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Apologies man, I've been slacking with the Blue Beetle posts! Should be able to get a post up Saturday at the latest! Been having a really busy week!


No worries, man.

Before this I used to belong to a site where there'd be a post every other week in IC threads, so I'm sure I can wait a couple of days for some more Ted.
I'll definitely get onboard with this thing if it gets off the ground.
I'm hoping to have another Booster Gold post up tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

The Worthy Household
Union-Point Hills


For the first time in months James had returned to the Worthy household for a meal. They had been extending invitations to him on a near weekly basis since he had moved out shortly after graduating from Academy 12 but it was rare that he found the time. It was something he felt bad about. His grandfather Robbie Worthy had been a father to him when his own father had abdicated any and all paternal responsibilities at birth, he’d helped mould him into a man, but James never was any good at showing his gratitude. It was his girlfriend Iris that had finally heaved enough pressure on him to relent and make the journey to Union-Point Hills to see his grandparents. His grandmother Veronica had been ecstatic when she had heard he was coming, even more so once she found out that Iris was accompanying him.

They had been together for a little over six months. James wasn’t sure whether it was going to go the distance as some of his friends seemed convinced it would, but he felt comfortable with Iris in a way that he hadn’t done with other girls. They shared interests and it never felt like work when he was with her and that counted for a lot. It wasn’t any girl that he would take to meet his grandparents. He had tried his best on his way there to explain to Iris what his grandparents were like, what Robbie was like especially, but not long after they had arrived and conversation had turned to the recent Fiend attack he wished he’d spent a little more time explaining. It wasn’t exactly an appropriate topic for discussion at the dinner table but when had that ever stopped Robbie before?

“Prison is too good for people like that. You’ve got to put a bullet in their brains before it gets there. You put them on the stand and all you’re doing is giving them a platform to spread whatever bile it is they believe. No, I say you put them down hard and send a message to all of the rest of the scumbags out there.”

James shook his lead a little as he looked up from his plate of food. Though his grandfather was completely oblivious to the bemusement in his eyes as he looked at him, it was clear as day to both Iris and Veronica.

“Due process exists for a reason.”

“You would say that,” Robbie said with a smile. “Your generation is too liberal for its own good. God knows what state this country is going to be in when you’re in change. What do you think we should do? Hug the Fiends to death? Talk to them about their feelings?”

Veronica smiled disarmingly in the hopes of diffusing what she feared would be another vocal difference of opinion between her husband and her grandson. She had endured plenty of them over the years. They were never violent, nor was there ever even the slightest hint of dread, but they did often make for uncomfortable viewing from the outside.

“Can’t we just have dinner once without it turning into this? I’m sure Iris doesn’t want to hear the two of you arguing.”

Iris smiled politely as she pushed a strand of her silken ginger hair behind her ear with one of porcelain white hands.

“It’s fine, honestly.”

Robbie smiled and pointed at Iris with a chicken wing in his hand.

“See? She’s a big girl, she understands there’s nothing wrong with a little robust discussion. So tell us, James, what would you have us do instead? You still haven’t answered me.”

Again the look of bemusement crept over the face of James Bishop as he weighed up how futile the discussion they were having was. For over a decade he had engaged in discussions like this with his grandfather where he bent over backwards to provide him with empirical evidence, with fact, in the hope of changing his mind. It never worked. Robbie’s politics, Robbie’s whole being, was rooted in a completely nonfactual existence. It was about the gut feeling, instinct, a more primal sense of right and wrong. It wasn’t something that James could empathise with but he knew better than to concede entirely or he’d never heard the end of it.

“I’m an architect,” James said with a sigh. “It’s not my job to decide our country’s counterterrorism policy and I wouldn’t presume to second guess the people who are responsible for it. All I know is that I’d sooner not have some innocent man or woman gunned down because VPD are gunning for retribution.”

Robbie stared at James for a few moments as if weighing up a response.

“Hmpfh.”

He was unsatisfied by his grandson’s response, clearly, but he looked down at his food and continued eating instead of continuing their debate. It was the first time that James could remember it happening and from the look on Veronica’s face it was clear that she was surprised too. Maybe he’d sensed he had stepped over the line, maybe it was because Iris was there, or maybe an old dog could learn new tricks. Either way James was happy enough not to have to continue the discussion.

James and Iris stayed for an hour more and discussion moved onto less divisive subjects like work. His grandparents had asked him how things were going as they were obliged to do and James had obliged them with his usual response. Towards the end his grandparents had thought it amusing to bring out some pictures of James as a young boy, clad in a black turtleneck, a tartan waistcoat, and a gold chain, which he had unsurprisingly found far less amusing than Iris had. As they left he had promised them that he would visit again soon and that he wouldn’t leave it so late next time and they had urged him to bring Iris along. Something she seemed quite pleased about.

*****

Knightdale Rows

James stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him, waiting for his girlfriend to make her way around the car to his side before the pair set off down the road. Parking was terrible in this part of Knightdale Rows and they often had to leave the car a few blocks away from their apartment building. Whoever had planned this part of town had done a pretty bad job of it. Luckily for them though the walk was a fairly pleasant one outside of having to pass through a narrow underpass that seemed to attract vagrants from time to time. Though more often than not the strong VPD presence in the district made sure they were fairly well behaved.

“I’m sorry about back there,” James said with a shake of his head. “Sometimes it’s a little hard to slam the brakes on Robbie once he gets going.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I know, I guess after everything they’ve done for me, his being like a second father to me after my mom passed away, it takes a little getting used to, how crotchety he’s got in his old age. He never used to be like this.”

“I understand,” Iris said, smiling as she walked. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about your family, James, we all have uncles, aunts, and grandparents that lose their filter as they get older. I had a good time, the food was nice, and your family seemed lovely, Robbie included.”

James smiled tenderly.

“Thank you.”

As they reached the underpass, Iris reached for her boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it a little as she returned his smile. When James looked up he noticed a man dressed in rags that were visibly hanging off of him stepping into the underpass at the over end. As he grew closer it became clear he had a gun pressed in his hand that as trained on the couple. Bishop placed Iris behind him and his eyes locked onto the gun in the man’s hand as he approached them.

“The purse.”

James could feel it. The gun in the man’s hand spoke to him as he drew closer to them. He only had three bullets, including the one in the chamber, but outside of that he didn’t have any metals on him. He could stop the bullet leaving the barrel but there was a chance the gun might blow up in the man’s hand and take it with him. For as angry as James was at having been threatened he could tell by the look of the man he was doing this out of desperation more than anything else. Slowly James lifted his hand and placed it in the air between him and the would-be robber facing him.

“You don’t want to do this.”

He could stop the bullet. He knew that much. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it but it would be the first time in a long time. It had been nearly two years since he’d even tried. What if he was a millisecond too late or too early? He couldn’t risk Iris getting hurt somehow, he’d never forgive himself if she did.

“You try anything funny and I’ll kill the both of you. You hear me?”

It spoke to him. He couldn’t explain it to anyone if he tried but his powers, his ability to manipulate metals, it wasn’t controlled and dispassionate, it was emotional somehow. He didn’t command the metals to do things, he asked them, and they complied. For a second James considered slapping the weapon from the man’s hand using his powers or hitting him in the back of the head, but he could feel Iris shaking with fear behind him. It wasn’t worth it.

Without a slight movement of his hand James flicked the safety on the man’s weapon on and reached for his girlfriend’s bag and tossed it in the man’s direction. It landed short of him by a foot or so and the man bent to pick it up, his weapon still trained on James and Iris as he did so, before backing away slowly.

“Clever man.”

The man scampered away down the alleyway with the purse in hand. James turned to his girlfriend, took her in his arms, and planted a gentle kiss on her head as she clung to him. He could have stopped that man, he could have taken his hand from him, or even let him shoot and sent the bullets flying back at him. He could have killed him for threatening him, for threatening the woman he loved, but he chose not to. And though it might not seem like it there was some kind of victory in that. At least he thought there was.
@Morden Man First, you didn't indent your sheet properly (The punishment for this heinous crime is being strapped to a chair, and being forced to listen to "Stupid Hoe" for all eternity!). Second, for his ethnicity section, you probably could have just said he was Jamaican/Thai/Whatever, and left the rest of the information for his history/other section. Third, I imagine that there'd be some serious repercussions for the whole incident where he injured another trainee (Like, that'd be something you'd get arrested for...). Finally, the power, I'd like a bit more detail as to what he can do (Since you can do a fuckton with magnetism), and you need to give him real weaknesses. What you listed aren't going to cut it because they apply to everyone.


Thanks for the feedback, I've made some changes: actually learning how to indent for one, altering his history so that he almost injured another trainee instead of actually injured one, added to a weakness to mind control/telepathic attacks. Part of the reason my description of what he could do with his magnetism was so vague was because the character has little to no idea what he can do with it. I didn't want to list a bunch of things you could theoretically do with magnetism that I didn't intend to ever have him use. I've made some slight changes though.

Take a look at the changes I have made and let me know what you think. I can do my best to elaborate some more on the powers thing a little more if you deem it necessary.
Are you still accepting players? This sounds really interesting, I'd really like to get involved.

The work that's gone into this is awesome.
On this slot business, I've talked with @BlackSam3091, who most of you know is my Scottish dad, and he helped me realise that closing up the RP is a bit stupid, what with the freedom this game provides. That said, I'm changing the status. Again. Sigh.
This RP is always open.


That's great news.

I'd hoped you'd come round to the idea of opening it up. Given there's only one other active comic-based RPG currently (and that's a Marvel game) there's a lot of potential for growth in leaving the game open. Hopefully it'll lead to the League filling out a little too!


Somewhere amidst the many rows of vacant housing on Chicago’s Southside there was a whirring. It was gentle at first, quiet, but with time it grew until it was deafening loud and there was a sudden flash of white light. Once the light faded the Time Sphere with its passengers, Booster Gold and Skeets, appeared in the middle of what appeared to have once been a living room. Booster kicked open the door to the Sphere and stepped out and his trusty robotic companion followed after him.

“It would appear we have arrived at our destination, sir.”

“Great.”

It was clear from Booster’s voice that something was wrong. Carter had grown up dreaming of sharing the skies with the like of Superman and the Martian Manhunter but now that he was here he didn’t seem at all pleased.

“Is something the matter?”

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t feel too good about the way we left Rip high and dry back there,” Booster said with a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should have stayed and helped him. What if he didn’t get out in time? God knows what those guys could be doing to him.”

Skeets hovered in front of Booster reassuringly.

“I have known Master Hunter for many years, sir, he was my creator after all. In that time I have known him to be as resourceful and cunning as any man that has walked this Earth. If anyone could have escaped in time, it would be him, sir.”

Booster shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“We mustn’t dally,” Skeets said abruptly. “Master Hunter left us strict instructions. There is a ‘Daniel Carter’ we must seek out, a distant relative of yours if the records are to be to believed, he’ll give us shelter for a time.”

Booster pointed towards the Time Sphere sat in the centre of the dusty room. He knew it only had enough energy for the trip there but even he knew that someone stumbling upon technology that wasn’t meant to exist for another four hundreds years could only end badly for them.

“What about this thing? We can’t leave it here like this.”

Skeets ran a quick scan on the Sphere.

“The Time Sphere’s cloaking system was damaged during the journey.”

Out of the corner of his eye Booster spotted a worktable covered in tarp and dragged it free from the table, leaving the things atop it unmoved. He grinned at having achieved it and glanced towards Skeets as he threw the tarp over the top of the Time Sphere, barely covering it.

“Tarp it is then.”

*****

It had taken them the best part of an hour and a half to find the Carter household. It would have taken them ten minutes, Booster had insisted, if Skeets had let them fly there but the robot shot that idea down as quickly as it left Booster’s mouth. Hunter had suggested they track Daniel Carter down so that they could lie low for a while after they had arrived and blazing across the Chicago sky at night seemed like a surefire way to attract unwanted attention. Now Booster sat in Daniel Carter’s living room with Skeets wrapped in a blanket on his lap whilst Carter argued with his girlfriend Rose Levin as if he weren’t there.

“It’s just for a few days.”

Rose shook her head.

“First you lose your job and now this? You’re inviting strangers into our home to spend the night? I must be imagining this. I must be imagining it. I know the Daniel Carter that I live with, my boyfriend Daniel Carter, would never be stupid enough to let a complete stranger come into our home and promise to give him room and board.”

Daniel Carter grimaced and lift his hands in the air as if to reason with Rose. It was uncanny watching him speak, he was almost a perfect doppelganger for Booster if not for being an inch or two shorter than him.

“I understand you’re angry, Rose, and I understand why too but Michael says we’re related. That means we’re family and that’s meant to count for something. What do you want me to do? Turn him away? Make him sleep rough?”

Rose pointed at Booster and he tried his best to avert his gaze from the pair of them.

“He could be a psychopath for all we know.”

“For what it’s worth,” Booster said with a disarming smile. “I’m not a psychopath. I mean, I know that’s exactly what a psychopath would say if he wanted you to think he wasn’t one, but I’m really not one.”

Please, Michael, stop talking,” Daniel said with a sigh. “I know you think you’re helping but you’re really not helping.”

Rose shook her head vociferously and it became clearer that she was beginning to soften to the idea. That didn’t mean she liked the idea any more than she had to begin with. All of a sudden she felt a newfound empathy with Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. This was madness, Rose knew that much, but she loved her boyfriend enough that she was beginning to consider it.

“Do you know how insane this is?”

“It’s just a few days, I promise.”

“Fine,” Rose muttered as he turned to face Booster. “But if you try anything, if you so much as sneeze in my direction, I swear to God I’m going to taze you to death. Am I understood?”

Booster lifted his hands in the air and smiled.

“Loud and clear, ma’am.”

With that Rose marched out of the room and back to the bedroom she and Daniel shared, slamming the door shut behind her so loudly that both Daniel and Booster shuddered.

“Well, that went about as well as I thought it would,” Daniel said with a shake of his head. “So now I’ve done you a solid, are you going to level with me? You’re a superhero or something, aren’t you? Do you have something to do with that Blue Beetle guy? You must be dressed like that.”

Booster’s eyebrow cocked. Despite having an encyclopedic knowledge of twenty-first century superheroes had no idea who the hell Blue Beetle was, but he also knew that there was no way that Daniel Carter should know what a superhero was. There were no superheroes. At least not yet.

“Wait, what?”

Carter smiled.

“Come on, you must have at least met Superman.”

Booster grabbed Daniel by the shoulders.

“Superman? Why would you say that name?”

“Everyone knows Superman,” Daniel said with a shrug. “Where the hell have you been for the past five years? The Justice League have saved the world more times than I can count.”

“Look, I know this is going to sound like a pretty crazy request and I know I said I wasn’t a psychopath, and I meant it, but I need you to tell me what year it is.”

“What? It’s 2015.”

Slowly Booster let go of him and one of his hands rose to his mouth as the information began to process. He was five years too late. Rip had promised to send him back to before the formation of the Justice League, before Superman had even appeared, Booster was meant to be the first superhero Earth had ever seen. There must have been some mistake. In the attack Rip must have hit the wrong button somehow and sent them five years ahead of where they were meant to be. Booster’s thoughts went back to the faulty Time Sphere sat in that Southside vacant. He was stranded here.

And worst of all, he was still a nobody.
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