An Outsider

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Fenrir’s eyes widened in surprise at Adam’s words. It took a few seconds for him to fully process what had happened. Had Warpath really just threatened to kill him? The professional solider, trained to always be in control, had shown less restraint than he, the savage and uncontrollable beast!?! A red mist descended once more but this time he stopped trying to control his fury, instead allowing it its head. The Wolf within knew the only course now was for physical confrontation, to show this foolish challenger his place in the social hierarchy, which was firmly below Fenrir's own. The call of the wild demanded violence. He stalked after Warpath, increasing his pace to catch up. His fingers began to lengthen, nails growing and hardening into vicious looking claws, mouth distorting as his teeth becoming fangs. There was no growling or snarling now, mere silence as he prepared himself for the kill. Guys. Lets just calm down and relax please. We have somewhere to be. . . The voice of Poltergeist, ephemeral as a half-remembered dream, sounded in Magnus’s head. The words echoed though his mind, reminding of who he was and what he was doing. He stopped in his tracks, ashamed at what he had nearly done, at the fact that after all these years the monster inside him still had such a powerful grip. Not that Adam was blameless, but Fenrir was supposed to be the leader, and should have done more to diffuse the episode. At least Poltergeist was already livening up to the expectations held for him Good work Jaymi... Thank you. . Fenrir wasn’t sure if Jaymi was still in his head, but he hoped the telekinetic would understand how grateful he was for his intervention. Juno was playing peacemaker now too. At least she had a level head. She admonished both Warpath and Fenrir, and while he felt his back go up at her words he accepted what she said as wisdom. There was a job, and if they couldn’t even get on the plane without incident then what hope had they on the field. He nodded to Twilight, a seed of respect for her taking root as he boarded the cruiser, making his way to the pilot seat. Molotov, Madcap and Blink had arrived by that stage, the cruiser taking off shortly after everyone had seated. The Hub’s water facing false wall folded into itself, allowing the cruiser to hover through, Fenrir flicking on the active camouflage, enabled by Martian stealth technology, protecting the craft from any prying eyes. He skimmed the water for a hundred meters before engaging the main jets, the carrier building speed and altitude steadily until he had broken the skyline. It was almost five hundred miles from Bludhaven to Metropolis, but at the speed the carrier was travelling the Outsiders would be there in less than ten minutes. Fenrir engaged the autopilot before addressing his team. “Roughly fifteen minutes ago the Royal Flush Gang was spotted in Metropolis.” He didn’t bother explaining the Flush gang, their members, or their MO. Each member of the Outsiders had been given extensive files on all the foes they’d be likely to face, the RFG amongst them, with strict instructions to study the information in preparation for this event. The only person who hadn’t received the files was Belle, and she wasn’t going to need them. “Their target is Lex Luthor.” Again, he didn’t explain who Luthor was, figuring that if they didn’t know that then they probably shouldn’t be here. “Our mission is to intercept and apprehend the RFG, while protecting Luthor.” He turned in his seat to face Molotov, knowing of the pyrokinetic’s history with the Metropolian. “I repeat, we must protect Luthor, despite our feelings on the man himself.” “Luthor was last seen in his penthouse atop Lextower, while the RFG was spotted entering the sewer line a block away from Lextower. They will be starting from the bottom and working their way up, disabling security on their way. We will enter from Lextower’s landing pad and move to meet them before they reach Lex.” “Any questions?”

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

@The Patriarch - If Adam is supposed to be smart and analytical then challenging Fenrir in such an overt manner, especially in response to merely being threatened with being kicked off the team, is a very bad idea. Fenrir is part wolf, he is an alpha male. Any such direct challenge to his leadership is likely to end in blood, and regardless of the victor there will be ramifications to a physical confrontation between Outsiders. Adam should know better if he is as smart as he claims. There really is going to be consequence to choices players make in this RP. As you can probably all see Fenrir is completely unsuited to a leadership role. My plan was always for him to take a lancer role to whichever character steps up and shows the leadership qualities. And yeah, my next post will be starting the mission in earnest. Should be up tonight, if not tomorrow.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Yeah, thats the one!

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Nah, that's why I had it in ironic quotation marks. Essentially he was just being a dick.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

@Dragonbud - Cuteness received, and then intercepted. Damn Warpath. @MrD - Oh, this mission is almost certain to go tits up! I mean, we haven't even taken off yet and near everyone is at each others throats. @Cantide - I'm not entirely sure what your asking for. Do you want Litheal and another member to have a mutual friend that got Litheal into the Outsiders? And is Litheal going to answer Fenrir's call, or is he doing his own thing right now? @22xander - Again DivineDarkness has beat me to it. I'm afraid he treads on the toes of heroes we already have, as well as his trickster/prankster persona being to close to Madcap's whole persona (or at least it is to me) And a bag with an infinite variation of items that might be pulled out from it is just to much for me. It needs more restrictions, otherwise he could be pulling out machine guns, kryptonite, Captain America's shield and just about anything else that you think of in the moment. Sorry bud. @Razqua - Fenrir knows about the blood drinking. It's not the kind of thing you can hide from the likes of the justice league, not if he's drinking it as often as he has been so far. On top of that Fenrir is able to smell it. He just hasn't mentioned it to the rest of the team.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

If we don't get one from her I'll fire another one up. Should be easy enough, I'll just have Question declare that waiting for everyone else's response to his 'threat' is taking to long, and he wont waste any more time on them.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

The team was making good time reaching the cruiser. Stalwart Defender was the first to arrive. Though the Outsiders was technically Fenrir’s team, and he had been given carte blanche to pick the members, he spent weeks listening to his fellow Leaguers advice on who to accept. Defender had an easy attitude to him that seemed to put him at odds with the rest of the team and its mission, but he came to them with the highest of recommendations from Superman himself. Fenrir could hardly dismiss Stalwart, not with a backing like that. The Man of Steel usually made it his business to be aware of promising new heroes, after all his last protoge had been the alien Ditto, and he was now leading Young Justice. Whatever it was, there was something about Defender that had caught Superman's eye. On top of that he seemed too have familiarised himself with the ships weapons systems, quite a feat seeing as the cruiser was a highly experimental craft composed of alien materials and technology. Fenrir couldn't decide if that was impressive or suspicious, but resolved to keep a closer eye on the big man regardless. He smelt the next member coming long before she came aboard, despite her doing her best attempt at a predator stalking its prey. He play acted ignorance, finding some part of the control panel in front of him incredibly interesting as Belle seen her game through to its conclusion. With a roar and a pounce the child attacked, her hunt a success. The Wolfman barely moved, save for the smile tugging at his lips. He was more than willing to let her have her childish fun, knowing all to well there were those out there all to ready to take her childhood away from her. They had done it to him after all. That, more than any other reason, was why he had taken her on with the Outsiders, to keep her out of the reach of those that would seek to use her. She was safer with him than with anyone else, and woe betide anyone who challenged him on that point. “Roar!” I got you Big Bad Wolf! I win this battle!” She giggled, while managing to stick the toe of her shoe up his nose. He half-heartedly tried to remove her, chuckling himself. “The Big Bad Wolf is conserving his energy.” He replied as way of excuse for his humiliating defeat. If only Hellfire could see him now, his brother wouldn't believe his eyes. He was so driven to distraction that he nearly missed the entrance of Bloodwalker, Tamashi Akuma. Tamashi had been one of the members that Fenrir had personally picked after pouring through the Justice Leagues files on heroes from around the globe. The demonic swordsman had even been earmarked for a place on Justice League Dark before he had been recruited into the Outsiders. He wasn’t the first demon that Fenrir had worked with, that honour went to Iga Fumiko, so he didn’t have the small minded prejudices and suspiciouns some might have at working with a hell beast. Despite that Fenrir was wary of him, the Wolf inside him telling him not to let his guard down around the demon, that there was something ancient and uncontrollable about him. That description could also apply to Fenrir himself though, as Granny had found out, so Bloodwalker was getting the benefit of the doubt for now. Next to arrive was Juno Hoshi, Twilight. Batman had insisted Fenrir take her on. At first he had figured it was because Batman believed she would be an asset, but he was becoming more and more certain that the Dark Knight had merely wanted Miss Hoshi out of his, and the Justice Leagues, hair. She had a foul attitude on her, the stink of entitlement following her around like thunder follows the lightning. He had come to find out she had a famous mother who was a leaguer herself at one point, had excelled in her studies and been quite successful in manipulating the media into thinking she was a rising star. That didn’t excuse her arrogance. Had she helped him and the rest of his pack take down Deathstroke when he had been on his superhero killing rampage? No. Had she been tortured at the hands of that madwoman Granny, chained to the wall between himself and Hellfire, just to escape their bounds and save the lives of over three dozen meta children? No. Had she stood against the Tomorrow Womans cyborg armies while the rest of the country cowered in their homes? No. Still, her vendetta against the Intergang was interesting, showing a certain amount of aptitude for the style of work that the Outsiders may be called upon to perform, so perhaps she was more than just hot wind and bluster. Time would tell, though if she imagined herself so much better than the rest of the team then he would watch her with a far more critical eye. She was off to a bad start though, calling Belle a bloodthirsty beast, even in jest, failing to win any affection from him. Too often he had heard that phrase levelled at him in the past, both sneered in insult or screamed in terror. He remained silent, imagining that this was too early a stage in the teams life to threaten to tear her arms off if she said it again. He found being a leader was hard, so many compromises to make. He took his mind of Juno by fixing on the next member to arrive, the telekinetic Poltergeist. Fenrir had found Jaymi living in a homeless shelter after nearly two weeks of searching. He sure knew how to keep a low profile, there was no mistaking that. The Wolfman had put so much effort into finding him for two reasons. Firstly, his powerset would allow greater tactical options and strategic options. Being able to relay orders instantaneously without the use of comms would be a great advantage, and having a powerful telekinetic on the team would always allow them extra dimensions of attack ad defence. Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, was that he had the potential to become a level head in the group, and hopeful be able to mediate the more extreme personalities. After all, Fenrir himself was obviously entirely unsuited to that role. To do that though, Jaymi would first need to come out of his shell, to embrace the Outsiders and all they could offer him. Even now he sat apart from the others, insulated in his solitude. Hopefully this first mission, this trial by fire, would forge a bond of camaraderie between the team. He was still wondering on how best to get Jaymi to open up, a prospect made all the more difficult by Fenrir’s general deficiency in the social department, when he felt Belle’s grip strengthen, her small fists grabbing clumps of his hair. His first reaction was annoyance, his patience for her antics starting to wear thin, until he hear her low snarling. He quickly realised that Warpath was trying to yank her off, aid that was completely unasked for. A fierce and terrible anger enveloped him, the Wolf inside wanting little more than for him to burst to his feet and tear Adam’s face off. He managed to keep himself controlled, partly by thinking that he had to set an example for her, to show her that they don’t have to react like the savages that people expect them to be. Mostly though it was the fact that Belle herself was handling it so well, and if a child could keep her calm then he should try harder to remain cool himself. Despite that Belle’s growling seemed to become deeper and more menacing, until he realised that this new growling was coming from him. “Whats the situation Fenrir? asked Warpath, a monumentally stupid query. The situation was about to be his spilled guts and the rest of the team being forced to clean up the cruiser. The desire, the need to tear at Adam was becoming too powerful to resist, his resolve beginning to crumble as the Wolf’s arguments for violence became more and more compelling. Just when it felt like he could restrain himself no longer Belle squirmed out of the Warpath’s grasp. It felt like a pressure being lifted from Fenrir’s chest, the all consuming hunger for blood slowly receding to become a dull ache in his temple. The plant man Thorn approached, admonishing Adam while offering a hand to Belle. Fenrir couldn’t help another low growl at the sight. He felt he liked Thorn, though he wasn’t sure why, perhaps it was the Gothamites natural look spoke to that primal part in the Wolfman that preferred the green woodlands to concrete jungles. Regardless of that, and despite Thorn’s innocent and well meaning intentions, Fenrir just couldn’t help getting his hackles up when someone approached the Belle. It worried him at times, just how protective he had become of her in so short a time. Rationally he knew that Thorn meant her no harm, but at the moment he wasn’t being his rational best. He did his best to calm down once more, tearing his angry eyes from Val to level them upon Warpath, the one deserving his fury, and still a hairs breath away from a torn out throat, with his hardest glare. “If you do that again you will be leaving this team.” He said softly, though not so quiet that the rest of the team couldn't hear if they listened closely. His voice was strained, the unspoken implication that Warpaths parting from the Outsiders would not be peaceful was obvious in Fenrir’s face and demeanour. “Now sit. You will find out the situation soon.”

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Ok, so there's the opening post, and a bit of reading for ya'll (I'm afraid that's gonna be a common occurrence, I get carried away with my writing) I'll give you all a couple days to have your characters join Fenrir on the cruiser before really starting the action. The reason for this is I still have to describe each of the six members of the Royal Flush Gang before starting the fight, and if I did that in that opening post it would probably be stupidly long. Also, for those that haven't seen it or don't know what it is, we have a Titanpad. It is essentially a shared wordpad that we can use to discuss the rp in real time, work on collaborative posts or plot out story lines. I also use it for storing my WIP posts. The link is in the first post if anyone wants to use it.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Blüdhaven. Widely considered to be one of, if not the, most corrupt cities in the USA. Gotham might be home to thieves, murderers and psychos and Hub City goes through a societal collapse about once a week, but neither can quite compare with Blüdhaven. The city has been the site of several gang wars and riots, suffered a devastating chemical attack and has had the unique distinction of being the site of Darkseid's factory of evil. Any one of those things could have spelled the end for any other place, but not for Blüdhaven. Blüdhaven merely accepted them as bumps in the road. It has managed to pull itself back from the brink of obliteration time and time again. Somehow this pit of a city just refuses to stay down, instead remaining in an almost constant state of decay. Magnus kept his head down as he strode the cities streets, a fierce scowl fixed on his face, hands thrust deep in his jacket pockets to conceal his tightly clenched fists. He hated cities, hated the stink and the noise and the overwhelming press of concrete all around him. And this was only the docks! It near filled him with dread to imagine how bad down town was. Star City had been bad enough, but at least it had some respect for the forests that man so selfishly abused. Here they had no respect for anything save power. He had only come outside to snatch a breath of fresh air after what seemed like hours of work, but it would be a desperate man indeed who referred to the air in Blüdhaven as fresh. The only upside to this place was that it served to keep him focused on the task at hand. He could hardly forget about the corruption he meant to combat when he lived in a place so immersed in it. Still, as silver linings go that one was pretty thin. He stopped in front of the former Dixon brothers whaling and shippingbuilding. Technically it had actually been used for ship building, boasting an impressive internal dry dock, rather than either of its advertised occupations. When the bottom of the whaling industry had fallen through there had been little need for shipbuilding in Blüdhaven , and the Dixon brothers had been forced to close. It had remained empty for almost three decades after that, until finally becoming home to the dishonest citizens taking part in their favorite pastime; organised crime. During this time the Dixon building earned itself a new name, the Hub, due to the popular opinion that there wasn't an ounce of drugs that entered Blüdhaven that didn't eventually pass through the Dixon brothers building's doors. The gang boss Blockbuster even used it as a central base of his operations for a time, though it fell into disuse once more when he was killed by the vigilante Tarantula. It then went on to survive the various calamities suffered by the city, showing a stubborn willingness to keep on standing that made the Hub look nigh on invincible. Magnus had deemed it the perfect place to house his new team. It had taken the knocks and the scrapes, all the accumulated shit that life could throw at it and yet was still looking forward to a better tomorrow, which was a description he felt could also be applied to each and every member of the Outsiders. He hoped the new team would appreciate the symbolism. If not, then who cared? It was still a roof over their heads. It was much more than just a roof though. Fenrir, Hawkman, Batman and a few select others deemed worthy to be let into the secret of the Outsiders had spent the best part of six months readying the Hub for its new purpose. The walls, ceilings and floors had been reinforced to the point that even Superman would struggle to punch his way in. The building itself and the streets surrounding it had been outfitted with the most cutting edge surveillance equipment available to man. If a fly buzzed around an over-filled bin five blocks away then the Outsiders could observe it. This goes hand in hand with the extensive security systems, including motion sensors and silent alarms. Magnus spent a few moments checking he wasn't being watched before entering (Even with all their security it always paid to be careful) He swiped his key card in front of a hidden sensor, posed for a retinal scan, then watched as a key pad folded out from behind a sign next to the door that had read 'to let'. He typed in his eight digit code, then finally spoke his authorization phrase. "Open up, or I'll huff and I'll puff and blow your house down." An automated voice announced that his phrase was accepted while he scowled as the door opened. The phrase had been Carter Hall's bad idea of a joke, and Magnus was yet to figure out how to change it. He pushed his way in, pulling the door closed behind him. He passed the training, common and living areas, skirted the hangar, making his way towards the control room. It was here, bathed in the cold glare of strip lights and unblinking computer monitors, that he found he was spending more and more of his time, whether he liked it or not. Pre-empting supervillains and terror attacks was a much more research heavy job than he had initially thought. The supercomputer in front of him, based on the one found in the League watchtower and connected to an array of satellites around the globe, collected what would equate to tonnes of data snippets every hour, all related to known or suspected super-villain plots and schemes. However it was then down to Fenrir to sift through the disjointed mess, trying to find leads and connections that might give them an edge, to discover the clarity in the chaos. Clarity that he was becoming more and more convinced simply didn't exist. He sat at his desk and spent the next hour vainly searching for something that might be even vaguely useful, but came up empty. A low growl sounded at the back of his throat, his irritation building into something hotter and more tangible. He wasn't suited to this kind of work, of that there was no doubt. He was a hunter and a warrior. He could track the canniest quarry or beat a powerful foes senseless, but this kind of disjointed puzzle solving was a enemy he just could not conquer. Not for the first time he considered calling Hawkman and informing him the League had picked the wrong man for this job. Just as he thought this the main screen beeped several times, indicating an incoming transmission. Magnus looked up in pleased surprise, happy to have any excuse to avoid returning to his research, before opening the call. A grim looking Hawkman came into focus, the background showing that he must be serving monitor duty on the watchtower. It helped calm the Wolfman's mood just to see his former mentor, even if it was through a computer screen and looking like he was ready to drop bad news. "Fenrir, we have a situation." Hawkman began, no preamble. Magnus grunted something non-committal. There was always some sort of situation. "The Royal Flush Gang are on the move." The Thangarian continued. The current Royal Flush Gang was the third to carry the name, though they were quickly proving themselves to be the most dangerous. While the first two RFG's had contented themselves with robbing banks and clashing with the Justice League, this latest incarnation had an entirely different MO. They were actively hunting down, torturing and finally killing infamous super-villains, while somehow managing to avoid the League. So far they'd killed the Mad Hatter, Metallo and, strangely enough, Professor Amos Fortune, the original King. "This time they're really trying their hands. Intelligence suggests their target is none other than Lex Luthor." Magnus arched a brow at that. Seems the Royal Flush Gang were feeling pretty confident in their abilities if they imagined themselves ready to take down Luthor. Compared to Jarvis Tetch or John Corben he was a whole different level, a more dangerous prey altogether. The fact that Lex was the head of a multi-billion dollar company and not serving a jail sentence was testament to that. For years he had served as a unseen antagonist to the Justice League, Superman in particular. He proved himself a master manipulator, maneuvering lesser villains and threats to distract the League from his larger plans and goals, all the while using his company to present the image of a well meaning philanthropist to the American public. Despite having suspicions of his foul play the authorities and the League couldn't move against him due to a complete lack of evidence and the good will he had cultivated with those unaware of his more sinister agendas. He was arguably the most successful villain in history, but his ego eventually became his undoing. It ate away at him, masterminding all these schemes and ploys that the vast majority of the world would never know about, never attribute to him. He felt they should respect him for his genius, even if it was that very intelligence that stopped them ever finding out about his successes. His plans became ever more overt as the self-proclaimed smartest man in the world began to fall for the same pitfalls that befell every two bit crook with a flair for theatrics. He got cocky. He formed the Legion of Doom, a villainous counterpart to the Justice League then placed outrageous bounties upon Superman's head, directly confronting the heroes for the first time. Things finally came to a head when he joined forces with the space conqueror Brainiac in a bid to conquer the earth. The two were thwarted, Brainiac being banished to deep space to lick his wounds and Luthor finally being caught with his hands dirty. He was brought before the world court to face judgement for his crimes, Superman certain that his old foe would finally get what he deserved. Even here though, with the decks stacked against him, Luthor proved himself to be possessed of a fiercer intelligence than any mere man deserved. He played up his earlier humanitarian efforts, while claiming that he had been under Brainiac's control. He then delivered convincing evidence that Superman had been unreasonably persecuting him for the best part of a decade. A world that had recently suffered at the hands of a hostile alien presence was only too willing to take Luthor's side against the Kryptonian. The prosecution began losing popular support as Luthor's sympathizers grew in number. The trial ended on a controversial note when Lex's punishment amounted to little more than a fine. An unbelievably hefty fine, but a fine nonetheless, a penance made all the more laughable when Luthor managed recoup his losses in record time by buying up property made near worthless after Brainiac's attack and selling it on for extortionate profits. Though many were blind to Luthor's faults the hero community, Fenrir among them, knew him for what he truly was. Perhaps it would be better just to let the billionaire battle it out with the Royal Flush Gang. Regardless of the outcome the world would be a safer place for it. Perhaps his savage nature was becoming too predictable as Carter seemed to read his mind. “I know what your thinking, and I can't say I disagree, but Superman insists we intercede.” Said the Leaguer, before dropping into a passable impression of Supe's Midwestern droll. “Its not for us to play judge, jury and executioner.” Magnus's face broke into the slightest of grins. “The thing is the League really shouldn't act on this information. We're on thin ice after that thing with Clara Kendall,” that drew a snort of derision from the Wolfman. That was an understatement if he had ever heard one. “And with Luthor's penchant for manipulating public opinion we just can't take the chance of him managing to turn our attempted rescue into something sinister. He'd probably get them believing we were working with the Flush gang. So, long story short, the Outsiders are up.” Despite his conflicting emotions about the mission the Wolfman could feel a primal excitement building within him. The call of the wild, that's what Carter used to call it. His insatiable hunger for action and adventure rearing its head. "I'm sending the mission co-ordinates to the cruiser. You wont have to do much more than hit go." Continued Hawkman, this statement earning a grimace from his former protege. The cruiser was the Outsiders personal VTOL transport, a super jet combining Thangarian, Kryptonian and Martian technology. Fenrir was the only one on the team officially qualified to fly it, a situation he meant to remedy as soon as possible. He hated flying with a passion unrivaled, and the sooner someone else was responsible for piloting that monstrosity the better in his opinion. "Remember, if you're caught you and the rest of the Outsiders have no ties to the League. You and I haven't spoken since you left Young Justice," Fenrir nodded. Those were the terms decided upon when he was issued the mission of forming the Outsiders. Whatever actions they took couldn't be connected to the League. Public ally he had rescinded his partnership with Hawkman and his membership in Young Justice. He rose from behind his desk, making towards the cabinet where he kept his Nth metal armor and hunting knife. "Don't worry Carter. This team wont fail." he responded as he buckled his chest piece on. Magnus was a man of few words, so when he said something like that the listener could be damn sure that he meant it. "I didn't doubt it." Hawkman said with a smile, before ending the transmission. Fenrir finished gearing up, settling his wolf shaped helm into place, before grabbing his communicator, a thumbnail sized sliver of black metal. Each member of the Outsiders had been given an identical model upon joining the team, along with express instructions to have it on them at all times. He squeezed the sliver tight, a blinking red light indicating it was now transmitting to all of its counterparts. "Outsiders. This is Fenrir. We have a job. Make for the Cruiser. We leave in five." The Wolfman was first on the VTOL, settling himself into the pilot's chair to await his teams arrival. The call of the wild was growing louder and louder.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

I can't promise the Question will be any use in the fight at all. Probably closer to the opposite if I'm honest.