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I mean that one too, for some reason on my first read through I associated that with Count Vertigo.
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I mean that one too, for some reason on my first read through I associated that with Count Vertigo.
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When there's no more room in hell, and what not.
Kudos on the 33.1 Reference. I applaud you.
A post from @Hillan? Someone check Hell, I have a hunch it froze over.
@Lord Wraith Zero didn't rescind the offer. In fact he told her exactly where she could get help: Grant's gym. Granted, he wasn't able to actually take her there himself, but still, you make it sound like he just lol'ed and said "Fooooooooled yoooooooou!"
Edit: Gym is also in Midtown, which is conveniently the direction he headed in (since STAR Labs is also in Midtown) so they could, like, I dunno, follow him? He leaves a pretty obvious trail of ice behind him so it probably wouldn't be that difficult.
Edit 2: Also, Zero gets nothing but a single sentence from Spoiler and absolutely nothing at all from Tyrus? *sighs*
I must have missed that in the post. But to my understanding Zero had left before Tyrus arrives.
EDIT: Added a line asking Tyrus to take Spoiler to Grant's Gym.
Guys, I have good vision but even I have my limitations....
And I like your reasoning, but how would she find out about where Nightwing is going?
She could have been at the Watchtower when they were sent out. I just didn't type that part up because it felt like I would only be rehashing all the stuff with Snapper Carr.
Would you stop subbing things so damn small. I'm straining my eyes reading them!
Just hit 'View Raw'.
G O T H A M C I T Y - D E V I L ' S S Q U A R E
Well that was odd.
Spoiler was almost flabbergasted as another vigilante arrived on the rooftop by way of ice, offered her aid and then immediately took off before she had a chance to accept or deny. If the thought truly was all that counted, the guy got a flippin' 'A' in good intentions but an 'F' in carry through.
"That's cool, didn't really need your help anyways." Spoiler muttered to herself as she moved to stand up.
“Uh… Hey man.” Another voice came from behind her as the other vigilante from Devil's Square appeared beside her. “Was it just me, or was that back there totally weird? Like, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t normal. Even for Gotham’s standards. Anyway, I’m Robin. Although you probably know that, considering the uniform, and uh… the big ‘R’ on my belt.” If Steph hadn't been in so much pain, it would almost have been cute how the boy was rambling on. Although, having met Batman, Steph had a pretty strong hunch that a guy who got his wardrobe from the nineties wasn't actually Robin. Tuning back in to the boy, she heard him pose a question regarding her father.
“What’s the deal with those pricks down there anyway? Heard some commotion about the Riddler and some lame-ass sounding Cluemaster and...” And then suddenly he trailed off. Following his gaze, Steph realized he had noticed her wound. Robin's body language suddenly changed as he nervously ran his hand through his hair obviously mulling over the best solution. Yet even still his mouth spat out the worst one.
“We… we have to get you to a hospital or something!” His voice was strained, obviously more panicked about the wound than Steph herself.
“Can I help? Can you walk?” He asked reaching forward only for the Spoiler to push him back.
"No hospitals..." She grunted. "That's where my Mo-" Steph paused realizing in horror that a slip up like that could lead to her identity being revealed. "No hospitals." She reiterated trying to cover up her stumble. Standing up of her own free will, she stumbled slightly before taking a couple of clumsy steps forward before regaining her bearings. "I can walk, it was only a graze, just tired." She tried to reassure Robin. "I only need to clean up and get something to eat." Reaching into her utility belt, Steph pulled out a roll of gauze and began to wrap it tightly around her arm.
"Er.. on second thought, maybe I could use some help with this?" She said looking up at Robin. "Can you take me to Grant's Gym? I think the help I need is there."
Spoiler was almost flabbergasted as another vigilante arrived on the rooftop by way of ice, offered her aid and then immediately took off before she had a chance to accept or deny. If the thought truly was all that counted, the guy got a flippin' 'A' in good intentions but an 'F' in carry through.
"That's cool, didn't really need your help anyways." Spoiler muttered to herself as she moved to stand up.
“Uh… Hey man.” Another voice came from behind her as the other vigilante from Devil's Square appeared beside her. “Was it just me, or was that back there totally weird? Like, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t normal. Even for Gotham’s standards. Anyway, I’m Robin. Although you probably know that, considering the uniform, and uh… the big ‘R’ on my belt.” If Steph hadn't been in so much pain, it would almost have been cute how the boy was rambling on. Although, having met Batman, Steph had a pretty strong hunch that a guy who got his wardrobe from the nineties wasn't actually Robin. Tuning back in to the boy, she heard him pose a question regarding her father.
“What’s the deal with those pricks down there anyway? Heard some commotion about the Riddler and some lame-ass sounding Cluemaster and...” And then suddenly he trailed off. Following his gaze, Steph realized he had noticed her wound. Robin's body language suddenly changed as he nervously ran his hand through his hair obviously mulling over the best solution. Yet even still his mouth spat out the worst one.
“We… we have to get you to a hospital or something!” His voice was strained, obviously more panicked about the wound than Steph herself.
“Can I help? Can you walk?” He asked reaching forward only for the Spoiler to push him back.
"No hospitals..." She grunted. "That's where my Mo-" Steph paused realizing in horror that a slip up like that could lead to her identity being revealed. "No hospitals." She reiterated trying to cover up her stumble. Standing up of her own free will, she stumbled slightly before taking a couple of clumsy steps forward before regaining her bearings. "I can walk, it was only a graze, just tired." She tried to reassure Robin. "I only need to clean up and get something to eat." Reaching into her utility belt, Steph pulled out a roll of gauze and began to wrap it tightly around her arm.
"Er.. on second thought, maybe I could use some help with this?" She said looking up at Robin. "Can you take me to Grant's Gym? I think the help I need is there."
Seems apt that the Nightwing player is the first into the fray. Well done for zeroing in on one of Starro's weaknesses straight off the bat. Though it will make my job harder.
Yeah, Static will be a Godsend in either scenario, seeing as both Metropolis and Tokyo are having their own parasite problems.
@King Kindred Good idea, it makes sense to split your Kryptonians.
Well I figure since Dick has fought Starro before... And that's about all I recall from the Batman Beyond Two-Episode Arc for weaknesses
Short reply is short but I figure with our numbers need to leave room for others and interaction!
Please let Static be on the Japan team
Please let Static be on the Japan team
S H I B U Y A C R O S S I N G || J A P A N
The air was practically sliced apart as the 'Wingding' flew through it. The newly appointed drone fell to the ground as the sharp weapon impaled the alien organism on the human's face. A flash of blue emitted from the purple flesh as the weapon emitted an electrical arc causing the alien starfish to retract its limbs and fall from the human face.
"Y'know, I distinctly recall putting you down once already Starro." Entering the fray, Nightwing shot a grapple to a nearby building as he swung overhead to get a better look on what was happening in Shibuya Crossing. The man dressed in Hollywood Viking attire towered over the native populace of Tokyo as he continued to infect one after another with Starro's offspring. Shaking his head, Nightwing cursed to himself about not finishing the job alongside the Titans nearly twenty years ago when they first encountered the creature.
"Somehow, I always knew you'd be back." Nightwing muttered to himself before tapping the communicator in his mask. Opening a League channel, he spoke to the others that had traveled to Tokyo. "Not sure who the big guy, but the ugly purple chest plate? That guy is Starro, alien parasite that had the League under his control back when I was still Robin. He doesn't care much for electricity so don't be afraid to put a shock to his system."
Running along the roof top, Nightwing tracked the movement of the viking as he moved surrounded by his ever amassing horde. Grabbing a handful of 'Wingdings', Nightwing let the weapons loose, dropping the drones closest to his target as he jumped from the roof top. The glider webbing under his arms extending as his escrima sticks flew to his hands. Coming in with a flying kick, Nightwing fought his way through the horde, his weapons administering an electrical charge with each strike.
"Hey ugly!" Nightwing called towards the Viking. "Lets dance!"
"Y'know, I distinctly recall putting you down once already Starro." Entering the fray, Nightwing shot a grapple to a nearby building as he swung overhead to get a better look on what was happening in Shibuya Crossing. The man dressed in Hollywood Viking attire towered over the native populace of Tokyo as he continued to infect one after another with Starro's offspring. Shaking his head, Nightwing cursed to himself about not finishing the job alongside the Titans nearly twenty years ago when they first encountered the creature.
"Somehow, I always knew you'd be back." Nightwing muttered to himself before tapping the communicator in his mask. Opening a League channel, he spoke to the others that had traveled to Tokyo. "Not sure who the big guy, but the ugly purple chest plate? That guy is Starro, alien parasite that had the League under his control back when I was still Robin. He doesn't care much for electricity so don't be afraid to put a shock to his system."
Running along the roof top, Nightwing tracked the movement of the viking as he moved surrounded by his ever amassing horde. Grabbing a handful of 'Wingdings', Nightwing let the weapons loose, dropping the drones closest to his target as he jumped from the roof top. The glider webbing under his arms extending as his escrima sticks flew to his hands. Coming in with a flying kick, Nightwing fought his way through the horde, his weapons administering an electrical charge with each strike.
"Hey ugly!" Nightwing called towards the Viking. "Lets dance!"
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