An Outsider

Young Justice 2020

Just so I'm clear, has Apollo been in a coma the entire time since the Doomsday fight, or has he been in and out of consciousness? Its just so I know whether to have Fenrir already know who he is or not.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Faen was taken aback by the X-girls observation. Seems like everyone knows I've crashed this party. How embarrassing. He quickly recovered his composure though. Maybe she knew, but it wasn't like he was trying incredibly hard to hide the fact, he'd been making a bit of a scene all night. Next time he would just have to try harder not to make a spectacle of himself.

"Party crashers are always curious, after all its their curiosity that leads them to crashing the party, just to see how the other half live." he answered smoothly. If she had thought to leave him speechless then she was speaking to the wrong person. It was a well established fact back home that he could speak a mile a minute. In fact it was his smart-mouth that was always getting him in trouble.

"That said I didn't really think spooky is the villainous type, he looked so. . . pathetic up there, all alone in the dark." he said with a mild shrug. If anything he thought this cold harridan was more likely to be a super fiend. She certainly had the detached personality he would have expected from a Dr Doom type, not that he thought she was anything like that despot. No, she seemed more of an angry teenager than supervillain, sulking in the corner of the party. Gods I hate people my own age. So damned moody.

He picked another quiche from her plate and chewed it thoughtfully as she told him how she was most adamantly not a villain. It sounded like a scripted answer, something she repeated so often that it had become robotic and monotonous. Perhaps Mira was someone else that society had branded a 'person of concern' like himself. He began to regret judging her so quickly when he noticed the shield agent in the cheap suit, who he had christened in his mind Fury Jr, stalking a group of gentlemen through the throng of party goers. Shield agents acting clandestine wasn't the most startling of happenings, but the men he was following set Faen's hackles up. Perhaps it was because all the men were pale faced, eyes fixed on their destination, or maybe because one man had a suspicious looking package under his arm. Whatever it was, these men screamed trouble.

"Stupidest idea you've ever heard huh?" repeated Faen sceptically "Those gentlemen don't look like they agree. I'll bet you twenty dollars that they are going to ruin the night." he pointed at the group, but careful to make sure that only she could see him do it. He didn't want the men to know that they had been discovered, as then they might become even more nervous and end up hurting someone. Hopefully not me.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Faen had faded into the crowd long before Tony Stark arrived at his daughters side, aware that he still needed to keep his profile at the party low, something an angry Mr Stark wouldn't help with. Still, it was a damnable shame that his meeting with Pheobe Stark had been cut short, as it was such a rarity for the Lokison to meet someone who just accepted him. Too often he was dismissed out of hand, or damned for the sins of his father. And that is an incredibly tiring set of affairs. After all, its not like I don't have an impressive set of sins of my own to my name.

Still, he hoped he would get the chance to speak with Pheobe again, though with his luck he doubted it.

In attempt to regain some of his good humour he entered the Baxter building, heading straight for the scrumptious looking spread that Franklin had put out for the guests. No sooner had he piled a plate high with sweetmeats, tiny sandwiches and small cakes than Franklin himself began his speech. Faen, displaying the height of decorum, waited patiently for the Richards' boy to finish speaking before he tucked in. Still, the prince couldn't help but smirk when, after the moment of silence, Franklin asked them to show their love to Mr Stark in thanks for his effort on the museums behalf. Ah, but if only I could Frankie-baby, but I fear if I got close to Stark senior he would turn his repulsers on me. As thankful as I am for this wondrous museum I'd still rather stay as far as possible from high powered lasers!

The Lokison dug into his assorted goodies, stuffing them down his throat like they were his last meal, wondering to himself when was the last time he had eaten something so tasty. Probably before mother had passed. Even while he was eating his eyes darted around the room, consuming information as much as hid mouth consumed nibbles. He noticed one security officer giving him a hard eye, obviously suspicious of Faen's intentions. Ah well, thats what you get for introducing yourself as Loki's son I suppose. Faen finished his plate leisurely, but then faded back into the crowd. He exchanged some small talk with people he had never even met before, all the while darting from group to group. Just like the ball in a cup game my friend, try to keep your eye on the bastard son of a mischevious God. Harder than it seems though, especially when the bastard in question is a master of illusion. A few minutes of that, and a few low powered illusions, and the security guard had lost sight of him, nervously radioing his captain to inform him that Loki's son had disappeared once more.

Faen had now spotted another interesting sight, a young lady wearing the outfit of the X-men smashing into the pavement, looking like she was taking the fast way down from the top of a building. To the Lokison's knowledge the X-men were largely disbanded, but this one looked like she was still very much in the heroing business. Come to think of it she had just dropped from the building that spooky had been occupying earlier. The X-girl entered the Baxter building, grabbed a plate then took up residence in a dark corner to eat her meal. Looks like someone who doesn't like company. Too bad. Faen was interested as too why she and spooky were up on the building now. Maybe they were super villains, eager to ruin Franklin's shindig in the name of world domination. Faen wasn't sure how disrupting the opening of a museum would lead to the conquest of the planet, but he had heard of villains with stupider plans.

If that were the case they had picked a ridiculously bad party to crash.

Faen sauntered up to the X-girl, peered curiously at her plate, spotted a small quiche that looked quite tasty, plucked it from her pile and popped into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed quickly before giving one of his dazzling smiles.

"Mhmm, Franklin sure does know how to feed his guests. Wouldn't you agree?" Faen asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "So what were you and spooky doing on the roof? Planning the downfall of western civilisation?"

The Marauders

Rane turned lazily towards where Mylik's voice had come from, hesitant to tear his attention from Nafi, but realised his team mate wasn't there. It took Rane a heartbeat to come to the conclusion that the Kiaslikian must have some sorta cloaking power. Didn't really matter what Mylik had to say after that, Rane was to busy imagining all the possibilities that invisibility would open to someone. Most of them weren't exactly legal.

"Damn, you can turn invisible! That is so cool!" Rane said, voice full of admiration, but he quickly got back on track when he realised Mylik was talking about a fight. Which, Rane supposed, was an accurate enough reason as to why he had dragged the Kiaslikian here, but he hadn't quite grasped he sword by the handle. The Canmorian's laughter rasped out, sounding like wire wool being drawn across a washing board.

"Why, in the name of the Hunt-lord would I want to fight you? Ya wouldn't last two seconds Mylik, it just wouldn't be fair on myself." He managed to wheeze out between belly laughs, before taking a second to compose himself. "Nah, we're teammates now, and contrary to popular opinion I don't want to see anyone on my team bite the big one. You're here as a learning experience." The Canmorian gave it a second for that to sink in before continuing.

"I seen your face earlier, when I spoke about the trouble we'll get into. You near wet yourself just at the thought of violence. Well I hate to break it to you, but the Marauders get into a lotta violent situations. Like all the time. I know you're gonna do your best to stay outta the way of the fighting, and I make it my mission to keep the folk like you as far as possible from the scrap, but it ain't an ideal universe. We're here to, whadda ya call it, desensitise you. You'll watch Nafi here break some bots, hopefully you'll pick up a few tricks that'll keep you alive long enough to regret ever getting on this ship." Just as he was finishing his speech though there was a loud crash, and a robotic head flew past, inches from where Mylik was standing.

"Well damn," sighed Rane. Mylik wouldn't learn anything if an opponent didn't last long enough against Nafi to actually make an impression.

"Oh hey, lizard man. Rane, isn't it? Heard you were quite the fighter, back in your day. Guess you're too old for the ring now, eh? By the way, do you hear someone whispering? I think I'm going crazy..." called Nafi, looking around confusedly for the source of the whispering.

And here we go again, realised Rane. Just another cocksure 'specialist', come onto the Marauder's ship thinking they're the shit. They here about Rane being able to swing a sword, and damn if they don't feel the need to prove something. He'd seen a hundred of her like before, but he never got tired of putting them down. Kept him trim.

"Meh, that's just Mylik, he's invisible." Replied Rane. "I brought him here to show him a thing or two about fighting. Whadda ya say Nafi, you able to go slow on this here old man, give Mylik a chance to see what a scrap can be like?"

Young Justice 2020

The Kid Lantern said
Okay, so Ditto, Fenrir, Hellfire, Orbit have got in on the action. Need to hear from Plas, Fate, Shock, Frostburn, Bast, and Patriot. Since it would seem Deathstroke has an advantage, I was gonna say that the remaining heroes [or at least a few of them] who hadn't chimed in, including the den-mother Black Canary, could be held somewhere restrained in the HQ and out of the way. Like in a panic room or something. It's kinda clear Booster is the only target. But after a little cat and mouse and once any who might wanna run with the held captive idea, in a few more posts I'll have another Leaguer show up because communications have been down over two hours now... then I'll spill the beans on the ID of the new 'Stroke along with GG probably LOL~KL~

I imagine the base has something like blast or fire doors between rooms. Maybe Newstroke has hacked the system and separated the team by dropping all the emergency doors.

Young Justice 2020

The cracking of bone, the chewing of meat, the slurping noise as he swallowed. It all added up to sound like a monster in his lair, devouring some poor innocent soul who had the misfortune to stumble upon the creature. Thankfully though the monster was making due with no more than a raw leg of beef.

Fenrir was curled up in one of the corners of the base kitchen, enjoying his meal with the gusto that only an animal can. He made a soft growling noise as he chewed, his mind wandering as his body worked through the mechanics of eating. The others hadn't said much to him after the incident with Shrapnel, but he was certain that was because many of them were still in shock after the death of Cyber Knight and the murder of Aquaman rather than his loss of control. These things bother Fenrir very little though. He had barely known Cyber, and what he had learnt of her had disturbed the big metahuman. She had possessed an artificial smell to her, and the cold demeanour of his former captors, and it had set Fenrir's hackles up whenever he had been forced to spend time with her. If he was to be honest he was happy she was gone, and felt the pack benefitted from her death, even if they couldn't see it like that now.

Fenrir hadn't even known Aquaman, so he couldn't even work up the emotional response to seem concerned about the former hero. Hawkman had told Fenrir that the Atlantean had once been a mighty warrior, though he had fallen on hard times as of late. This Fenrir could understand, after all the mighty always made enemies, and if a warrior didn't work to keep their edge they would live only long enough to regret it. Aquaman had lost his edge, and had paid the ultimate price for it. It was the way of nature, the wolfman understood this better than most. That was why he ate and slept now, to keep his strength up. Perhaps the rest of the pack couldn't smell it, but there was death in the air, waiting just around the corner for the young heroes. It was coming, and when it did Fenrir would be ready. He would protect his pack, even if he had to kill again to do it.

Suddenly a shot ripped the air, the sound magnified a thousand fold to Fenrir's powerful hearing. Bursting to his feet the big wolfman bounded down the hallway, silent as a vengeful ghost. The heady scent of blood met his nostrils, that of Ditto and Booster Gold. The wolfman kept going while busy trying to identify the smell of whoever it was attacking them, but even with his senses it was proving difficult.

He skidded to a halt at the side of Ditto2, screaming in pain at his arm wound. It looked like whoever had fired the round had managed to hit both Booster and Ditto2 with the one shot. Fenrir was confident he could survive a direct hit, but he needed to get the other two away, as lying where the where they made inviting targets. But where to go? The wolfman still hadn't zeroed in on the intruders scent. Taking several deep breaths through his nose he finally managed to filter the surrounding smells, and distinguish one that shouldn't be there, coming from the north corridor. . . but wait, there was another, from the south. And one more, eastwards. With a growing sense of disbelief Fenrir realised whoever was attacking had laid down dummy scents, to throw off his own sense's. He feral metahuman was at a loss at what to do, and didn't even know where to attack.

"What do I do!" he growled angrily, as much to Ditto2 as to himself.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Not quite knowing what to expect from Phoebe, Faen was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't attacked on principal. But then she was a different class of person to the gormless fools he usually had to deal with back home. He took her proffered hand and raised it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the knuckles. More calloused than I would expect from the daughter of a billionaire, but then she is no doubt someone accustomed to working with her hands.

"Hmm, that's one way of putting the fact that they fought several vicious battles, with the fate of the earth and every one living upon it hanging in the balance. But then dear old dad always did have strange ideas." he replied caustically. Which was one thing he would have to thank the elder Stark for, anything or anyone that upset his father was ok in Faen's opinion.

"But enough about the last generation. You've been making some waves recently as 'Iron Maiden'. It really is a beautiful machine, even someone with an untrained eye like myself can see that. However, the armour hardly does the woman it protects any justice." He said with a dazzling smile. Even while he was conversing with her his eyes were scouting around the partygoers and the surrounding area. He had always had a mind for details, his mind constantly processing all the information around him. When he was younger he had thought it a curse, as he had trouble shutting out the cacophony around him, to just focus on one thing like everyone else. Now though, he had mastered the art of having his attention be 'here and everywhere at once', as his mother had described his gift.

It was with this skill for spotting that which other people would miss that he noticed the solitary dark figure standing atop a building across the street, observing the party as an outsider would. What's wrong friend, not invited? I know your pain, but don't expect me to bring you as a plus one.

Faen also spotted an older Janet Van Dyne, a young woman who had her eyes -- a daughter -- trailing in the former Avengers wake. The daughter was putting on quite a convincing show at pretending to enjoy herself, but Faen could tell she'd rather be elsewhere. Give your invite to spooky across the street then, I'm sure he would be grateful for it.

A thickset looking fellow in a poor fitting, patched grey suit caught the Prince's attention next. A slight bulge around the midriff of his jacket gave away the fact he was carrying a pistol, and he had the furtive look of someone running security. A hired hand at a gathering of superheroes, doubtful in the extreme. However his resemblance to a certain visually impaired super-spy gave him away. But does Mr Richards know that Shield has crashed his party? Or have they been invited? If that's the case then it seems they'll just about let anyone into these functions nowadays.

Prince Faen was so distracted that he almost missed the look of alarm that Tony Stark gave when he glanced over at his daughter. Ah, so you recognise me as well eh Tony. So this must be what it feels like to be famous. The elder Stark quickly got over his shock though, and began pushing his way through the crowd towards where Phoebe and Faen stood. Tony's fans were getting in the way though, eager as they were to get a picture with the famous hero, so Faen calculated he had a little time to say his goodbyes and make his getaway.

"Ah, it seems your father doesn't like you speaking to strange boys, especially ones who bare a striking resemblance to super villains." The Lokison said, gesturing his head towards Tony in case Phoebe hadn't noticed. "I better get going before we cause a fuss. Strictly speaking I wasn't quite invited to this little soiree." Faen revealed with a slight shrug of his shoulders and an earnest smile. He hoped the blonde wouldn't rumble his party-crashing before he had at least made it to the buffet.

Young Justice 2020

Man, how the hell does Liefeld still get work.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Ah. . . Being a man I obviously don't understand the mechanics of dresses.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Gods, this is so staged. How do these people not notice? Thought Prince Faen Lokison as he watched the new Spider-man meet the old, going through their obviously scripted performance. Faen had slid to the front of the crowd that was swarming the two Spidermen, eager to see what the fuss was about. The falseness of the meeting was wearing thin for half-blood though. Their lies rival my own thought the Lokison, who at that very moment was wearing a black, expensive looking suit and shirt which he had illusioned into existence, and had blagged his way into Franklin Richards ritzy party by showing a fake ticket. Still, it was the principal of the thing that annoyed him. People had always scorned Faen for his lies, but Peter Parker was being lauded as a celebrity for his.

Still, it was a good learning opportunity for him. The conversation between the current and the previous Spider-man was so scripted it was obvious the two knew each other already, but seeing as Peter hadn't mentioned meeting this new Arachnid Avenger to the news reporter that said to Faen they were trying to hid the relationship. Perhaps the Spider-man was some relation of Peter's, a son maybe who had inherited his father's powers. Faen made a mental note to check up on Parker's family tree before slipping away. After all, knowledge was power, and having any power over Spider-man could prove to be very useful indeed.

Prince Faen was about to enter the Baxter building, keen to find a buffet so he could fill his empty stomach, when a low murmur of excitement gripped the crowd. Turning, Faen spotted two low flying objects shooting straight for the party. The two were sounding the rip-roaring tunes of AC/DC, but even without that Faen would still have known who it was. Even amongst all the Super-heroes and celebrities here, no one could quite match the Stark's for ostentatiousness. The two hit the pavement to thunderous applause. How nice acceptance must feel. No wonder Stark acts like he owns the place.

That said, Stark's daughter was quite an attractive young woman, and Faen had always had a weakness for pretty blonds. The fact that she was also intellectually gifted, rich AND owned her own super armour was just icing on the cake for Faen. Exhibiting his unique brand of confidence he approached the Phoebe without hesitation, growling stomach forgotten for the moment, skipping through her crowd of admirers and sliding effortlessly into step with her.

"Your landing was breath-taking miss Stark." He complimented her smoothly "I thought after witnessing it that I had to introduce myself. Prince Faen Lokison, at your pleasure." His name usually elicited one of two responses from people. They would either be disbelieving, and scoff at his impenitence, or they would believe, and stamp him with the sins of his father. Seeing as she was the daughter of Tony Stark, who had fought many a vicious battle against Loki, Faen was more than curious to see what Phoebe would have to say.