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And then things got real uncomfortable real quick.
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And then things got real uncomfortable real quick.
@Roosan But as an inanimate construct of electronic code the Guild doesn't feel discomfort and pain upon a blatant misspelling. We, the people (and me for a given value of "person"), do. D:
Whatever you say, Kenny.
@Ruby
Hmmm...
Hmmm...
Now I have to decide whether I want to make an original character or grab another cannon one...
On the one hand there's Mr. Freeze Deathstroke Bane so many good cannon characters I could take for a spin.
On the other, I do love making characters, even if I don't like searching for art.
Cannon characters? Hmm... You know, I can't think of any that use cannons. :P All kinds of canon characters, though.
@ProProDid...Did you just call me Kenny... *Sad Face*
Yup! Both Kenpachi and Kenshin could be nicknamed in such a way. I could call you KKK if that makes you feel any better. ;D
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Batman's hard to shoot when he sees you first.
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Why do you think Death was there?
For those curious, it went:
Zatanna --> Constantine --> Dream --> Death
If you start allowing multiple characters, I'd be supremely tempted to play Constantine. Ridiculously so.
@LokiLeo789 Let me know if you're ok with where Unagi dictated your lieutenant to be. If you'd rather he be doing something else I'm happy to edit my post.
Just like the other captains, Unagi Tsunami answered the call to meet. It wasn't too often that they all gathered in one location like this, so it must have been a rather special occasion. That's what Unagi thought, anyway. Well special occasion or not, he wasn't going to let Seireitei and the Soul Society suffer any lack of defense or vigilance. Rather than dismissing his bankai, he instead kept the skyship crewed with his lieutenant and a number of seated officers familiar with its workings. That way they could keep an eye out for trouble and respond in an appropriate and timely manner. Of course, things were always calm in Seireitei, save for the odd bullying of the 4th division by someone from the 11th. For this reason most thought that Unagi was going a bit overboard with his constant patrol in the skies, and most of his men designated as "crewmen" saw no point in the job. As far as Unagi was concerned, they were free to disagree all they wanted. They didn't have to like it, and he'd let them express that all they wanted. But they still had to do it.
As such Captain Unagi attended the meeting in the clothing fashioned by his bankai, rather than his regular captain's haori. Anybody looking up and down the line of these esteemed men and women of the Gotei 13 could easily pick out which one of these did not belong. After all, a red coat clashed pretty strongly against the sea of white robes. Good thing nobody here had OCD. Or did they? Unagi didn't know and didn't particularly care. He was here for a big important briefing by the captain-commander, and hoo-boy was he excited for it!
Disappointment would be the end result. Captain-commander Sendo gathered them all to tell them that hollow activity was up (big woop, they already knew that) and that everyone except for a scant few were dismissed. Then what was the point of gathering everyone? Grumbling, but not daring to show his irritation to the captain-commander, Unagi left the meeting room with all the grace and decorum of a drunken octopus. Soon as they were outside the doors, Unagi spotted the captain of the 11th, the current Kenpachi, and his old buddy: Kuroda Kenshin.
"He-e-ey there, Kenny," he spat, putting his arm around Kuroda's shoulder. "You ever keep up with human world affairs? If you did then you'd know that your name has got a looot of unfortunate implications over in the Americas. 'Kenpachi Kuroda Kenshin.' KKK. They're some mean and nasty people. Sake?"
Unagi produced a small hip flask of alcohol and offered it to Kuroda. If the other captain were to accept, he'd find that it was not sake in the flask, but spiced rum.
As such Captain Unagi attended the meeting in the clothing fashioned by his bankai, rather than his regular captain's haori. Anybody looking up and down the line of these esteemed men and women of the Gotei 13 could easily pick out which one of these did not belong. After all, a red coat clashed pretty strongly against the sea of white robes. Good thing nobody here had OCD. Or did they? Unagi didn't know and didn't particularly care. He was here for a big important briefing by the captain-commander, and hoo-boy was he excited for it!
Disappointment would be the end result. Captain-commander Sendo gathered them all to tell them that hollow activity was up (big woop, they already knew that) and that everyone except for a scant few were dismissed. Then what was the point of gathering everyone? Grumbling, but not daring to show his irritation to the captain-commander, Unagi left the meeting room with all the grace and decorum of a drunken octopus. Soon as they were outside the doors, Unagi spotted the captain of the 11th, the current Kenpachi, and his old buddy: Kuroda Kenshin.
"He-e-ey there, Kenny," he spat, putting his arm around Kuroda's shoulder. "You ever keep up with human world affairs? If you did then you'd know that your name has got a looot of unfortunate implications over in the Americas. 'Kenpachi Kuroda Kenshin.' KKK. They're some mean and nasty people. Sake?"
Unagi produced a small hip flask of alcohol and offered it to Kuroda. If the other captain were to accept, he'd find that it was not sake in the flask, but spiced rum.
Dick Grayson hung up his helmet as Damian Wayne addressed him in the child's usual superior and condescending tone. Other men would have been offended by a child talking back to them in such a manner. Dick was empathetic. There was no doubt in his mind that Damian was hurting more than most of them. He had only just begun getting to know his father, only for Bruce to up and vanish on them. Even if Bruce weren't the most emotionally available man, that couldn't be easy. Dick could understand Damian's pain because they were both missing their father. Instead of talking back or stopping the new, youngest Robin, Dick spoke to the boy in a reassuring voice. "It's alright to be angry, Damian. Just make sure you keep it focused."
And with that Damian had left the cave. Dick approached Helena and Alfred at the bat computer just as she began pointing out just how convenient it was for Bruce to vanish right when the League of Assassins shows up and claims a foothold. "Bruce goes dark and suddenly the League shows up?...what the absolute fuck? They're making organized crime folk real nervous. More nervous than the idea of this Cave makes them." He looked over the computer as she spoke, taking mental notes. It was definitely suspicious, he had to admit as much. Though in his mind they had to determine who was leading the League in this endeavor. Ra's? Talia? Shiva? Another high ranking member? Most likely it would be Ra's or Talia, since they both have a personal stake in the Batman and nobody else would dare to make a move without the consent of one of them. No matter who it was, the Batfamily had their work cut out.
"Speaking of which," the next part Helena threw out carefully, or as carefully as she could, "I called Barry, who talked to both Kal and Di, and the Justice League doesn't know where Bruce is. They haven't heard from or seen him since the Grodd incident a month ago. I had to remind Barry how much Batman dislikes metahumans in this city to keep the League from showing up to help us find him. And nothing from the Mafia world--there was one guy who belongs to what remains of the Maroni clan that was talking up a storm about killing Batman, but unless Bruce suddenly got slow, stupid, and clumsy than this guy is lying. Nobody else even claiming to know anything. A lot of people that know people that know people that heard things, maybe, but that's it. Fair to say the underworld has no idea where he is, or what happened to him, either."
"Yeah," Dick responded, his arms crossed as he studied the computer. "I reached out to the League myself, as well as some others. The Titans and the Outsiders are at a complete loss too. I even made contact with Jason Blood, and he swears that Bruce hasn't crossed on. He's out there somewhere, we just need to find out where." Grayson took over the computer and began running some simulations of his own, looking over satellite images of the Nykawa Center. He viewed it from every angle he could find and inspected each image pixel by pixel for every possible opening. The place was well defended alright, just as you might expect from the League. Some of the security was obvious. Those were the decoys, probably hired muscle that had no idea who was actually there. To the trained eye, to anybody familiar with the League and their ways, one could spot places where an assassin might lurk. Of course they wouldn't appear on the satellite feed directly, they were too good for that, but Dick could see the best vantage points they'd keep a lookout from.
"This is a one man job," he announced, pulling away from the computer. "I'm going in and I'm finding everything they know about Bruce's disappearance. Helena, I'd like you to keep your ear to the pavement. If you have even one contact you haven't turned over, no matter how insignificant, it's worth checking out. Alfred, when Tim gets here tell him to patrol the streets. Damian's been pushing himself too hard and he needs backup, no matter what the boy says."
There it was, the natural leadership and command of Dick Grayson. As he spoke, he made sure that every word he uttered sounded intensely important, because it was. He made everyone's duty sound crucial, because it was. "I've got one more member of our team that I need to call. Hopefully she can help me get in the Nykawa Center undetected." Dick stripped off his motorcycle leathers to reveal his black and blue Nightwing costume, and neatly folded them in a nearby locker. Once that was done he put on his black domino mask and strut back to his motorcycle. As he got on and revved the engine, Dick activated the earpiece in his right ear.
"Evening Babs. How're you doing?"
"Hey there, Dick. What's going on? You only call anymore when you want something," came the voice of a slightly irritated and slightly flirty Barbara Gordon.
"I can mix business with pleasure, but since you mentioned it, why don't you monitor any electronic signals coming to and from the Nykawa Center and see what you can find?"
"Does this have to do with Bruce?" she asked back.
"Got it in one, just like you always do."
"Done."
And with that Damian had left the cave. Dick approached Helena and Alfred at the bat computer just as she began pointing out just how convenient it was for Bruce to vanish right when the League of Assassins shows up and claims a foothold. "Bruce goes dark and suddenly the League shows up?...what the absolute fuck? They're making organized crime folk real nervous. More nervous than the idea of this Cave makes them." He looked over the computer as she spoke, taking mental notes. It was definitely suspicious, he had to admit as much. Though in his mind they had to determine who was leading the League in this endeavor. Ra's? Talia? Shiva? Another high ranking member? Most likely it would be Ra's or Talia, since they both have a personal stake in the Batman and nobody else would dare to make a move without the consent of one of them. No matter who it was, the Batfamily had their work cut out.
"Speaking of which," the next part Helena threw out carefully, or as carefully as she could, "I called Barry, who talked to both Kal and Di, and the Justice League doesn't know where Bruce is. They haven't heard from or seen him since the Grodd incident a month ago. I had to remind Barry how much Batman dislikes metahumans in this city to keep the League from showing up to help us find him. And nothing from the Mafia world--there was one guy who belongs to what remains of the Maroni clan that was talking up a storm about killing Batman, but unless Bruce suddenly got slow, stupid, and clumsy than this guy is lying. Nobody else even claiming to know anything. A lot of people that know people that know people that heard things, maybe, but that's it. Fair to say the underworld has no idea where he is, or what happened to him, either."
"Yeah," Dick responded, his arms crossed as he studied the computer. "I reached out to the League myself, as well as some others. The Titans and the Outsiders are at a complete loss too. I even made contact with Jason Blood, and he swears that Bruce hasn't crossed on. He's out there somewhere, we just need to find out where." Grayson took over the computer and began running some simulations of his own, looking over satellite images of the Nykawa Center. He viewed it from every angle he could find and inspected each image pixel by pixel for every possible opening. The place was well defended alright, just as you might expect from the League. Some of the security was obvious. Those were the decoys, probably hired muscle that had no idea who was actually there. To the trained eye, to anybody familiar with the League and their ways, one could spot places where an assassin might lurk. Of course they wouldn't appear on the satellite feed directly, they were too good for that, but Dick could see the best vantage points they'd keep a lookout from.
"This is a one man job," he announced, pulling away from the computer. "I'm going in and I'm finding everything they know about Bruce's disappearance. Helena, I'd like you to keep your ear to the pavement. If you have even one contact you haven't turned over, no matter how insignificant, it's worth checking out. Alfred, when Tim gets here tell him to patrol the streets. Damian's been pushing himself too hard and he needs backup, no matter what the boy says."
There it was, the natural leadership and command of Dick Grayson. As he spoke, he made sure that every word he uttered sounded intensely important, because it was. He made everyone's duty sound crucial, because it was. "I've got one more member of our team that I need to call. Hopefully she can help me get in the Nykawa Center undetected." Dick stripped off his motorcycle leathers to reveal his black and blue Nightwing costume, and neatly folded them in a nearby locker. Once that was done he put on his black domino mask and strut back to his motorcycle. As he got on and revved the engine, Dick activated the earpiece in his right ear.
"Evening Babs. How're you doing?"
"Hey there, Dick. What's going on? You only call anymore when you want something," came the voice of a slightly irritated and slightly flirty Barbara Gordon.
"I can mix business with pleasure, but since you mentioned it, why don't you monitor any electronic signals coming to and from the Nykawa Center and see what you can find?"
"Does this have to do with Bruce?" she asked back.
"Got it in one, just like you always do."
"Done."
Also I totally didn't expect any of the Endless, or any Vertigo based characters, showing up. *Crosses fingers for John Constantine*
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