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@Ezekiel I like what you've done with the Flash but I need more folks to either be active JLU or Titans to build up larger crossovers and such. Solo heroes dominate the roster right now.

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Posted my collab with @Zero Hex and began another with @NecroKnight. Doing what I can over the weekend and already working on another solo post with Comet as well. I think for my secondary if I go with a Titan he'll be a more fleshed out version of Sideways from the recent crop of new DC titles.

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in...
WEIRDER THINGS
pt. 2

Metropolis / United States:

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^{May 17th, 2019 - 04:03 PM | Metro Tower - Midtown}

_{Featuring: @Zero Hex as Mr. Terrific}

The long elevator ride finally came to an end. Comet could hear it begin to slow down as it reached the bottom level of the Metro Tower. He stepped out of the sliding doors and walked down the long hallway along the side of the colosseum like area. Making his way towards the viewing room and control station he passed several small windows along the side of the War Room that more or less helped with airing the place out should anybody use gas based attacks be it the high tech holo-droids or the heroes themselves. The setting looked like a wrecked downtown area during the night time. There were fires, smoke, holographic civilians in peril, the hard light projectors could make it look like anything. Hollywood would kill for this sort of technology and atmosphere.

As Adam Blake made his way into the viewing room he could tell that Robotman had been wrong about who was down here. Comet expected to see Booster Gold and Blue Beetle, however what appeared to be kicking ass in the simulation was Mister Terrific. There were several viewing screens showing the War Room from different camera angles in the room, a water dispenser, several chairs, as well as an entrance into the control booth. When Comet entered the viewing room the timer read less than five minutes were left in the session and three civilians had yet to be rescued with one enemy left to be defeated and one ally still standing.

Michael Holt, Mister Terrific himself, was in a most unheroic position at the moment, hanging head down from a suspended cable a few feet up in the air with only his own feet saving him from plummeting face-first into concrete. Rather than distressed or troubled, however, the World’s Greatest Athlete looked amused, downright smiling with his arms crossed nonchalantly, and he held on strong despite the clear sway of the line barely holding his weight aloft. And upon closer inspection Comet might be able to tell that the would be hero was not only observing his artificial teammate engage with the enemy, he was humming something to himself under his breath.

“When a problem comes along, you must whip it...”

Battling on the dark street, kicking up the water sprayed by a busted hydrant as they dipped, dived, ducked and dodged around each other in a bizarre, manic struggle, were virtual representations of The Whip Shelly Gaynor and the villainess Syonide. Both women, clad in their “less than modest” costumes and armed solely with their long and flexible lashes, kept their distance as they tried to match each other's movements, looking to time the crack of their whip to the moment their rival was busy retracting her own. For a life and death struggle it was equal parts dance-like and almost comical, though the mother and two young children cowering in a shattered storefront nearby certainly didn’t seem entertained.

“THREE MINUTES REMAINING” blared the intercom, as it had every 60 seconds since the five minute mark.

Though Syonide’s electric whip was a non-factor with both of them prancing around ankle-deep in water, the simulation data pegged her as more experienced than Gaynor who had seemingly retired early into her career. Adjusting her plan to suit the coming end of the scenario, the villainess began slowly reducing the distance between them and finally seemed to slip up. Shelly’s whip cracked and wrapped itself around Syonide’s, pulling it back towards the heroine who seemed to positively beam at the prospect of victory in this near mirror match. She did not see the opening for the feint it was, didn’t realize the extra weight and tangled scourges made her return slower and clumsier.

“Oooh that’s a wrap there.” called Terrific, finally letting himself drop. Rather than a breakneck tumble the hero descended with practiced, almost gravity-defying grace, flipping his body over mid-air to stick a perfectly balanced landing on his feet. World’s Greatest Athlete, and it was indeed a wrap. Before Gaynor could ready her weapon once more Syonide had closed the distance between them, dropping the unpowered heroine with a faceful of loosened pavement slab and clinching the deal via one mean punt to her downed opponent. Focusing on a lone weapon to the exclusion of all else had plenty of issues, but it’d been an enlightening look at whip combat for Michael.

“TWO MINUTES REMAINING!”, blared the intercom once more as Terrific dusted himself off and advanced confidently.

Syonide had recovered her own whip and taken The Whip’s as well, and now she approached the last remaining civilians with weapons in hand and clear ill intentions in mind, perhaps looking to take out the frustrations of her battle on someone who couldn’t fight back. And that’s about as far as she got before a python-strong arm wrapped wrapped itself around her neck and another pushed her head down, steel-strong biceps and forearm applying irresistible pressure to her carotid arteries and restricting blood flow to the brain. In less than 10 seconds the rear naked choke had done its work and Syonide was out cold, and Mister Terrific let her limp body fall to pose arms-spread for the “cameras” of the observation window.

“HOSTILES ELIMINATED, CIVILIANS SECURE, TARGET OF OPERATION CLEARED. SYSTEM SWITCH TO STANDBY MODE!”

With a satisfied, confident look on his face and a relaxed stroll, Terrific left the now void grey room and made his way to the observation deck, knowing he was being watched but with no idea who it was. “Hahahaaa, hell of a rig you’ve got going on here. Not quite the real thing but you can set up some crazy scenes huh?” he spoke out without even looking at who he was talking to.

There it was again. When the Comet looked at the monitors of Terrific’s victory he could see the wandering left eye of the Weird. From different angles. This had to be real, didn’t it? The Comet hoped to catch good vibes from Terrific going in, but was a bit puzzled the new hero chose to also entertain himself with a pair of buxom women in somewhat suggestive clothing and bearing whips. If his mind wasn’t all over the place Comet might have had a different opinion, he just happened to be in the middle of a mental meltdown. When the hero exited the War Room and complimented the facility, Adam just kinda spoke telepathically entering the room in a hurry having already programmed the next simulation.

“It isn’t anything like what I’ve seen in space…” he projected with his mind in passing.

He lifted himself in the air and suddenly the room went black. Stars began shimmering in the artificial sky and it was clear Comet wanted to be at home again in space. The void was calming, and the surrounding asteroids provided sufficient target practice. He projected himself across several space sectors where months before joining the JLU the Weird saw his untimely death at the hands of a blue skinned man who just waved his hand.

“There’s nothing left of him. The guilt must be getting to me. Never figured out who or what that blue skinned man was. The League’s files have nothing on him, even their records about the known Multiverse…” Adam Blake thought to himself before activating a new scenario in the War Room. “Control Panel… load scene C-4. Difficulty set at eight. Five enemies. One star cruiser.”

The War Room began shifting somewhat, however remaining in a space environment, until a large bus sized personal Thanagarian star cruiser materialized with nearly a half dozen wingmen soldiers like those the founding five Leaguers faced years earlier.

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If my ten hour days continue to become twelve and thirteen hour days I likely won't be online much till the weekend. And I have to work Monday too, so no three day weekend this week.

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@NinaDivine You could have a character that makes constructs, but when I mentioned 'no Lanterns' that's what I meant. Alan doesn't even have a ring because he internalized his power. Lanterns are just some of the most OP characters out there, even compared to somebody like Superman. Plenty of construct makers in the DCU to reimagine though: the Ray (hard light), Bunker (psionic bricks), Argent (silver energy), Hatchet (pink/red energy), Syren and the new Aqualad (water constructs), Terra and Geo-Force (rock constructs), etc.

@Lord Wraith Didn't somebody mention doing something with a Tamaranian? Maybe it was @Dead Cruiser?

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@NinaDivine I enjoy anything with John Diggle! Really good post.

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@Ruby Looks like you never got around to reposting your CS in the Character Tab!

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@DocTachyon Accepted.

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in...
WEIRDER THINGS

Metropolis / United States:

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^{May 17th, 2019 - 03:46 PM | Metro Tower - Midtown}

Comet was still getting used to how far the world had come since he originally left back in World War II. It seemed like a lot at first, but then he realized how much more advanced some of the alien species he'd interacted with still were in comparison. Robotman and Wonder Woman were both presently at the Tower, along with Comet, and a couple reserves were also hanging around using the League's resources. It was just a normal day. That was until Comet thought he saw something familiar...?! What appeared in front of him before vanishing into the wall looked like the Weird. Black and red attire, strange head piece, with the one larger eye.

"What the..?" Comet thought, however the neural link to his friends in the Tower caused everyone in the building to have goosebumps.

From down the hallway Blake could hear him coming. The metal in his body grinding and working it's way forward... oddly enough in jeans and a t-shirt, with a lit cigar in his metal mouth. Cliff Steele, former hero of Midway City turned founding member of the Justice League. He called himself Robotman because he was never very original. The big Hollywood movie based on him called the hero Ultronic and made his body silver and gave him his own superhero symbol. Cliff was fine with jeans and a t-shirt. Generally if he didn't like somebody he'd tell them to bite his shiny metal ass. The machine man was just as human as anyone and loved out drinking any and everyone. This was also a feat capable of Cliff before he was given the stomach of a robot. His eyes would be red with aggravation if not for them already being red by design. He creaked and cranked towards the brown haired young-ish looking hero before the newer JLU recruit began to apologize.

"Cliff! I'm sorry if the link to our brains...." Comet began to say before he was interrupted.

"Sometimes I wish my brain was robotic so I wouldn't have to deal with you damn telepaths. What spooked ya kid?" Robotman asked.

"Kid? In another decade I'll be pushing a hundred, tin man." Comet thought to himself, or so he thought...

"What's that about pushing a hundred?" Robotman asked out loud.

Adam Blake's powers were out of control. Could the Weird have returned? Or is it after all this time Blake's finally having a mental breakdown? He closed his eyes and ran one of his hands through his hair. After a few breaths he opened his eyes and there it was. Sort of. In the reflection coming off of Robotman's face the Weird showed up again. Blake looked over his shoulder and there was nothing there. The heroes walked up on a water fountain and the red clad hero stopped for a sip. A cosmic entity was toying with him. Comet believed the Weird had perished in space during events that happened before Comet came back to Earth. Why was he back now? Or was the man really just losing his mind?

"I think I need to go blow off some steam. Is there anybody in the War Room?" Comet asked the founder.

"One or two of the reserves I think are practicing as many one-liners as they are combat techniques. They should be done soon..." Robotman said before finally breaking away to go towards the front exit.

Blake had to walk to the back of the first floor and enter the lower levels of the HQ through a special elevator. The bottom floor was the level with the war room. A colossal domed area roughly the size of two football fields with an operating station as well as a viewing room and hallway leading around one side from the elevator entrance. The room was like something out of a science fiction film and could replicate any scenario. Holo-droids could take the form of any enemy in the Justice Leagues files, or any uploaded by the heroes newer to the League. Holograms made their 'skin' to appear like anything, as well as the expendable civilians in scenarios. It's just cheaper and they don't have to replace as many holo-droids. The elevator ride seemed long, however it was just because the War Room itself was roughly one mile below ground. Comet was getting a little anxious and noticed how shiny the floor in the elevator was, and then he noticed it again. The large left eye of the Weird seemed like it was following him. Or was it just in his head? A trick he'd used many times on enemies, casting illusions to make them feel all sorts of emotions, was now backfiring on him? Or was it? Hopefully some time unleashing his power would do him some good.

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@The Spectre I love the character, so if she's going to be reforming sorta like they did with Killer Frost in the comics, I'd be all for it.

@DocTachyon The only thing I'd say about the CS is he needs to be more ingrained in the DCU and not JUST be affiliated with Wildstorm characters and concepts. I like what you've got with Queen Bee and adopting Batman's MO, but the story arcs are more geared towards Wildstorm. It's 4 am though where I'm at, but if any of the other GM's have any concerns we'll get back to ya.

Things to work on: Who does he know in the League, who does he like working with with? Take a couple 3rd and 4th string DCU villains and call them his. And is Sun King supposed to be Apollo?

Also, with the tags, I think all you need to do is switch them around at the end. It should be [/hider first, THEN [/center Nevermind, the placement is fine but I think you still have to title the hider. Like [hider=Midnighter] if you wanna make the tag look like this:

Midnighter

See?

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