An Outsider

Young Justice 2021

I was thinking, instead of waiting for Dizz, GG and I to make it back to the HQ before heading off to fight the cyborgs, why doesn't the team head off without us, realising the situation is so dire they can't waste time waiting on us.

GG and Dizz make it back to base, followed closely by myself, but the base is then attacked by the cyborgs. Jin would have to fight of the lionshare to protect the two injured members, earning her some respect points with Fenrir.

What do ya's think?

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

Hey Yog, I'm awaiting St Francis's reply to Joe.

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

Hi-Voltage

Volt stepped in close, grabbing Apogee's shoulder and attempting to spin her around to face him. If she had been expecting it she probably would have never budged, but she was all sorts of unbalanced right now, both physically and emotionally, so she turned like a top. Heres hoping I dinnae take the place of thon punching bag.

He could see her face now, the raw emotion that etched nigh unbearable pain across her usually pretty features, the conflicting tumult of emotions that raged like a storm behind her eyes, the tense hump of her shoulders. He knew it all, had been there himself. He didn't have to cast far to remember what it was like to taste failure quite so bitter as she was now, after all he wore his failures like a uniform, but he knew some people weren't as adapted to self loathing as he was. Some people liked themselves, and when they did something wrong it felt like a betrayal. Emily was still new to this job, and this was the first time that she was forced to accept the concessions that heroes have to make to keep the world safe, the decisions they choose that chip away at their soul.

It was a horrifying revelation, finding out that saving the day means damning yourself. He remembered when he found that out for himself, the feeling of grey emptiness, the knowledge that he'd already lost Daniel for not doing what was right, then realising that if he was going to do the right thing he was more than likely going to lose himself. He'd just wanted someone to hug him then, and tell him it was gonna be alright.

But nae one did. Deep down ye widnae let them. Ye started this on yer own Tommy-Boy, so ye dealt wi yer problems on yer own. Even when Clara and Szymon tried tae help ye shoulder the weight, ye just pushed them away. Ye've always had a knack fer daing things tha wrong way. At least ye can learn from yer mistakes, help others dae things tha right way.

So he threw his arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug. He tried not to feel self-concious, public displays of affection never sitting very high on the list of things he enjoyed, knowing that Emily needed this.

"We're people Emily. Nae Gods." He spoke softly, still holding her close. "Nae matter what anyone says different we're just people. We laugh, we cry, we win, we make mistakes, we triumph, we fail. Then we pick oorselves up and dae better next time, we dae it tae honour those we failed, tae make sure nae one else has tae suffer for oor mistakes. We dae it cause its the right thing tae dae." He fell silent then, but kept on holding her. He'd keep on holding her until she told him to stop.

Because it was the right thing to do.

Morniningstar

Morningstar entered the room then, soft and quiet. Vigilance had said the hard approach would just make Villa clam up, and he was right. It was the soft approach that would crack this nut, the one were you slid up to your target all nice and quiet, picking your moment.

She sat herself at the table opposite the legionaire, made herself comfy on the seat then began.

"I read your file Villa. I read about LA, about your parents and your gangs, the bodycounts and the Golden Knights. I read it all and one thing stuck out to me. Your a survivor. You understand how the world works. Or at least you did. You see, back in LA you didn't let anyone or anything slow you down. You did things your way on your terms and you were untouchable."

"Now? Now you've hitched your horse to Legions wagon, and look were its got you! You're in the tender care of Vigilance here, the kind of cretin that would never of dreamed of nabbing you back in your LA days." She knew it was Pariah that had caught Villa, but she doubted the distinction would bother the crook overmuch. The point still stood. "And the bad news is we took a lot more than you from Legion today. I myself went knocking on the door of a place called the Den. If you don't know what that is then your useless to us, and if you do know what it is then you know Legion has much bigger worry's than getting you back. They haven't protected you Villa. Its time to stop protecting them."

The hero lent in across the table, enough for atmosphere but not enough to actually be in danger if Villa tried to attack her. She wasn't stupid.

"It's time to start thinking about yourself again."

the Nordland Saga

Nah, its cool. Faen wouldn't be able to catch up at this stage. I've got plans for when you'se get back, don't worry about me feeling left out lol.

the Nordland Saga

Partisan said
I'm thinking you resemble Lokison more in real life than you think. I didn't even think of that. :/

I don't quite follow that?

the Nordland Saga

If Faen was there he would point out a bears turning angle is far wider than a persons, so hypothetically you could stand on a cliff edge, allow it to charge at you, step out of the way and wave as it careens off into space. Unfortunately the Lokison is currently seeing stars, and of no use to anyone except as a paper weight.

Young Justice 2021

Yeah, once Jin and Gabe are back in HQ i'll put in my next post, be a bit stupid if I showed up before them seeing as I'm following them.

the Nordland Saga

Of course Audrunar was the one to argue with logic. Should have just let him fight the bear. Faen couldn't help but give the raider an exasperated look. It was the kind of look that spoke volumes, that said 'By the God's, your so stupid that being around you makes me actually feel slightly stupider myself.' Faen would later attribute this bizarre stupidity causality decreasing his usual sharp skills of observation as the reason for what happened next.

The bear snuck up on him. Quite how it managed the feat, being over four hundred pounds of raw muscle and stinking fur on clear ground, he wasn't quite sure but it did. The beast went up on hind legs, a deep roar that seemed to rumble up from the depths of Hel tearing from its mouth as it swung it's paws in a strike at him. More luck than skill had him already back peddling away from the attack, but the back of the beasts arm still caught him. It was a glancing blow, little more, but it still hurt like the last days of Ragnarok, sending him carthwheeling away. He squawked as he hit the ground, a lay their dazed and confused, out of the fight for a while.

the Nordland Saga

When the bear swiped at Faen you said it was because he was making the most noise, but at the time Aurdunar was responding to something Faen had said in my last post. Doesn't that mean Audrunar was making the most noise?

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

Hi-Voltage

Several shattered punch bags lay testament to Apogee's current temperament i.e. not very bloody good. The gym wasn't empty by any estimation, but the occupants were sure trying to make it look like it was. Good idea lads, leave tha lassie clearly struggling wi her emotions to her own devices, smashing things clearly being a healthy response post mission. Twats. That said he couldn't judge them to harshly, Apogee was one of the most powerful people on the planet, and if she threw a tantrum he doubted it would be a pretty sight. Still, he was constantly doing things he'd rather no, not like one more was gonna bother him overly much.

He approached casually, trying no to show how much he was hurting, only now becoming aware of how un-presentably he was attired, costumed all a-tattered, torso bared to show off fine purple bruises and sweat matted chest hair, blood still drying into whatever material was left. There was a stale whiff of grey sweat in the air too, though if that was him or the usual scent of the gym he wasn't sure. He assumed his blonde hair was pretty dishevelled too, but that was hardly new.

He stood a little to the side of the punching bag, coughing to announce his presence.

“Imagine ma surprise when ah wake up inna hossie bed an naebody has brang me any grapes! If ah wasn't sure ah was in Ahmerica before, ah sure ah'm now. Ye people have nae sense of decorum.” He smiled to show he was joking, that lopsided grin that made his usual sharp features look almost boyish.

“How ye daeing lass?”

Morningstar

You could cut the tension in the air between Morningstar and Vigilance with a knife, it would have to be a damn sharp one though, as it was thick enough to choke you. That said you'd have to be careful with a knife like that in this company, as either party would be liable to grab it from you with intentions of stabbing the other one. They could work together, just, but neither would be able to honestly say they enjoyed it.

For all that Vigilance knew his stuff, having come to the same conclusions she had about how to deal with Villa. The Legionnaire was the type of person who thrived on conflict, and if they went at her head-on then she'd just dig her heels in and they'd end up with a fat pile of squat. No, they had to go at Villa at an angle, worm their way into her head and keep her second guessing herself and her erstwhile allies.

“Right. You lead in there Vigilance, but be subtle about it. Let's let her own insecurities do our work for us, if she thinks Legion is gonna give her up then it sounds like she's the type to give them up first. I'll observe, and if I see a crack in her defence I'm gonna go for it, both barrels. Sound good?” She posed it as a question, but it was anything but. She was 'senior officer' in this investigation, so she was calling the shots.

Mr Joe Black

Thomas's aura was never a difficult one to locate. He was one of the most powerful mages in the Northern hemisphere, you just can't miss a signature like that. Joe was making a bee line for it, looking like he was in the detention facility, probably giving one of their recent prisoners the business, the thought of straight laced, white collared, perianal nice guy Thomas trying to put the fear into a rake of cracked-nut criminals so incredulous that it was enough to bring a rictus like grin to Joe's face. If he was paying more attention to were he was going he might not have triped over St Francis, knelt in the path with birds flying about him.

Joe went a tumble over his arse, taking the Saint with him. The zombie was quick back on his feet, swatting a chirping bird outta his face as he did.

"What you doing in the middle of the walkway with yer eyes closed ya mook? I should kick yer nuts in!"