An Outsider

Young Justice 2020

I've got an hour or two now, you wanting to go for it now?

Young Justice 2020

Hey GG, if Jin doesn't go with Plasticman does that mean our man-date is cancelled?

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

"Sounds like you're going to have your hands full Blondie. I'll see if I can't find anything else for you on these łajdaki " Silvertongue muttered through the earpiece after Olympia had listed the details of the crooks and what they had demanded. All in all it wasn't much for Volt to go on, but at least none of them sounded like they'd be especially insulated, which meant he could hurt them as easily as they could hurt him. Still, as silver linings go I've heard better.

Not long after the VTOL touched down with a lurch. Hi-Voltage followed Olympia and the others out, his experienced eye running over the scene quickly. The police had cordoned the area around the bank off, but were now locked in a Mexican stand-off with two of the villains, one with a knife to the neck of a hostage. By his dress and age the hostage was probably a manager, and looked like he was seconds away from pissing his pants. Tommy wouldn't have blamed him if he did, the Lightning-Slinger was afraid himself. Volt stood close to Olympia as she conversed with the police commander who outlined the situation. The Greek Demi-Goddess turned to him.

"Can you knock out the villains without harming the hostages?" she asked. The Lightning-Slinger thought about it, running scenarios through his head. He was confident enough in his ability to aim and fire that he was certain he could hit the hostage-takers without hitting the hostage's themselves, and he knew he was quick enough off the draw to do it before the villains could react. That avenue wasn't free from problems though, namely being if he did hit a target the danger was the electricity arcing from either villain to the hostages they were holding. The shock would be lessened, but would definitely still hurt, and if any of the hostages wore pacemakers or had a weak heart then the outcome could be fatal. The other option was for him to use his control over magnetism to fire off some metal objects at the crooks. That had its own perils though. Due to the concentration required his aim wasn't as good when manipulating metal, so he could end up missing, or just striking the hostage. Neither option was particularly golden, so it was a good thing that the hero Olympia referred to as Sonja came up with an alternative plan.

It was almost brilliant in it's simplicity, to use the cover of being pizza delivery boys to enter the bank and take the villains down from within. We've just plagiarised the Illiad. Hope Homer doesn't sue. Sonja asked how his American accent was.

"Forget about it," Piped Szymon in his ear, quoting Donnie Brasco to make it sound more like Fohgettaboutit. Volt, trying to keep Silvertongue's existence a secret from the League for now, had to stop himself from pointing out that Donnie Brasco was set in New York, not Chicago, so the accent was drastically off.

"It's passable." Tommy responded out loud, approximating a Chicagoan accent he could. Truth be told it wasn't great, but then hopefully he wouldn't have to say much.

Olympia jumped on the plan and ran with it, volunteering Volt to bring in the pizza. He had to agree that he was probably the best choice, even if the thought of entering the band alone with all those hostiles gave him the shakes. Apart from Olympia he could probably take a punch better than anyone else in attendance, and with his firepower he could distract the villains long enough for his teammates to extract the hostages then save his ass. . . Hopefully.

A hero in a mask, Volt had heard Olympia call him Wenchang earlier, offered up a small amendment to the plan. By also gassing the place Wenchang figured they could make the job easier, 'calming' the hostages and discombobulating the crooks. Volt couldn't say he agreed with the methods, but if the pay load was as good as Wenchang indicated then it could be a major boon.

"I like the way you lassies think," he grinned, trying to show a bravado he didn't entirely feel, "Olympia, it's you're call. If you want to go with the gas I could smuggle that in with the pizza. Wait until the numptys are all good and gathered, then hit the fuses to Wenchang's 007 gas. Same time I can start blasting, keep em all busy and concentrated on me until you can bring in the cavalry. Some of you guys get the hostages out, the rest come running and make sure I don't get nutted!"

Justice League

Sorry for the sub-par post guys, wasn't sure what else I could do with Aquaman at this stage.

Justice League

A large, battle-scarred hand clapped down on Walt's shoulder.

"Nothing happens by accident Walt. We ascribe meaning to things with every action we take, and you proved beyond any doubt that you deserve your powers today. I think you'll go far with this league." Aquaman smiled approvingly at the younger hero. Between Shifter's heroics and Batman's newest Robin, Arthur could tell the league was destined to be in good hands. "And if nothing else, that was one impressive shark you turned into!"

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Uh, Racoonman, isn't Tom supposed to be on the VTOL with Olympia?

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Hi-Voltage arched an eyebrow at Olympia's comment, as he thought people had stopped using the word 'spunk' in serious conversations back in the 1940's, but climbed into the VTOL and took a seat, getting his pick seeing as he was the first one on. Lets get this show on the road. He was quickly joined by the other heroes on this mission, but didn't recognise any of them apart from the qualified leaguers. That was a bit disappointing as he was sure Strix woulda volunteered for this mission. Three villain attacks in Chicago on the same day that the League was having their first major meeting in the city certainly sounded like the sorta Conspiracy theory the owl themed vigilante would get his teeth stuck into so it was surprising he wasn't here. Then again maybe he knew something Volt didn't.

Volt took the time to flick his earpiece into the 'on' setting. It gave off nothing but static for a few seconds before the line stabilised. A few seconds more of silence before finally he heard a voice on the other end.

"Hey blondie. Finally letting me listen in huh? So what's the party like, and more importantly is Olympia as stunning in person as she looks on tv?" The slightly huffy voice on the other end was Szymon Glowski, otherwise known as the hacker supreme; Silvertongue. Szymon was quite possibly Volt's greatest ally, providing the Lightning-Slinger with much needed technical know how, cyber back up and mission control. The man was a genius, if more than a little eccentric, and Volt couldn't even begin to comprehend how difficult the path so far might have been if not for Szymon.

"Button it Silvertongue, she's way outta your league anyway. Things have got hot and it looks like I'm gonna be involved in some action. You know the drill, keep your ears open and give me relevant info as you receive it." Volt was painfully aware how much like a drill sergeant he sounded when speaking to Silvertongue, but that was the role he was suited to. The straight man to Szymon's comic.

"Oh sure, ignore me all day until you need me! You know Volt, friendship is a two way street, eventually you'll need to give me something in return for all the hours I sacrifice for you!" even through the complaints the tapping of keys could be heard as Silvertongue brought up data screens, ready to deliver anything that could help Volt.

The VTOL took off shortly after that, the others strapping themselves in for the short ride. Olympia, looking every inch a determined demi-god, strode up and down the aisle explaining the situation. Both Volt and Silvertongue listened intently, both believing that 'forewarned is forearmed'. Volt hadn't heard of any the villains, probably because they were American natives and had never crossed the pond. Still, he definitely didn't like the sound of them, especially the one that could turn into a poisonous cloud. I hate to sound like Eclipse, but shooting lightning is starting to sound pretty trivial. I'll have to up my game.

Olympia had finished now, and was waiting for questions.

"'Scuse me miss, but I've gotta few" Volt started " Being from outta town I'm unfamiliar with the nasties we're gonna be dealing with, so do any of them have any weaknesses that you could share with a tourist? And have they made any demands? In my experience the bad guys are usually full of demands in this kinda situation." He kept one question to himself for now, that being how could any villain group be dumb enough to attack in Chicago today. Instead he waited for an answer to the questions he had asked.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

MrDidact said
Very interesting. I must now brainstorm ways to work in these characters into the story.

Would you want us to do character sheet's for the villain idea's as well?

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Obsidian is a man made of an obsidian like substance. Looks like black glass, extremely tough and durable, able to morph into simple weapons like hammers, blades and claws, break off pieces to act like projectiles. And most importantly, he does NOT conduct electricity.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

"Sounds.. kinda typical. But at least its viable right?" She replied. Good thing I'm thick skinned, or talking to this lassie would be a horrible chore. She continued on gamely though, and at least had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

"I don't really do much, you see.." a pause as she searched for the words. "I guess it just depends on the time, you'll see it one day. I'm gonna become one of the greats." Volt returned her smile with one of his own, but was a bit apprehensive of her answer. He hoped her desire to be 'one of the greats' wouldn't end with people getting hurt. He'd seen that sorta attitude end in tears far too often in the past.

“Nice to have goals” he answered mildly as the music began to play up, followed by one of the most cringe-inducing displays Volt had ever witnessed as each of the League's founding members made their way to the stage according to their own particular idiom. The founders probably felt the display was equal parts epic and awe-inspiring, but the whole stunt came across as tacky. The Singing Kettle does this sorta thing better. They've got better costumes too Volt felt bad for Pariah, who gave every impression of being a rottweiler trotted through a poodle show. Thankfully the débâcle didn't last long, Zenith taking the stage to give his speech once everyone was in place.

Hi-Voltage had worked with Zenith a time or two in the past. The big man, along with Pariah, always struck Volt as 'The Real Deal' as far as heroics went, that you could quite easily drop him into a DC comic alongside Superman, Batman and all those other moral paragons and Zenith would do them all proud. It went without saying that Tommy had alotta respect for him. Despite himself the Lightning-Slinger found himself listening intently to Zenith's everyword. He laughed, he was inspired, he was ready to go out and save the world. I guess the power of a charismatic leader does wonders, even for a big ol' cynic like me. The talk of induction tests was news to Volt, but not a giant surprise. This League was going to be a face for heroics to the world at large, each of it's members held accountable for their actions in a way that they'd never been before. It only made sense that the founders would want to make sure that the recruits not only had what it takes, but could hold themselves to a responsible standard as well.

Zenith's speech was coming to a close "You're in luck. Multiple villains have been sighted around the city and are wreaking havoc. This is your chance to prove yourselves. I'll be taking small groups of volunteers to deal with these threats, each lead by an existing League member. Do well, and you can consider yourself in the League. Everyone who wishes to do so, can follow Olympia to the gunships. She will decide who goes where and with whom. Everyone else can wait here and continue socializing. Your trials will begin shortly. Good luck."

If it had been anyone other than Zenith arranging this then Volt would have been more than a little suspicious of the timing, multiple super villain attacks coincidentally during a gathering of potential recruits into a super hero club. But Hi-Voltage knew that Zenith didn't have it in him to do anything so underhand, especially if it put people's lives in danger.

Eclipse stood up, but failed to gain any real height on the Lightning-Slinger.

"I'm going to be staying here, not in the mood for dealing with a bunch of jerks dick measuring, what about you?" She asked. Volt considered the question for a few seconds before answering, his natural response to throwing himself in harms way conflicting with the responsibilities he now bore. Finally he blew out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in. After all, it wasn't really a choice for him, was it?

“I reckon I'll be going to the dick measuring. The problem when super powered jerks start dick measuring is that they forget how powerful they are, and regular people get hurt. I'll try and limit that as much as I can. . . .Hmm, looking back I think I probably said dick measuring too much, huh?” He clambared smoothly to his feet, a surprising amount of grace in his lanky frame.

“It's been nice talking to you Eclipse. Good luck with the trials." He smiled once more before heading towards the gunships. He had to shoulder his way through the crowd a little, but a combination of meta powered strength and applying 'helpful' static shocks to encourage anyone in his way to shift meant that Volt made it to Olympia's side pretty sharp. He planted himself near to the front of the queue, almost treading on what appeared to be the tail of a giant wolf as he attempted to capture the attention of Hercules's daughter.

"Nice doggy." he muttered, doing a sharp double take as the wolf bared its teeth at him with a menacing growl, before returning to his previous task.

"I wouldn't mind tagging along on this mission Olympia, needing to get some fresh air anyway."