful experience.

Stardust has posed:
The beastie does not meow for Breath. It's hair is plastered against its face by the air blast, and it blinks with annoyance. When the blast ends, it turns burning eyes towards her. The huge chest expands as it draws in a vast lungful of air, it extends its neck towards her, opens its jaws wider than seems possible, and bellows.

The Bandersnatch's roar echoes around the stadium. Though it doesn't exhale with the force Breath does, the bellow blasts a powerful enough gale of fetid air at her, and a misting of even fouler saliva. Some of it gets on her, which is disgusting. In fact that's enough to make you REAL MAD.

Rayner's lightning blast crashes into the Bandersnatch's shoulder, and... it hurts it! It lifts a great paw off the ground, shying away from the blast for a moment before lashing out at him. There's not a Jabberwock-like set of claws on the paw, but there's a lot of muscle in the arm and being hit would probably feel like being punched by a dozen gorillas.

Colette doesn't wait around. Instructions to Raven to do stuff have obviously been taken, so she gets on with her job, which is rushing in headlong and punching. Vorpal seems to have a similar idea, and the pair of them close in rapidly to start attacking the beast's flanks. It roars again with fury at the attacks, thrashing wildly as it attempts to sweep at them with flailing limbs, while the neck contracts and extends in snake-like strikes towards Vorpal, teeth clashing together noisily.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian gives a nod to Raven before he races out to join the fray. As Breath distracts the beast, Red X wants to climb the beast, high risk, but these were his friends, even if he just attempted to whoop one of them before.

  For a moment, he thinks, and reaches a hand to Colette. "Can you fly me to its neck?" He asks, hoping she will understand what it was he was trying to do.

Brick has posed:
"Grid. One five sevem two four six three pattern focusing on the claws. It needs a manicure AND a pedicure and some teeth heatening."

The laser beams that flash out from EVERYWHERE in the stadium manage to avoid the Titans by pure perfect timing... accompanied by the briefest flashes of green, red, yellow, it's like a candy colored rainbow of destruction as the sighting lasers flicker along. The air fills with ozone.

Brick takes a second glance at one of the field descriptors before BOOM! disappearing into the ground and five seconds later BOON! he's racing along the ground at terminal velocity with the Gravity Stick directly where it will thwack the Bandersnatch in the knees... except that it isn't really ... physical. It's cutting the field lines for gravity, which may make the thing weightless, if it bothers to follow the laws of physics. It won't cause damage other than a sharp tingling, but it may make it clumsier as it has more sudden buoyancy.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal clearly isn't in a thinking mood, which is why the neck-snake punch catches Vorpal fair and square, careening as he was towards the creature. Miraculously, he manages to avoid the teeth, but he gets plenty of face instead. The impact sends the Cheshire cat flying clear across and away from the immediate center of action. The landing isn't pretty, either, and it knocks the wind out of Vorpal. He rolls a few feet away before ending on his back, looking up at the space above in a sort of daze. He's not angry, just mostly dazed.

And something at the back of his head is trying to tell him something...

Stardust has posed:
Stardust gives the beast a good hard kick in the knee as she backflips away from it, loops up and sweeps down again over Damian, grabbing the raised arm and pulling him into the air. Multi-coloured laser threads dance around them as she swoops back around behind the Bandersnatch, aiming a kick at its rump as she passes, looping back around and dropping Damian on the creature's shoulder blades, which are a little more stable as a landing spot than the concertina-neck itself.

The Bandersnatch extends its neck after the tumbling Vorpal, saliva dripping from fangs as it tries to bite him. Several thread-beams of Brick's grid strike the inside of it's mouth, heating dozens of the creature's teeth, and causing it to rear back. Vorpal remains, for the moment, unbitten.

Raijin has posed:
Soon enough, after Rayner notices that he hurt it, he finds himself pawed right dead on! though he seems to 'catch' the paw with his great strength, he's easily tossed back despite resisting the blow. He smashes into one of the back walls of the arena shaking his head. "Okay...lightning hurts. Good."

Conceivably, Rayner uses his super speed to Immediately rush back to the beast! attempting to punch it right in the eye with a lightning-infused punch! Though, this could also just piss it off.

Brick has posed:
»Bewahre doch vor Jammerwoch!
Die Zähne knirschen, Krallen kratzen!
Bewahr' vor Jubjub-Vogel, vor
Frumiösen Banderschntzchen!«

That's Brick shouting in German. "SHUN THE FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH, the JAWS THAT BITE, the CLAWS THAT CATCH!"

He whirls around to start another pass when he spots the downed Vorpal and booms through so that Maire Boit can shine her happy purple light of healing and cheerful PING PING PING upon the WonderCat.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian lands with a thud, almost immediately he digs his sword in the back of the beast. He'd usually feel really bad about something like this, but this creature was not of this world, and well, it was either the Titans, or the Bandersnatch.

  The former Red X holds onto the sword's hilt, using it as an anchor point while he reaches for ordinance in his belt. "Flashbangs...no...ahh!" He pulls out an X shuriken, and hurls it past the concertina neck, and the piece of equipment seems to lock onto an eye, turning back around and heading towards one of them. The aiming isn't infallible, especially if the creature is exceptionally fast.

Raven has posed:
    Raven has immediate concerns. This thing is like the menu of a computer, a heated pocket of options and hate focused on ever so many things. Damian is human. Vorpal is probably mortal. Both of them are soft. Brick is actually just a guy, buy Rayner is strong. Colette is tough.

    Like beacons, Raven locks onto the threads of the beast's emotions, and begins to syphon off the portions directed towards everyone but Colette and Rayner- it's hopefully enough to keep them the focus of its attentions, as the toughs- while their damage can go to work.

Breath has posed:
Breath angles back in. GrrrrRRRRRRAAAHHH! "GET AWAY FROM THEM!!" She unloads a blast of air at the monster, buzzing it's head. She looks around the stadium. DAMN you for picking a STADIUM with NO LOOSE OBJECTS! AARGH! She makes a long curve down to land in the bleachers and starts trying to blow all the seats at the monster, HOPING they aren't attached solidly enough!

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal slowly sits up, letting the purple ray wash over him. Curiously, he feels something washing off of him. He seems to be able to think a little clearer now. He looks up at Brick, muttering. "Shun. Shun. Shun the frumious..." He shakes his head, a few bolts loose there. And then Breath unloads holy fury, and he frowns, noticing her anger.

And then there are seats are sailing through the air with the greatest of ease.

"Huh. Those must be the fly gallery seats."

And suddenly he starts laughing at the icioy of the joke, making him feel somewhat lighter.

Brick might suspect there's a concussion not fully treated there.

Brick has posed:
"BANDERSNATCH, YOU ARE HEREBY DISINVITED FROM MY UNBIRTHDAY PARTY!" Brick shuns at the top of his lungs.

PING PING PING PING, Maire Boit pings, playing the purple phosphorescence upon Vorpal's porcelained pate.

"Grid, disco pattern 5, 5, 4, 4. See if it can dance."

Stardust has posed:
There are enough loose seats in the bleachers for Rage Breath to shower the Bandersnatch with pieces of broken chairs like leaves tumbing in a fall storm. Unfortunately they are not targeted so well as the laser threads, and there are others in close to the beast.

Raven finds the mental levers quite easily. This is a creature of anger, and that's something she knows all to well. In the creatures tiny, stupid mind, the anger that is its very essence changes pathways, and it swerves its gnashing jaws away from Vorpal, and towards Rayner, as Rayner runs towards it.

It's FAST. It's too big and bulky to be as fast as Rayner is, but the concertinaing neck moves and snatches at crazy speed. He has to start dodging those tooth-filled jaws sooner than he'd like, and his blow strikes less cleanly than it should. It's enough to buy him the fraction of a second to avoid being bitten, though.

There is a sizzle of burning hair from Rayner's punch, and more from the tiny biting heat of the thread lasers. Another sizzle starts up along its ribcage, where Stardust stands punching it repeatedly. Apparently her hands are very hot, because the creature's fur is smouldering. It lashes out very suddenly with a back leg, sending her flying.

The beast thrashes as Damian stabs his sword between the great shoulder blades, but he holds on and stays in place. The shuriken flies out in a rapid arc, and with the beast's attention on Rayner, the jerk to avoid the impact is too slow.

The Bandersnatch rears up in pain, standing for a few moments on hind legs, the forearms thrashing in the air and the neck flailing wildly. The stadium echoes with the boom of the creature crashing down again. It turns its bleeding face from side to side, sniffing the air, and lumbers towards Stardust as she picks herself up, roaring.

Raijin has posed:
Rayner barely manages to get even -most- of what he was aiming for! Maybe he should stick to ranged attacks. But as the beasts teeth are moments away from gnashing him, Rayner not only manages to use that fraction of time to avoid getting bitten down on and escapes cleanly! Though to help Damian out, Rayner actually attacks now at the opposite side of the beast, attempting to light up it's face and chest with a thunderous stream of heavy electricity!

Though it was clear that Rayner was pushing himself a bit to attack with such a large burst of energy, but anything to help his friends and bring that thing down!

Brick has posed:
"Band-à-prend!" Brick yells. "Grid! Focus cutting beams on the neck one third of the way up from the shoulders!"

He looks over at the feline as Maire Boit finishes her treatment, and feeds another unit of zero energy to her so she won't go unconscious.

"I am going to be so hungry once this is done. Is Bandersnatch edible?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
A moment of clarity finally comes to him, and Vorpal reaches for his comm.

"Raven. Raven, I remember. I remember. We need to deprive it of anger, it makes it stronger. Is that something you can do?" he asks, slowly getting to his feet, "Eat people's anger?" A pause. "Without eating their souls, I mean."

It was a good thing to ask. Just in case.

Stardust has posed:
There is quite suddenly a moment of peace as the creature freezes. It's is just a moment though, as it shakes its head in apparent confusion and resumes roaring. Raven can tell that her manipulation of its anger is causing the creature real difficulties. As she siphons rage from it, the Bandersnatch seems to be weakening physically, but it's slow going. Even as she siphons the anger away, more seems to come from somewhere. If she could only cut off the supply...

The creature's teeth snap at Stardust, but she zooms up and slips between the clashing jaws. It bellows at her, and another Titan is hit by the fetid saliva-filled spray. She stops for a moment of sheer outrage before bellowing back at the creature, which surprises it. It's probably not used to people doing that. She dives at its face, heedless of the jaws, and starts punching it repeatedly, yelling in wordless fury.

The thread lasers focus on the Bandersnatch's neck, a collar of tightly focused laser light. The creature bellows again, but there's a clear not of pain alongside the anger again.

As Rayner pumps electricity into the creature's chest, it reaches a forepaw towards him, great clawed fingers reaching out to try to seize hold of him. In its attempts to avoid the chain of lightning, it flails wildly.

Breath has posed:
Breath swoops down on the other side of the pile of chairs, and SCREAMS, blowing a tornado gale across the scattered mess of chairs straight into the Bandersnatch! RAAAAGE! puff. wait. lungs empty. She was trying to listen to the conversation? ANGRY! She has an impulsive, almost certainly stupid idea, but she is shaking with anger and doesn't CARE! She steps up to the thing's face, smacking at it to get it's attention, then leans into it's mouth and INHALES with a massive roar of air...

Raven has posed:
    To Vorpal, Raven speaks, her eyes still closed. "I'm already on it. I need more time, but if you can find the reason why it's so angry, that would help. Otherwise, this will be very taxing. It came from underground. Try there." The obvious solution is to stop hitting it with things- but the Titans have never taken the Don't Hit Thing route, and they're not about to start.

    With Vorpal spoken to, her attention is on the others. Breath is angry for some reason, and so is Colette. "Huh." she says, and gets to work. Pulling the rage out of them is probably going to be easier. It'll also make them more tactically clever than Punch Face- or, Breath might get more tactically clever.

    Either way, her next task- Eat the rage consuming Colette and Breath.

Brick has posed:
"Vorpal, I don't want to kill the thing, it didn't ask to be brought here, I think. Do you know how to rabbit-hole something back to Wonderland? Because while I can open a Boom Tube to several places that don't belong to standard space-time, I can't say that I know how to get to Wonderland."

Brick has been watching, and now that the neck is injured in one place, it can be made less extendy by lasering it differently.

"Grid, focus lasers at base of neck in circle, ten to fifteen seconds. Then begin recharge cycle."

Yeah, the Grid does have limits. It has to pull power from SOMEWHERE, and this activity has pretty well taken out the various power stores Brick put in for offense. Of course, it has some boom capacity left, but not enough to empty the metric tons of sludge that currently completely fills the underground parts of the stadium. And, it can still be used to scan.

"The underground is no longer passable. I'll look for evidence, I scanned the entire place before... Grid, scan underground architectural ..."

And Maire Boit shows him the pre-fill scans in all their glorious detail including railways and such, and all the grafitti correlated to the previously identified thaumaton fluxes. Mystical glyphs according to her magical identification routines. Of course, she also failed to notice the pattern earlier. And the Grid is only demi-Sentient. It had no reason to point it out.

"Highfather's Beard," Brick says in a language nobody should be able to understand.

"This place was built on a giant magical... something. Wrecking the underground broke it. Someone deliberately trapped it here."

Raijin has posed:
Rayner watches as his electricity manages to hurt it even more now that Raven's been tampering with it's rage. With that in mind, he appears to watch as it swung it's massive paw at him! He manages to limbo underneath that massive clawed hand as he moves with such speed that even -it- is in slow motion. Clearing the way, he runs around it in circles, firing a beam of lightning at it at every turn, as if making sure to scorch the hell out of this thing while also keeping it's attention spread out so it can't focus on one thing at a time.

He sees Stardust in her rage. "Control yourself, Stardust!" Raijin tells her forcefully, before he looks to Brick "Who the hell would trap -THAT- here!?" he calls out to the scientist of the group.

Stardust has posed:
Head flailing on the end of a very long and flexible neck, it's hard for Breath to get close enough to that mouth for long enough to force much air from its lungs. Particularly as it's being repeatedly hit by almost everyone else at the same time, and is wearing a collar of laser beams that are slowly barbecuing it's neck, so her slaps have little effect. She does manage to get a good few lungfuls, but not enough to seriously inconvenience it.

However she does manage to get quite a serious dose of that foamy spray as well. If she was angry before, she's /frumious/ now.

At least for a few moments, until Raven goes to work.

Stardust snarls with anger, punching repeatedly at the Bandersnatch's neck and head as if it was a punchbag. She's so focused on beating on it that she doesn't notice the heavy forepaw snaking out and slamming down on her, pinning her to the ground. She grips a digit in each hand and pushes upwards with all her strength, but she's not as strong as a Bandersnatch. Shaking off the attacks from the others, the Bandersnatch coils its neck, then flashes forwards with mouth gaping to attempt to snatch up the pinned Stardust!

It takes the palest Titan a little by surprise just how much anger there is coming from Breath and Stardust, Breath in particular. The really interesting thing is that as Raven feels the rage draining from the two of them, she can sense the flow of the creature's own rage slowing. Somehow there's a kind of feedback loop formed between the anger of her team mates and the Bandersnatch's own life energy.

Brick's analysis of the underground layout begins to bear fruit; the spell was particularly hard to notice as it was a blend of two entirely different schools of magic, but there it is. It would take an skilled sorcerer to even attempt to interpret it fully, but it doesn't seem to hold out any hope now. It's containment, what's really needed now is to subdue it.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian has a good vantage point from the top of the Bandersnatch. He had seen Colette go down around the forepaws, but he recognized the concertina neck reeling back for a whole bite to his teammate.

  Almost immediately, Damian pulls the sword from the back of the beast and runs up the neck, balanced and light like the assassin he was. He pulls out two concussive grenades, and with a divingboard like move, he jumps off the neck, going inverted at the right time to throw the devices in the Bandersnatch's mouth.

  As Robin lands, he holds up his sword, blade forward, and tries to assist Stardust in getting out of the Bandersnatch's paw.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"If I could get to Wonderland, Brick, why would I stay here all of the time?" the Cheshire cat answers, and frowns. He thinks about Raven's word. "Why is it angry..." he rmembers the rage welling up in him. Just around the time that he cast the chaos wave.

"I broke whatever it was that broke and let it through." Chaos magic must have called to chaos magic, and the Bandersnatch zeroed in on his rage to find the way. So... how to get it to go away?

"Brick... you will never speak of what I am about to do. Ever."

The cat takes a deep breath. Raven is doing her thing, and he is no empath- he cannot eat people's emotions, he can only gnaw away at their patience. But perhaps he can provide the figurative scented candles, patchouli scent and mood music to enhnce Raven's thing.

Soon, the whole area is tinted with a deep blue hue, accompanied by the sound of a hundred soothing voices singing over synthetic but mellow music. Everything begins to look rather surreal and dreamlike, Vorpal's illusions making things look right out of a Maxfield Parrish painting.

He is obviously trusting on that old adage, whereby music hath the power to soothe the savage breast. He hopes he is doing the right thing, as he is rather illiterate in the matter of breasts, savage or otherwise.

Breath has posed:
Breath screams incoherently, trying to dive INTO the thing's mouth so she can blow the thing up like a balloon and pop it! Yeah... tactics. logic. rational thought. gone. Exit sanity. This is the stupidest plan EVER. It has the advantage that it is probably the height of 'wtf?' to the monster, too.

Then the concussion grenades go BOOM!! and send her FLYING. She lands flat on her back a ways away. Everything hurts SO MUCH. Everything is RINGING. She feels like she's been pounded into pudding. And she feels... so... peaceful. I stare at the sky now and watch the stars flying around.. wooooo... peaceful melty girl.... ouch...

Brick has posed:
"Who needs fiends when you can have enyamies," Brick mutters, "Or enyaMAs, I guess."

The lasers run out of time and stop burning the Bandersneck, but the Grid ... being demi-sentient ... actually enjoys the music and begins using the cheap, low=power, non-burninating lasers to enhance the lovely calming music and illusion with gentle colors. Brick sighs, sadly.

Raven has posed:
    The feedback loop becomes obvious to her, and Raven's reaction is rather simple. Admittedly, Vorpal does the best thing he possibly can. Does it make Raven more calm? No, not really. She mostly listens to various forms of electronic music made on Not Exactly Instruments, but nonetheless, it is a lightshow and serenade of sorts that Raven will tell literally everyone she knows.

    This helps, in its own way. Honest.

    However, now is the time for action. Raven begins floating higher into the air. The anti-light explodes from both her eyes and mouth, and she begins aggressively ripping the emotion of anger out of every last person not just in the immediate vicinity, but an extended one, throughout the whole of the stadium.

    Anger, under this influence, is likely to become a memory- and then truly not even that, as Raven takes it all into herself, and then focuses that vacuous, deleterious effect on the Bandersnatch proper.

Stardust has posed:
The whole area seems bathed in an idyllic light as Vorpal's illusion gets to work, casting the entire stadium into a kind of pastoral slow-motion psychedelia. When the lasers kick into low-powered light-show mode, the effect is both very colorful and distinctly soporific. The stars Breath is seeing seem to her to be just one more part of the show. Snarling jaws and exploding concussion grenades begin to feel like distant memories, barely worth bothering about.

The Bandersnatch whines in discomfort, momentarily ignoring the attacks coming from Rayner, Damian and Stardust, to turn a hurt expression on Vorpal. It shakes its head from side to side and clashes its jaws together, trying to work up a good fury.

Raven taps into the rage surrounding the creature. There's a lot. The feedback effect is a powerful thing. So much anger... She opens her shadow-soul to the anger and enfolds it in her wings. She is the daughter of Trigon. All her life, she has known how to do this. All her life she has mastered the rage latent within herself.

It's almost a comfort.

The Bandersnatch mewls, looking lost and confused. And then Raven unfurls the wings of her soul again, and the negation hits the Bandersnatch hard. It thrashes about wildly, jaws clashing and claws flying with the desperation of a wild animal, cornered and knowing that its time is short...

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Watching a wild animal suffering isn't sitting well with Vorpal. Even if it is the top predator in Wonderlnd second to the-

Let's not think of its name. One of them here is bad enough.

"We've got to try to get it out of here. Brick... we've got it on the run. Any chance we can get it to run home?"

Taking a deep breath, he says "We've got to get it to the right place..." and then memory dawns "Brick... wherever it came through, it must have come throught he same tear I did before-" and he cuts off there because 'before I got trapped in that mirror for centuries' sounds totally embarrassing. "Maybe Maire can do something with my chaos signature... it's worth a try, anyways."

Taking another deep breath, he nods at Brick, and releases a Chaos wave- this one more intense and focused than before, taking a great deal more energy from him.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Seeing the creature panic, gets Damian actually feeling very bad for the Bandersnatch. Luckily his helmet covers his face, but Raven would definitely feel the wave of sadness come from him. "Raijin, Stardust, be flashy, coax it back." Damian points to Brick and Vorpal from there. "Open the portal and we can push it back while it's scared."

  Damian raises his sword and starts to swipe at the beast's legs. Hopefully scaring the Bandersnatch to an easy getaway.

Breath has posed:
Breath blinks at the hurt noises and looks over at the scene. "nuuu, don't hurt it... it's pretty..." She tries to get up to defend the poor frightened creature, but... yeah, no, she's not going anywhere without a stretcher. She cries mournfully, miserable about the cruelty of the world.

Raijin has posed:
Rayner stops moving, skidding to a stop as he watches the Bandersnatch thrashes wildly, a claw -almost- touching his cheek but his reaction time is insane. He leans back and he watches the beast be terrified of the group. Not seeing any reason to attack it, his hand lights up with vicious electricity, as if trying to scare the beast back with Damian and Stardust to help push it back into a portal.

He says nothing, but it's clear he feels bad for the creature. He knows he wouldn't want to be in it's situation...

Stardust has posed:
Stardust gives a nod of her head to Damian and flies around to the front of the desperate Bandersnatch. Weaving through the air around its head, she doesn't punch it but instead holds her hands out towards its already injured eyes. Waves of heat emanate from her palms, causing it to blink its great eyes in discomfort. It starts to shuffle backwards, instinctively trying to protect its eyes.

Damian gets behind the beast, rapping its legs again and again with the flat of his blade. Every time it tries to turn its head to deal with the small human worrying at its rear legs, the painful heat in Stardust's hands, or the bright light in Rayner's, appears by its eyes and it's forced to turn away again. Slowly it starts to raise itself up on its hind legs as it feels hemmed in by the paired heat and electricity in front and the slashing blade behind.

And then it's standing, almost upright. Unstable on its tormented hind legs, the creature sways, barely able to keep itself from falling one way or the other...

Brick has posed:
There was a lot of mathematics. You do NOT want to think about how much mathematics. Maire Boit did most of the heavy lifting, and Brick had to charge her AGAIN with zero-energy. Brick sacrifices the gravity blade, snapping it in half with somewhat more than usual strength of a normal person, even one who is as strong as he looks. It emits a burst of tachyons, and the Grid follows them back through time along the geodesic provided by the chaos twists from Vorpal and the Bandersnatch. And ... Oxford. Ten minutes after the smug basterds summoned it to Gotham to entrap it.

PING PING PING PING

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM

The hole through spacetime is deep. It takes Brick two more charges of Zero Energy to make it stay open long enough to reach the other end -- just inside the event horizon of the original gate to Wonderland.

The Bandersnatch, now more frabjous than frumious, is sucked towards the Boom Tube until it crosses the threshold... and then FOOOP it's closed, with just a faint after-image of a mushroom forest with an elegant caterpillar atop one of the more ripe mycota, flagrantly smoking things that cause hallucinations of sanity and order.

Brick collapses onto his knees.

Raven has posed:
    Floating down from seemingly on high is the form of Raven. Weathering the assault of intaking all of that anger, she appears none the worse for wear. However, the speed at which she puts her hands in her pockets after assuring her hood is up around her head is... A little indicative that it wasn't all sunshine and roses. Certainly, the anger is one of the easier emotions for her to channel- for a reason that to nobody but her is completely obvious... But it is also the most dangerous.

    For the first time in a while, she needs to leave- to be somewhere solitary. Quiet. The most she says is to Damian. "This isn't what I meant."

    Such a statement she hopes will be sufficient. She can hear His whispers. She is back at the tower by the time the former Red X has any time to respond, though he'll probably want to at some later date.

    Raven is a rather secretive person, sure- but she's never left this quickly before, and never without offering- or not-offering- to take the others back to the tower. She didn't even check on Breath.

Brick has posed:
Brick Marsten sits, gasping quietly for several minutes. His gravity stick is gone, transduced into tachyons and photons, He forces himself to stand, and in a raspy voice, says, "Grid, go to energy-gather standby mode. Once you are recovered, signal for retrieval."

He semi-staggers to where Breath is lying in her comfortably numb daze, thinks about forming a boom tube, and winces in pain. Well, an ambulance would be a better idea anyway. So he signals for one. Gotham always has ambulances standing by, it's a very profitable thing.

"You shoulda used a breakfall, Breath," he says. "I gotta get back to my pod at Star Labs once they take you to the hospital. Earth medical people keep trying to take my organs for study purposes."

When it finally does leave, he's sitting there thinking of how to get home with the least amount of pain, not wanting to look the other way.

Breath has posed:
Breath cries quietly, watching Raven leave. She doesn't know what happened.. but she kind of gathered a few nuances that she can't quite put into words. That and she hurts. A lot. She looks blearily up at Brick and tries to figure out what he's saying through all that RINGING in her head. She just sits there in puddle form while the ambulance crew collects her. She doesn't look good at ALL.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal walks over to Brick and puts one arm around his waist. "Take it easy there, big guy. Lean on m-" he pauses. "Use me as a moderately frail support," he clarifies, because Brick could probably squash him like a bug should he actually try to lean his full body weight on him. r
He tries to say something to Raven, but the mysterious one is gone faster than you can say Holy Cthonic Deities, Batman!

Which only leaves... Robin.

Check the anger. Don't let it bubble. Not until at least everybody is out of here. Not looking directly at the Boy Murder, he says "I am going to take a vacation. Three weeks should be enough" for all murderous impulses to subside, that is. "I'll keep in touch." He gets the impression that Colette will be better at speaking to Damian on this than he would right now. Because she can't open portals into outer space.

He then looks at Brick and nods, "I'll take you to your pod. I know the way." That, and there were very few things on Earth that could really block the Rabbit Hole."Nobody's harvesting my buddy's organs tonight. Not without cutting me in on the deal, anyways," he says with a smirk to lighten the mood as the opens the Rabbit Hole.

Stardust has posed:
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Stardust probably looks a bit blurry as she leans over Breath, and it's not the remains of Vorpal's Enya-spell.

It really doesn't help that she rapidly moves her fingers around, holding up a different number of fingers all the time. This is Colette, after all.

Concluding that Breath is still breathing, and not leaking blood all over the place, Stardust leaves Brick to call the ambulance and walks back over to the the others. The stadium seems really quiet, now. It's almost spooky. "So. You know. If only we'd been showing that kind of teamwork a little earlier, huh?" She sounds rather glum about the whole thing. "It's almost as if we do make a half decent team after all."

Stardust looks tired. She expended quite a bit of energy fighting Damian earlier, trying to wear him down a little and slow his reactions down for when the others arrived. She hadn't been expecting to have a Bandersnatch to fight straight away afterwards. More than that though is the emotional fatigue. All the thinking, all the planning, all the worry. Months of feeling increasingly detached from the other Titans. Suddenly it's all over. It worked out approximately as she planned. The case is cracked. The fight is over.

Nothing about it feels like a victory, though.

There will be much to talk about after this. Rants and recriminations. People to shout at. Oh no, not just Damian. Not close. As she put the final pieces of the puzzle together over the last few days, she came to the conclusion that what happened is at least as much everyone else's fault as Damians. There's a lot of shouting to do. Not today though. She feels too drained for anything other than...

"Pizza?"

Raijin has posed:
Rayner seems to sit down as the beast is sealed away in a portal, panting just a little bit. His eyes look to Colette with a smile. "Pizza...sounds good." Rayner says as he stands up and moves next to her, his eyes watching Vorpal as he seems to head out. "Good seein' you Vorp." Raijin says his farewell before he looks to Damian.

Oh yes, yelling will be had. Though he also looks knowingly to Colette. that's a conversation.

Nevertheless, Rayner looks tired.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian takes off the helmet again now that the battle is over. His hauntingly green eyes look over everyone. Not taking in their anger really. He looked to all with...pride in this moment. The group worked mostly together, subdued an even larger threat than he was.

  Damian had his reasons for putting this on. Of which most would be revealed with some talking, probably a good amount of swearing. And of course, back in the batcave, under heavy security, next to some other locked metal boxes emblazoned with recognizable symbols was a similar box, with the Titans' circle T emblem on it. What was inside, was only privy to Damian and his father.