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Current I feel like I'm rotating through the same four characters constantly since RPs die so quickly I never get enough quality time with them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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January 1st, 10:28 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space

Interactions: @pyroman @Dead Cruiser @Korkoa


Did all this really have to happen now?

Grim was tired, a little buzzed, stressed - and now there was a Green Lantern and a man who's very presence sent alarms through the Iron Fang's armor radiation detection blaring. The man trying to speak just made it worse.

And now radiation man was in the airlock, and the Green Lantern revealed himself as Morgan's son using the familiar abilities of the equally familiar ring.

Scratch that, Grim wasn't buzzed enough.

A sigh rumbled through the helmet of the Iron Fang armor, only heard through the open comms as the vacuum of space swallowed any noise that might've escaped the synthesizer. Finally, Grim stepped back into the airlock and spread his arms in welcome to the two figures, gesturing with curling fingers to Preston to enter. It was hard not to stare at him, after having been allies with his father for so many years. Which was also saying something, considering that the other presence in the airlock seemed to be made of obsidian.

"Close the airlock, Alfred," Once again over comms the message was picked up by the Station's A.I., the door sliding smoothly shut behind Preston. A low hiss then filled the chamber as it was stabilized with the artificial atmosphere inside the Justice Station. Oxygen filled the chamber, and the fake gravity was soon pulling at Grim's weight to keep him grounded. As the last pieces fell into place, Grim gave one more quiet command to the A.I. "Keep it locked."

With the last command, once the airlock had finished its job the doors on either side of the three men didn't budge. However, with the atmosphere once more in place Grim tilted his head towards Preston, deep voice finally able to be heard. "So that's why you're here. And you?" The Gotham Hero nodded to the man seemingly made of radiation before adding on in a deadpan voice, "I'm afraid we're happy with our long distance package."

Just looking at him had warnings heavily coating the visor of her helmet. All the more reason to keep him out of the Justice Station for now.
Running some errands, but I'll have a post up in a couple hours then
@Blackstripe Give me my co-gm already so I can bam Rondo.
My God, man. It's brilliant!
Good posts bois. Just one more?
@Korkoa Did you want to get a response up for Krakenfish, or should I just post for Grim again?
@CaptainSully Looks good, go ahead and move it over!
@Sir Lurksalot he short
January 1st, 10:27 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space


"Operative Grim, it appears we're being attacked." Well, there was a shrieking alarm sounding out. Not to mention the flashing red alert lights, the way her screen had instantly been taken over by various different angles of the speeding projectile and their automative defenses' response.

"...Noted." She was too tired for this.

Surging to her feet with a barely muffled sigh, Zoey scooped up her helmet and quickly affixed it once more to her shoulders, expecting a shaking impact any moment from how the small nova of a thing was racing towards them. Plus the dodging around their own anti-missle defenses, going to a specific place with purpose...

Yet there was no detonation.

Interesting.

"Grim!" The Gotham hero didn't even bother to turn around at the sound of his comrade, instead reaching out to touch a screen hovering before it. Instantly the camera zoomed in, focusing on the ... 'man' hovering outside the Justice Station. A thoughtful hum built up in his throat, deepened to an almost animalistic growl thanks to the voice synthesizer. Finally he turned, taking note of Masquerade behind him, a portal glowing purple at the edges already opened.

With a small noise of thanks Grim stepped through the portal without preamble, Masquerade following behind. They stepped out beside Kraken just in time to see the Lantern appear. Once more another thoughtful hum bubbled in Grim's chest, allowing his teammate to send the message out to the rest of the Justice League.

"Paparazzi will really do anything for a photo these days." He finally commented dryly. Masquerade coughed into his fist and gave Grim a pointed look, the armored hero finally shrugging. "I'll keep comms open so you can listen in. Prepare to grab suits if necessary." Without more warning Grim opened the airlock and stepped in, the door closing behind him immediately. Alfred was already activating the room, oxygen being sucked out and a familiar weightless feeling beginning to take over. On the visor of her eyes a small blinking count appeared as the Iron Fang armor took note of its oxygen levels - plenty, still.

Finally the door being knocked upon opened, and Grim stepped forward. His boots rested on the edge of the airlock, arms crossed as he looked upon these two intruders to his Station. A man of obsidian, and a man of green light.

It made him miss Morgan, a little.

It didn't appear that the 'man' that caused so much chaos had any comms on him, so while Grim may have been able to broadcast to the Green Lantern he couldn't say if the creature would be able to hear in the vacuum of space. With that being said, the hero tilted his wolf-style helmet a bit as he gazed upon the two, clearly waiting.
Yeah I don't know who else is strictly part of the Justice League that wants to get in on the hullabaloo in space before I respond.


I'll post for Grim soon, just having sick naps all day.
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