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This sent me down a rabbit hole and I'm not afraid to admit it.
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I wouldn't worry about that too much in the context of the event, as long as it isn't totally taking over everything or moving it in a direction that doesn't make sense I should think that interacting with anyone is fair game.
I think Bounce said earlier this may event may be resolved after another round or two of posting, so I was more looking to regroup as a whole with everyone and work towards the finale, whatever that may be, but yes definitely get involved if you'd like!
Yes, I'm toward a goal of 2 more rounds I think.
That will take us to 4 RL weeks of story, and I think that's a good starting off point for an event like this.
Open to any feedback. I'll ask again when the event concludes, but if anyone has any now on how things are going since that means we're at the half point, feel free.
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I've made my position crystal clear. Should the GMs feel they need to intervene, I welcome them to veto me. But should Thor intervene with my plots uninvited, my plots will retaliate in force.
I never suggested anything contrary to this, nor did I suggest that the GMs would intervene or "veto" anything.
I merely suggested taking this conversation where it belongs, which is not the OOC thread.
I hope that is also crystal clear.
@King Kindred@Lord Wraith
In any group dynamic, disagreements and differences of perspective are inevitable. As much as I appreciate the discourse, there comes a point where it starts to become unproductive.
If there needs to be further discussion of this, I think that would be better done privately, either with or without one or both of the GMs.
In any group dynamic, disagreements and differences of perspective are inevitable. As much as I appreciate the discourse, there comes a point where it starts to become unproductive.
If there needs to be further discussion of this, I think that would be better done privately, either with or without one or both of the GMs.
@Bounce, there is one thing.
Did you miss Shazam's last post where he's trying to find a diplomatic answer to the Fire Trolls?
No, but given that Matt's post ended with him flying off (I think toward where the group is), I didn't have a good way of addressing Shazam directly. And, recall, he knocked the troll he was talking with unconscious.
I think we could resolve this in several ways in another round or two of posting, so not to drag the event on too long.
A Q U A L A D
A Q U A L A D
A Q U A L A D
INFERNO EVENT (part II)
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BROOKLYN
NEW YORK CITY
The elevated train shook as the pylons and supports holding the track aloft began to buckle.
The lights went out throughout the train, screams echoing as the massive creature bore down on the car.
Desist in this attack, vile foes of fire!
Simultaneously, Arthur and Garth both clapped their hands to their heads, as if they’d just had someone shouting next to their ear.
The green figure flew into view, prompting more screams from several passengers – Atlanteans and Half-Atlanteans included.
“What is that?” Garth asked, unable to take his eyes off the green-skinned figure hovering in the air.
Desperate for an escape, Arthur’s eyes had already been looking at everything that was away from the floating green goblin. Which was when he saw even more fire coming their way.
Tugging on Garth’s sleeve, the tow-headed boy pointed as he said, “Bruh, I’m more worried about THAT!”
Then a blast of... something flew from out of the incoming comet, connecting with the fire troll that had stopped the train and sending it staggering backward. It was more pyrotechnics than the Fourth of July, and the people on the train were way, way too close to the action for comfort.
Sparks and embers rained down over the train, Tom trying to do his best to huddle with the boys as they screamed again. “It’s okay, I think..." the man trailed off, coming up with a lack of how to even refer to the green-floating-demon-thing.
“Green Goblin?” Arthur supplied, almost without even missing a beat.
Seemed a bit dark, but yeah. That actually was a pretty apt take. “Yeah, and..."
“Flaming Hair Bro?”
“I think Green Goblin and Flaming Hair Bro are on our side,” Tom managed finally, now that Arthur had helped with the nicknames.
A third figure had joined Green Goblin and Flaming Hair Bro, as more of the fire trolls were popping up. Smoke was rising on either side of the train windows, hinting to a situation that was taking place at different parts of the city.
“I hope,” the man amended, still eyeing the trio of heroic interlopers with some skepticism.
As the combined forces of Martian Manhunter, Firestorm, and Thor had sent the first fire troll reeling, a new threat emerged from beneath the train.
The supports buckled, the pylons shattering as the ground succumbed to liquefaction just before a demon-like troll began to emerge. The window near the boys shattered as the train warped, twisting and bending as metal screeched in protest of the forces now pulling at it.
The track fell out from beneath the train, the floor dropping out from under Tom and the boys and planting them up against the ceiling as they went into freefall.
Llafwols!
The Manhunter would have heard that, as clearly as the boys had heard him, even if he might not recognize the practice of casting spells by speaking backward. Garth’s telepathic spell spreading quickly across the train and its passengers, dropping them back to their feet as the train’s fall to the ground below was like a feather slowly drifting downward.
Which, was where a demonic-looking magma golem just happened to be waiting for them.
Tom Curry drew in a deep breath. Wondering if he could wait in hopes of a hero to save them, but worried they already had the means to save themselves.
Even if it was an option he didn’t like. “I don’t know what he’s doing, but I think we’re gonna need a clear spot to land,” the man said, looking down at his son.
Arthur looked at his dad, then looked at the claws reaching up toward them.
“Ohfuckno,” the boy uttered, trying, unsuccessfully, to pull away from the creature that was getting closer.
And closer.
And closer.
A tear slipped down the boy’s face, the fear catching his breath in his throat as he looked down into the blazing eyes of the fire troll.
And then looked up at his dad.
And the people on the train.
There were fire trolls popping up, keeping other heroes distracted. But Arthur wasn’t a hero. He was just scared out of his mind.
“Garth, let me go!” the tow-headed boy snapped, looking at the black-haired kid whose eyes were currently distant and glowing even more intensely than usual.
Arthur smacked down against the edge of the shattered window the next instant, finding himself free from the spell. Drawing in a deep breath, the boy held it for a minute.
Then leapt out of the window, free falling down straight toward the hulking creature. He curled his body in mid-air, arm reared back as he prepared to hit it with everything he had.
The boy’s fist connected with the troll’s head.
The force of the impact was like a bomb going off, windows blown out from the concussive force as the massive troll went down and back, bouncing off the pavement like a skipping stone as it flew down the street for more than a block before slamming into the side of a building.
Tumbling with something less than grace through the air, a squealing Arthur hit hard on the top of a Cybertruck. Alarms and horns sounding as the boy bounced off the metal frame and rolled onto the street.
He was clutching his hand as he came up to his feet, the skin already red and blistering from the burn.
The disjoined, shattered train drifted down onto the street, Garth raising one hand as his mind could be heard to shout, Hsiugnitxe!
A pulse seemed to cut through the air, extinguishing fires throughout the street in all directions around the train wreckage.
And then the black-haired Atlantean slumped forward, Tom catching him before the now unconscious boy-king could fall.
“I think we need to get him into the water, soon,” Tom warned, calling to Arthur.
For his part, the tow-headed boy was slowly turning around, trying to take stock of where the threats were now.
Also, was that a dude with a flaming skull?
He was totally having nightmares about this later.
“Wait,” Arthur uttered, as though something just clicked in his mind.
“These guys came from the water..."
The lights went out throughout the train, screams echoing as the massive creature bore down on the car.
Desist in this attack, vile foes of fire!
Simultaneously, Arthur and Garth both clapped their hands to their heads, as if they’d just had someone shouting next to their ear.
The green figure flew into view, prompting more screams from several passengers – Atlanteans and Half-Atlanteans included.
“What is that?” Garth asked, unable to take his eyes off the green-skinned figure hovering in the air.
Desperate for an escape, Arthur’s eyes had already been looking at everything that was away from the floating green goblin. Which was when he saw even more fire coming their way.
Tugging on Garth’s sleeve, the tow-headed boy pointed as he said, “Bruh, I’m more worried about THAT!”
Then a blast of... something flew from out of the incoming comet, connecting with the fire troll that had stopped the train and sending it staggering backward. It was more pyrotechnics than the Fourth of July, and the people on the train were way, way too close to the action for comfort.
Sparks and embers rained down over the train, Tom trying to do his best to huddle with the boys as they screamed again. “It’s okay, I think..." the man trailed off, coming up with a lack of how to even refer to the green-floating-demon-thing.
“Green Goblin?” Arthur supplied, almost without even missing a beat.
Seemed a bit dark, but yeah. That actually was a pretty apt take. “Yeah, and..."
“Flaming Hair Bro?”
“I think Green Goblin and Flaming Hair Bro are on our side,” Tom managed finally, now that Arthur had helped with the nicknames.
A third figure had joined Green Goblin and Flaming Hair Bro, as more of the fire trolls were popping up. Smoke was rising on either side of the train windows, hinting to a situation that was taking place at different parts of the city.
“I hope,” the man amended, still eyeing the trio of heroic interlopers with some skepticism.
As the combined forces of Martian Manhunter, Firestorm, and Thor had sent the first fire troll reeling, a new threat emerged from beneath the train.
The supports buckled, the pylons shattering as the ground succumbed to liquefaction just before a demon-like troll began to emerge. The window near the boys shattered as the train warped, twisting and bending as metal screeched in protest of the forces now pulling at it.
The track fell out from beneath the train, the floor dropping out from under Tom and the boys and planting them up against the ceiling as they went into freefall.
Llafwols!
The Manhunter would have heard that, as clearly as the boys had heard him, even if he might not recognize the practice of casting spells by speaking backward. Garth’s telepathic spell spreading quickly across the train and its passengers, dropping them back to their feet as the train’s fall to the ground below was like a feather slowly drifting downward.
Which, was where a demonic-looking magma golem just happened to be waiting for them.
Tom Curry drew in a deep breath. Wondering if he could wait in hopes of a hero to save them, but worried they already had the means to save themselves.
Even if it was an option he didn’t like. “I don’t know what he’s doing, but I think we’re gonna need a clear spot to land,” the man said, looking down at his son.
Arthur looked at his dad, then looked at the claws reaching up toward them.
“Ohfuckno,” the boy uttered, trying, unsuccessfully, to pull away from the creature that was getting closer.
And closer.
And closer.
A tear slipped down the boy’s face, the fear catching his breath in his throat as he looked down into the blazing eyes of the fire troll.
And then looked up at his dad.
And the people on the train.
There were fire trolls popping up, keeping other heroes distracted. But Arthur wasn’t a hero. He was just scared out of his mind.
“Garth, let me go!” the tow-headed boy snapped, looking at the black-haired kid whose eyes were currently distant and glowing even more intensely than usual.
Arthur smacked down against the edge of the shattered window the next instant, finding himself free from the spell. Drawing in a deep breath, the boy held it for a minute.
Then leapt out of the window, free falling down straight toward the hulking creature. He curled his body in mid-air, arm reared back as he prepared to hit it with everything he had.
"GET SENDY!"
The boy’s fist connected with the troll’s head.
The force of the impact was like a bomb going off, windows blown out from the concussive force as the massive troll went down and back, bouncing off the pavement like a skipping stone as it flew down the street for more than a block before slamming into the side of a building.
Tumbling with something less than grace through the air, a squealing Arthur hit hard on the top of a Cybertruck. Alarms and horns sounding as the boy bounced off the metal frame and rolled onto the street.
He was clutching his hand as he came up to his feet, the skin already red and blistering from the burn.
The disjoined, shattered train drifted down onto the street, Garth raising one hand as his mind could be heard to shout, Hsiugnitxe!
A pulse seemed to cut through the air, extinguishing fires throughout the street in all directions around the train wreckage.
And then the black-haired Atlantean slumped forward, Tom catching him before the now unconscious boy-king could fall.
“I think we need to get him into the water, soon,” Tom warned, calling to Arthur.
For his part, the tow-headed boy was slowly turning around, trying to take stock of where the threats were now.
Also, was that a dude with a flaming skull?
He was totally having nightmares about this later.
“Wait,” Arthur uttered, as though something just clicked in his mind.
“These guys came from the water..."
I think everyone has their own preferences.
Good communication is key to these things. Some people want more spontaneity, some people want more structured interactions. So long as we're communicating the desire and the expectation as we go, we should be able to make it work.
Good communication is key to these things. Some people want more spontaneity, some people want more structured interactions. So long as we're communicating the desire and the expectation as we go, we should be able to make it work.
My new goal is to form the Justice League Dark before the Justice League, thereby making that the Justice League by default and the actual Justice League will therefore need to be called 'Justice League Who Don't Want To Kill Themselves', or 'Justice League Light' for PR purposes.
I think the focus groups were more keen on "Justice League Zero Sugar" rather than Justice League Light.
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Let's not rush things when there isn't even a damn Avengers or Justice League, okay?
All right, but that means you need to drag that Robinson Park scene out for at least another 4-6 months to give that time to come together.
Or the Squirrel Girl app.
I feel like Squirrel Girl beats the Justice League, Avengers, Titans, and still has room for Joker and Harley Quinn.
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Best I can give you is a Nova and a Blue Beetle.
I got a Ghost Rider put into the Teen Titan hat
This feels like the start to a either a Robert Rodriguez or Quentin Tarentino film.
Sam, Jaime, and Robbie walk into a park. Bonus points if its Dia de los Muertos.
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