An Outsider

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary (An Original Superhuman RP)

You shut your ugly boat mouth.

@Tyler

Ho please, don't be mad because I'm a successful drag queen and you're just...some bitch who has to show it for a dollar

@Stein

_{My God. . .}

EVERYONE, TAKE COVER, THE QUEENS ARE AT WAR!!!

As an aside, interested.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Great. Now I've got that song stuck in my head....

@Divine Darkness

You're very welcome. Nice to see you again DD.

Anyway, if you're going to be timeskipping @Lord Wraith, then I'll wait until after the skip to introduce Volt.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

@BlackSam3091 Welcome aboard! What took you so long :P

@Lord Wraith

I was waiting for Tyler to leave.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

| NAME: |

Thomas Springsteen

| ALIAS: |

Hi-Voltage, but goes by Volt for short.

| AGE: |

18

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Tommy has the ability to create and manipulate electrical energy. Since the his 'awakening' his body has become a biological 'electrical generator' of sorts. As his body metabolises food it also creates vast quantity's of electrical energy. He can use the energy in his body for a variety of things, most commonly using it to fire bolts of electricity, but also being able to give off EMP's and have low level control over the forces of magnetism.

His supercharged body gives him low levels of super-strength, speed and endurance, and incredibly high reaction times.

Tommy can drain the charge from electrical equipment to replenish his own supply of energy. He can drain outside sources of electricity to replenish his stamina, and can even use it to speed up his recovery from injuries. He can naturally sense if an area is rich in electrical energy or not. The more electricity his body has stored the more powerful he becomes, though after a certain point storing the energy can become quite a strain, and like filling a water balloon with too much water he is in danger of bursting.

For some reason beyond his or Clara's ability to understand he no longer requires sleep. This has proved incredibly useful in keeping up with his double life. Clara has suggested seeking more professional help to explain this phenomenon, but Tommy is hesitant to allow anyone else to discover his secret.

After a battle with the mental manipulator 'Pied Piper' Volt has come to realise he is extraordinarily resistant to psionic attacks. He attributes this to his brains unique electrical impulses.

Before joining Corrigan's he was trainging to become an electrician and proved to be quite extraordinary in the field, though some might say that should be a given.

Tommy has an easy going personality, which leads him to making friends and allies with ease, despite him being a solo act thus far. Being in the hero game for as long as he has helps you become quite a quick thinker. Tommy has become adapt at coming up with off the wall solutions to his problems on the fly.

As Hi-Voltage he has developed a skill in acrobatics and free-running. This, coupled with his natural speed and reflex's, help him avoid any serious damage in fights.

Szymon has taught him to speak some Polish.

As to equipement he has his supersuit, which is composed of a lightweight lyrcra material that allows him a high degree of flexibility, but no real protection.

Szymon has helped him develop a shortwave radio that allows him to listen to the police and emergency services line.

He also has a small in-ear communicator that allows him to keep in contact with Szymon at all time.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Being doused in water can short out Tommy's powers, and being completely submerged can cause him to loose consciousness'. If he uses more energy than he can generate or drain from his environment then he can die.

His control over magnetism is extremely limited, if only because he finds the concentration necessary is prohibitive. He once managed to budge a bus, but he suffered migraines for days afterwards.

Has never had any formal training in how to fight. He's picked up a few tricks since he started, and knows how to throw a punch, but he's by no means an expert. A master martial artist could probably beat him in a straight up fight, even with Tommy's physical advantages.

| SAMPLE POST: |

He couldn't even remember the route that he'd stumbled through London. Something told him that was a bad sign. His side wasn't hurting any more, instead just numb, and cold, while his fingers and toes tingled unpleasantly, and all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep. Something told him that was a worse sign.

“Volt?” There was a voice in his ear, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. Was he hallucinating? No, no time to worry about that. He was at his digs now, just one shimmy up a drain pipe from sanctuary. Easy. He'd done it what felt like a million times.

. . . Only he'd never done it with a big ass hole the size of a tennis ball in his side.

No point crying 'bout that now, Tommy-Boy. Just got to do it. Knowing that if he put it off any longer then he'd never do it he staggered towards the wall, grabbed at the pipe and pulled. Fire bloomed in his side, all feelings of numbness nothing more than a blissful memory. He felt like he had to scream, to cry, to wail like a bairn. The urge to let go was intoxicating.

. . . but he didn't. He was slowly clambering up the wall, slow as an old man climbing stairs, teeth clenched against the pain, breath coming in comfortable wheezes, arms feeling like they were lead.

But he didn't let go.

“Volt!” The voice again, more insistent this time. Tommy still couldn't tell who it was. Maybe it was God, telling him his time was up. Yeah, right. Like God would wanna chew the fat wi' you.

He was level with his open window now, bathed in sweat, muscles screaming, fingers cramping. It took what felt like an age to shimmy into his room, collapsing over the sill with all the grace of a bag of tatties. He mighta blacked out as he lay there on the floor, panting like a sick dog. The voice was still in his ear, screaming now, speaking a language he didn't fully recognise. Was that. . . was that Polish?

Szymon. It was Szymon talking over the earpiece. Szymon could help.

“Hello,” Tommy managed to croak out. There was a sigh of relief down the line.

“Volt, you bitch, why didn't you answer? What happened? Are you alright? Where's Obsidian?” Szymon asked questions like a machine gun fires hot lead, not even pausing long enough for Tommy to actually answer. Not that it mattered, Tommy wasn't of a mind to be answering them right now. He just needed one thing from his friend.

“Sy, I need Clara. I'm hurt. Hurt bad.” He managed to rasp out.

“On it.” was the reply. Simple and concise. Szymon was all business in a crisis. He'd know Volt's location through the suit's in-built tracker, he'd get Clara, then she'd come and patch him up. All Tommy had to do was lie there and not die.

That, and think about how he failed. How he'd let Donny Sharpe, Obsidian, get away, how he let Donny win.

Again.

Even with all his power, all his advantages, Tommy still couldn't stop the one man he wanted to stop more than any other. Every time he and Sharpe clashed, he always seemed to be lucky to survive the scrape, while his nemesis got away clean, revelling in the fact that he couldn't be stopped. It was sickening in the extreme. Soul crushing. Spirit sapping. If it wasn't Tommy's responsibility to at least try and stop Sharpe then he knew he would have given it up a long time ago.

He couldn't stop, but he couldn't continue on as he was. Something had to change.

He was starting to black out again when he heard a car stop outside. At his hour that could only mean one thing. Clara was here, here to save his worthless hide. He turned his head in the direction of the door, knowing he had to stay conscious. It was hard though, so very hard. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep and give up. He began to look around the room from his position on the floor, desperate for anything to grab his attention, anything that he could focus on that would keep him on the moment.

There was nothing.

Then he seen the letter, sitting on his desk. The letter he'd read weeks ago, and casually forgotten about it, sure it had been sent to the wrong person.

It was a letter from Corrigan's.

And it would change his life. . .

| NOTES: |

Appearance

Tommy stands at 6'3", with what appears to be a slight build. This is misleading however, as his body is covered in lean muscle. His shoulder length, dirty blonde hair is a constant wavy mess, due to a mixture of his hi-octane antics and general lack of presentation. He usually has either blonde stubble or a beard, depending if he has bothered to shave or not. His face is not the typical one expected of a hero, all sharp lines and hard angles, his cheek bones a little too high and his chin too narrow to be designated 'friendly'. His smile is infectious however, serving to brighten his demeanour greatly, and his summer blue eyes generate a friendly warmth.

Hi-Voltage's supersuit is composed of a dark blue, form fitting jumpsuit, zipped up the front. He usually leaves the zipper, a decorative lightening bolt, open just below the throat. The suit is decorated with two lighter blue lightening bolts that go from his pectorals, arching over his shoulders, then reaching down to the small of his back. Another bolt wraps around his waist, like a stylised belt. His calf-high military boots and paramilitary gloves are the same shade of blue as the lightening on his suit. His identity is concealed by a pair of aviator style motorcycle goggles with reflecting lenses that he wears over a broad domino mask.

Affiliations

He has a good working relationship with Britain's police force, who seem to embrace him as their 'superpowered' backup, despite him technically being a vigilante. Clara Lord, his ex-girlfriend, is a trainee nurse, and has patched him up on more than one occasion. Szymon Glowski, an IT consultant he once saved from a mugging, provides him with 'cyber' back up, such as hacking, tracking and even setting up a Hi-Voltage fansite. As far as superpowered allies go he has been involved in a few team-ups but seems content to work alone for the most part, making his acceptance of Corrigan's invitations surprising. He and vigilante team Knight and Squire have worked together in the past.

Psyche Profile

Tommy's crusade is fuelled by his guilt at what he allowed to happen to his best friend, Daniel. He feels if he had been there then he could have saved his friend from a tragic end, so now he fights to protect those that he can save.

He hasn't completely bought into the Superhero mind-set, and feels like a fraud wearing a costume, believing it to be a deliberate power trip for some people. However he realises the thought of someone as powerful as he is a troublesome idea for some people, but has come to find that many people's fears are put at ease when he wears a super-suit, perhaps because the idea that heroes should be wearing colourful getups.

Since Daniels death he has had trouble really letting people in, feeling that he will let them down. This is one of the main factors in his and Clara's breakup, and why he has never joined a super-group in the past.

Misc Notes

• Tommy hasn't told his folks about his powers. They think he's currently on a gap year touring Europe. He hates lying to them, but is afraid to broach the subject of him being 'different' with them.
• Tommy has already spent just over a year serving as a vigilante in London, though has recently suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of his nemesis, Obsidian. It's for this reason he has accepted Corrigan's offer of advanced schooling, in the hopes that he's more prepared to handle the villain in their next meeting.
• Tommy enjoys rock music, and he got his name from the AC/DC song. It was between Hi-Voltage and Thunderstruck, which he ultimately decided would be misleading.
• My body is allergic to all liquids, and as such I don't have a favourite beverage. I hope this doesn't count as rule breaking.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I won't cross anyone off who hasn't replied yet but I am thinking that most of the people who didn't answer the rollcall have left us so I will likely open us up to apps again after Christmas.

@Lord Wraith

Speaking of opening up applications.

Hi-Voltage

| NAME: |

Thomas Springsteen

| ALIAS: |

Hi-Voltage, but goes by Volt for short.

| AGE: |

18

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Tommy has the ability to create and manipulate electrical energy. Since the his 'awakening' his body has become a biological 'electrical generator' of sorts. As his body metabolises food it also creates vast quantity's of electrical energy. He can use the energy in his body for a variety of things, most commonly using it to fire bolts of electricity, but also being able to give off EMP's and have low level control over the forces of magnetism.

His supercharged body gives him low levels of super-strength, speed and endurance, and incredibly high reaction times.

Tommy can drain the charge from electrical equipment to replenish his own supply of energy. He can drain outside sources of electricity to replenish his stamina, and can even use it to speed up his recovery from injuries. He can naturally sense if an area is rich in electrical energy or not. The more electricity his body has stored the more powerful he becomes, though after a certain point storing the energy can become quite a strain, and like filling a water balloon with too much water he is in danger of bursting.

For some reason beyond his or Clara's ability to understand he no longer requires sleep. This has proved incredibly useful in keeping up with his double life. Clara has suggested seeking more professional help to explain this phenomenon, but Tommy is hesitant to allow anyone else to discover his secret.

After a battle with the mental manipulator 'Pied Piper' Volt has come to realise he is extraordinarily resistant to psionic attacks. He attributes this to his brains unique electrical impulses.

Before joining Corrigan's he was trainging to become an electrician and proved to be quite extraordinary in the field, though some might say that should be a given.

Tommy has an easy going personality, which leads him to making friends and allies with ease, despite him being a solo act thus far. Being in the hero game for as long as he has helps you become quite a quick thinker. Tommy has become adapt at coming up with off the wall solutions to his problems on the fly.

As Hi-Voltage he has developed a skill in acrobatics and free-running. This, coupled with his natural speed and reflex's, help him avoid any serious damage in fights.

Szymon has taught him to speak some Polish.

As to equipement he has his supersuit, which is composed of a lightweight lyrcra material that allows him a high degree of flexibility, but no real protection.

Szymon has helped him develop a shortwave radio that allows him to listen to the police and emergency services line.

He also has a small in-ear communicator that allows him to keep in contact with Szymon at all time.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Being doused in water can short out Tommy's powers, and being completely submerged can cause him to loose consciousness'. If he uses more energy than he can generate or drain from his environment then he can die.

His control over magnetism is extremely limited, if only because he finds the concentration necessary is prohibitive. He once managed to budge a bus, but he suffered migraines for days afterwards.

Has never had any formal training in how to fight. He's picked up a few tricks since he started, and knows how to throw a punch, but he's by no means an expert. A master martial artist could probably beat him in a straight up fight, even with Tommy's physical advantages.

| SAMPLE POST: |

He couldn't even remember the route that he'd stumbled through London. Something told him that was a bad sign. His side wasn't hurting any more, instead just numb, and cold, while his fingers and toes tingled unpleasantly, and all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep. Something told him that was a worse sign.

“Volt?” There was a voice in his ear, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. Was he hallucinating? No, no time to worry about that. He was at his digs now, just one shimmy up a drain pipe from sanctuary. Easy. He'd done it what felt like a million times.

. . . Only he'd never done it with a big ass hole the size of a tennis ball in his side.

No point crying 'bout that now, Tommy-Boy. Just got to do it. Knowing that if he put it off any longer then he'd never do it he staggered towards the wall, grabbed at the pipe and pulled. Fire bloomed in his side, all feelings of numbness nothing more than a blissful memory. He felt like he had to scream, to cry, to wail like a bairn. The urge to let go was intoxicating.

. . . but he didn't. He was slowly clambering up the wall, slow as an old man climbing stairs, teeth clenched against the pain, breath coming in comfortable wheezes, arms feeling like they were lead.

But he didn't let go.

“Volt!” The voice again, more insistent this time. Tommy still couldn't tell who it was. Maybe it was God, telling him his time was up. Yeah, right. Like God would wanna chew the fat wi' you.

He was level with his open window now, bathed in sweat, muscles screaming, fingers cramping. It took what felt like an age to shimmy into his room, collapsing over the sill with all the grace of a bag of tatties. He mighta blacked out as he lay there on the floor, panting like a sick dog. The voice was still in his ear, screaming now, speaking a language he didn't fully recognise. Was that. . . was that Polish?

Szymon. It was Szymon talking over the earpiece. Szymon could help.

“Hello,” Tommy managed to croak out. There was a sigh of relief down the line.

“Volt, you bitch, why didn't you answer? What happened? Are you alright? Where's Obsidian?” Szymon asked questions like a machine gun fires hot lead, not even pausing long enough for Tommy to actually answer. Not that it mattered, Tommy wasn't of a mind to be answering them right now. He just needed one thing from his friend.

“Sy, I need Clara. I'm hurt. Hurt bad.” He managed to rasp out.

“On it.” was the reply. Simple and concise. Szymon was all business in a crisis. He'd know Volt's location through the suit's in-built tracker, he'd get Clara, then she'd come and patch him up. All Tommy had to do was lie there and not die.

That, and think about how he failed. How he'd let Donny Sharpe, Obsidian, get away, how he let Donny win.

Again.

Even with all his power, all his advantages, Tommy still couldn't stop the one man he wanted to stop more than any other. Every time he and Sharpe clashed, he always seemed to be lucky to survive the scrape, while his nemesis got away clean, revelling in the fact that he couldn't be stopped. It was sickening in the extreme. Soul crushing. Spirit sapping. If it wasn't Tommy's responsibility to at least try and stop Sharpe then he knew he would have given it up a long time ago.

He couldn't stop, but he couldn't continue on as he was. Something had to change.

He was starting to black out again when he heard a car stop outside. At his hour that could only mean one thing. Clara was here, here to save his worthless hide. He turned his head in the direction of the door, knowing he had to stay conscious. It was hard though, so very hard. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep and give up. He began to look around the room from his position on the floor, desperate for anything to grab his attention, anything that he could focus on that would keep him on the moment.

There was nothing.

Then he seen the letter, sitting on his desk. The letter he'd read weeks ago, and casually forgotten about it, sure it had been sent to the wrong person.

It was a letter from Corrigan's.

And it would change his life. . .

| NOTES: |

Appearance

Tommy stands at 6'3", with what appears to be a slight build. This is misleading however, as his body is covered in lean muscle. His shoulder length, dirty blonde hair is a constant wavy mess, due to a mixture of his hi-octane antics and general lack of presentation. He usually has either blonde stubble or a beard, depending if he has bothered to shave or not. His face is not the typical one expected of a hero, all sharp lines and hard angles, his cheek bones a little too high and his chin too narrow to be designated 'friendly'. His smile is infectious however, serving to brighten his demeanour greatly, and his summer blue eyes generate a friendly warmth.

Hi-Voltage's supersuit is composed of a dark blue, form fitting jumpsuit, zipped up the front. He usually leaves the zipper, a decorative lightening bolt, open just below the throat. The suit is decorated with two lighter blue lightening bolts that go from his pectorals, arching over his shoulders, then reaching down to the small of his back. Another bolt wraps around his waist, like a stylised belt. His calf-high military boots and paramilitary gloves are the same shade of blue as the lightening on his suit. His identity is concealed by a pair of aviator style motorcycle goggles with reflecting lenses that he wears over a broad domino mask.

Affiliations

He has a good working relationship with Britain's police force, who seem to embrace him as their 'superpowered' backup, despite him technically being a vigilante. Clara Lord, his ex-girlfriend, is a trainee nurse, and has patched him up on more than one occasion. Szymon Glowski, an IT consultant he once saved from a mugging, provides him with 'cyber' back up, such as hacking, tracking and even setting up a Hi-Voltage fansite. As far as superpowered allies go he has been involved in a few team-ups but seems content to work alone for the most part, making his acceptance of Corrigan's invitations surprising. He and vigilante team Knight and Squire have worked together in the past.

Psyche Profile

Tommy's crusade is fuelled by his guilt at what he allowed to happen to his best friend, Daniel. He feels if he had been there then he could have saved his friend from a tragic end, so now he fights to protect those that he can save.

He hasn't completely bought into the Superhero mind-set, and feels like a fraud wearing a costume, believing it to be a deliberate power trip for some people. However he realises the thought of someone as powerful as he is a troublesome idea for some people, but has come to find that many people's fears are put at ease when he wears a super-suit, perhaps because the idea that heroes should be wearing colourful getups.

Since Daniels death he has had trouble really letting people in, feeling that he will let them down. This is one of the main factors in his and Clara's breakup, and why he has never joined a super-group in the past.

Misc Notes

• Tommy hasn't told his folks about his powers. They think he's currently on a gap year touring Europe. He hates lying to them, but is afraid to broach the subject of him being 'different' with them.
• Tommy has already spent just over a year serving as a vigilante in London, though has recently suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of his nemesis, Obsidian. It's for this reason he has accepted Corrigan's offer of advanced schooling, in the hopes that he's more prepared to handle the villain in their next meeting.
• Tommy enjoys rock music, and he got his name from the AC/DC song. It was between Hi-Voltage and Thunderstruck, which he ultimately decided would be misleading.
• My body is allergic to all liquids, and as such I don't have a favourite beverage. I hope this doesn't count as rule breaking.

I see that a lot of you have a 'relationship' tab on your CS's, so if I get accepted I might try and add something like that.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

On a more serious note. I wont be able to get anything up until after Christmas. Just so you all know. I'm sorry to all those who will have to wait on me, but RL is more important, especially in this season.

@Blue Demon

But it's the season of giving, as in 'Give us more freaking posts, Goddammit!'

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Arthur Curry, unlike most people, usually enjoyed the rain. The feel of cool water spattering against his dry skin was always a blessed relief whenever he spent time on the surfaceworld. Even the most miserly of drizzles could help raise his spirits. It had always been like that, even before he knew he was part Atlantean.

Not today though. Nothing could help shift his all-encompassing gloom. Nothing felt comforting today.

The day of Clark's funeral.

The Atlantean prince stood amongst the other members of the League, decked out in his ceremonial garb, back straight, posture rigid, face as carefully neutral as he could possibly maintain. Composed. Controlled. Unflinching. He didn't want the world to see how much he was hurting. How much he was grieving. Clark hadn't been just his ally, he'd been his friend. Another outsider, another being torn between two worlds, two peoples. More than any of the other Leaguers, Clark had understood what it was like to feel different.

And now he was gone.

Of all of them Clark had always been the best. The strongest, the toughest, the most virtuous. Without him what were they? It wasn't a question he wanted answering, honestly.

Supergirl was at the podium. The Girl of Steel. Heavy title too foist on someone so young, so frail looking. She might be strong as he was, but was she ready to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders? Especially when she was looking like her own world had just crumbled down around her. She gave a good speech though. Short, solemn, respectful, tinged with an edge of hope for better days. The kind of speech Clark might have given.

“Good words.” Arthur murmured to himself as the Kryptonian stepped away from the podium.

Maybe there was some small comforts to be derived from a day like today.

Later

The ceremony was beginning to wind down, the speeches finished, the dirt piled. Mourners still mobbed the site though, congregating in small groups, trying to assuage they're own grief by drawing strength from one another. They shared their favorite stories and personal anecdotes about the Man of Steel, trying their best to remember the better times. Arthur was conversing with Kaldur, the two Atlantean's naturally gravitating towards one another. It had been a while since the two had seen each other, Kaldur's responsibilities to Supergirl and the Teen Titans keeping him from serving as 'Aquaman's sidekick' as often as he used to. Not that Arthur minded. He was proud of the man that Kaldur was becoming, and felt his independence was well earned. Still, it was nice to see him, just a shame that the situation was so grim.

Arthur's belt buckle started to pulse softly, a sign that he was receiving some form of dispatch from Poseidonis. He excused himself and crossed to a quiet corner where he could listen to the message in peace. Lightly pressing the finger-tips of his right hand upon the stylized 'A' of his belt initiated contact.

Contact was the Atlantean fashion of conveying messages to each other over great distances. The process usually utilized a magical foci – such as his belt buckle – to allow telepathic communication between individuals oceans apart.

Near instantly he felt the probing, intrusive, and vaguely nauseating sensation as his consciousness was suffused by another's, wondering – not for the first time – if this was what it was like for the aquatic life when he used his gifts to command them. He'd heard that apparently the experience wasn't quite as unpleasant for a puissant mage as it was for a mystical novice like him, but really that was a fact that didn't help Arthur in the slightest.

Slowly the second presence coalascended into a separate consciousness, taking on the traits and characteristics of the message sender until it felt like there was a whole other person shoved into Arthur’s skin. Familiarity bloomed, the half-breed coming to recognize the feelings this consciousness presented. The intelligence and intensity of magical power, the deep cunning that couldn't be found in normal men. The strength of character and immense willpower. The feelings of family he inspired in Arthur. It was unmistakable.

<Brother. . . . My apologies for interrupting the ceremony> Began Orm, his 'voice' whispering through Arthur's head, a slight echoey quality to it. It was obvious he meant the apology, as his presence twisted uncomfortably when he made it, the psychic equivelant of hand-wringing. Orm knew how important today was supposed to be. For that reason Arthur forgave him, as the Crown-Prince wouldn't have called if it wasn't important. He could feel Orm's relief.

<You're right, it is urgent, so I wont waste anytime. Mere minutes ago I, and several of Poseidonis's most powerful sorcerors felt a magical pulse. After quick discussions we have unanimously agreed that it's source could be from nothing other than one of the lost Zodiac Stone's > Orm paused, perhaps sensing his brothers surprise. The Stone's were items of incredible power, twelve in total, each patterend after the signs of the Zodiac. It was the Stones that had once allowed Atlantis to be the eminent power on the face of the planet, and it was by using the power of the Stones that allowed his forebears had managed to survive the Drench, the great cataclysm that had sunk their kingdoms. In doing so many of the Stones had been lost though, modern Atlantean's only knowing the wherabouts of six. For centuries the Seven Kingdoms had hunted the missing Stones, knowing that to find just one could tip the delicate balance of power between them. If Orm was right, and this pulse had originated with one of the lost Stones, then a sufficiently talented mage could track the pulse straight back to the Stone itself.

<Exactly, and while we can't be sure that the anomaly will lead back to one of the Zodiac Stones, we can't just ignore it, and take the chance that our rivals don't, and actually finds something. The collegiate have already located the source of the pulse> Co-ordinate locations appeared in Arthur's head, only a few hundred miles from the east coast of America. <You're not far, so you stand the best chance of beating the other kingdoms. We need you go there and investigate, and if the Stone is there, retrieve it for Poseidonis> This was no request. No doubt this was an order straight from his mother. Even the funeral of Superman couldn't postpone this task, not in the eyes of his family. For the briefest of moments he resented them, always telling him what to do, never bothering to give a moment to his wants, his needs. Couldn't they do anything without him? Couldn't he get one day, just one fucking day to himself!? All he wanted to do was grieve for his friend!

Hadn't he given enough of himself to Atlantis?

Orm must have sensed the animostic feelings, as he quickly changed tacts.

<Please brother, we need you to do this. We've already sent a mage who was in the area towards the pulse location, as well as a Man-o-War squad who were nearbye on a patrol mission, but this is a task that needs to be done right. If it is a Stone then that's too much power too let just anyone have! Mother or I would go ourselves, but we have the meeting with the Tritonis ambassador today, and he's angsty enough without us walking out on him>

<You're the only one we trust to do this>

Near instantly the fight went out of Arthur. He even knew that Orm had just played him like a bad fiddle, and yet he still knew he'd do what was asked of him. He couldn't see his family far enough, and Orm knew it. Break out the big 'T' word and Arthur was caught, hook, line and sinker.

<Thank you brother. You're doing the right thing. If you do find the Stone then take it straight back to Poseidonis. Give it to either myself or mother. No one else>

<I'll see you soon Orin>

Orders handed out the meeting was concluded, Orm's presence swiftly receding until Arthur was once again left as the sole resident in his head. He glanced around to see if any one was looking at him, but no one had even had the time to notice. The entire meeting would have taken seconds, the benefit of telepathic conversation. Everthing transpires at the speed of thought.

Speaking of, he had better get going. The race would be on, and whether he liked it or not he didn't have any time to spare. He glimpsed Kaldur as he was leaving, briefly wondering whether he should enlist the young man's aid on the mission. Then he saw Supergirl, saw the way Kaldur looked at her, and decided against it. She looked like she needed Kaldur a good deals more than he needed Aqualad, regardless to the risk it might prove to Poseidonis. Arthur knew what it was like, feeling torn between your responsibilites to two seperate worlds. He wasn't about to put Kaldur through the same.

Without saying any goodbyes he left.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

<Snipped quote by BlackSam3091>

Yes, though it is happening exactly at the same time as Superman's funeral.

@Gowi

I figured as much. I'll pm you for details later.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

If he's accepted in time I was actually in talks with Gowi to have The Question be present/show up at the robbery, having already deduced that some criminal or other would use Superman's funeral as a distraction. But if he wants Aquaman would certainly do just as well! Or a bizarre teamup of Question and Aquaman!

@Dblade26

That would be outstanding!

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Is the Jinx subplot open for any cape to jump in on?