ritsukaorchid
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" Overwhelmed, underwhelmed, why isn't anybody ever just whelmed? "[A1i:1]
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Mar 3, 2012 19:37:16 GMT -5
I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard fizzled into view on a transporter to the far right of J'onn just as he finished speaking, and looked around a bit. "Hoping I didn't interrupt," he apologized, seeing as everyone was crowded around the transporter, and sporting their own strange weapons he figured they looted (with permission, of course) from the armory. He rubbed the back of his head and grinned. "Didn't miss me too much, did you?" He asked his two teammates. Then, noticing Spitfire, he gaped. "Spitfire! Good to see you! How the heck did you get mixed up in our crisis?" He questioned, confused. She'd gone from rogue to helping out the Martian Manhunter and his team. But boy, was he glad to see her. He'd been worried she ran off and got herself mixed up in something - not that he was worried she couldn't handle herself, just that she may be in trouble or hurt. She was a hero, after all. Then he remembered his lie to her. He blushed and ducked his head. "Sorry about the lie, by the way. I had no idea of knowing if you were a hero, and most people who hear about kids being beat up by their folks leave as soon as I talk - especially the looters I've met." He smiled at her, "But it seems you and Wally had quite the conversation while I was out. Thanks for helping out." He grinned. Were they leaving for the mission already? He was probably being an obstruction, but he hadn't moved from the transporter yet. He was supposed to go with them, after all - Batman had said J'onn requested him for this recon mission. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by Krepta on Mar 3, 2012 21:12:23 GMT -5
Krepta was startled by a familiar voice from behind her, as, up until that moment, she had been busy trying to not put her back to the Martian. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was just that-- well... okay, she didn't trust a telepath as far as she could throw one. Which was far, but-- she just didn't like them! She couldn't help but feel a little petulant over the situation. At the sound of Robin's voice, though, she spun around to face him with an expression of surprise on her scaly face. Kid Flash and Robin in the same room with her again? After what had happened? She wasn't so sure that was a good thing. In fact, she wasn't sure she wanted the Martian to know anything about that situation.
If he doesn't already know... she thought sourly.
Beyond that, if one rule had been drilled into her, it was that if someone had a secret identity, you didn't go around blurting it out. She didn't like how he was throwing around real names-- even in polite company.
"It's a long story," she said, trying not to think back to what happened at the docks-- or worse, what happened with Lobo and the twins. "I'm sure Kidflash can fill you in, Robin." Her tone might have been harsher than she intended, but she meant well. She didn't know about Robin's personal policies, but she was sure Batman, in all his paranoia, would have had a cow.
"The short story is that--- he found me," she said, glancing back at the Martian warily, and once again putting her side to him rather than her back, "Because The Creeper is missing in action, and I was the last one with him." Another fact she wasn't proud of. "We're going to try and find him... I guess you three are going to help in some fashion." She frowned briefly, and a sudden thought occurred to her. "So... why are you three here anyhow, speaking of? I wasn't aware you were in the league... You seem a little young. Not that you're not capable..." She'd be damned if she wasn't going to be filled in on this one, especially since she had the sneaking suspicion that someone was in trouble. Hell, she had been there enough in her youth to know!
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Post by themascura on Mar 4, 2012 12:41:13 GMT -5
The Martian froze as a new, entirely familiar face and form joined them on the teleportation platform. Robin? J'onn took a moment to digest the unexpected appearance of Batman's young protegee. The mere fact that Robin had appeared on this pad, and none of the others in the watchtower, indicated to J'onn that Batman himself had orchestrated his appearance, most likely by inducing that this pad was the least busy of the pads able to support the size of a small dragon.
The sudden appearance of a third student also most likely meant that Batman did not approve of J'onn's plan, and while he would not sabotage it, he wasn't above making it more difficult on his Martian compatriot. That was, if anyone could entirely deduce what went on behind the cowl of the masked crusader.
"No. You are not interrupting." J'onn lied. It was getting easier to do so, and it was a small lie to spare the boy's feelings. He observed the interaction between the two young heroes, then reached out and touched the button that would send them together to earth without issuing a second warning.
They arrived in an area dotted with trees and a mile or so from all other buildings in the area. Most notably, however, they arrived behind a giant purple truck, emblazoned with the image of piece of pizza surrounded by flames. The truck itself was about the size of a small u-haul or camper, and was a particular shade of fuchsia reminiscent of children's television characters.
"This will be our vehicle." He announced, taking a step away from the others as they stood beneath a suddenly more distant starry sky.
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Post by ZiggBot on Mar 13, 2012 3:31:02 GMT -5
Well that wasn't expected. Connor lurched forward after they appeared on Earth again, bracing himself against his knees. If there was one thing his stomach wasn't ready for, it was an unwarned teleportation. He almost vomited right then and there, but managed to calm his throat and stomach enough to only result in a muffled grunt. his head was swimming for about five seconds, and he finally stood straight afterwards, only to catch sight of the most ridiculous looking truck he'd ever laid his eye on.
He stifled back laughter, and only said, "Who painted that thing?" jokingly, of course. It was a small distraction from the lingering effects of the teleportation, which were nearly gone by the time he was fully sure-footed. He straightened his leather jacket, then looked around. "So... How far of a drive is this gonna be, then?" It looked about a mile to anywhere else, but why did they have to drive, anyway? To avoid arousing suspicion? They had a dragon with them.
That'd be a bit harder than just using a pizza truck.
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Post by Krepta on Mar 28, 2012 19:28:52 GMT -5
Before there was any chance for anyone to answer her questions, Krepta was suddenly elsewhere. The high ceilings and cold steel of the Watchtower was replaced by grass and trees and open skies. She whirled as nothingness turned to firm ground beneath her feet and a faint queasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She barked a strangled sounding yelp as she turned on the Martian. "What is wrong with you?" she snapped, pupils doing a strange little dance as they tried to make sense of the rapidly changed scenery before her. "Warn a person first! I ought to eat you!" She was too dizzy to do any such thing though. Turning again to stare at the oddly colored van, she rocked back on the heels of her hind feet and sat down hard. She wished to god that the trees would stop swaying. And-- was that a giant purple pizza truck? She stared in stunned silence for a moment. "Is... that really there?" she asked, honestly unsure about her own sanity for the moment.
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Post by themascura on Apr 7, 2012 11:57:05 GMT -5
J'onn telepathically tallied his companions, assuring himself they were all present and in one piece- if not particularly pleased with him. Their reactions ranged from nausea to anger, followed quickly by dismay. The first two emotions were expected. The third confused him slightly. Judging by their reactions, there was something wrong with his vehicle of choice.
"I apologize, I had forgotten the effect the transporter has on those unaccustomed to it." His red eyes glanced at each of the boys, and then the lady, offering his apology to each.
"It will most likely not happen again." He glided toward the truck, pulling open the large back doors, "Krepta and the Creeper will be conveyed here." The green skin of his hand glistened in the neon glow of dozens of flickering lights and monitors. The grass crunched softly under his feet as he moved, a reminder that at least part of the time, he was as physical as any of the others around him.
"Boys, we will be in the front." He gestured the adolescents toward the cab, "We are attempting to recover a missing hero. When last seen, he was gravely injured. The facility he is being kept in is questionable, but well equipped. Stealth will be in our best interests." He informed them all seriously, glancing from one eager face to another, and then to the irritated, but intelligent eyes of the lady.
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 8, 2012 13:28:36 GMT -5
He wasn't exactly sure what he could do. He was an alright sneaker, he supposed, but when it came down to it, he was better at breaking down doors than picking locks. He knew, however, that someone was in danger, and through that, his mind was already set on following orders as best as he could, and getting this job not only done, but done right. Never had he betrayed his urge to help others, even when the task seemed hard. "Yes, sir." he said dutifully, face now showing less of his youth and more of his determination.
"Do we have any idea of the number of guards, or their patrols?" He asked as he made his way to where he was instructed. It wasn't like he couldn't take care of any that appeared unexpectedly. A quick knock to the head, and they'd be down, not to mention their Martian team-leader could also knock them out with only his mind. Still, he'd prefer to not have to hurt anyone, at least not until he knew they deserved it.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 21, 2012 20:36:50 GMT -5
Krepta gave the Martian her best, 'you're-so-full-of-it' face. At least this gave her enough proof that he hadn't been reading her mind without her knowing it. Small comfort in a sea of discomforts, she supposed. She eyed the back of the truck dubiously, even stepping up into it with her fore-claws and giving it a few decent jiggles to test how it handled her weight. Finally, she stepped down with a disdainful sigh and looked back at the Manhunter.
"I've got a human form, you know. Several much smaller forms, in fact." Hell, in her cat form, she could probably even ride in someone's lap. She was probably going to have to ride in the back of the truck anyhow though. She missed the jet. Grumbling to herself, Krepta climbed up into the back of the big, purple monstrosity anyhow, turned around a few times, cat-like, and settled down with a heavy grunt and a creak of shifting metal.
Then, it was all back to business. "I didn't see too many guards milling about outside when I was there. I was even able to sit myself pretty close in a nearby tree. I doubt a place like that is unprotected though. They're probably all inside. If experience serves, that probably means that the inside is a pretty tightly run little hive. There's always the vents." Krepta was a big fan of vents. So many heroes and villains had used them in the past, and yet, no one ever thought to secure them, which was fine by her.
"Or," she suggested, tilting her head at them, "Some of us could create a distraction, and the rest could go in and rescue Creeper. Considering the recent rash of mythical creature sightings..." She gave a small shrug of her scaly red shoulders. She'd let them do the mental footwork on that one.
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Post by themascura on Apr 28, 2012 2:47:59 GMT -5
As everyone took their assigned positions, the green humanoid moved to follow, climbing into the front passenger's seat. He listened to the shocks of the van creak and moan, much like the sinews of a living being, as the dragon settled in the back.
"Please buckle." He instructed the boys, gesturing at the fastenings attached to each seat.
"I have a plan. Once we are within range of the humans I will be able to project the image of whatever they find most normal and common into their minds. Inside, however, we must locate the Creeper and retrieve him. He may be badly injured. We must be prepared to move his bed, and perhaps some of his equipment with him." He snapped his own belt into place, adjusting the straps over his broad chest before glancing at the three boys.
"Robin, you will drive." He pointed out, just in case they hadn't seen the labels placed on each seat. He flicked a small, blinking red button on the dash. It clicked softly, and the doors in the back of the van slid shut with a soft, whispery sigh. Almost immediately thousands of neon lights burst to light across the dozens of panels that coated the walls around Krepta.
"My tentative thought was to use Robin's computer... abilities...," He paused and glanced at the boy, "to locate the room and hopefully ascertain the Creeper's condition. From there I intend to use your shape shifting abilities Krepta to access the room. Kidflash, you will watch the van and move it if it becomes needed. Superboy will aid us in transporting as much of the equipment as is needed." He paused and cast a solemn look over his rag-tag little band.
"However. No plan survives the first encounter with the enemy. Should the danger escalate in any way, I expect you boys to leave the facility as quickly and safely as possible." He pitched his voice to hold the soft but steely ring of a direct order.
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Post by ZiggBot on May 9, 2012 2:27:24 GMT -5
He was calm and patient, for the most part, listening to his instructions and settling into his designated purpose for the mission. Carrying stuff. Sounded like something he'd be good at. Taking bullets, carrying stuff, punching people, that sort of thing was his forte. He was ready to go with the plan, though be blinked rather blankly at the martian when he met that solemn gaze. Then, the plan B was explained, and Connor couldn't hold his tongue in regard to his disagreement.
"Now wait just a second." He spoke up at the mention of leaving when danger struck. "I'm not going to just leave if it turns out there's a fight. You might need a bullet proof telekinetic super-clone, don't you think?" Bold words from the often too boastful young man. But it was still heartfelt. There was always a deep amount of care for anyone who may possibly need his help. That was just how he was made. He looked stern and stubborn, unwavering in his resolve. "Besides, Creeper needs all the help he can get in any aspect, at this point."
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ritsukaorchid
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" Overwhelmed, underwhelmed, why isn't anybody ever just whelmed? "[A1i:1]
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Post by ritsukaorchid on May 14, 2012 17:42:48 GMT -5
I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard grinned sheepishly as he watched the others look at him. Well, at least he'd made it before they took off, it looked like he'd landed smack in the middle of their planning. As Krepta spoke, his jaw dropped, "Creeper found you?" He awed. "Not to sound mean, but why you? I thought you were rogue? Wouldn't he go for another baddie?" He smiled at her and crossed his arms. "Because, we're well-trained apprentices, that's why. I've been training since I was three feet tall. Some of them longer. Not to mention Supie here was born a tank with a conscience." Not that he himself had grown since three feet all that much, but still. "We're plenty capable, I promise. The only thing we're adjusting to is the team part." Before he knew it, they were popped back onto earth again, and he reeled from the gravity. He bent his knees instinctively and his head was spinning. With a shake of his hair, he looked around, and laughed out loud when he spotted the truck. It looked ridiculous, like a teenage guy's shag wagon. He walked up to it and kicked the tires tenatively. "We're putting our faith in this?" He questioned skeptically. When The Martian spoke, Robin turned to listen, crossing his arms. Creeper, huh? He frowned and glanced around, familiarizing himself. He tapped a button on his wrist computer to record their location and looked up as Krepta growled. Still creeped him out, no matter if she was human underneath or not. The truck soon captured his attention however as Martian began explaining the predicament. Stepping up to the door, he pulled it open gingerly, feeling the strength of the door like gauging it's flimsiness. Poking his head inside, he sniffed and frowned. It smelled like a can of Febreeze exploded inside. But that was better than stink. He drew his head out and looked back at them. "Questionable? As in the facility is off the radar or as in it hosts questionable patients?"Climbing inside, he was about to slide over from the drivers seat and make room for Martian when he heard 'Robin' and 'drive.' He froze, eyes and grin widening. "Awesome," he exclaimed. "I mean.. Good. Great." He'd always wanted to drive something bulkier than his motorcycle; he was a great drive, he thought, and he wanted to feel more weight swinging around than just his medi-kit in the side pocket of his bike. Forcing himself to suppress his giddiness, he took stock of the truck. Calmly he settled himself into the seat, smile gone, adjusting to the frequencies and flashing lights as he strapped himself in. "Sparsely guarded outside, crowded with guards inside, questionable facility, we're bringing in a dragon, and we have to run if we get screwed over. This outta be good." He grumbled. "Supie's right. Creeper needs us. It's safer with us around, don't you think, sir?" [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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Post by Krepta on May 15, 2012 17:55:28 GMT -5
"Nn... It was... a misunderstanding," Krepta explained, not looking all together comfortable, mostly because it hadn't been entirely a misunderstanding. Had she been back home, she would have had the entire Justice League on her tail still, and really, she didn't want to go through that again. Best... best to just keep her questionable past under wraps. She had quickly enough solved the problem with Creeper, and as long as she didn't open her big, scaly mouth, then Robin wouldn't find out either and go running back to Batman to tell. Strangely enough, she wasn't as worried about the Martian-- she had the sinking feeling that he knew more about her that she wanted him to know, but oddly enough, at least for now, he seemed content to keep those secrets, which was just fine by her. That was another one she didn't want to make enemies with if she could help it.
"In the end it got cleared up. That's not important, though," she finished quickly, eager to change the subject. Rebellious youth and stubborn adults-- that would keep them nicely occupied and off the subject of her.
"The rugrats are right, Greenie. They're perfectly capable." She turned to eye the alien telepath with a serious gaze that said-- you'll need them if you want my help too. "And if you want them to act like a team, you're going to have to start treating them as such, which means putting a little more trust in them than, 'You're just kids.' Kids don't stay kids forever, after all, and what happens when the day comes where they don't have to listen to you anymore?"
She shrugged, and tried to make herself more comfortable on the hard metal floor. What did she know, after all?
"Anyhow, Birdboy," she said, flashing a grin at the young superhero in question. Those long fangs glistened white in the sparse moonlight that filtered through the open door to the truck. "I'll handle my part of the plan, you handle yours. I'm more useful than I look." She didn't consider herself very good at many things, but heroing--- that she could do. "Worse comes to worse and we loose the van, I can out-fly most things. So between Greenie and I, if shit hits the fan, we're your tickets out of here. Don't take that for granted." That, and she was a terrifying primal beast from another plane of existence-- that had to count for something, didn't it?
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Post by themascura on May 19, 2012 0:41:37 GMT -5
The vehement objections of each teenager to his insistence that they abandon the mission immediately should danger arrive came as no surprise to Jonn. The Dragon's defense of the youngsters, however, did.
Though the green skinned man's expression did not change outwardly, he had not expected the dragon to be on the children's side. He considered the new development quietly, pupil-less red eyes watching Robin excitedly settle down in the driver's seat before responding.
"It is not entirely their health I am worried about." He handed Robin the keys and turned his eyes to the road, "But rather what a facility such as this might want with them. They seem to have some interest in the Creeper that does not mirror any of the usual motives for a kidnapping. They might have similar uses for the three of you. I, on the other hand, can become immaterial if the situation requires it." He explained patiently, pressing a button on the dashboard. Instantly a small, transparent map appeared in the corner of the windshield, displaying a series of roads, down one of which a red dot blinked slowly.
"This is our destination." He informed Robin to the side, "Please follow the posted speed limit." He tried to ignore the Dragon in the backseat's sudden fit of primordial attitude, but chose to add to her last comment.
"Indeed. Superboy can fly as well. You, however, and Kidflash, cannot."
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Post by ZiggBot on May 30, 2012 5:45:40 GMT -5
While he was sure of what they'd be interested in when it came to himself and Kidflash, he wasn't quite certain what CADMUS would want with Robin, who didn't have any particular powers other than gadgetry and physical training. Still, the argument J'onn made was had fifty-fifty chance of winning in his mind. He let out a sigh and sank back, "If push comes to shove, I'm not gonna be so easy to convince to jus trun off. I want you to know that. But... but I'll try to follow orders as best I can, sir." he said with a slightly disappointed tone. "Guess being cloned from the big guy of the JLU always makes me wanna do my own thing."
He would honestly have to wait this out, but the more and more he thought about it, the more and more his conscience told him to follow his own way. He knew he could be more help than this. He was certain that the people at this lab didn't know who or what they would be dealing with. While he'd make sure to carry out his orders of helping to transport Creeper, and hold them a top priority, there was no way he'd be the type to make a run for it if anyone needed help. He wasn't made that way.
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ritsukaorchid
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" Overwhelmed, underwhelmed, why isn't anybody ever just whelmed? "[A1i:1]
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Jun 5, 2012 9:10:33 GMT -5
I'm giving up; I'm giving up s l o w l y I'm blending in so you don't even k n o w me. Apart from this whole w o r l d that shares my fate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b]ichard looked back at Spitfire in the rear view mirror, listening. She had gotten mixed up with the Creeper and come back to help him. There had to be something going on there - but it was honestly none of his business unless it screwed up the mission, which he doubted it would. When she defended them, he just smiled and said nothing, checking the engine lights and emergency brake He was glad someone else understood their frustrations. Already, when they turned eighteen they were free legally, but Robin was the furthest from it which annoyed him. He was very capable, just had no experience, like the others. Although everyone else was only a year or two from getting there, they were currently all trapped in the same boat. When Spitfire spoke to him again, he grinned at her in the mirrors. "Oh, I have no doubt about that," he chuckled, "flying and breaking things aren't your only uses by far. I've seen you take Kid Flash off his feet in seconds - that's nothing to scoff at." He studied the map for a moment while the Martian spoke before clicking his seat belt, turning the ignition, and letting off the brake slowly. As they glided onto the road, he double checked his mirrors as they glided down the road at twenty-five, then thirty, then thirty-five, then forty. It was posted here as forty-five, but as Robin crept up on forty he found himself drawn to the conversation. Sighing, he guided them along the map, "Whatever happens in there, happens. We'll try to follow your advice of avoiding being captured or otherwise if the situation gets heated, but until then we're putting the best of our abilities into this mission as usual. That all right?" He questioned, suddenly serious as he glanced at the Martian from the driver's seat. [/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I know to live you must g i v e your life away.
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