Hillan

Titans!

A slap to the face couldn't hurt, either.

Titans!

Jason smirked as Roy asked him if he didn't wanna see how the other two would handle Harlequin. "No. I think I'd rather wait till I'd get to see them face off against the real deal." He let out, his smirk still painting his face. He nodded for behind them. "Lead the way." Jason said, looking around.

"So, how's things, you holding down the fort without my senior boy wonder?" Jason asked Roy, as the two were walking, the former batbrat trying to make conversation.

“Nightwing is around, he’s not on sabbatical or on an intergalactic mission like most of the original members.” Roy shrugged as he walked on, moving out of the simulation room.

“—but yeah, I’ve been told I should be ‘up’ to the task.”

"He's being Dick, is what you're saying, huh?" Jason said, chuckling.

"I see. Yeah. I would imagine you to be. Founding member, and all, and protogé to the second greatest human superhero, quite impressive" Jason said, obviously making a rather friendly jab.

Roy wasn’t sure how to reply of the insinuation of Oliver Queen’s greatness—he had always felt the Emerald Archer to be more self-obsessed than anything but maybe he had changed since he had met him? It was a thought that had been crossing his mind for several months now and he had even spoken with him not too long ago even if the moment was a bit brief.

“Yeah, but he’s not Batman.” He jabbed at the former Robin.

"Exactly. Though, even Bats is mostly just smoke and mirrors. It's us boy-wonders that do the heavy lifting." Jason joked. "Now, where will I get to call my home in this marvelous work of architecture?" He asked, Jason didn't actually care that much about his room. He was more interested in how the tower worked, how it was protected and what defensive capabilities the tower had, since the building certainly wasn't subtle.

“Whatever isn’t already claimed, I guess.” Roy shrugged, “I personally just end up crashing wherever, sometimes away from the Tower. It’s different with most of the founding members off doing other things.”

Roy paused, “I prefer the warehouse we used to operate out of. It was discreet and simple.”

"I see." Jason responded with, when they came to a room that looked empty, he opened up his bag, and got out a sharpie. As he opened the bag, the crimson helm stuck out. He opened the door to the room, and using his foot, he pushed the bag into the room. He then used the sharpie to draw the logo he used on his costume, to mark the room as his own. "Guess I never grew out of painting on the walls.." Jason said, turning back to Roy.

"Pssh, yeah. Tell me about it. This is a homing beacon for bad-guys all over the place. Might just as well put a bullseye on your frontdoor."

Roy shrugged, “Maybe that’s the point—when Me and Nightwing worked with Black Bat recently on a mission, I remember overhearing something she said.”

“Why would a practitioner of stealth dress his wards in bright colors against insane killers? To distract those same killers, to make it easier for him.…” Roy paused as he recalled the comment.

“I’m not sure if it’s true, but this big giant ‘T for Titans’ tower makes me wonder about if it is.”

"Yeah.. I've been told the same thing. Was the reason for the very colourful costumes as Robin. If bad guys were wondering about us wearing pixie-shoes, they weren't worried about shooting their guns." He said, shaking his head.

"I personally prefer to be the guy you don't see coming."

“Well, without your helmet you’d just blend in.” Roy smirked as he shuffled his hands in his pockets. “Working at night is what we were meant to do—we don’t have super-hearing and can break mach five without blinking, we have to be smarter than just punching something in broad daylight.”

Roy paused as he thought about his dark but still very apparently red costume. “Though, I suppose I’m holding on to the crimson shtick out of nostalgia or something. Wearing black would just make me seem like I’m following Malcom Merlyn’s motif.”

"Ha. Yeah, that' for sure. But then again. Where's the fun in not living a little dangerous?" Jason asked Roy, the newer titan smirkng. "You have sentimental value to it, I'd imagine." He said, taking Roy's father into account. " I guess mine's a remnant of the Robin costume." Scoffing as he talked.

"Now, what else is there to see? We have a gym, or is that in the simulation room?"

“If we’re missing anything it’s at the warehouse in Bludhaven, which still works as sort of a safehouse of sorts.” Roy said off-hand as he recounted the Tower’s facilities.

“Iron Fist can probably give you a more in-depth tour, but I mostly stick around the command center and the simulation room. I don’t hit the recreation room or garage generally… I don’t like distractions, but I never had time for them.” He commented with the last sentence showing some discontent for the other titans who wasted time playing video games or lazing about doing nothing. Roy had never thought much of recreation or past-times—he had lived by example, worked, traveled, and did his job as a vigilante. In a way it was likely very comparable to Batman in Jason’s view.

"Aha.. So Iron Fist next, then. Great." Jason began. "Well, I know the feeling. This isn't exactly a hobby. It's a full-time job. 24 hours seven days a week. Crime doesn't take time off, neither should we.. Well, at least that's what I've been taught by Bats. I found during my.. Err.. Sabatical, that unwinding is important. Take time to rest, and what not. But I guess Iron Fist is the guy to talk about meditation and finding inner peace about, huh? Dude's a little bit too zen." Jason said, as he chuckled.

"Think he's smoking pot?"

“I doubt it.” Roy chuckled as he shook his head, “Iron Fist isn’t that bad though, even for a Justice League-sponsored babysitter. Certainly better than the robot we had to deal with last year.”

“I’ll have to get back to you on the ‘take a breather’ thing. I mean your mentor has been doing this for thirteen years or something without looking back to admire to sunrise, right?—Not that I’m comparing myself to the illusive Batman or anything.”

"Yeah... Wasn't that kind of the point of the team? To be independant of the League?" He asked, letting out a light sigh.

"Even the ever so elusive Batman enjoys himself a single-malt scotch and a little time to relax. He just knows to not let his guard down when he is relaxing."

“At first it was to solve a problem when every ‘adult’ disappeared, but then yeah—sort of an independent group of former sidekicks and wards. But then the Justice League sent Red Tornado to supervise us and began building this thing.”

“I hate it.” Roy added as he noted the comment about Batman's indulgences.

"Scotch, or letting your guard down?"

“You proud of yourself for that joke?” Roy commented as he smirked, a little amused.

"A little bit. Can't be known as the angry robin for all my life, you know?.." Jason said. smirking.

“From what I heard, the new Robin is taking that title over anyway.” Roy chuckled.

"Don't even get me started. Jeez Louise. And they say I have anger issues." Jason retorted.

“I hear near-death experiences can be nice wake-up calls.” Roy responded with his smirk still apparent.

"It wasn't near-death." Jason said with a chuckle. " But let's save that for another time."

“Getting bored, already? Yeah, I get that; want to head back?” Roy nodded.

"Bored, with you and your wit? No way! But yeah. Can't let the rookies alone for too long." Jason said with a smirk.

“Let’s go then.”

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Sam drove his car to the bar, "The Prisoner". The name apparently picked by Charles's friend, Erik, whom Sam had yet to get to know. He seemed like a rather reasonable fella, though. He parked the run down ride, seeing that there was already people inside the bar. He chuckled. "Guess I was late to the party, huh." He'd walk towards the doors, checking his face in the mirror, making sure his hair looked alright, and that his clothes looked nice and proper.

He headed inside, to find quite a few people inside. He didn't know anyone of them by name, but some of them he recognized. He greeted everyone, as he smiled. “Soo.. You come here often?” he said, just as if to try and lighten the mood.

”I do, in fact.” A voice came from the stairs in the basement, as the short-haired man in his mid 20's walked up, a smile on his face. He was averagely built, the most notable feature about him was the cane he carried, and the limp in his walk. His name was Charles Xavier, the man that had brought them all here. Behind him, a taller, a bit buffer man followed. “And I'm more or less forced to.” Erik Lesnerr said, scoffing.

“Hello there. I'm Charles Xavier. This is Erik, and I'm sure you all have already met Logan. I'm terribly sorry that I cannot lead this first meeting, but there's certain things that are more pressing. You'll be left in the care of Erik, to brief you on why I've asked each and everyone of you.. Extraordinary people to this place.” Charles explained, his voice was soft and soothing, but a hint of worry in it.

“Logan, I need to speak in private to you about.. something”

Charles nodded for Logan to follow him up the stairs, where the 'office' was.

Erik took a step forward when the other two headed out of the bar-area, looking at each and everyone of them. His eyes were piercing, much harsher than those of Charles. “ Unlike Charles, I can only guess why you all are here. You're here because you think something's.. Off about you. You can't explain why, but you feel like you're different, like you don't belong. Most of your life, you've probably thought you're alone. That there's no one else out there quite like you. You've spent most of your life playing with the thought of there being others like you, but been let down time and time again.” Erik began, he had a slight European accent.

“Well. You're all here today, because you're not alone - “ Erik said, as he snapped his fingers, and the blinders all covered the windows and the door. He took two steps, and flicked the light switch. “- I'm just like you, like all of you.” Erik said, as four coins started to float up into the air, from the bar where they had laid. “ You know what people call you? 'strange', ' weirdo', ' freak', 'monster'
and the like. Do you know what you are? You're something so much more. You're a mutant, and you've been gifted abilities, for better or for worse. They're your gifts, or they're your curse. That's why we called you here. To offer you our help.”

Erik let out a sigh of relief, as he cleared his throat, and looked back up at the mutants younger than himself. the coins he had floating in the air all smoothly fell back to the bar where they had been originally.

He would speak again, his words piercing through the room.

”So will you let us help?”

Titans!

But were you prepared to come?...

How's everyone doing?

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Logan: The trendsetter.

Who would've guessed?

Titans!

Oh hey.

I re-read Yoshi's post. and could you change it to referring to Jason as Robin? Because he just become Red-Hood. He was still Robin when he died.

Titans!

Kal-El said
You do know Spawn had a power up to even get that strong, right?Intangibility isn't OP and Necromancy isn't OP. If so then you might as well ban Super Speed cause people not fast enough will get blitzed out their shoes. Ban Kitty Pryde, The Vision, Superman Family, The Flash Wannabes, and quite a few others. See how that sounds? Also ban Telepathy because protection of the mind is rare and they can just make you brain dead. See where this is going? Its silly to attempt to ban them cause you think they are OP when there are far worst things. Also you are just assuming he can create an army. Are you sure he can make an entire Army? Are you sure of how strong the undead would be?EDIT: I make a whole paragraph, everyone says like three words. Goddamn it.

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Nightrunner said
Same could be said about most superheroes in general. But the thing is that it doesn't really matter how much power a character supposedly has. It's up to the writer to keep the character's actions in check. And I thoroughly believe that Bounce will do just so.

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Anyone, more or less.

One Piece: Seeking Freedom (1x1, Pacifista and Hillan)

Name:
Sancho De Grahm

Epithet:
The Golden Fleece
Age:
24

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Captain

Backstory:
Sancho was born in the Kingdom of Grahmdina on the grand-line . A country build by miners originally many years ago. It's profits came from the rare metal, Grahmdium, named after the island itself. The ore is very sturdy, and rare, making it more precious than gold. Sancho is the cousin of the king. Duke Harold De Grahm is his father, the King Oscar's younger brother. Sancho had a younger sister, Esmeralda. Esmi and Sancho were only two years apart. And they grew up having a very close bond. Sancho was always there to protect his sister, and Esmeralda was always there to patch Sancho up whenever the boy got into trouble. Which was very often.

Sancho was a troublesome kid, and even more so as a young man. He was a party-kid. He drank, slept around and got into fights. He stole from the rich, and kept the money. He even pissed of the guards more than once.

Then one day, Sancho at the age of 21, Esmeralda at the age of 19, decided to go out boating on the sea. Taking the ship Sancho himself had built for it's maiden voyage. Sancho had been partying hard the day before, and as such, his mind wasn't exactly in the right place. The siblings got caught into a storm. The storm tore the ship apart, and separated the two. Sancho dove into the water after his sister, but once he hit the water, he felt powerless.. He had been conned into eating a exotic fruit on a bet the night before, and it had taken away his abilities as a superb-swimmer. Sancho passed out, the last thing he saw was his sister grasping for his hand. Sancho woke up several hours later, holding onto a part of what had been the railing of the ship. He was found by fishers in another few hours, and they took him back home. Sancho knew his sister was out there. She couldn't be dead. There was just no way.

Sancho quit drinking, partying and all the things he had previously called fun. He spent some time in crippling depression, until he got over the panic, and he sought out the captain of the guard. The guard taught Sancho how to handle a gun, a sword and how to sail. He also helped Sancho figure out just what kind of abilities the fruit had given him. Sancho learned he was a Battery human now. He healed faster than he had before. And he felt.. More powerful.

Sancho set off to find his sister, leaving the life of nobility behind. And over the years of travel, Sancho's view of the world changed. His dream was no longer just to find his sister. He wanted to change the world. To make it better. Pirates were bad, but the marines were just as corrupt. There needed to be a better law in the world.. A law that.. he himself controlled. Sancho decided to become the pirate king, after he would find his sister. As if he'd be the pirate king, he could make every other pirate follow his rule, and together, the pirates of the world would take down the world government, and rebuild the law of the world, under Sancho's rule.

Ambition:
To find his lost sister.
Create a new global Law-Force and with it make peace in the world.

Fighting Style
Sancho doesn't exactly fight fair. He uses swords, pistols and just about anything he can find to get the upper hand. His fighting style revolves around agility and finesse. Sancho's physical strength is weaker than many others, but his speed, agility and dexterity makes up for all of that. He uses his Devil Fruit to compensate for his lack of strength, as whenever he has to hit harder than he could ususally, he 'discharges' his powers, into powerful hits. His fruit also makes his endurance greater.
Despite the finesse and dexterity in his fighting, Sancho doesn't actually know how to fight. Sure, he knows a thing or two about anatomy, but he's never received any sort of training.

Notable Equipment

Devil fruit:
The Battery Battery fruit has been consumed by Sancho, making him a battery-human. He's able to absorb energy and store it. Be it heat, light or power. His prefered substance to charge himself with is sunlight, as it's the most efficent thing to charge himself with. He can use the energy he's charged for a variety of uses. Ranging from healing wounds, both his own and others, healing the wounds of others takes more energy. The power is also allowing him to 'super-charge' his attacks.

Skills
Sancho is a pretty decent shipwright and carpenter, for a nobleman, that is.
He's a decent talker, having pretty great understanding for diplomatic actions.
He's very intelligent.
He's a natural leader.