Should be touched on in the character's individual pages... that I'm working on.
Gowi
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Following? Don't you mean prior statements, or is something really stupid about to go up?
You tell me.
The GM staff does not support the following previous statements, but is too lazy to write a proper summary (and tired).
I also agree that bogging us down is not the way to go— interaction is fun, but it becomes a chore when we are held up for weeks upon weeks at a time which is what this training session has ultimately turned into. We need to say it ended and get back to our respective areas and maybe not worry about a “big bad” quite yet. I think season 2 should happen sooner rather than later as well— we are making more people hesitant on joining or posting because we are at what point we are at.
“I’m not afraid of the police. But you? I might make an... exception. Do you have to go to a specialist store to fit into those pants? That can’t be cheap.”
He nodded to the reply with a slight smirk.
“You’re damn right. It’d be wildly out of character for me to be a coward in any “universe”, big green.”
There were only a small number of people he considered himself personally responsible for— and while there was nothing he could’ve done to stop this “game” from involving himself and his sister it certainly did not stop his big brother complex from kicking in. The other version of himself was right that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her on his watch. But the inter-dimensional villain hadn’t exact lined up a road riddled with bright streetlights to where Speedy was.
Lowering the pressure on his bow much like his counterpart had he decided to get a closer look at his environment; while this was a perversion of his experiences on the island that served as his crucible to becoming the famed emerald archer it was still somewhat familiar. He wasn’t sure if every crashed helicopter, overturned submarine, and underground military base were the same… but the imp wanted to make this a game so he was obviously going to mock them with illusions to what once was. But this wasn’t just a perversion of what he knew— there was another Green Arrow involved, after all. He wondered what exactly went down with their time on the island that he presumed forged him as well. There were many things to gather information from beyond the island having the wrong fauna and flora to a degree.
It would be important if this game was to be won in their favor they would have to understand each other beyond simply noting they liked shooting people with arrows in padded green leather.
“I’m going to guess this place isn’t exactly the island that served as your hell either, right?”
“I'm no longer accepting the things I cannot change, I'm changing the things I cannot accept.”
A N G E L A D A V I S
K I N G M A K E R / M E T A L L O
N E W T R O Y - M E T R O P O L I S - U S A
It seemed that Diana’s arrival in Metropolis had been opportune; a moment that she did not take lightly and most certainly after the events in Kaznia was not one she had the patience to act softly on.
There were not many foes that Diana knew of who could do harm to Superman let alone nearly kill him, but it was clear that this metallic man was one of them. She wondered if Superman would’ve thanked her for acting on her impulses this time or if it would’ve been like before when she used “needless” and “overzealous” force. But as far as she figured it— when you are about to die from an unknown enemy it was better to have someone who acted in such a fashion than allow you to die on the ground like a helpless child.
She frowned, glaring down at this enemy who she had sent with one strike flying down the streets of New Troy with ease. Superman might have been weak to this “green death” but she was not.
Though the precedent of Superman having such a weakness was something she had thought about ever since she entered line of sight of the Man of Steel cringing as he began to collapse in pain as the life was drained from him without any effort. What was this green energy? Who was responsible for it being in this villain’s hands? It was a thing that would make any person feel uncomfortable. Superman was supposed to be powerful like that of a god— he was supposed to be invulnerable. If someone could harvest such an energy that could destroy him… who was to say there were not developments out there to take out others like him; others such as Thor, Captain Marvel, The Flash… and… herself.
Diana felt an unease swell in her throat. It wasn’t the fact people could take them down from their “pedestal”; because Diana didn’t view herself as above anyone. But it was the fact that people were arming themselves to kill people who only wanted to protect them and allowing the evils of fear and hate to manipulate them.
“Save your apologies, it is not Superman’s time to meet his maker.”
As Superman pushed himself up from the ground, she looked back at him— slightly. Whilst Diana was ready to fight— Metropolis was not her city. Respecting a sort of agreement she had made in the past; she would not presume in the domain of another hero. She would’ve expected the same courtesy in Gateway City had Superman decided to enter a fight there, after all.
“Who are we dealing with here?”
There were not many foes that Diana knew of who could do harm to Superman let alone nearly kill him, but it was clear that this metallic man was one of them. She wondered if Superman would’ve thanked her for acting on her impulses this time or if it would’ve been like before when she used “needless” and “overzealous” force. But as far as she figured it— when you are about to die from an unknown enemy it was better to have someone who acted in such a fashion than allow you to die on the ground like a helpless child.
She frowned, glaring down at this enemy who she had sent with one strike flying down the streets of New Troy with ease. Superman might have been weak to this “green death” but she was not.
Though the precedent of Superman having such a weakness was something she had thought about ever since she entered line of sight of the Man of Steel cringing as he began to collapse in pain as the life was drained from him without any effort. What was this green energy? Who was responsible for it being in this villain’s hands? It was a thing that would make any person feel uncomfortable. Superman was supposed to be powerful like that of a god— he was supposed to be invulnerable. If someone could harvest such an energy that could destroy him… who was to say there were not developments out there to take out others like him; others such as Thor, Captain Marvel, The Flash… and… herself.
Diana felt an unease swell in her throat. It wasn’t the fact people could take them down from their “pedestal”; because Diana didn’t view herself as above anyone. But it was the fact that people were arming themselves to kill people who only wanted to protect them and allowing the evils of fear and hate to manipulate them.
“Save your apologies, it is not Superman’s time to meet his maker.”
As Superman pushed himself up from the ground, she looked back at him— slightly. Whilst Diana was ready to fight— Metropolis was not her city. Respecting a sort of agreement she had made in the past; she would not presume in the domain of another hero. She would’ve expected the same courtesy in Gateway City had Superman decided to enter a fight there, after all.
“Who are we dealing with here?”
#Steinistheloneliestnumber
STEIN
HANGARS, NEW ANCHORAGEEVENING
I don’t want you here.
Why?
Stein had done everything correctly to excuse herself from the Mess Hall to escape her emotions like she had done so many times in the past— but unlike in Seattle she wasn’t allowed to get that reprieve. Why couldn’t she have been left alone to handle this by herself? What right did Agatha have pursuing her to the hangars and invading the one place she felt safe? What right did she have lying to her? Stein didn’t plant herself in the cockpit of the Little Dragon to have a conversation with an old washed up pilot trying to regain some semblance of her glory days. The “conversation” may have been seen as harmless by the older woman and perhaps she genuinely cared— but Stein felt persecuted and disrespected by the invasive behavior. Stein was no her daughter. She wasn’t her mother.
The blonde-haired girl gritted her teeth as her anxiety and discomfort overtook her, shaking in her seat.
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I DON’T NEED YOU!
She was not a child who needed to be reassured by a protective mother after something bad happened— and Agatha had no right to do what she did. Stein didn’t have a mother growing up… and she didn’t need a fake one in the present. She flicked the switch to her communication channels, rendering her lines mute— and she screamed at the top of her lungs, tears running down her face as she did so.
GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.
Stein slammed her fists downward into the steel paneling, a loud ‘CRACK’ occurring as she did so— the metal denting slightly as blood from her fingers began to drip down the sheen of silver and gray. Tears dropped onto the floor following the splatter that left her fingers and Stein’s lips whispered a few words in a hush. The comm’s were muted, there was no way to hear her.
“…help me.”
Stein's head dropped into a hanging posture.
I'm not okay.
Carol post as promised. I had to edit it as the post was a mess in my PM box. But I'm feeling good about this one at the moment.
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