GreenGrenade

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

ANDY

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31st October, 2025

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Andy was thankful that the ARC session ended when it had. The subsequent panic of some alien crashing onto campus was enough to distract him from confronting Aiden about what he’d done. After he felt that he was sufficiently filled in on what had happened by the eager-to-gossip student body, Andy had given deep thought as to what had transpired, and came to the conclusion that, given the circumstances, Aiden had only done what was expected of him, however sociopathic it was. So, with little hesitation, Andy pushed it out of his mind, glad to be done with a moral battle that would otherwise force him to take things seriously.

He was giddy with excitement as he woke up to the wonderful morning of Halloween. It was never much of a thing to celebrate with his family in Australia, and so he resolved to make up for it at Corrigan; this year’s costume was going to put everyone else's to shame. He was going to win ‘Best Halloween Costume’ in the yearbook for sure.

Donning his all-leather outfit, he pulled a skull mask over his head, adjusting its position so the eyeholes would align. With all of the tangible parts of his costume in place, he flared fire around his head, making sure to keep it at room temperature. Sure, it defied logic, but from his experience, in a world where you couldn’t turn right without running into a superhero, pretty much everything did. He also liked to think that logic knew better than to mess with his powers, because they were his and his alone to tell what to do.

Grabbing a chain he’d nicked from the bike racks outside the dorms, he exited his room, making his way to the holy goodness that was breakfast.

With a pile of waffles stacked high on his tray, he began to browse the mess hall for any costumes that matched his. Satisfied that there weren’t, he spotted Mari waving him over, probably recognising him from the fire blazing around his head. That, and he’d made sure to repeatedly tell her and Freddy that he was going as Ghost Rider on the days leading up to Halloween.

Grinning beneath his skull mask, he began to stride towards the half-Tamaranean, only to stop himself once he saw who else was approaching her: S’tann. His grin widening from ear to ear, he continued on his way to the table. Man, I knew that it was gonna be a good day, but this is too much.

For a brief moment he considered sitting opposite S’tann, next to Mari, but after giving it the briefest of thoughts, he decided against it. He wanted to sit next to his favourite Martian, and he was sure that the feeling was reciprocated.

So, standing behind S’tann, he waited for the guy to finish talking, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the topic of conversation. Of course he was still going on about the ARC session. Of course. Allowing the insult he not-so-subtly threw at Mari to fly over his head, Andy set his food tray down next to S’tann’s, exclaiming, “Stan, my man!” as he sat a mere foot away from him. “Glad to see you joined the cool kids,” he continued, pausing to place a hand on the alien’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you, buddy.”

Beneath his mask, his grin only continued to widen. Today was going to be one for the history books. He felt it.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary (An Original Superhuman RP)

Fiiiine.

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

Still here, bro.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

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08:34 AM
Suicide Slums, Metropolis

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“He misses you,” said Connor Hawke, his voice a little garbled through the speaker; the reception was terrible in her apartment. This was the first time Mia was speaking to him since she left Star City. It was good to hear his voice again. Where Oliver’s surged with confidence and panache, his was gentle, soothing; just what she needed this morning. Even in daylight, the Slums maintained their vice-like grip on her. She could feel despair and doubt closing in on her, even in these early hours, the notion that she wasn’t up for the task she’d given herself gnawing at her mind. She needed an escape into easier times. Who better to give her one than Connor?

“I know,” she said. She was lying on her bed amid a tangle of bedsheets, head resting on her pillow.

“He’s worried about you.”

She hesitated. It hurt to be reminded that she’d willingly left people that so obviously care about her. “He shouldn’t be.”

“You know my dad. You’re like a daughter to him.”

“Yeah. I guess I am. Tell Ollie I’m doing fine.”

“Are you?”

“…yeah. I’m getting there.”

“How’s the city?”

“Suffocating. It’s… it’s like all the hope Superman brought to it died with him. Connor, it’s horrible. I’ve only been here a week, but… I’m not sure there’s anything I can do. Not by myself.”

“Don’t say that. You can do this, Mia. You’re as much of a hero as me or my dad. You don’t need our help.”

“I ran into some guys last night. They were hurting this girl… then they laughed at me because I was ‘Green Arrow’s sidekick.’”

“…”

“…”

“How bad did you hurt them?”

“I broke their jaws.”

“That’s not that ba – ”

“And shot arrows at their feet.”

“Dad’s done worse – ”

“Connor, they were explosive arrows.”

“…What?”

“It was a small payload.”

“…”

“…”

“…I won’t tell dad.”

“Thank you.”

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John King could see the whole of Southside from up here. The tallest building in the Slums, it looked over everything; the pubs, the nightclubs; the brothels and whorehouses; the crumbling homes, the abandoned warehouses; he could see everything and everyone, criminal and innocent, as they went about their lives, roaming these degraded streets without reason or purpose. This building was his castle, and he was its king – and soon, the Slums would be his kingdom.

He was sitting on a chair. A comfortable chair. Black, with leather upholstery, as cushioned as they come. He liked it. And, like the many things he liked, he’d fought for it tooth and nail. It was positioned behind a desk – mahogany – in a large room on the top floor of his castle, his view presented by a large, panoramic window.

“Sir?” asked his bodyguard, one of many, from the entrance to the room, cautious with fear. As he should be.

“What is it?” King intoned, not turning from the window.

“You, ah, you wanted updates on any cape activity in the Slums – ”

“Get on with it.”

“The, ah, the Green Arrow’s sidekick – the girl one – Speedy. She was spotted last night. Put three would-be muggers in hospital. She was, ah, seen doing similar things during the week beforehand. You want us to, ah, do anything about it, sir?”

King frowned. The Green Arrow’s sidekick? What was she doing in Metropolis? “No. Not yet,” he said. “I want to see what she’s capable of.”

His mission was a tough one. To mold the Slums into what he knew they could be, he would not tolerate any opposition. And if this ‘Speedy’ proved to be a problem… if she so much as took a whiff of his plans… then he would get rid of her.

Permanently.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Sam. Sam, I missed you.
_{Never leave.}

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

So it's a really short post, but I wasn't really sure what else Andy could've done besides react. So, yeah.

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

ANDY

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Everything was fun and games. Heating up Rick’s shoes, tagging along as they underwent their task, watching as S’tann flew in as a freaking epic dragon, his group in tow; Andy did it all in good spirits. But then came the broadcast, and everything went red.

Aiden and his hostage appeared on the screens as he looked towards the camera.

"This is your last warning. Back off now or the lives of these men and women are on your heads." With his final words, Aiden turned his head away from the camera as a brilliant vermillion beam ejected from his eyes, the man screaming in horrified pain as the command centre was filled with the smell of burning flesh. Falling to the ground, the hostage whimpered like a kicked dog as he held his cauterized stump against his chest.

"Get out now." Aiden snarled before shutting off the broadcast.

Andy couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was his teammate, attending the same school that he was – a school for heroes – willingly torturing an innocent to get a point across. All logic and reason left Andy’s mind as he felt himself heat up, an orange glow illuminating the veins beneath his skin, a low growl escaping his throat. “Is he out of his MIND?!” he roared. What the hell was Aiden thinking? That was an innocent. An innocent.

Andy felt the heat coursing through him, scorching, and angry; eyes widening, he realised that not only had he increased his body temperature in his outrage, but that he’d also unconsciously summoned flames into his hands. Taking a deep breath, Andy forced himself to calm down. The mission came first.

He would give a piece of his mind later.

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

Why will characters in the SS get worked up over frying the limb of someone who doesn't actually exist? Let's not forget our original plan was to blow these suckers up.

@Tyler

'Cos Andy's a sentimental little darlin'. As his CS says: he's naive. Overemotional. You'll see.

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

On that note, I don't think Andy's going to be very happy with what Aiden just did. I'll get a post up soon-ish.

Yay for team drama.

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

So, I said I was going to post, but I'm a little lost on what's going on at the moment (and what Andy could even do, other than react). I think I might wait til @Lord Wraith moves things along, but if that isn't an option, I'll grind something out.