[h3][u][i][b]Gotham, Present Day[/b][/i][/u][/h3] The weather change had been rather abrupt, like...[i]really[/i] abrupt. Like...Star Trek IV levels of abrupt. It wasn't natural. She had been just about to go change into her street clothes when this happened. The temperature dropped, which was a definite no-no for shedding layers, and then the wind and the snow came with...lightning? Thunder snow?! They were having a [i]thunder snow?[/i] But it was clear skies, a little while ago! Who could have performed such a sinister act?! Heh... Sorry, had to do it. Raimi switched her helmet's mental boost frequency to basic radio to see if there was any relevant news. What she got was... [color=silver]"Weather Wizard? Never heard of 'im."[/color] Still, yeah, it DID look like the bad weather was centered around a particular source, one that was waaay up there. Looking up...a blob of snow decked Raimi in the face. But [i]after[/i] she shielded herself from the weather, it was apparent that the source definitely wasn't going anywhere. That had to be it, a mile up. A mile... And she was still having trouble navigating around here. Hmmm. [color=silver]"May as well give it a try."[/color] She was definitely getting hungry, though, so a meal after this was over definitely needed to happen, somehow. So, Timekiller on the move! Raimi vanished into a portal... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [h3][u][i][b]Elsewhere in Gotham...[/b][/i][/u][/h3] He had ditched the helicopter and just kept moving. Police authorities were nowhere nearby, and he made a clean getaway, knocking out a guy and taking his clothes to fit over his suit. So, you have a young brown-haired Englishman walking the streets in a shirt, a tie, a trenchcoat- Why the hell did this sound so [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/c/c2/Constantine_Vol_1_1_Solicit.jpg]familiar?[/url] Okay, the hair was wrong, but he couldn't exactly help his genetics, now could he? Allen Forscythe was not a magus, anyway. He was the heavenbreaker, the fulcrum of the chaos. He was Cobalt Thorium G. And...he was also quite lost, for a while. He'd wandered about town, looking for a place to put his feet up for a while, and found himself in a more rundown part of Gotham. Yes, [i]Gotham[/i], like the comics. Okay, no problem. He went to a rundown establishment of third-rate hotel rooms, scrambled the front clerk's brains, got himself a few keys, chose one at random, and took to the room...with the clerk's little television. Allen lay in bed and just watched some tunes for a while, thinking about what happened back there, between him and the Timekiller. She behaved like she knew 'im, but this was their first meeting. Well, [i]time traveler[/i]. Makes sense. He let the TV on as he took a snooze, but was awakened by sour weather and a special news broadcast that made him chuckle. [color=f7941d]"Heh heh heh...relevance. Good one."[/color] Apparently, some washed-up villain was attempting to extort the world with some bad weather. Cumulatively, it wasn't a bad idea, but if this was something maintained by a machine, as it said, it was only a matter of time before an air base launched a squadron of planes to nix it. After all, didn't this sort of thing happen in GIJOE? And if there was anyone like [i]him[/i] in the world with powers... Powers... Hmmm. That gave him an idea. He stepped out of the room, headed on upstairs, broke through to the roof, and stood out in the harsh, terrible blizzard with the errant lightning bolts abound. [color=f7941d]"This'll do, for a start. [i]Un[/i]chaos!"[/color] A field with a 50-foot radius suddenly went up, and in it...was an ocean of calm. The wind became a gentle breeze, the snow fell lightly and softly, and any stray lightning bolt became noticably weaker. And Cobalt did grin. The bad weather was charging him up, the longer the better for him! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [h3][u][i][b]London, Present Day[/b][/i][/u][/h3] Of course, the United States was NOT the only place affected by this disaster. Here in the UK, it is somewhere around 2-3 o'clock in the morning, and this weather machine had parked itself above the heard of the country! True, the weather was often quite bad in this part of the country, and some might even laugh at this sort of thing, but to sustain a blizzard and thuderstorm at once? That could knock out the power! But who could we call upon to deal with London's dire times? John Constantine? No! Bicycle Repair Man? I think not! This was a job for that swarthy short-man, that well-dressed dispensor of wit and charm, none other than...[b][i]The Dapper Dwarf![/i][/b] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2eqX93umXo[/youtube][/center] Yes, the [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2c1b1c2a-1f4c-4be1-a8f2-61a463bf59ff.jpg]Dapper[/url] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/841acb57-08d6-4986-aec8-fc8ce7288a2b.jpg]Dwarf[/url], a diminutive purple-skinned man with a moustache, always dressed keenly in black with a top hat and spectacles. No one knows where this stranger came from or where he goes when he leaves, but he fights for the betterment of all mankind against the forces of the notorious [i]Baron Von Madness![/i] Always a gentleman fighter, his power is derived from increased momentum into exponential force, and thus he keeps on moving! But now, he must halt in his tracks as he sees the effects of the device hovering high in the sky! [color=92278f][b]"By gods! Even London can't stand to be [i]literally[/i] buried in snow! I must get up there and disable that contraption! But how...?"[/b][/color] The answer was simple, in fact. No air vehicle could possibly make it up there, no building was tall enough for him to simply jump off of. There was only one way! He had to run around the whole of London to gather speed, AND THEN catapulting off of Big Ben! THAT should produce the momentum required! He'd already heard a man in Tokyo was trying similar, anyway! TALLY-HO!! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [h3][u][i][b]Elsewhere in the UK...[/b][/i][/u][/h3] Inside a room in The House of Madness, a group of men ALL answering to the name, Baron Von Madness, sat at a table and waited for the last man to bring the bagels. However, as the last man DID show, he was in wide-eyed and as exciteable as hyper-active terrier. [color=a0410d]"Everyone! IT'S SNOWING OUTSIDE!!"[/color] They all gasped as one, and shouted [color=a0410d][b]"LOOT PARTY!!"[/b][/color] before nearly trampling the man at the door. Moments later, in store fronts all over the place, people were being pelted by snowballs from strangely-dressed men with duck sceptors as random establishments were robbed by this gaggle of mad geniuses! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [h3][u][i][b]Gotham, One Mile Up[/b][/i][/u][/h3] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI6opmSJn6k[/youtube][/center] The wind and snow blew around the rotating mechanical structure in the sky, lightning arcing this way and that, then... [color=silver]"...Agh!"[/color] She missed the mark [i]so many times![/i] Portals had opened, and even though it was a whole lot easier to navigate the open air in this new time, it was still difficult to find the right spot and elevation in time, a trial-and-error of portaling and falling, re-portalling and re-trying. It was REALLY hard to get her bearings, sometimes, even when she was on the inside, hovering by the portal and looking out, because it was all just storm, storm, storm, [i]object[/i], LEAP! Finally, one of her managed to cling onto one of the longer struts of the weather machine. Ahead of her, another one just barely managed it, claws tearing and rending metal for a bit before grabbing purchase. [color=silver]"Anybody else make it?" "WHAT?!" "DID ANYBODY ELSE MAKE IT?!" "I DON'T KNOW YET! MAYBE LATER! OR EARLIER! WHAT'S THE PLAN?!" "I THINK WE'D BETTER MERGE, SO WE CAN ACTUALLY HIT THIS THING!" "SOUNDS GOOD!"[/color] She crept forward carefully, knowing that her other self had a bit tenuous a grasp of her place, right now. Grabbing a leg, the two of them merged and...she created a field accelerated time around herself. This would be akin to that time Temple Fuget had those handheld acceleration devices. Her powers in this form were not unlike some of those effects, but right now, she was only increasing her speed to the point where the wind and snow were less effective on her, making her form kind of blurry. She sighed now, saying [color=silver]"Much better."[/color] as she got up and walked along the strut, carefully minding her footing. Her progress in terms of normal time was a brisk pace, as she headed for the center. [color=silver]"Now...how the heck does this thing [i]work?[/i]"[/color]