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Post by themascura on Dec 11, 2011 18:05:13 GMT -5
The Martian Man hunter stalked the halls of the Watchtower, headquarters of the Justice League. The hallways were growing thick with darkness as one Hero at a time turned their lights out for the night. There would still be some activity. As Batman had once put it, crime never slept. So long as daylight spread it's fingers over some patch of earth, a hero would be awake and aware to protect it.
He was on his way back to the break room, where Batman had just sent him a set of adolescent heroes in training. Apparently the boys had been getting themselves into some sort of trouble, and Batman wanted them out of his hair for a while, in a place where they couldn't get up to too much trouble. Unfortunately, the boys had timing that did not work out for either adult. When push came to shove, however, the Martian would always do what he could to help Batman in any situation. Typically he would expect such arrivals in the far busier control room, but Batman had his secret was in and out of the Watchtower that few were privy to. He also preferred to be able to come and go unseen. Others found this unnerving, but J'onn understood that Batman did it all out of a sense of responsibility. The Dark Knight had long ago decided that he needed to have the ability to avert any disaster or save anyone in or around the Watchtower.
Earth was lucky to have such a man on it's side.
As J'onn rounded the final corner, he reflected on the fact that he had left his unwilling partner- a young shape shifter who he had drafted to aid in rescuing the Creeper- in the break room as well. He could gather his charges and 'companion' all at once, saving him time, though not necessarily trouble. The girl he had brought with him was extremely suspicious and guarded in nature. There was no telling how she would react to a potential trio of adolescent boys, some of which had a bad habit of saying things without considering the potential impact of their words, however innocently they were meant.
In short, they were teenage boys, and she might as well have been a war veteran.
He glanced one last time at the endless view of stars and planets that the windows of the Watchtower provided. Finally, after several moments of reflection, he triggered the door, waiting to see what he would find behind the stainless steel barrier.
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Post by Krepta on Dec 12, 2011 0:10:00 GMT -5
This was the second time in her life Krepta had been in the Watchtower, and just as the first time, it was still a fairly intimidating place-- even more-so now. There was no hiding behind Creeper this time-- especially since she had elected to remain big, red and scaly. She felt too vulnerable around the Martian to begin with, not to mention the other heroes. Krepta had never received an invitation to join the JLA when they had expanded-- she had never expected one to begin with, and to be honest, never really wanted one. She had always felt she was never good enough-- never pure enough to join the ranks of people such as Batman. Krepta didn't follow the rules. She was unstable, dangerous, more harm than help most of the time when it came to teams-- even with The Elementals. No, it was for the best.
Still, it left her feeling extremely out of place up here among the stars-- real and metaphorical. Several passed-- some she recognized, some she didn't-- and gave her strange looks. At least she had one thing ruling in her favor-- even here, few of these heroes had ever encountered a dragon before, and they were likely more curious about what she was, rather than why she was there.
Even so, she kept cautiously to one of the corners of the room The Martian had left her in, green eyes glowing slits of suspicion, muscles taught and ready for trouble. The room was too open for her liking-- nothing to cover her backside. It made her even more nervous, if possible.
Hissing absentmindedly under her breath, Krepta turned to stare out at the window, down at the massive, sparkling ball of blue and green that was her home. She had been down there not but five minutes ago. It never ceased to amaze her, the technology the League possessed-- not to mention terrify her. Still, watching her far away home drift among the winking gems of distant suns and planets left her with a strangely peaceful feeling, despite all that was going on. Maybe things would be okay after all?
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Post by ZiggBot on Dec 13, 2011 15:24:47 GMT -5
While he ad spent the earlier moments gawking in awe at his surroundings; the huge base, the stars, the technology, ever since entering the break room all Superboy felt like he could focus on was the giant red dragon, grumpily sitting in her own self-designated area. That, and his telepot-sickness. He couldn't hide the fact that he looked a bit green after that. He had sat himself down at one of the tables in the center of the room, hoping that avoiding staring out at the void would possibly help him feel better faster. It wasn't particularly serious, but it was naggingly annoying.
Still, despite his efforts to the contrary, he kept awkwardly staring in the dragon's direction. What was she even doing here? He couldn't recall any dragons being in the JLA, but then again, he didn't know everyone, yet. He lifted a cup of ginger tea that he had gotten from the cafe, compliments of the cashier after seeing him. Sipping at it, he kept his eyes on Krepta, no longer particularly realizing if he was being rude or not. He didn't look accusing, at all. He looked much more curious, almost as if he were a small child staring at a large zoo animal for the first time.
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Post by chikaradesu on Jan 24, 2012 16:23:27 GMT -5
The Watchtower. THE Watchtower. Wally couldn't believe it. He had dreamed of this place ever since the League first moved here from the Hall of Justice. He'd imagined how the Flash would be when he was up here, orbiting around the earth that he helped protect, what the heroes did. He'd imagined their lunch breaks. Even heroes got to eat, right? Now of course Wally knew better now that he actually knew the Flash, and wasn't just a oblivious fanboy who, without knowing, idolized his uncle.
Taking in the scenery now, was a very surreal feeling. And not just because of the motion sickness, but also because it was so much different from what he used to imagine it being like, yet it was so fitting. The Watchtower consisted of clean, minimalist lines, white walls, cielings, floor, tables.. uh... everything, with exception of the doors, which looked like they were made from some kind of steel. It felt -cold- yet professional, fitting the Justice League, especially Batman, who Wally knew to be the designer of this whole piece of awesome.
And then he noticed the Dragon. The big beautiful, scary dragon that had been in Robin's room back in Evington. What did she call herself again? Oh yes! "Heeeeey, Spit-fire! How's it going?" Wally raised his hand in greeting, motion sickness long forgotten.
((Again! I'm so sorry for the totally unacceptable late reply! I hadn't seen the thread! I've even checked the forum every other day, hoping that there'd be some updates D: I'm so sorry!))
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Post by themascura on Jan 25, 2012 14:49:59 GMT -5
As the store slid away from his hand, J'onn was treated to more or less exactly the sight he had expected. Thankfully the boys had not had too much time alone with the young lady. Still, a tumult of emotions nearly staggered him as he entered the room. It never ceased to astound him the amount of emotion the young could conjure up at any given moment. On the one side he had nausea, curiosity, awe and excitement. From the other side of the room anxiety warred with similar feelings of awe, and perhaps even a little bit of peace? Had that niggling little bit of peacefulness existed, it was surely about to disappear as the more... energetic... of the two teens suddenly drew attention to the dragon.
"Ahem." He stepped forward quickly, clearing his throat loudly.
"Kid Flash. Superboy." He greeted the two boys with a small nod, "Welcome to the Watchtower. Please refrain from touching anything you do not recognize the exact purpose of." He warned immediately. Best to get that out of the way first and foremost. Kidflash had an irrepressible curiosity that had landed him in trouble more than once.
"If any of you have any questions, now would be the best time to ask them. We will be moving on shortly to mission briefing." He declared solemnly, without a single facial tick to reveal his emotions.
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Post by Krepta on Jan 28, 2012 20:43:10 GMT -5
Krepta had to try very hard not to say something very rude to the teenage boy staring at her from across the room. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to being stared at-- in fact, in the old days it was kind of an ego boost-- but all this attention on her lately ( especially in the Watchtower ) was making her extremely uncomfortable. In fact, she was just about to give into her temper when a familiar voice reached her ears in the form of an oh-so-enthusiastic greeting.
Oh dear lord, no.
And then the Martian made his grand re-entrance and she jumped nearly out of her skin. It took nearly all of her strength not to whirl and take off a limb. God. This was not good for her nerves. Telepaths and teenage boys. If she got out of this alive...
"Heya, Squirt. I've seen better days. Tell your friend that it's rude to stare, eh? I'm know I'm good looking, but pink and fleshy isn't really my type." She offered a crooked grin. There. Some humor to lighten the mood, maybe. It always made her feel better to crack a joke, even if it wasn't a very good one. "Been keeping out of trouble?"
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Post by ZiggBot on Jan 31, 2012 20:49:23 GMT -5
He looked over to the Martian Manhunter as he began to speak. He listened carefully, but furrowed a brow that the mention of a mission. "Wait, a mission? I thought we were sent up here by Batman so we would be kept away from that. There was something going on with the communications, and Batman didn't want us to be lured into a trap." Not that he wasn't itching to go fight some baddies, he just didn't want to incur the the wrath of the Bat.
Conner straightened up in his seat when the dragon mentioned him, then sank back down and looked away once she mentioned his staring. "Uhh. Heheh, sorry." he nervously said, trying not to make much eye contact. How could he not have stared? She was a dragon! Still he felt pretty awkward after she mentioned it. How would he have felt, being gawked at by a total stranger?
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Post by chikaradesu on Feb 5, 2012 17:00:48 GMT -5
Martian Manhunter entered as Spit-Fire started to talk. A smile found it's way to Kid Flash's features. "Yeah, no trouble here. Got Robs home, kind of entered the Batcave with out permission, and now I'm here. In the Watchtower. Cool, huh?"
Wait a minute. A mission? Weren't they sent up here to just.. Not get into trouble while the communication systems were down? "Wait, Mr. M are you sure? I mean, Batman pretty much told us to stay put." Wally glanced at Superboy, taking the Kid's slightly confused look, as a confirmation that his brain wasn't failing him.
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Post by themascura on Feb 6, 2012 17:43:18 GMT -5
"It was not the original plan." The Martian explained without inflection to both the boys. He soaked in the Dragoness's reactions to both Superboy's attention and Kidflash's greeting. It appeared at least one of the teenagers had already encountered his unwilling ally. Judging by the slight air of amusement in her tone, the interaction had been at least neutral, probably more along the lines of friendly. Or something bordering on friendly, he would say.
"When Batman first arranged to have you stay here he was not aware of new developments. We," He gestured to himself and the big red lady in the corner, "are to aide a fallen hero. You will watch the vehicle in which we will transport him. The danger should be minimal." He twitched his cloak off of his left shoulder and turned.
"Please follow me to the armory. We will retrieve supplies for the mission. I will brief you on the way." He intoned in his deep, gravely voice.
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Post by Krepta on Feb 6, 2012 22:16:44 GMT -5
Oddly enough, Krepta felt bad for the teen, and instantly regretted having embarrassed him to any level. "Eh, don't worry about it," she said with a raspy chuckle, "I guess I'd rather have someone staring at me than running away screaming anyhow." She took a moment to look him over, and swore there was something in his face that was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
And wait-- Batman? Krepta felt a pang of fear. While she respected the man, she also was terrified of him. Batman was not someone she wanted on her trail. He had already seen her once, and if she knew anything about Batman, once was enough. Her first trip to the Watchtower had been suspicious enough that she wouldn't be surprised if he was already gathering data on her. She wasn't sure she wanted to do anything to cross his path further.
But Creeper was counting on her. Where ever he was, what ever had happened to him, she was the only one who could help him. Without her, the mission was a failure and she knew it. Batman or no, she wasn't going to leave him to his fate. For all intensive purposes, he had been her partner that day with the unicorn, and if she had been taught anything by the Elementals, it was to never leave a partner behind. Even so, she would have to try and be as cautious as possible.
Right... time to gear up. Suddenly, it almost felt like old times. A pang of sorrow followed at that thought. The key word there was 'almost'. The old days were gone, and things would never be the same again, no matter how much she wished otherwise. "Guess we better get going then," she said, turning to follow the martian. Her body language was alert and mostly relaxed, but there was a cold note to her voice that hadn't been there before. She didn't belong up here. This was a place for heroes, and she was no hero. After this mission... well, the illusion would have to be broken. She wasn't looking forward to it. That was the thing about dreams though, as nice as they sometimes were, the dreamer eventually had to wake up.
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Post by ZiggBot on Feb 8, 2012 18:06:07 GMT -5
Wait... He would get to go on a mission, with one of the founders of the Justice League, and a dragon. This day was shaping up to be something unexpected, but entirely awesome. Connor stood up, picking his leather jacket up from the back of his chair. He wasn't exactly sure when he would find useful to him in an armory, but still followed, to watch, at least. Curiosity was one of his weakest points, and he hadn't seen the armory, yet. He couldn't help but notice the sharp, echoing thumps his booted feet made. This metal amplified everything he did, and it was almost getting to him. "Is Batman aware of this whole thing, now? No offense, I just, y'know... I don't want to get in trouble." He was almost sure Batman would understand, but at the same time he didn't know the Bat too well, and that always made him nervous.
[[gah. Short post. xD;; Oh well, it's in between actions, so...]]
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Post by themascura on Feb 15, 2012 15:51:13 GMT -5
"This way." The Martian beckoned and turned. He lead the way down the gently curving stainless steel corridors, down the elevator and through the several layers of security. The room he lead them into was also made of a metal that greatly resembled stainless steel, though it was in reality made of a much stronger alloy. The greater room they entered was in fact just an entry into several small chambers, each holding a different type or style of weapon, which could be viewed through the large windows flanking the door to each chamber.
"Krepta, please help yourself. Boys. You may choose any non-lethal weapon you like." The green man put obvious emphasis on the term non-lethal, clearly stressing the point. He gestured to the left side of the room as he spoke, indicating they could find such weapons in that direction. He turned back to Krepta and pointed to the middle of the room.
"I think you would find most weapons that would be of use to you here. If you need, we keep the magical and other... specialty weapons to the far right. Please keep in mind that anything we borrow from that side of the armory will have to be returned." He fell silent then, and took a large step back, hands at his side. He himself needed no extra equipment. There were no special requirements that might force him to need anything other than his natural gifts, at least, that he knew of.
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Post by Krepta on Feb 19, 2012 20:25:53 GMT -5
Krepta offered a dark chuckle. "I don't think I need anything," she answered, following the martian in in, "I'm the deadliest weapon I know." Still, there were things she couldn't do, of course. Electricity was a problem, for example, but she was so new in this world-- despite what this organization, whatever it might be, knew about the other heroes, it wouldn't likely know much about her. Like it or not, she was their wild card.
"Do we know exactly who we're up against," she asked, watching the other two younger heroes follow them in. To think, not too long ago, she was exactly in their shoes, but... more fire, less space. "They obviously weren't who they pretended to be... Does-- Creeper have any enemies?" She paused, pressing her scaly lips into a thin line. Of course he had enemies. He was a hero. That was practically what they based their careers on. She felt stupid... but... damn it, she was trying!
"Does... Batman know anything of use," she finished weakly, grimacing. For a rather human expression on a draconic face, it was a very toothsome look. "I mean... He usually knows something." She didn't want Batman to know about her any more than he might have, but... she figured if the Martian knew about her, then it was probably already too late. Besides, the man was useful-- more than useful. "I'm sure he's been following the case..." Batman, after all, knew everything it seemed.
She turned to the racks and displays of equipment and examined what they had available. "We'll need medical supplies, obviously," she muttered, half to herself, half to the others. She knew, in the back of her mind, that they probably already knew that, but she had been so used to flying solo-- and well, some habits were pretty hard to break. Not to mention, it was really hard to resist snatching some of that useful stuff and ferreting it away for later. She didn't think she could get away with that though. "If it's a military thing, they'll have guns," she said speaking up a little louder this time. "Which ones of you aren't bullet proof?" Her eyes drifted to the bullet proof vests lining the walls. Damn it-- if they were going to ask for her help, then they could listen to her advice and deal with it!
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Post by ZiggBot on Feb 23, 2012 16:22:25 GMT -5
[[Superboy really doesn't have much to do during this turn, so I'm just gonna forfeit my turn this round]]
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Post by themascura on Mar 1, 2012 16:13:02 GMT -5
"Nor do I." J'onn replied to Krepta's first statement. Indeed. The only piece of equipment he needed was on earth at this moment, awaiting their arrival. The truck, cleverly disguised and positioned in an inconspicuous place, was set up with any temporary medical equipment that might be needed in order to transport the Creeper, should he be gravely injured. It was the same truck that the boys were going to be intrusted to 'guard', not that J'onn forsaw any danger for the vehicle.
"If that is all then, please follow me to the transporters." He intoned, turning around. His cape flowed behind as he set off down the hallways, leading his temporary troops toward the transporters located strategically throughout the watchtower. As they neared the platform he intended for them to use (as it was one of the few big enough to fit the dragon with the others at the same time), he paused and motioned for the others to step ahead of him and onto the dais as he paused to input the coordinates of their desired location. Afterwards he stepped up onto the dais himself, waiting for the others to arrange themselves to their liking.
"Please brace yourself. I have been told that the teleportation strongly affects the digestive system of most of it's occupants." He warned tonelessly, staring straight ahead.
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