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2 yrs ago
Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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2 yrs ago
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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2 yrs ago
Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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Virdeus




Everyone were in their positions, ready to deploy onto the mission - except in the last second, Johnny raised his hand up into the air and held his hand in front of his mouth, before running away from the scene. Apparently, the fish tacos he had had for dinner last night weren't sitting right with him. Julian whistled, loudly.

"Buddy, when you're done putting your insides on the outside, you can fly and meet us!" The ginger-leader of the Renegades yelled, before turning his focus back to the crew of young heroes. None of them seemed all too excited. Though, some of them had this steely eyed look. One that filled Julian himself with confidence. He pulled up his phone and the entire system of the teleporter began whirring.

"Mr. Rune, hit it." He commanded from his partner on this project, as the Irishman stomped his foot, all of the runes lit up and in a moment, every single person were swallowed up by a purple hole and dropped into their designated areas. Julian, in the bank. Quickly, he looked at his teammates. They were all there - none of them fused together or stuck inside of a wall or anything.

"Holy shit! Conor! It worked!" he exclaimed, lacking his usual composure.



The bank was quiet, if not for the banging noise heard from down the stairs, a floor under the newly-teleported Renegades.
Julian pulled out his phone and tapped his glasses, they began lighting up as he used the phone to see electrical currents in the building and could therefor figure out where the Vault was as well as any security systems. The power was cut off. Fantastic. His glasses would track the heat signatures. Four men standing up, with unusually high body temperatures - 45 degrees Celsius.

"There's four of them. All stuck together." As well as a fifth one, sitting on the floor next to some cold structure, probably the captured Booster Gold. He was alive, but his breathing was slow. Julian walked to one of the panels on the wall, it lead into the electrical main of the building. He plugged his phone and and managed to bring the security camera back to life, showing the image on his phone. His glasses would analyze the scene.

"They've put the money on carts... 9 and a half million dollars. Guys. Maybe we won't have to fight. I'll just walk up to them and pay them double that to go away. And I'll track the wire and sick the League on them at a later time." Julian formulated his plan, looking over at them with a smirk. Had he already managed to win this one? He continued looking, only to realize there was a second object of these burgulars desire. His glasess read "S.T.A.R PROTOTYPE; Estimated Value 406M USD"

Optimism, gone.
"... Okay, so maybe we do have to fight after all."

Compassion
I've spent the night consuming Grown-Up Juice so post is delayed for another 12 hours.

Hang on folks <3
A quick Dandypost to keep things a-movin'.

This is generally what Dandy had to say to you all:



"Who's a good little fleshmonster. Yes you are, you are a good little fleshmonster."

Is the roster still closed then?


For now.
I'll just hang on for the action to start I reckon and jump back in.

Feeling very attacked by this mind, @Hillan

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YES. WE ARE.



OH NO I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE.

JULIAN'S THE WORST.
So, I think I will, unfortunately, have to bow out. I do apologize if this inconveniences anyone. If it makes things easier, I can write an exit post for JD no problem. I'm just not sure I have it in me to fulfill my end of the commitment anymore, especially not with how my mental health is keeping me from posting when I'd like to.


Take care, man. I'll write an exit for you so you don't have to deal with the stress of it all. Look out for yourself buddy.

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Before their next mission, Hana discovers that all the windows weirdly have magnetized locks on them. Huh?

Littles does Julian know, she paused to find out where the heck she was headed and was consistently turned around by her GPS telling her to turn left at a coffee shop... only for there to be coffee shops at every corner.


"Hey, Hana, uh. How aren't you here yet?"

I realized I needed a day to discuss the actual scenes with @Sep for the mission. So if you want, have people react to the teams. Or the tech. Or Julian's goofy ass. Or DandyDog. And we'll /actually/ move the plot along tomorrow.
Virdeus




He shoved Vincent, playfully. Guy was being a dick. But maybe that kind of swift, metaphorical kick in the ribs was exactly what Julian needed. He was their leader, he couldn't let his own fear get in the way. He had to motivate these young heroes. He had to guide and lead them. He had to move them like chess pieces on a boar-

Hana blasted out of the window as Julian turned around, stuck in thought. He let out a shout after the green-lantern, throwing his hand out as if he would be able to catch her - not with the 10 karat weight on his finger. A hand that was now also the home to the small paper dinosaur thanks to Hayden.

"Hana!" He shouted, but she was already gone. He mouthed 'fuck' under his breath, before he assured everyone else that it would be fine anyway, even if Julian himself was a lot more worried than he wanted to let on. He quickly moved to his quarters, where all he picked up was a pair of fine leather gloves and a black leather briefcase with titanium hinges and some kind of biometrical lock on the front. He moved to the workshop where Conor had already begun introductions of their little project. But Julian would take tone and explain properly - he couldn't have his Renegades think this was just magic mumbo-jumbo, there was real science and elbow grease in this project.

He made sure Cece wasn't recording any of this - he didn't have the patent figured out just yet. And it was pretty bad if anyone of their soon-to-be enemies would get the brilliant idea to copy this.

Conor explained the tracking system, how they all had their chosen places to be brought back to, to avoid uh, 'particle fusion', Julian dubbed it. Which would be a lot less cool than it sounded. The tests on organic matter Julian had done weren't exactly pleasant. But, hey, if the Justice League could put teleportation tubes in just about every city in the world, there was no reason Julian couldn't build it here.

"This utilizes Kent Nelson JR's thesis on Magitech, his decertation explains in great detail how magic could - or might, interfere with Magic. Something tells me that the grandson of Doctor Fate would be something of an authority on the matter- especially after he donned the gold-bucket himself a couple of times."

"But, as I care about the well being of you guys, and myself. Yeah, even you, Vinny. I didn't just stop there by reading the Lord of Order's ideas on Magitech. I also studied Adam Strange and Ray Palmer's Zeta Beam theory. Even took a field trip to the Hall of Justice to do some scans. Swanky stuff, really. Really exciting." Julian continued.
"You've all been gifted with a tracking chip, Vincent was first, and I didn't just mark him like a stray dog for fun. No offense, Dandelion... But rather because it presented me with the unique opportunity to see how the Lexcorp and Wayne Industries satellites I've 'borrowed' would do with tracking someone who can walk out a door in one end of the building and wind up four blocks over, stepping out of a bathtub."

"Long story short. This is some really advanced teleportation. With pinpoint accuracy, frankly, it surpasses the League's own capabilities." He caught himself, in overexplaining something that frankly, most of his cohorts probably didn't give a damn about. All of that Luthor-brand bravado he had just worked up collapsed on it's own shaky legs as Julian blushed a little upon realizing he was going 'full Julian' as Conor and Vincent both had said on multiple accounts.

"The team that goes to the bank's gonna be hot. They have disabled the security cameras, so we are now blind. They are strong, and dangerous. I've sent out a beacon to the League, so if we end up being outgunned, we're playing keep away till someone wearing a big blue and red S can arrive for backup."

Speaking off, he blipped his phone. "Conor, Redmond, Eilid, Charity, Vincent... And Dandelion.". He couldn't let Dandelion out into the public in case they had to change forms, the bank was far more restricted from prying eyes. Besides, he was curious to see what the alien could do. He pointed at them all one by one, as the designation they stood on slightly vibrated, he himself walked up to his own, the rune glowing under the weight of his foot. "You're with me. We're Alpha squad. We are going into the bank. Securing Booster Gold and any of the other hostages is what's important. The money's insured."

"Gabriella, Hayden, Varo, Kevin, Jonathan and Roy, you're Beta squad. You're saving the hostages at the Police Department. Preservation of life is priority number one. Fighting is secondary. When you clean it up, you come and help us at the bank." He made sure everyone present understood their mission. He sure wished Hana hadn't gone off on her own.
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