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World's Finest RPG Batman Beyond RPG: Part 2 (Continued in Part 3)

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  1. Batgirl_2005

    Batgirl_2005 Don't I Wish...

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    ooc: welcome matthan!

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    I look at Dick with a confused gaze. OK... so Ibn has this like half naked girl... but he's calling her Grandfather. I think I missed something extremely important. I hate being left in the dark.

    "Don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of waiting."

    Without thinking I step out so everyone sees me.

    "Would someone mind explaining to me what's going on?" I exclaim loudly.

    Ibn signals for two guards and they head toward me. I slip into a fighting position and prepare to fight.

    I think I just screwed up... again.
     
  2. Asmor

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    OOC

    Hey, if it's cool w/everyone else, I'd like to jump in here... I'd like to play Spell Binder.

    I await your approval. :)
     
  3. Shriek

    Shriek Warriors.. Come Out To Play!

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    I think that would be cool. But as of right now I have no clue what is going on here.
     
  4. Matthan

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    Decided to move on a bit

    OOC: I don't know why the story is stalled. Ras al Ghul has just been ressurected. Somebody do something! As for Spellbinder, I'm for it, but I don't think I count. This post is moving my character along. At the rate this story is going, Spellbinder and I can have a complete story before you guys finish fishing Ras out of the pool. Sorry, guess I'm impatient.

    IC:
    I finally wake up. I’ve lost track of time. We never could see the sun in this blasted basement anyway. I manage to sit up more easily than I expected. I thought that I would be weaker after an operation of this magnitude. I guess the gene therapy was more beneficial than I had originally envisioned. Paul sees me from his desk across the room and gets up to walk towards me.

    “Good to see you awake. How are you feeling now?”

    “Better than I thought I would. I’m feeling better every second.”

    “That means your body is beginning to adjust to the change on a conscious level. You’re going to feel different than you ever felt before, so just stay seated and get acclimated.”

    I cock my head towards a small cage a few feet away and laugh, “If mecha-hamster could make it, so can I.”

    The hamster was our first and only test subject. We had performed the operation on it less than a week ago. We hadn’t expected the results to be quite so good. When it was awake, it utilized its new suit to rip through the cage and try to escape. It had literally torn through a wall. When we went after it, we found the wall was actually a hidden door. We finally captured the hamster with some fancy traps. His cage is more secure now.

    The hidden passageway was another deal entirely. We had no idea it was there but we have since explored it. It leads out of the lab up to street level where it opens to a secluded alley behind the facility. We’ve had some fun with it and have snuck out for extended lunch breaks a few times, but haven’t really done much else with it.

    I finally decide to look at myself. My slim build has filled out more. I look more on the upper end of the average fitness level of a guy my height. Along both sides of my arms, legs, and torso are metallic slits. It’s the first time, I really understand how inhuman this operation has made me. I’ll be able to pass as a normal guy when I wear long sleeves, but I’ll never be able to wear shorts or short sleeves again. I cautiously reach up and touch the base of my neck. The false skin that we developed feels so real. I move it aside with my fingers and touch the port that was implanted into the base of my skull. I shiver as my fingers feel the metal.

    “I think I’m ready for the test run, Paul,” I tell him trying hard to leave the nervous tinge out of my voice.

    “Well, you need to stand up and you probably want to take off your underwear. The suit will shred them and any other clothes you’re wearing when you engage it. The actual initiation should be instinct if I did my job right.”

    I stand up and undress. We went to college together. This is no worse than when we streaked that sorority house. Of course, this time we won’t end up with dates either. My mind wanders a bit as I prepare myself for what’s about to happen. With less than a thought, the system is engaged.

    The entire process takes only seconds. Metal shoots from the slots in my body where it has been stored and swiftly unfolds and locks into place. My neck tingles slightly as the false skin moves aside and the suit plugs itself directly into my brain. My body is soon completely covered by the suit. I move my fingers slightly and begin to go through one of my martial arts routines to see if the flexibility of the suit has been maintained. It far exceeds my expectations. The added strength and speed add up to a near euphoric rush as I punch and kick the air around me.

    Paul interrupts me, “We need to test the neural implant, Jack. I designed your emblem to be able to be turned on or off. It should be as natural as moving your arm if I installed everything correctly. This is still theory, Jack. We need to know if everything works right.”

    He gets his answer as the emblem begins to glow on my chest. The stylized blue dragon head stands out in a stark contrast the rest of the black suit. I turn to look in the mirror and look at myself. I take some time looking at the helmet. It’s odd to see a figure with no real face and to know it’s you. The helmet sloped down and formed a small lip over the faceplate, which was featureless.

    “Where did you put the coin?” I ask.

    “I decided to put it inside your helmet instead of outside. I don’t want light to catch it and give you away.”

    “Good thinking. I guess now would be the time for the real test run.”

    “What real test run? That was it. The suit works. Wait, you can’t go out there yet, Jack. We haven’t installed any of the weapon systems. Remember, we wanted to see if it would work first?”

    “I’m faster and stronger than any petty criminal out there and the suit is fully charged. I’ll be right back, but I have to know if I can do this,” I turn away as I finish my sentence and push on the back wall. It swings open and I step through. As it shuts behind me, I hear Paul call out, “Be careful.” I whisper quietly to myself, “I will, Paul. I will.”

    OOC: beating up Jokerz is free game, right?
     
  5. Asmor

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    Like your ideas, Matthan. What's your name?

    IC:

    "You guys are gonna have some fun for the party I'm gonna throw, but I need some cash first," I lectured the jokers sitting around me in the long forgotten basement. "There's a poorly guarded lab belonging to Wayne-Powers here," I gestured on the map, "and I figure we could find something to pawn off there. So get going- sooner I get the money sooner you get the party." They started to get up and leave. "Oh, by the way boys." "Yeah, Mr. J?" one of them responded. "Remember to smile." "Right Mr. J."

    They walked out, and I just laughed to myself. Morons. I probably could have convinced them I was the Joker even without the help of my little toy, I thought as I caressed the shiny ball in my hand.

    ***

    The slam of a door from a nearby alley caused the Jokerz pause. They saw a dark sillouhette coming their way from out of the alley.

    "Hey, how 'bout we have some fun first?" the big one suggested?

    The others just laughed.
     
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  6. Trent Lane

    Trent Lane How can that be?!

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    Dick Grayson

    While Katharina took on the guards, I slipped away and did my best to make my way to the Labs. I found a layout of the building on one of the walls and made my way to the nearest labratory section on this floor. As I was about to turn a corner I heard several footstpes, carrying something. I pressed my body against the wall and waited for them to go past, hoping I would not be seen. They were all faced forward, carrying the body of Talia, the mind of Ra's. The men all were focused on the end of the hallway, never looking over to see me. I turned the corner and proceeded after them, fairly far behind as they enter the Lab. I looked into the room and watched as the next phase of Ra's al Ghul's rebirth was started...

    OOC: Not much, but thing's have been.... really slow as of late. We need to move on...
     
  7. Matthan

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    Hope you weren't attatched to those Jokerz

    OOC: Asmor - let's take it slow. One of the rules is not to start a divergent story line. Let's assume current time (i.e. me in the elevator) = Ras/Talia coming out of the pit. We can try to work ourselves in as things happen or this storyline ends. For my name, see my first post and my super hero name is in this one. Oh, and can you edit your post to where they don't know about the secret entrance. That was supposed to be one of Bruce's that he built, so it wouldn't be public knowledge. That and I need a way to get outside without everyone knowing where my base is. Just have them trying to find a way to break in and they run across me. Anyways, you can always find more Jokerz so I took care of these for you.

    IC:
    I step out into the cold night. I feel nothing. The suit regulates my body’s temperature perfectly. With less than a thought, the emblem emblazoned upon my chest fades. I look around briefly and hear voices coming my way. I try to stand into the shadows, but the four Jokerz have already spotted me.

    I quickly size them up. There is one small one wielding a chain with one end wrapped tightly around his forearm for control. Two average size thugs stand in the middle. One has a long knife and the other has a club painted to look like a clown. The biggest of the four seems to be leading the pack and is swinging a rubber chicken with protruding spikes throughout its surface.

    It is the largest one who speaks up first. “Hey! Wanna hear a joke?”

    I couldn’t resist. My fingers had already balled up into a fist as itched for this fight. “Sure,” I replied.

    “What’s black and blue and red all over?”

    “You in two minutes,” was my calm reply as I let my emblem light up and stepped into the light.

    The Jokerz took a step back as they realized what they were up against. The small one spoke up first, “B-b-boss, let’s get out of here!”

    As the tiny one turned to run away, the larger clown grabbed him by the collar and tossed him at me as he shouted, “Get that freak!”

    The tiny one came at me first swinging his chain in a high arc at my head. I duck underneath it and rush him. As I drive the palms of my hands into his abdomen, the air flies out of his lungs. I follow through with an uppercut against his exposed chin. As his body is being flung away, I grab at the flailing chain and thanks to my new speed and strength, I’m able to achieve my goal.

    I wrench the end of the chain in my hands and swing the tiny Joker like a rag doll. One complete revolution later, the tiny Joker greets his two average sized friends at about thirty miles an hour. The trio flies back and slam into the back wall of the alley. The leader shows his surprise for an instant before he too comes to attack me.

    He wields the spiked chicken above his head, apparently hoping that a powerful strike will end the fight. I intend to disappoint him. I step to the side and grab his wrist as he tries to bring the chicken down on me. I hear the crack of bone as I adjust his swing straight into his stomach. Blood begins to quickly flow out of the wound as the large Joker falls to his knees.

    “Still need the black and blue part, don’t we?”
    I slam the palms of my hands into his temples and he falls over unconscious. One swift kick has him joining his friends in the unconscious pile at the end of the alleyway.

    "One minute and thirty seconds. Not bad."

    I walk over to the pile of Jokerz and see that one of the average sized ones is barely conscious. I grab him by the collar and with one hand lift him up off the ground.

    “Remember this symbol, Punk!” I say as I point to my chest. “Remember it and tell all of your friends that I’m coming for them. When I’m done with you and your friends there will be no more Jokerz or T’s to terrorize this city even if I have to beat that lesson into each one of you one at a time. Tell them. Make sure you tell them.”

    My only response is a terrified nod from the boy. I bring my hand up and flip my finger on his forehead to knock him out.

    “Now, what to do with these four?”

    *****

    The secret wall panel swings open and I see Paul looking at the vid screen by his desk.

    “Come here, you’ll want to hear this,” he shouts at me.

    I looked at the vid screen. It was the news.

    “This is a live video taken outside the Wayne Powers research facility located on 32nd street. Authorities are currently extracting four young men from a light pole that has been wrapped around them. The men are allegedly Jokerz and police are still trying to find out how they came to have the large, light pole bent around them. The only thing that any of the Jokerz are saying is a muttered, “Blue Dragon.” More on this story as this develops.”

    The screen shifts to the main anchor, “Well, it looks like once again Gotham has become a vigilante farm. Along with reports of a new Batman for the last year or so, there have also been more recent reports of other costumed vigilantes battling for their version of justice on our streets. Commissioner Barbara Gordon has not yet made a statement concerning this new vigilante, but rumors are already flying around the net about who this Blue Dragon may be and what his goal is. Of course, we will give you all of the latest updates on the Blue Dragon and other stories right here on… *click*”

    Paul gives me a look, “I take it the test went well?”

    I allow my helmet to retract. My head is completely revealed except for a small part that still guards the back of my neck where the neural implant is accessed by the suit. “I promise you. They came after me. I was just in the right place at the right time. And the light pole thing was just convenient.”

    Paul and I both shared a laugh before he responded, “Well, Blue Dragon, I guess we can call this a success and go home for the day. I put all of your clothes on your chair at your desk. You’ll need to get dressed.”

    “Thanks, Paul.” I step over to my portion of the lab and let the suit retract into my body. I feel weaker and heavier with it off. My movement seem sluggish to me compared to what I just did. It will take some getting used to. Even with all of the metal in my body, I still move on the fast side of a normal human. Yet, compared to what I can do with the suit activated, it seems sluggish.

    I shrug off the thought, as I get dressed. The suit’s power supply was barely tapped into. Without the weapon systems installed, the suit could probably stay active for nearly a day straight. At this point, the suit can recharge itself of my own bioelectricity, but I need to be careful when I’ve used it for longer periods of time. I’ll to recharge it when I get home in those cases. A direct electrical feed can recharge the suit from drained to full in under an hour. With just my body working at it, it would take three days. Just another issue with being a hero, I guess.
    Paul and I can hopefully finish the design phases on the first set of weapons this week and get them built and installed. I’ve actually done it. Paige, if you’re watching me, I hope I make you proud.

    As an afterthought, I move a large table to block the concealed passageway and join Paul in the elevator. I can barely hold back my excitement over everything that has happened today.
     
  8. Asmor

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    OOC:
    Sorry about that, I suppose it was a bit presumptuous of me. Anywhoo, it's edited now.

    And what's so divergent about a guy whose main point is making money trying to make some money? Perfect excuse to sound a couple of Jokerz your way. ;)

    Fear not, I won't start anything until after this.
     
  9. Asmor

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    OOC:

    Sorry for the delay in this post. Wanted to catch up on the past few pages and this was my first chance.

    IC:

    It's been a couple hours since I saw the news, those incompetent morons bound up mumbling something about a Blue Dragon.

    I doubt it. I emptied the last bit of vodka from the glass and then threw it against the wall. Batman, more likely. I took a swig straight from the bottle. It has to be Batman. That's why he's there, to ruin my plans. Dammit.

    Why can't anything ever go right? All I need is a little bit more money and I'm set. No more having to put up with these damn kids, no more Jokerz, no more Spellbinder, no more... No more Batman.

    Just me, a Mai Tai and a nice ocean sunset.

    I try to find another glass but, failing that, finish off the rest straight from the bottle and fall into a drunken sleep on the old, ratty couch.
     
  10. Asmor

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    IC

    Spellbinder drops a pin and cringes as he hears the deafening roar of its fall.

    :p C'mon, post something! Jeebus.
     
  11. Mr. Obsession

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    ooc: What can I say, I've been consumed by something called real life. :p

    ic:
    Ibn

    "Would someone mind explaining to me what's going on?" A young woman exclaims loudly.

    I sigh inwardly, these distractions are getting tiresome, and signal for the two guards closest to the door. As the approach her she slips into a fighting position and prepares to fight.

    Where is Nightwing? I think too myself. She and I will have to have a long talk about this.

    "What is going on, my dear, is that you are trespassing. Now if you'll be so kind as to follow these gentlemen they will escort you upstairs where you will wait until I decide what to do with you."

    "Sure", she quips, "and I'm sure you're just going to call the police and charge me with trespassing. I think I'll take my chances with you're goons."

    With that the men attack. I'll admit that she's good enough to play around with out breaking a sweat. And she finishes the fight a few short moments after it began. She looks at Father and Terry, and than back to me.

    I must end this. With my hands at my side the small revolver which I always keep on me drops from my coat sleeve and into my right hand, quickly I bring it up and aim it straight at her forehead.

    "Ibn." Father says sternly.

    "Oh, that's right. You don't like guns." I say pointing the gun barrel up a by a small degree before firing. The bullet whizzes over her head by a centimeter. She understands the message and takes up a relaxed stance, dropping the aggressive one. But noticed that there was never any fear in her eyes, I find that... unnerving.

    "So, is she an acquaintance of you're Father? Or perhaps something to Mr. McGunnis?"

    "You could say that." Terry says. Father grunts, not offering a real answer.

    "Very well, Terry. If you vouch for this young woman..."

    "My name is Katharina."

    "If you vouch for Katharina, Terry, she can stay. Just, and I say this to both of you, don't interfere further."

    "All right" he says and walks over to her and whispers, "you better have a good reason for coming down here... twip."

    "Good", I say, "now that everything is settled, let us go check on Grandfather."

    As I lead them down the hall I hear her ask, to Father or Terry I'm not quite sure which, "So who's his grandfather and who was the woman?"

    "The woman is his grandfather." Terry says.

    "WHAT?!"

    "Ever hear of the Near Apocalypse of '09?"

    "Who hasn't... wait he's the grandson of Ra's al Ghul?"

    "Yep, and after the battle Razz's daughter..."

    "Ra's" I correct.

    "I know" he says "I just wanted to find out if that got under your skin too. Anyway, Ra's let his daughter Talia sacrifice herself so that he could have a body to hold his mind since he was dying."

    "Wait. He put his mind in his... ewwwww!"

    "Tell me about it, at least I never kissed him."

    "I don't get it."

    "I'll tell you about it later." Terry says, noticing the hurt look on Father's face.

    From down the hall come the shouts of Grandfather, demanding to be freed and for explanations. Yet despite his anger, he still maintains that regal air of his.

    "Good, he's awake. Let's go greet the mad man Father. But I shouldn't talk about him like that. He is family after all."


    ooc: Hope you don't mind Batgirl_2005 but I was having a little fun with Katharina there. :)
     
  12. Asmor

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    Spellbinder

    I've sobered up, but when I realized how much money I still needed to make the kinda money I want, it made me wish I wasn't sober.

    And so I'd found a new bunch of kids to call my own, this time impersonating some guy the Jokerz told me was big with the T's. When I approached them, they practically forced me to order them around. To their credit, they weren't morons like the Jokerz. It wasn't enough, though, they'd pulled off a couple small jobs for me and all I had to show for it was a couple hundred creds.

    We're all at their hang out. I bought some cheap booze to keep the young teens happy but stayed away from it myself, not wanting to suffer a hangover.

    "Y'know, I heard glow boy's back," one of them said to the other.

    "Huh?"

    "The Powers guy. You know, he started blowing up his board room at that meeting and then his skin peeled off and you could see his skeleton."

    "Oh yeah. I thought he died."

    "Nope. My friend who works there told me word goin' around is he's back and trying to take the company back."

    "Man, I wouldn't mind taken that company myself. Imagine how many slappers you could buy with that those creds."

    They started laughing at the obviously impossible feat. I, on the other hand, had a brain storm.

    "What if I said you could?" I asked them.

    "You gotta be kiddin' me, Jack." Jack, that's it. I'd forgotten the name of this guy I was impersonating. Heh. Didn't matter, I just had to plant the seed and it stayed there.

    "You doubtin' me?"

    "Nah, it's just-"

    "Shutup. Now listen, I know some people in there, who can get us in. We get in there, take Powers's son and make a fortune sellin' 'im back.

    They soaked that in for a minute. Some of them looked hesitant.

    "Come on, let's go," I ordered.

    There drunken state, combined with my false status, made their minds up for them and they followed me out, obviously nervous but acting excited and/or macho so the others wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, someone had stolen our car. It's like people see a hotwired ride with the doors ripped off and think it's theirs or something. No biggie, we just 'aquire' a new one and drive down to a couple blocks away from Wayne Powers main building and ditch the car.

    We walk down to it, staying in the shadows

    "Ok, listen, you guys go over to that garage, and don't let anyone see you. I'm gonna call my friend and get him to open it."

    "Alright."

    While they run off, I run around the corner to the guard building and make the lone guy in there think I'm one of them.

    "Hey, get a team over to the east garage, just saw a bunch of T's headed over there. I think they're armed."

    "Right!" He says something into a microphone and then runs out.

    I deactivate the motion sensors and then walk into the building.

    Needless to say, this late at night, it's pretty empty. There's a lone receptionist, I go up to her.

    "Hey..." I read her name tag, "Lois. I forgot my keys. You got a spare for my office?"

    "Oh, Mr. Powers, what are you doing here so late?"

    "I forgot something."

    "Of course, Mr. Powers."

    "Thanks, hon. Oh, and call me Paxton."

    "Of course Mr.- I mean Paxton."

    I flash her a smile and take the card she hands me. I hop in the elevator and read the panel with the list of offices. Nothing about Paxton Powers, but there's nothing written about what's on the top floor.

    "Top floor"

    "Authorization required to access top floor. Please presen-" I flash the card at the camera in the corner of the elevator and it begins to ascend. After what seems forever the doors open and I'm presented with a huge, plush office. There are burn marks on the floor, looks like Blight might have been in here. He's not now, though, and neither is Paxton, so I lay down on the couch and take a look at the clock. 2 AM. Might as well take a little nap while I wait.
     
  13. Blight

    Blight Walking radioactive biohazard

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    THE RETURN OF DEREK POWERS!!!

    Blight/Derek Powers

    IC: After an aching twenty four hours, I step into the science lab once again. "Is this damn machine ready yet?" I ask impatiently.

    "It is, sir. I daresay you'll want to be trying it out now?" says my head scientist, Rick.

    "Indeed" I say with a smile. I step over to the large machine. "Now, you're sure this skin will only burn off at my will" I ask.

    "Yes, sir" Rick replies, "This skin is triple layered and radiation proof, and will not burn off unless you choose to turn up your heat levels to a temperature significant enough to shed it. I can guarantee you won't have any trouble with it. Now, if you'll please lie down here we can begin".

    I do as he says and lie down on the lab table. Rick presses a button and the machine seals itself shut around me, bathing me in complete darkness. I can hear the machine start to hum as it begins its work. After about ten seconds, the mahine opens and I sit up. I look at my now skin covered hands. Rick holds up a mirror and I gaze at my face. Not only do I once again look normal, but I also feel normal. Before I can fully take in what has happened, I hear the voice of another of my scientists, "Um, sir... I think you'd better have a look at this. This is, um... really weird".

    I get up and walk over to the scientist, who is standing in front of the video monitors. "What?" I say, but my question is quickly answered for me. On one of the monitors is a man in a black and red costume snoozing on a couch in my office. I stare at the monitor in shock for a while, before I turn and grab my clothes and race out of the room. I put them on in a hurry as I rush to my office to solve the mystery of the sleeping idiot who dared to break into my building. I slam the door open and find not a black and red costumed man, but my own son sleeping on the couch. "What the hell?!" I say in alarm. Paxton wakes with a start. He smiles. "Oh good" he says in a voice very different from Paxton's. His form changes suddenly from that of Paxton Powers to that of the black and red costumed man I saw on the video monitor. "I've been expecting you" he says.

    OOC: Wheh, it feels good to be posting IC again! Anyways, it's your move Asmor! Take it away!

    See ya!
    Blight
     
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  14. Batgirl_2005

    Batgirl_2005 Don't I Wish...

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    I hate being called a twip. ANd what guys Terry the right to call me that? ANd this Ibn guy tried to kill me. THAT made me mad. And this whole situation should probably be thoroughly creeping me out by now... But it's fun to me. The whole thing... But seriously this guy's whole family is totally twisted! Putting his grandfather's brain in his mother's body?! EEEEYuck.. Heh... Although it's quite entertaining.

    "Good, he's awake. Let's go greet the mad man Father. But I shouldn't talk about him like that. He is family after all." Ibn states.

    From what I've heard, and am hearing now if he's the guy shouting at the top of his lungs, the term mad man fits him quite well.

    ooc: sorry... just posting! o.o
     
  15. Shriek

    Shriek Warriors.. Come Out To Play!

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    OOC: Let me give this a shot!

    IC:

    "What the hell!? Answers Now!" Ra's Shouts in his own voice.

    "I don't even want to look at the freak." I say.

    "Silence!" Ibn says as his guard backhands me in the head with his club.

    "Ugh!" I clench a fist, but it quickly opens as I see the club getting ready to come back. "Ok I get the point!" I say rubbing my head.

    "Whatever happens. None of you make a smirk, smile, or sudden movement. Ra's will be very dangerous and I don't want any of you getting hurt." Bruce orders.

    Kat adds, "I can take him!"

    "You probably could. But remember, It's a girl!" I say as I laugh.

    "Oh yea. And an ugly one if that." Katharina adds.

    "Stop with the jokes now!" Ibn shouts. He points the revolver at Kat's head.

    I quickly stand in front of her. "That's my fault Ibn. I won't let it happen again."

    "Very well then." Ibn says.

    Ibn reaches into his suit pocket and grabs a security card. He swipes it down the scanner and the door begins to open.

    OOC: DUN DUN DUN! Mr. O you can have the honors of describing Ra's.
     
  16. Asmor

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    OOC:

    I hate to nitpick, but for reasons I won't say this is an important point.

    You wouldn't see paxton in the security monitor, you'd see me. Besides the fact that I was asleep at the time my device doesn't work through TV and such, you need to actually be looking at it. But I doubt it would change your reaction very much, so I'll pick it up from there. :)

    IC:

    "Who are you and what are you doing in here?" Derek asks, somewhere on the short road between annoyed and outraged.

    "What you should be asking is why haven't I been here sooner."

    He pulls out a gun and levels it at my head. "What I should be asking is where do you want me to dump your ashes?"

    "It's ok, put the gun down. I've got a proposition."

    He maintains the gun's position. "I'm listening." The tone of his voice tells me he's getting farther down that previously mentioned road.

    I leisurely stand up, stretch and start to walk accross the office.

    "Magnificent art." I state matter of factly.

    "Get on with-" suddenly I disappear. He sees movement out of the corner of his eye, turns and fires. The bullet pierces Batman's chest, and he grasps at the wound. He pulls off his mask, revealing Paxton's face.

    "Why?" is all Paxton says as he walks over to Derek and collapses on him in a weak hug. Paxton drops the gun as he contemplates the utterly bizarre site before him, and I take that moment to take the place of my illusion. When Derek looks down at Paxton and embraces him, I end his beguilement. "Why, daddy?" I say with a little chuckle in my voice.

    He pushes me away in anger and confusion, but not before I kick the gun accross the room. He contemplates showing his true colors, but instead decides he wants his skin to last at least one day, so he says with no small amount of maliciousness, "What do you want?"

    "My my my, Blight, you've certainly learned to keep your anger in check. Last time as I recall it just took a couple diseased fish to get you burning down your own building."

    Derek pressed something under the cuff on his left arm and said out loud "Security to my office."

    "You've got around 45 seconds to convince me to turn my security team away."

    "Oh." I was getting a bit carried away, maybe this is for the best, I think to myself.

    I explain to him what I came here to tell him.

    Just as I'm finishing up, his security team bursts into the room. They don't see me even though I'm standing right in front of Derek.

    "Mr. Powers?" one of them asks.

    "This was just a test. Next time get here faster. I'm docking all of your pay. Leave."

    "Uh... Yes Mr. Powers."

    I appear again and let out an audible sigh of relief. Thought I'd lost him for a moment.

    "What do you need?" he asks.

    "Time, money and a lab."

    "Very well. But if you cross me again I'll personally see to it that you live forever, and make sure you won't enjoy it."

    OOC:

    Well, that about sets the stage. I told Blight about the plan in a PM because, well, what fun would it be if everyone knew? ;)
     
  17. Mr. Obsession

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    Guess I just have to give it a shot. :p

    ic: Ibn

    What is it with these pretenders. The boy, McGuniss, annoys me to no end but father seems attached to him that alone spares his life... for now. The insolent girl, however will die as soon as I find the time to deal with her.

    I reach into my suit pocket and grabs a security card. Swipes it down the scanner the door begins to open. As it does the angry voice of Grandfather, probably the only way I have ever known him, is shouting orders and questions. The guards and lab techs pay him no heed.

    "Ah, Grandfather. How does it feel to return to the living?"

    His/her head snaps around and Grandfather's eyes focus on mine.

    "Ibn! What is the meaning of this? This was not the plan!"

    "What? The plan that if you failed to take Father's body I would willingly give up mine? That one died with you. No, actually it probably died once I learned a few things about you, the Society of Shadows, and the way the world works. The new plan, the one I've been working on for the last ten years is now in effect."

    "And what plan is that?" Grandfather asks.

    "The one where I take everything ever denied to me by your foolish ambition!"

    "You can't be serious, it will never work." He says realizing what I have planned, for the first time. None of my 'guests' do, yet.

    "Oh, I'm quite serious. In fact I've already done what you yourself deemed impossible: resurrection after months of being in the grave."

    "You won't get away with this Ibn! There are still those loyal to me in the Society!"

    "Not anymore."

    "No! You couldn't purged them all!" Grandfather shouts, not believing it.

    "Ibn, you didn't." Father says softly.

    "I prefer to think of it as purifying the Society. Upon your death the majority saw it as a change in leadership, and until I die things will remain as they are to them. To the minority, well they're in no position to help you."

    I snap my fingers and a dozen more guards enter the room.

    "Restrain them" I say, pointing to Father, the boy, and the girl. "I do not want them to interfere. If they do you will all suffer. The failure of one is the failure of all."

    Father manages to whack two upside their heads with his cane and Terry barely manages to be held, the same for the girl. But in the end the are restrained.

    "And what do you hope to accomplish by this Ibn!"

    "Just assuring that you will not interfere. Now be silent or I will have you bound and gagged!" Turing to one of the lab technicians I nod. "Bring it in."

    The lab technicians wheel in a device, similar to the mind transfer device used by Grandfather, only smaller with a large cylinder attached where the receiving unit goes. Inside the cylinder is a body.

    "No!" Grandfather shouts.

    "Yes Grandfather I know you've always detested the idea of cloning yourself. But I figured it would be a new experience for you. And life is suppose to be full of new experiences isn't it? I mean you certainly weren't willing to experience childbirth otherwise you wouldn't have asked Mother to make the sacrifice until after I was born."

    "Don't do this Ibn."

    "Don't beg Grandfather, it's beneath you. You are the great Ra's al Ghul after all." I say as I walk around the device. "I'm particularly proud of this creation, you're clone, that is. It took me years to perfect this. The mind is of course blank, I wouldn't want to sacrifice another individual just to satisfy your parasitic need to live. The cellular structure has been adapted to accept the regenerative effects of the pits to their maximum potential and the rejunitive effects of the pits should last at least twice as long, I know how important that is to you. And the natural healing of the body has been enhanced. Without the effects of the pits you should live at least twice as long as the average male, provided someone doesn't kill you first. Of course the offset to all this is that the new body is only about twelve years old physically, but I don't think puberty is something you'll be able to overcome with too much difficulty. Oh yes, and I know you do love certain aspects of your appearance so I prepared for this as well. If you look closely around the temples you will see premature gray. Personally I think this youth looks quite fetching, you'll be fighting off every prepubescent lass for miles." I smile at my last comment.

    "You're insane, you ungrateful whelp."

    "Said the pot to the kettle. Enough of this. Begin the transfer."

    And as the machine activated the room was filled with the screams of Ra's al Ghul.
     
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  18. Trent Lane

    Trent Lane How can that be?!

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    Dick Grayson

    I watched from outside the lab as Bruce, Terry, and Katharina were detained. Ibn walked around the room, speaking to Ra's as a device was wheeled out. Mind transferance apparently, though I don't know why. Ibn seemed to think Ra's was inferior to him, so why bring him back to life? And why transfer his mind into this hollow body? Too many questions to be asked, and I don't know what to do. If I go in, either I or one of them or all of us are as good as dead. If I stay out here, the rebirth of one of the most evil men ever will be completed. As I ponder this, someone taps my shoulder.

    "Remember me?" Nightwing throws a punch to my gut, and I fall to my knees...
     
  19. Shriek

    Shriek Warriors.. Come Out To Play!

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    I have to do something soon. I cannot let this all happen. The most evil mind of all time is about to be set free and all I can do is watch.

    I'm no match against these 12 gaurds. Even without the Bat Suit that I don't have.

    I stare around the room several times and I see two shadows battling each other viciously.

    I squint my eyes tightly and I can make out Dick's figure. Nightwing! She'll kill him.

    "Ibn? I gotta take a squirt." I say.

    "A Squirt? You mean you have to urinate, now at all times?" Ibn asks.

    "Yeah! When you gotta go you gotta go."

    "Escort him and the girl!" Ibn orders to two guards.

    "I don't have to go!" Kat says.

    "You do now!" Ra's scorches.

    Two guards armed with Stunner Staffs escort us out of the room.

    The minute the door closes I whip my right arm around me and elbow the guard in the face. I grab his staff with both hands and jam into him and watch him shake and fall to the ground.

    I slide the staff between the door handles so they cannot open from the inside.

    "Kat you take the guy! Watch those staffs though because they hurt. I've gotta help Dick!" I shout.

    I grab knocked out guard's iron chest plate and strap it on. I bolt on down the hallway towards Dick and Nightwing.

    "Man this thing is heavy." I say exhaustidly. I take off the vest as I run and hold it behind me like I would hold a baseball bat. As I run full spring down the hallway I see Nightwing about to make the final blow to Dick.

    As she extends her arm back I come sprinting full speed and bash the iron plate into her head.

    She instantly falls to the ground with blood rushing from her head.

    "Dick? You alright?" I ask.

    I extend my hand.
     
  20. Mr. Obsession

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    Ibn

    As the guards escort out the boy and girl my ear piece crackles.

    "Ibn. I'm sorry but the intruders got past me. But I'm working on neutralizing that right now. Just another moment and I'll deal with the... * thwang * ...uhhh..."

    "Seal off this room NOW!" I shout to one of the technicians. As they do so, I check the readings. "Only a moment more."

    And with a flash of light and a final scream of agony from Grandfather the process is completed. I look at the senior lab technician, waiting for his report.

    "The process is complete sir. Readings indicate brain activity within the expected norms for Host B, and rising."

    "And Host A?" I ask looking at the limp form of my mother.

    "Minor activity, all centered around normal biological functions. Not higher activity, yet sir."

    "All right. Transfer her to Medial Lab 1 and keep my posted. And drain the tank and put Ra's in Medical Lab 2. Make sure he's restrained, I don't want him hurting himself. And let me know when he's awake."

    "Yes sir."

    "Ibn."

    "Oh yes. Release my Father, gentlemen. I'm sorry Father, but this was all necessary. If you were in my place I'm sure you would have done the same thing."

    "Don't be so sure. So what was this all about?"

    I look at the technicians as the wheel out the body of my Mother, effectively in a coma. "I'm only trying to take back what was stolen from me so long ago Father."
     
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