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Alright, who is my best chance at quashing the mutant mafia and where do I send my cheques?
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CATHERINE CORIANDER
Fog filled the air, thick like foam, so dense one couldn’t see an inch through it. Only two things crested through it: one was beams of light, reflecting through the water droplets to create an even glow in the dawnlight. The other was the Babylon, a ship of dark gray wood, its sails as deep black. A lone man stood at the prow of the ship behind the figurehead, the angry horse’s mane sculpted like the flames of a Nightmare. A dark coat with gold tassel hung from his shoulders, the reddish-tan skin of his crossed arms poking through. Mid length black hair fluttered in the wind. Behind him, two dozen men were readying themselves for battle, the tension high. Even in the utter lack of visibility, they moved with no hesitation and made no errors, possessing sight beyond sight.
“One minute until the descent, everyone!”
Approaching the man at the prow, another man scratched at his short gold hair, deep tan skin, and the collar of his black leather shirt raised like the hairs on the back of his neck. “Well Cap, any last words to the crew?” said the man with a star shaped piercing in his ear. [Benjamin “Belze” Morningstar, Helmsman of the Abyssal Call]
He was met with a smile. “You know I’ve always been more partial to action over words. Or thinking.” Ben didn’t laugh. The captain’s smile faded. “What, you’re worried? It’s not like we can turn back now and leave Hamel and John high and dry.”
Ben was silent for a moment, before holding his hand up. “You know I’m with you to the end, Captain. Just sad that we might be putting down another ship after we lost the Breeze.” A second later, he gave his hand a wave, and the ship lurched, pointing down, the vessel breaking from the fog, flecks of condensation spraying about, turning to ice in the altitude. The ship appeared above the land of green, trees and grass spread amongst the pure white buildings. But the ship hurtled towards the largest point of note: a massive castle spires serving as the highest constructions in the world. The roads of the city reached to the end of the red landmass, where they gave way to sheer cliffs, only white visible below, blue seas of the lower world too distant to view with one’s eyes for all the air in between.
Pangea Castle, Marie Geoise, Red Line – 18 years ago
It was a thunder unheard of at the capital of the world, as the Babylon smashed into the highest tower. From all about, slave and God alike were matched as they looked at the unprecedented sight in fear and awe. While slaves wanted to run in fear, the Heavenly Dragons were more like turkeys, unable to even comprehend the happening, their bulbous jaws hung open. But the storm was only beginning. From above the castle, a dark dot descended, a ball and chain behind him. A metal iron ball expanded, its two spikes resembling horns, a jagged jaw open like fangs, two cute round eyes finishing out the face. Air wavering around it, the ball grew beyond the size of even the Abyssal Call flagship. Two horns jutting out of his head and bending to the sky at a right angle, Avalon Duskar glowered as he dropped his weapon, made legend by his own hand, the Death Ball, its maw aiming to devour the great castle. From below, a white dot rocketed upwards, a cutlass coming to bear as the Death Ball made it’s descent. Templar Grand Master Fargos was the first to meet the Devil head on, his blade clashing, Death Ball going wide, smashing into one of the more minor towers and hurtling through the dozen floors between the tip and the foundations in the Red Line. The quake finally put fear into the hearts of the of the Gods, the men and women rallying their defenses and seeking safety, as the rest of the Call began their raid in full.
Fargos, using the chain links of the Death Ball like footholds, kicked himself upwards, his blade reflecting his own long, pale indigo hair and wrinkled face on one side while the other revealed the Devil’s angular features and furrowed brow. The blade seemed to crackle in the air as it made to bite into Avalon’s flesh, but it never made it. Avalon’s fist met Fargos’ cheek, the shape of his face twisting as he was launched, blasting a man sized hole into the castle.
Avalon’s feet reached the roof with a crash. Flicking his wrist, his ball and chain started to shrink in size, though by the time he pulled it back into his hand it was still the size of a wagon. Weapon in one hand, he jabbed his other at the highest window of Pangea Castle, finger stabbing into the heart of Marie Geoise itself. He opened his mouth, and roared words that would echo forevermore:
“Tell me, Elders! World Nobles! What are you hiding!? What is in this world you’re looking down on that you’re so afraid of!?” Coriander spoke in a raspy tone, arms raised to the top of the tent, hands twisted like the claws of the Devil. Lowering her gaze to the enraptured children in bedclothes, sitting atop sleeping bags, she turned her claws and fangs on them, cackling.
Tent on the Outskirts of Tune Town, Melody Island – Present Day
Coriander lunged, the kids screaming and scrambling out of the way. Cassia, small and stuck in the middle, didn’t make it, Coriander’s hands finding his soft sides, forcing him into fits of laughter in her Devilish Tickle Assault of Marie Geobliques.
“No! Stopitstopitstopitahahahaha!” Cassia giggled. Trying to scramble away from Coriander, he begged, “Help me!”
Coriander’s assault stopped as Peppermint slipped in behind her, looping her arms underneath her shoulders and stepping back. Coriander might as well have been strung up from a mainmast, for all her ability to pull herself free. Sorrel, Verbena, and Rue approached, vile grins upon their faces. “No! Not fair, you’re ganging up on me-Bwewheeheeheeheehee, heeheeheEHEEHEE AUGH STOPT AHEEHEE!” The battle was long, but eventually, like all conflicts, it came to an end, the low light from the small lantern strung to the top of the tent near a gap for exhaust stopping its rocking motion.
Their tent a short ways from the town, a bit further out from the church and Ryu Burnet’s home, the kids had all the peace and quiet they’d wanted (and so did the parents). A light breeze was more than enough to keep the kids snug in their bedding rather than wander in the dark, and they were more than happy to play in what ways they could in the cramped space. Through the darkness outside it honestly felt like they were alone in the world.
Everyone slumped back into their spots, catching their breath in the post-war, Coriander went to a paper sack, pulling out pre-sliced loaf of banana bread from her home. “This is the last one, so we’re going to brush our teeth and go to bed soon!”
“Boooooo,” Sorrel moped.
“Tell us more about the Devil!” Rue demanded, taking her chunk of bread.
Cassia whined, “He’s scary…”
“Yeah that’s why he’s cool!” Rue insisted.
“Plus he’s dead,” Verbena insisted.
Cassia shook his head. “No! Coriander and Mother Basil talk about him all the time.” His innocent comment was met with a couple giggles, the reaction clearly flustering him.
Coriander was given pause. “Oh, yeah that is confusing.” Taking a bite, she waiting until she swallowed before she answered. “He’s a pirate right? And pirates are thieves. He stole the name ‘The Devil’ from the Devil, but he’s a human! The worst human ever. But the Devil Devil is like, the worst ever. Like all the evil ever. Does that make sense?” Cassia stared, before shaking his head. “I’ll ask Mother Basil about it later...but don’t let that make you think Avalon isn’t a big deal. God and the Devil don’t physically exist in the world, and they influence it through people. Avalon didn’t have faith, so he became an avatar of the Devil himself, and struck against the Gods.” She raised her hand, floating it along as she mimed the Babylon’s airborne voyage. “He came from above Marie Geoise, putting himself above the Heavenly Dragons, even though he never listened to God himself. That’s why no one answered him when he asked his question. God speaks to you through your faith, so they had nothing to say to the faithless. But his anger tore Marie Geoise asunder. When not even the Heavenly Dragons are safe, no one is. The three Admirals all died or left the Marines after. Hundreds of battleships sailed in and so many didn’t even return. The Templars fought their hardest but still lost a lot of men. The Cardinals were non-combatants and even they got caught in the crossfire. We’re still feeling the effects to this very day. If not for the traitor, he might have even succeeded.” Coriander paused, the reality starting to dawn on her and her alone, as the kids merely watched on, sensing the gravity more through her tone than their understanding. “He struck against the Gods and nearly won, ruining the capital of the world and earning the highest bounty in history. It was the worst thing to ever happen.”
After Coriander finished, nothing moved, bread going uneaten as the kids tried to process her claim. Even she was left contemplating that, taking another bite of her bread.
Sorrel admitted, “Wow, I kinda thought having to go to church was dumb, but you’re actually pretty important, Coriander.”
Cheeks flushing a bit, mouth still full of banana bread, Coriander scratched the back of her head with a sheepish look.
Verbena noted, “My dad talks about the Devil’s Legion a lot though, they keep coming up in the newspaper.”
Peppermint cried, “Those guys are the worst!” Standing up, she punched a fist out in a quick bout of shadowboxing. “If they’re still around when I’m a Marine they better watch out!”
Eyes flashing as they watched for anyone unaware moving in Peppermint’s path, Coriander agreed “You’re telling me!”
A Humid Day of Melody:
Roaring Devils, Silent Dragons
I'm planning to take it at a casual pace and post every Sunday. Expect Firebird on the 11th and Titans to start on the 18th! Then I'll alternate them going forward. ;)
Eyes red, irritated from crying, Jean’s consciousness returned. It was already early night, her clock reading out nearly 8PM, and she heard a low whining through the thin walls of the Baltimore apartment. Throwing herself out of bed, she moved her sore body out the door and right to the other room. Blocks and toys drifted out of the path of her feet as she reached the crib where her baby stood, hands on the bars of his baby jail. The face of her son shifted from a lonely pout to a gleeful smile the moment he saw her. As she picked up the ginger boy only clad in a diaper, the weight of everything came back to her. The papers she had to grade, the hunger in her stomach that needed to be sated, the messy process of feeding Nathan, the horrific school shooting she’d narrowly averted, the small amount of time she had before she would go to sleep and meet the next day. “Are you hungry?” she cooed as she went to their kitchenette, plopping Nathan in his high chair while trying to ignore the crushing feeling in her chest.
Turning the oven back on, the knob jabbed her with guilt of having wasted her husband’s kindness earlier. Normally he’d be there before he went to his graveyard shift, Jean’s exhaustion from school blowing away in his presence. Instead she now sat at the table multitasking, feeding Nathan some green goop from a Gerber jar with one hand while planning out her next week of lessons on a laptop with most of her attention. Nathan spit out his third bite in a row, spit and slop dribbling down, Jean wasting no time in dabbing at it with a damp paper towel. An intrusive thought came to mind, not for the first time and most definitely not for the last, as she imagined using her power to have him eat without fuss. She’d decided to herself while she was pregnant with him that she wanted to raise him as a human. To feels his weight and warmth with her own arms rather than shove him about telekenetically. To understand his needs and emotions as any mother would without probing into his undeveloped mind. To implant suggestions into another mind and interrupt their free will, their agency and autonomy, was not something she wished to ever do to anyone. The effects it might have on a mind, especially a developing one, was something she didn’t not want to consider. And once in her life, she had done it, just earlier today. Putting the baby spoon down, she stood, rushing to the sink, face growing hot and sweat beading down her neck. Her throat seared as she belched up a dollop of stomach acid, her hair floating away from her face as she hacked her lungs out. Face tightening as it grew red, she choked back tears while her sinuses burned. Once she finished, she turned back to the room, sinking to the ground. Looking back up to Nathan as she sniffled, he was arched to look over at her. “Ma, ma, ma, ma,” he mewled.
“I’m okay sweetie,” croaked out Jean’s reassuring lie.
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Flopping down on the couch with a plate of enchiladas, Jean reached for the remote, Nathan scampering about with the barrier blocking the way out of the living area. Sinking back in the seat, she put on the TV for background noise while she considered the teen she’d stopped early today. Fearing for his mental health (from both before and after her incursion…), she struggled to find an answer. Maybe she wouldn’t, but there needed to be some kind of outreach. She considered poking around online, or even just finding him and trying to talk it out. Not interested in news reruns, she took a bite before changing the channel, only to find the news still playing reruns. The same ones. Adjusting her sitting she continued, but the next two stations were all on the same note, just with different commentators. A terrorist attack had occurred in Metropolis, the footage not of the police and firefighters, but mostly focused on the red and blue, a single man who defyed all human logic and science in his caped crusade against a terrible toymaking terror. It wasn’t the new Hollywood blockbuster. It was very real.
Half chewed food still in her mouth, Jean slumped back in her seat. Nathan whizzed by, giggling happily in whatever made up game he was playing. Jean wished she could capture that carefree attitude as her already tired brain struggled against the implications unfolding right in front of her.
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Jean didn’t sleep well that night. She only ever got a few hours, but that nap made her sleep schedule even worse. She’d been lying in bed for a couple hours when Scott came home a little earlier than normal, quiet as a mouse. She laid still in bed trying to get some rest as he went about his eve, tidying, watching TV at the lowest possible volume, checking on Nate every time he stirred. She must have found some comfort in that unchanged routine, for she awoke at 6 to the buzz of her alarm. The news didn’t come up as she went about starting her day and Scott went about stopping his. There was a tacit understanding: no one knew what the future held, and it wasn’t worth putting their life on hold just to speculate. Mornings were a time to get hectic and prep for the day to come, where the afternoon and evening were better for talking, if Nate wasn’t particularly rambunctious in between his regular naps. Jean gave Scott a peck on the cheek before heading off to school, Scott’s shoulders looking heavy as he headed off into his own balancing act of sleep and (baby)sitting.
Her day at school was certainly more interesting than average, not that yesterday would be surpassed any time soon. But discussion of current events could only be tolerated for so long in the face of Jean’s lesson plan.
“So, let’s say you hear that a friend got hurt. Maybe they broke their leg or were in an accident. What do you think is the worst way you could say ‘get well soon’?” There was a silence as everyone put in some thought. Or, well, Jean wanted to think that, but the glimpses she got into those small heads before she closed herself off weren’t exactly promising. Kicking the gears into motion, she started, a marker squeaking on the whiteboard, “Giving them a signed card would be a good way, but a bad way might be, say...” She stepped to the side, her red lettering reading out ‘gws ttyl lol’. “A text message no one can read maybe isn’t the best idea.” She smiled slightly at the confused faces trying to make out the shortened words.
“Goood wall son, tattley lol?” A few giggles sounded, Jean cracking a warm smile. “‘Get well soon, talk to you later, laughing out loud...but I like yours, Dominic!” Drawing a heart she said, “Oh, but we can add some emojis!” A few more giggles. “Does anyone want to tell me why they think it’s not the best idea to say it like that?”
After a few seconds, a hand went up. “Because you can’t understand?”
“True! But even if the message does get across, a card feels much more personal. Same if you called them, or went to go see them in person. Which of those would you like the best if you were in the hurt?”
Hands went up a bit quicker. Jean picked them out one by one. “A card because I can remember.” “Uhhh, if I can’t go out and see my friends then I would be happy if they came to see me!”
“Right! When someone is thoughtful, or doing something personal, it makes you happy. A text message can be a good way to let a friend know what you’re doing, but it’s easier. Especially if you use emoji or lazy language. And if you’re trying to tell someone you care about them then you don’t want to come across as lazy. Even with a card you still had to pick it out and spend money on it: there’s a gesture there. So-”
“Mrs. Grey?” came a whisper from the door. Spotting the thick rimmed glasses and short white hair of Mrs. Herb, she gave a curt nod to her class before shuffling to the door. “What is this about cards? We have testing coming up.”
Jean spoke in hushed tones, “It’s English, it’s just more...fundamental. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and yesterday-”
Mrs. Herb’s lips went thin. “Well...you’re doing good for your first year, but don’t push it.” She moved along, leaving Jean to her business. A tad flustered, she returned, trying to pick things back up from where she left off.
She’d been thinking about it a lot lately. Which is to say, since last night. Language didn’t concern merely words. Color was a language. Blue could be sadness but it could also be calming, relaxing. A sign that there was no danger. Red could be the inverse, that of aggression, but not as a secondary color to blue. It also meant passion, like that of love. Yellow, happiness and joy. A shield worked as a symbol of protection and defensiveness. The ‘S’…
Super, of course.
Someone was out there, putting their life on the line to protect people from threats that couldn’t be comprehended. In barely even 24 hours other stories were starting to filter in as well. The world was changing, and quickly, yet at the forefront of it all was a man who didn’t entirely need words to show what he was fighting for. Many were reacting with fear and anxiety, that someone so strong was right in their midst. Certainly a number of fear mongering headlines were espousing that very same sentiment. But Jean couldn’t see it that way, not in the least. Thinking on it too much had her beating back tears. She couldn’t escape the thought, the want for someone like her doing the very same thing. She thought of that mutant child, still out there, abandoned and alone.
Her mouth was dry, that evening, as she once again made the climb to her apartment. Then she had been sluggish and exhausted, now she might as well have flown. Reaching the door, she came in to see Scott on the couch, Nathan sitting in his lap sucking on his own fingers as the TV played. She wondered if he was sleeping or not until he turned his head to her and smiled. She loved him so god dang much.
And that was going to make the next few minutes very difficult.
Choking back her emotions, she carefully approached, Scott sitting up as he sensed something amiss. “Everything good honey? How was work? Nothing-”
“No, nothing like yesterday!” A smile flashed to her face and quickly melted back into a look of apprehension and excitement. “Scott...I need to talk to you about something very important.” She took a seat next to him, Nathan reaching his arms to her. She took hold of him and brought him close.
Scott seemed to be staring, before his mouth slipped open in apparent realization. He choked, before saying, “Jean, uh, I love you and Nathan, but I just don’t think we have the finances to be thinking about another kid!”
Jean giggled. “No, no that’s not it.” Scott visibly relaxed. Jean bit her lip as she struggled to find the courage. Scott turned one eye on her, so she imagined, unable to see it through is sunglasses. “Don’t keep a guy waiting too long. You’re gonna make me wish I was the one who could read minds.”
Jean gave a laugh, unable to help herself around him. “Scott, I think...I think I want to become a superhero.”
Scott’s eyebrows shot up. His jaw hung a bit as he took a deep breath. She didn’t need to read his mind at all, drawing a breath and sucking her own lips in. With a slow exhale, he stole a glance at the TV, before clumsily admitting. “I think I’d rather talk about having another kid...”
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Talking about Nerds. Not trying to force anything but what team ups would you like to see in the game going forward?
Idk about team up, but I'd love to see the sparks that'd fly if Jean or Max-neato met up with Mr. Stark.
Calling all Mutant PCs: @Pacifista, @AndyC, @Hillan, anyone have designs on Jubilee?
Nope! The most important characters I have my eye on are the Morlocks lol.
I'm planning to take it at a casual pace and post every Sunday. Expect Firebird on the 11th and Titans to start on the 18th! Then I'll alternate them going forward. ;)
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
T E E N T I T A N S
T E E N T I T A N S
T E E N T I T A N S
"Saving the day, one stopped crime at a time. #TeenTitans #RoxxonRelief #LACrime #SuperheroWatch"
S T A R F I R E ♦ C Y B O R G ♦ R E D X ♦ B E A S T B O Y ♦ R A V E N
L O S A N G E L E S , C A L I F O R N I A
L O S A N G E L E S , C A L I F O R N I A
O R I G I N S:
An escaped alien prisoner stranded far away from home. A young genius stolen away to Apokolips and warped into an abomination before finding his way back. A mask without a name or face living as a corporate tool. A mutant having escaped the cult that still has his parents in their captivity. The progeny of an inter-dimensional tyrant who will herald in the Earth’s end. All under the thumb of a Roxxon Public Relations Manager who sees the opportunity to make all sorts of gains through taking advantage of these troubled youths. They are the Teen Titans.
Needless to say, these Titans are not a team, not yet. Right now they are stragglers who will come to find one another through circumstance, eventually being scooped up by their sponsor, Morgan Edge, in a bold publicity stunt. Under a public eye they’re meant to appeal too they’ll fight their battles and come to grow closer to one another and gradually work through their damage. A past that haunts them, they live in a present world of mounting chaos, and hold a future none could ever predict.
Needless to say, these Titans are not a team, not yet. Right now they are stragglers who will come to find one another through circumstance, eventually being scooped up by their sponsor, Morgan Edge, in a bold publicity stunt. Under a public eye they’re meant to appeal too they’ll fight their battles and come to grow closer to one another and gradually work through their damage. A past that haunts them, they live in a present world of mounting chaos, and hold a future none could ever predict.
S A M P L E P O S T:
The following is non-canonical and would be fleshed out if it were to be a part of the Titan’s story. As of now it’s merely a proof of concept to offer a picture of their general dynamic as a team.
An ear splitting groan creaked throughout the Los Angeles industrial district. The night was lit from many a small flames from all about the chemical refinery. News helicopters fluttered about like vultures, waiting for bodies to consume for their headlines. The groan echoed, the building buckled, then burst. A torrent of violet sludge erupted, first slipping, then shaping. It was joined by a glint of silver that plummeted with a reflexive scream, landing with a crash as asphalt broke away, the metal body unmarred.
“You good, buddy?” a voice came over his comm system.
As he let most of the ooze slop out of his mouth, the orifice tingling as his cleaning systems did their work to nullify any toxic or corrosive agents, Cyborg insisted, “Never been more glad to not have a sense of taste or smell, let’s say that.”
“Thaaaat’s the spirit.” There was a flash of green, a hawk shooting from the window. Beast Boy had a metal vial in his claws, and the purple mass lurched after him, forming a hand as if to pluck the bird from the sky. “Oh, so you do want this!”
“Ä̷̺͉́͑ź̷̮̻a̴̫̎͘r̸͓̺̕ǎ̷̲͝ẗ̷̼́͐ͅh̸̯̰̏̃ ̸͍̖͌̕M̸̫̆ě̴̫t̸̘̯̒r̴̬̙̈i̷̧̯͑̅o̷̻͋n̸̞̫̅͛ ̶̻̠̊Z̴̥͑ǐ̷̧̛n̶͙̊̆t̸͖͗h̶̝̐̊o̷͚͠s̸̪̗̋̈́!̸̢̡̤̘́͜” With words beyond the tongue of mortals, there was a rupture like a wave breaking against a shore, the purple mess splinting as a thin black mass like a spectral blade ripped through it. Beast Boy slowed down, flapping his wings as he hovered by Raven, who floated herself to his level. With a wave of her hand, the vial sunk into a blackness before being flung into the distance.
“Uh, did we need that?”
Purple mass of Plasmus shifting underneath them to follow, Raven murmured, “This place is set for demolition. There’s shouldn’t be anything important here.”
As the vial flew towards the edge of the compound, a black cape fluttered, the metal vial being plucked from the air. “Anything unusual should be investigated, especially if it can help us stop this monster.” Palm trained on the encroaching mass, Red X fired a few crimson crosses, the Xenothium meeting the muck before discharging energy, smoke billowing and a low scream rumbling. “Do we have signs of the main body? There must be a center.”
Raven opened her mouth, but a shrill battle cry came over the comms, then a burst of destruction and distortion. Another section of the complex erupted, green flashes piercing through the air, each blast blowing out the muck, each one piercing a bubble that looked like acid, the congregation on unlike the eyes of an insect. “Taste my fury, enemy of humanity!” Starfire jeered, smile wide as her bolts peppered the monster. The green bubbles of acid started to form throughout the whole body, fumes hissing from the building as its innards gradually began to melt.
“It mutated again?” X glanced down at the vial in his hands before stating, “I suspect we found the catalyst of this incident.”
Sonic cannon blasting back the mass, Cyborg growled, “Thank goodness for the diligence and integrity of our sponsors.”
“I can still hear you all!” their benefactor shouted from the safety of some office miles away. Morgan Edge grumbled, “Whatever, it’s not like you’re wrong. Just get in there and take the baddie out. Cy, set up some cameras and get a good team shot while you’re at it!”
Rolling his one humanoid eye, Cyborg cleared the area as the others came down, Beast Boy and Raven floating in moments before Starfire swooped by, Red X following suit and dropping down once he could as BB returned to his human form. Recognizing them as a threat, Plasmus gathered itself, the mass seeming to be endless at it continued to gurgle and spout its way out of the building, going higher and higher as it started to shape into a giant, its lower sections breaking down and reforming as it struggled to bear the weight of its own body.
“Have we decided a plan of attack, or shall we ‘go wild’, as it is said?”
“It-”
“Cyborg, can you use sonar or some other means of detection to find anything out of place in its makeup?”
“Th-”
“I’ve been trying, but no luck so far. It has too many dense areas, but if we start with those, then...”
“...”
“Can we let the lady speak, fellas?”
Mouths went shut, and all eyes turned to Raven. “I can detect exactly where its consciousness is coming from. I could ever since we got here.”
The group erupted into protest. “OH COME ON!” “And you failed to mention this until now?” “Wonderful job!” “Aw gee that’d have been great to know. “This mission has been underway for hours.” “We have hope even still!” “Before he slimed me!” “Actually, I take it back.” “Explain yourself.” “Peak comic timing.” “Hmm, yes, the delay is curious.”
Raven was completely unaffected, her face as placid as ever. When the four of them finally calmed down, she bit back, “No one asked.”
The banter was cut down buy a growl. Proportionally it was like a low murmur, but it rumbled the chests of all five Titans. Plasmus’s form had stabilized. Two massive, hulking arms, two stubby legs, a wide mouth complete with the shape of teeth, a head crowned with pustules of acid like spots on a mushroom. Their brief moment of downtime had left them. They shifted to battle poses at Red X’s words.
“Alright. We follow Raven’s lead. Titans: move-”
*click*
“Together!”
An ear splitting groan creaked throughout the Los Angeles industrial district. The night was lit from many a small flames from all about the chemical refinery. News helicopters fluttered about like vultures, waiting for bodies to consume for their headlines. The groan echoed, the building buckled, then burst. A torrent of violet sludge erupted, first slipping, then shaping. It was joined by a glint of silver that plummeted with a reflexive scream, landing with a crash as asphalt broke away, the metal body unmarred.
“You good, buddy?” a voice came over his comm system.
As he let most of the ooze slop out of his mouth, the orifice tingling as his cleaning systems did their work to nullify any toxic or corrosive agents, Cyborg insisted, “Never been more glad to not have a sense of taste or smell, let’s say that.”
“Thaaaat’s the spirit.” There was a flash of green, a hawk shooting from the window. Beast Boy had a metal vial in his claws, and the purple mass lurched after him, forming a hand as if to pluck the bird from the sky. “Oh, so you do want this!”
“Ä̷̺͉́͑ź̷̮̻a̴̫̎͘r̸͓̺̕ǎ̷̲͝ẗ̷̼́͐ͅh̸̯̰̏̃ ̸͍̖͌̕M̸̫̆ě̴̫t̸̘̯̒r̴̬̙̈i̷̧̯͑̅o̷̻͋n̸̞̫̅͛ ̶̻̠̊Z̴̥͑ǐ̷̧̛n̶͙̊̆t̸͖͗h̶̝̐̊o̷͚͠s̸̪̗̋̈́!̸̢̡̤̘́͜” With words beyond the tongue of mortals, there was a rupture like a wave breaking against a shore, the purple mess splinting as a thin black mass like a spectral blade ripped through it. Beast Boy slowed down, flapping his wings as he hovered by Raven, who floated herself to his level. With a wave of her hand, the vial sunk into a blackness before being flung into the distance.
“Uh, did we need that?”
Purple mass of Plasmus shifting underneath them to follow, Raven murmured, “This place is set for demolition. There’s shouldn’t be anything important here.”
As the vial flew towards the edge of the compound, a black cape fluttered, the metal vial being plucked from the air. “Anything unusual should be investigated, especially if it can help us stop this monster.” Palm trained on the encroaching mass, Red X fired a few crimson crosses, the Xenothium meeting the muck before discharging energy, smoke billowing and a low scream rumbling. “Do we have signs of the main body? There must be a center.”
Raven opened her mouth, but a shrill battle cry came over the comms, then a burst of destruction and distortion. Another section of the complex erupted, green flashes piercing through the air, each blast blowing out the muck, each one piercing a bubble that looked like acid, the congregation on unlike the eyes of an insect. “Taste my fury, enemy of humanity!” Starfire jeered, smile wide as her bolts peppered the monster. The green bubbles of acid started to form throughout the whole body, fumes hissing from the building as its innards gradually began to melt.
“It mutated again?” X glanced down at the vial in his hands before stating, “I suspect we found the catalyst of this incident.”
Sonic cannon blasting back the mass, Cyborg growled, “Thank goodness for the diligence and integrity of our sponsors.”
“I can still hear you all!” their benefactor shouted from the safety of some office miles away. Morgan Edge grumbled, “Whatever, it’s not like you’re wrong. Just get in there and take the baddie out. Cy, set up some cameras and get a good team shot while you’re at it!”
Rolling his one humanoid eye, Cyborg cleared the area as the others came down, Beast Boy and Raven floating in moments before Starfire swooped by, Red X following suit and dropping down once he could as BB returned to his human form. Recognizing them as a threat, Plasmus gathered itself, the mass seeming to be endless at it continued to gurgle and spout its way out of the building, going higher and higher as it started to shape into a giant, its lower sections breaking down and reforming as it struggled to bear the weight of its own body.
“Have we decided a plan of attack, or shall we ‘go wild’, as it is said?”
“It-”
“Cyborg, can you use sonar or some other means of detection to find anything out of place in its makeup?”
“Th-”
“I’ve been trying, but no luck so far. It has too many dense areas, but if we start with those, then...”
“...”
“Can we let the lady speak, fellas?”
Mouths went shut, and all eyes turned to Raven. “I can detect exactly where its consciousness is coming from. I could ever since we got here.”
The group erupted into protest. “OH COME ON!” “And you failed to mention this until now?” “Wonderful job!” “Aw gee that’d have been great to know. “This mission has been underway for hours.” “We have hope even still!” “Before he slimed me!” “Actually, I take it back.” “Explain yourself.” “Peak comic timing.” “Hmm, yes, the delay is curious.”
Raven was completely unaffected, her face as placid as ever. When the four of them finally calmed down, she bit back, “No one asked.”
“UGH!”
“Disappointing.”The banter was cut down buy a growl. Proportionally it was like a low murmur, but it rumbled the chests of all five Titans. Plasmus’s form had stabilized. Two massive, hulking arms, two stubby legs, a wide mouth complete with the shape of teeth, a head crowned with pustules of acid like spots on a mushroom. Their brief moment of downtime had left them. They shifted to battle poses at Red X’s words.
“Alright. We follow Raven’s lead. Titans: move-”
*click*
“Together!”
C A S T:
- The Team:
- Red X: A presumed orphan taken in by the Roxxon Corporation, trained from birth to undergo missions of espionage. He’s never been given a lasting designation, his newest simply happens to be ‘Red X’.
- Starfire: Princess Koriand’r of the Planet Tamaran. A political upheaval led to her imprisonment at the hands of Gordanian slavers. In transit, a freak accident had all the prisoners marked and ejected for later retrieval. Landing on Earth, she’s enjoying all the freedom she can.
- Beast Boy: After undergoing a mutation allowing him to turn into any animal, Garfield Logan’s parents sought help, entering the fold of the H.I.V.E. After several years of cultish indoctrination, they attempted to leave when they discovered various dark deeds they were up to. Beast Boy escaped alone despite their best efforts.
- Cyborg: Incredibly talented and the joy of his parents, Victor Stone was well on track to become a brilliant scientist when cruel fate intervened. He was whisked away to Apokolips and presumed missing or dead while his body was restructured from the ground up. After a year in that literal hell, he was able to escape back to the world he no longer had a place in.
- Raven: Angela Roth was a practitioner of the magical arts on Earth before a ritual gone awry drew her into the fold of Trigon, who forcibly sired an heir. Angela was returned to Earth with a curse in her belly, and every time she reached out a hand it was beaten back. Alone with her daughter Rachel, she came to resent that half-monster, yet could not leave her be lest she suffer Trigon’s wrath. Rachel grew up under that hatred and neglect until her 13th birthday, June 6th, when her father reached out to her in her dreams with his mission. Finally having someone to accept her, she followed his directives without question. The worst that could happen was the destruction of a world she had no attachment for...
- Morgan Edge: Public Relations Manager of Roxxon Corporation and general scumbag with no integrity. After a bunch of weird kids fall into his lap, he sees the chance to get in good with the higher ups by leaning into this new ‘superhero’ craze.
Notable Rogues: - Trigon: Inter-dimensional tyrant who sows the seeds of his lineage to conquer where he cannot tread.
- Brother Blood and the Headhunters of Volunteer Exceptionals (H.I.V.E.): A cultish group aiming to gather various underprivileged talents to give them a better path in life. Currently under CIA investigation for suspicious activities.
- Dr. Bedlam: A scientist from Apokolips who kidnapped Victor from Earth and pumped him full of tech before he escaped.
- Blackfire: Queen Komand’r of Tamaran. Responsible for Koriand’r’s apparent disappearance.
P O S T C A T A L O G:
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You make a valid point, and I'm sure Xavier and Eisenhardt are going to be extremely scared and worried about all of this. But, just as like, an hypothetical. Wouldn't it be crazy if like, Mr. Stark's empire and weaponry was built with metal and dependent on electricity, and his brain was full of thoughts?
Man. That'd be a real shame if something were to hypothetically happen to that.
Imagine having a brain full of thoughts, couldn't be me!
@Simple Unicycle denied noice
As the time of our lord and saviour @Master Bruce approaches with the IC... Other than your own, what concepts/characters are you most excited to see realised?
I mean we got a bunch of really cool sheets here
This is a tough one. I've only been in a handful of these games but they're always bustling with so much creative energy. Least Casual Casual RP I've ever seen I swear.
I'm biased towards Hillan's X-Men because I had a small part in inspiring it, and I'm really curious to see what he does with that original idea. @Byrd Man's Jack Hawkmoore is interesting because it's a character I have 0 familiarity with. After that...I'm reading everything anyway it's all good and interesting fuck you guys and your compelling ass superhero RPs ;~;
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