An Outsider

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Hey Archmage and Yog, you probably missed it but you have been given orders by Pariah. Evacuate the hostages.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Lookie said
Aww man stupid friggin' robot ideas invading my stupid mind. They just won't let go, it's horrible. How about an sentient alien robot from outer space? Then it'd technically be an alien, right? Technically. Or a sentient mechanical alien from another dimension.This probably seems very desperate. That's because it is. *sigh*

Fraid MrD is against aliens at this stage as well, as they're going to be part of a bigger reveal later on down the line.

Sentient mechanical being from a different dimension though, that might have some traction. I mean we have Light and MC, who's to say no to another dimensional traveller.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Architect said
Hi, sorry, I was looking to join, and I'm still halfway through reading the Introduction Post and background stuff, but I just wanted to know if there was any large or major event I'd have to take into account when making my charrie?

The major one is the Awakening. On the 21st of December 2012 every man, woman, child and beast on earth went blind for five seconds. When their vision returned they saw devastation. Every electronic device on the planet malfunctioned, while natural disasters happened simultaneously across the globe. The only silver lining being that in the aftermath people began to develop superpowers for the first time.

On a side note I've added another rogue, Major Ursa, and edited St Diablo and Boneyard Dogs bios a bit.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Funnily enough that's why I had Volt drop too. Although now I'm missing the Scottish slang, inner monologue and depressing amount of cynicism.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Morningstar

Morninstar's grinding teeth could probably be heard over the comms. Pariah she could handle. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully. But Pariah AND Vigiliance? That was just asking for trouble. She made a silent promise to herself to be the bigger person this time, and not let Vigilance's bullshit bother her. . . Unless he was gonna really be an ass, then she'd knock his teeth out.

She took the short time between Binary scrambling the troops, and the troops actually arriving, to place tracer tags on all the hostages. Sure, she was hoping they got them all out safely, but if hopes were fishes then the homeless wouldn't go hungry. Pariah used to always preach 'hope for the best, prepare for the worst.' At least this way if anything went wrong they'd still be able to find them later.

The VTOLs touched down and the cavalry poured out, Pariah taking point and directing the recruits with the usual iron command she'd come to expect for him. A wave of conflicting emotions crashed into her at the sight of him, but she bottled them up for now. Deal with the mission first, she told herself. A bug began to buzz around her head, but it turned out to be some bizarre form of communication. Weird, but hardly the weirdest thing that had happened since the Awakening. She was about to comply with her orders when she was barged aside by a smelly, bald, greyish-blue guy she recognised as the zombie who worked for Destiny.

"I got the kid, toots." grunted the dead man as he picked up the child with a tenderness Morningstar wouldn't have expected from him. Instead of arguing with the zombie she returned to the hallway, settling herself next to Pariah and un-holstering her Trident and the Sig Sauer P226 and training both pistols down the hallway towards the approaching Legion goons.

"I've got charges and flashbangs set all down the hallway. Thought it would be a nice way to get the party started." She said to Pariah, her tone conversational yet strained. If this was because of the situation they were in, or because of the person she was speaking to even she wasn't sure.

Mr Joe Black

Being unceremoniously shifted into a balding, ugly, fat man wasn't the proudest moment of Joe's second life. Not the worst, sure, but certainly far from the best. The other mages in the workshop began to look around for whatever the commotion was, a few of them catching site of Joe, cracking sly grins. He gave them his best dead eyed glare, slightly offset by the fact he no longer had a dead eyed glare. Fucking mages.

Just as he was formulating a suitably verbose reply to Pru's little prank the high priority alert went off again, Binary this time. Prudence winked at him, telling him to have fun while taking the locket back. While not technically and order, it was close enough to set of the impulse in Joe's head.

"Ah, for fuck sake! She asked for non-injured personnel Pru, and I'm fucking dead! How much more injured can you get!" With a scowl he sloped out towards the airfield.

The zombie sulked his way through Pariah's briefing, until the picture of Chelsea Wayne was flashed up. Mr Black came to attention at that, his eyes widening a little. A little girl. No more than ten years old, and these scumbags were trying to hurt her. Even Joe wouldn't stoop that low, and if it's something he wouldn't do then you know it's low. A slow anger built in his chest. This time, just this once, he'd work with the League. These Legion punks were gonna get hurt.

"Heh he he. Deadly force is my specialty" he chuckled darkly, the same stone-grating-on-stone sound that rasped from the hollow places in his torso he used to intimidate easy marks. The VTOL ride was all too long, Joe chomping at the bit to tear himself of a piece of these dick wads. He followed Pariah and Vigilance out the VTOL and into the building, making a quick sweep of the place to find the girl. He found her just as the Dare Devil looking chick that used to work Pariah entered the room, but Joe shouldered her aside.

"I got the kid, toots." He grunted, picking up Chelsea as tenderly as he could managed. He hoped she wouldn't come to as he was carrying her out of there, girl would be scared enough without having to be face to face with a extra from the Evil Dead. As he got out a fly began to buzz around his ear. Nothing new for Joe, he was carrion after all. But this one spoke to him.

"Don't give me a reason to swat you then." He stalked out towards the near empty VTOL and handed the over.

"Be gentle with her bozo, or I'll redevise my policy on being a vegetarian, just for you." He growled at the EMT on the VTOL.

Young Justice 2021

Ok, sorry about long post guys, but I think Fenrir's first 'encounter' with Granny is going well. . .

Anyway, left it open for you to show up GG.

Young Justice 2021

Grannie's census station, ironically once a postal office, was situated inside Orchid Bay, downtown Star City. It was now owned publically by Adam's and O'Neil Accounting, but Carter had discovered the business was a front for Grannies organisation. There was never usually more than a dozen people working in the building at any given time, but today it was unusual quiet. Fenrir just prayed he could find one, but as his search of the premises continued he was beginning to loose hope. Only one room left, the executive office. His pace began to pick up as he approached the office door, the smell of man-flesh coming from it was strong and fresh, and his excitement for the hunt grew.

A swift kick to the lock broke the doors off their hinges with a satisfying crash, revealing an opulent looking office. Oak desk, comfortable leather chairs, wide bay windows, the works. The only thing looking out of place was the portly, sweating, balding, Caucasian man in the expensive suit behind the desk, his fingers hammering away at the computer in front of him. He released a small whimper as the doors crashed open, sparing Fenrir a short glance before returning to his work, no doubt tasked with deleting sensitive information before the feral meta arrived. To bad for him he was slow. The Wolf-man stormed into the room, stomping around the desk quickly and spinning the executive towards him, delivering a bone crunching headbut into the mans nose. A pained shriek was torn from the man's mouth as his nose burst in a fountain of blood, and he would have slipped to the ground if Fenrir hadn't snatched at his shirt collar, pulling him up right just to deliver him two swift gut punches.

"Please. . ." The man wheezed as Fenrir heaved him upright again. "No. . . more". The meta snarled in his face, feeling no pity or remorse. This man worked for Gretta Tante, he knew it, he could smell it on him. Gretta's agent's were unworthy of pity. The Wolfman heaved the chubby office worker up, flipping him over his shoulder and throwing him bodily into a book case. The case shattered under the executive's weight, the shelves collapsing and dumping heavy books and case ledgers onto his head. Before he even had time to stop the spinning in his head Fenrir was on him again, pressing a heavy boot into the executive's throat.

"You wish for mercy? You are prey, and the predator shows the prey no mercy! Your leader taught me that, with her knives and experiments, her cages and drugs, her tests and her tortures. Tell me where she is and I shall grant you sweet relief. Choose silence and your pain will be immense!" This was a long sentence for the usually taciturn Magnus, and he found himself shouting the end of it. Granny and all things connected to her always had this effect on him. The executive began to whimper something, so quiet Magnus had to lean in to hear him properly.

"The. . . Computer. . . Look. . . At. . . it" The man whimpered. Tears tracked down his flabby cheeks then, and pitiful sobs wracked his body. Fenrir backed up, the man's display of weakness startling him somewhat. Grannies calibre of agent was usually more resilient than that. Still, it was no more than he deserved, as someone who knowingly and wilfully helped that crone kidnapped and brainwash children. The Wolfman turned to the computer, eyes widening in shock at the screen. There on the screen, with the iron grey hair pulled back into a severe bun, the horn rimmed spectacles gracing a hooked nose, the smoky blue eyes that seemed to take measure of him a find him wanting, was Gretta Tante.

"Guten tag Magnus, or is it Fenrir now? I do so love the colourful codenames you children all pick for yourselves." Her voice was calm and melodious, soothing in an almost hypnotic manner, the friendly tones completely at odds with her intimidating appearance. Fenrir took a step towards the screen, recovering his composure slightly.

"You've been looking for me, I gather? I'm afraid you must wait for a while longer my dear. I am very cross with you, you see, and before we reconvene I must take some time to calm myself. You and your friend, Hellfire, have been causing me no end of headaches since last we crossed paths, so much so that I've been forced to seek some foreign aid. A group well versed in dealing with costumed nuisance's like you two"

As she spoke Fenrir became aware of several sets of footsteps in the corridor outside, an unfamiliar scent accompanying them. He looked up from the screen to the door to see several dark garbed warriors enter. There was at least eight of them, with more awaiting in the hallway. Each was wearing exotic looking battle armour, with black full faced masks, while covered in knives, shurikens, swords, chains and all other kinds of outdated armaments. The Wolf told him they would know how to use them though, taking note of the fluid grace to their movements and the confident way the held themselves. They had a look of the wild to them.

"They call themselves the League of Shadows, and their leader has agreed to work with my little organisation." His attention was dragged back to Granny. "I will not deceive you Magnus, I doubt you will survive this encounter. A shame really, for I so hoped for you to see what I had planned for your friends, new and old, led by that Cargitte who Cadmus so foolishly allowed to slip out their fingers. Oh well, what's done is done, or at the very least shall soon be done. I'm sure you can use your imagination as to what awaits them in the limited time you have left. Know that I shall give special attention to Hellfire."

Gretta seemed like she was going to log off, but seemed to think better of it just to slide in one last parting shot, her controlled features splitting into a visage of pure hate and rage .

"You really should have stayed the fuck out of my way you stupid mutt!" The screen blinked black, the only sounds now being the sobbing coming from the executive in the corner. Fenrir slowly scanned the assassins entering the room, at least a dozen now, as they spread out in a half circle around him. As one they drew their weapons, a symphony of metal rasping against leather. The Wolfman pulled his knife, holding it in an under arm stance. The assassins began to close in, Fenrir breathing heavily through his nose as they approached, snorting faster and faster in anticipation of the fight ahead.

Perhaps Gretta was right, perhaps these strange men would be the end of him. Perhaps not. Only one thing was certain. One way or another, this would end bloody.

With a snarl he vaulted the desk and charged at the centre of the assassins, the black garbed men responding with a charge of their own.

And the Wolf howled.

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Ha Sonja, Hot Rod and Volt are all unconscious. Now if Rolling Girl/Breakneck goes down that's every returning member from the original crew who posted in the first RP knocked out.

Great example for the new kids.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Technically I haven't even started the current day yet.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Morningstar

You would never see it through her devil's head mask but Lucy's face slowly paled as Binary spoke, a combination of fear, apprehension, disgust and fury contorting her features. How could anyone do this to another human being? How could they look at that little girl and instead of seeing a person, instead see a resource to be exploited. Somehow it was worse that it was superhumans doing it to their own. It was perverse. She was filled with a sudden and intense urge to burn this place to the ground, to watch the cockroaches who did this flee the flames, then crush them under her heels.

But she didn't work like that. She couldn't work like that. In a world were men could leapfrog buildings or crush coal in their hands and turn it to diamonds a rash plan could get a mundie like her killed. Pariah had taught her how to fight with her head before she fought with her hands, and now was the time to use those skills. She knew she had to get the Conduit out of here, that much was obvious, but could she really leave those other captives in the thrall of Legion? The short answer was she could, but she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

“How fast can you get a strike force here Binary?” She asked, careful stepping around the room to strategically place sticky-cams, flash bangs and remote charges. Morningstar knew the League was stretched thin, but she also felt they had to bloody Legion's nose here. Everywhere else the elusive criminal organisation had kept them on the back foot, striking then fading into the shadows. The League needed a victory.

Pariah's former apprentice stepped back into the hall, placing more charges in strategic locations.
“If it comes down to it I'll grab the girl and run. I'll do it smiling, knowing how much it'll piss these guys off. I'm thinking I'd rather get all the hostages out though, then blow this place to hell. I could use four other sets of hands, five if we can spare them, and a readied evac.”

Mr Joe Black

“Thomas can bite my rotting, decomposing ass.” Stated Joe calmly, folding his arms like he wouldn't be moved on the subject. Stupid mage, trying to recreate a Green Lantern ring. Even in this day and age everyone knew that was impossible, willpower was just not a viable energy source. Joe had told Thomas this, often, loud and insultingly, but the magus never listened to him.

Joe's dead eyes lit up when Prudence revealed she had snagged a lock of Thomas's hair, but for more reasons than she would have imagined. It wasn't a surprise that the glamour needed a touch of the essence of the person the wearer wanted to emulate, a lot of those 'chameleon' type spells did. Hair, blood, nail clippings, any of it would do. Once you had some of that you had a terrible control over a person if you knew the right spells. Magic users were very protective of such things for just that reason, and the fact Pru had some of her bosses hair was more than a touch incriminating. Maybe it was nothing more than a bit of harmless fun for her, but in wizarding circles it was incredibly bad form of her to have it. Joe filed that wee tasty bit of information away for future use. After all, having leverage over one of Thomas's apprentices was a useful thing indeed.

“Ooo Thomas huh? I could have some fun with that. Lets see this glamour then, and make it snappy. I ain't gonna live forever.”