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DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

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DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

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DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

_{FALL OF JUSTICE: Superman}

ISSUE #1: Legacy

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_{Queensland Park ♦ Metropolis}

Conner Kent gave the strap around the loveseat a quick tug to make sure it was secure. Satisfied it was snugly in place, he kicked up the dolly with an exaggerated huff. The furniture was barely heavier than a baseball, truth be told, but he had to make a show of it for Tana's grandmother.

Kailani Moon was a short, grey-haired woman with eyes sharper than a hunting knife and little patience for bullshit. She was one of the first people in his life that only knew him as Conner, and keeping it that way had proven...arduous. Prior to his move to Metropolis, 'Conner' was just what his friends called him when they weren't wearing tights. He was a full-time superhero- he didn't have time for the mild-mannered life. Clark had insisted on it, however.

“We live among humanity, Kon-El. Not above it.”

Conner wheeled the dolly down the truck's ramp and up the stairs to Kailani's new apartment. For the last month and a half the old woman had been staying in a sketchy hotel in Suicide Slums while she negotiated the lease with her new landlord. The five decades before that were spent in Hawai'i with her late husband, a man Conner only knew by reputation and the several hundred framed photos he would be unpacking over the weekend. How a man that looked that happy could spend over fifty years with a woman as filled with piss and vinegar as nana the world would never know.

"If you scratch my hardwood floor I'll have your balls in a vice, Kent," Kailani called from the kitchen. She was busy unpacking enough silverware to feed a small army. He had to wonder what it was all for. From what Tana told him no one in her family had met for dinner at nana's in half her lifetime- and it wasn't just the distance from Metropolis to Honolulu that kept them apart.

Sighing, he lowered the love seat to the living room floor in front of the fireplace- just the spot she'd pointed him to earlier. "I wouldn't dream of it, Mrs. Moon.”

“Misses? God be good I didn’t spend a decade of my life earning a PhD to be called misses.”

He closed his eyes tight and took a slow, deliberate breath. ‘Patience, Conner. Don’t go losing your cool the first time you’re around her without Tana to watch your back.’

“I apologize, doctor-“

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Kaliani barked out a disbelieving laugh as she shuffled out of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to keep from falling over mid-laughing fit. “I can’t tell if you have the patience of a saint or if you’re just a pussy. I’m ribbing you, darling. Don’t take this old kook so seriously.”

He could feel his face turning dark red as he stood there, mouth half-open and stuttering for a response. Staring down Vandal hadn’t made him a fraction as nervous as this.

“Right,” he finally responded, running a hand through his hair. “You were testing me.”

“Damned right I was.” She grinned, stepping back into the kitchen long enough to retrieve a pair of steaming coffee mugs.

She pushed one into his hands and took a seat in the chair he’d just set down, ushering him to take the couch. Conner did so after a moment’s hesitation. He took a short sip of his coffee and grimaced.

“You have any creamer?”

Kaliani mirrored his grimace. “So you really are a pussy. No, that shit is vile. There’s sugar in a pot on the counter and milk in the refrigerator.”

Conner rolled his eyes as he moved to make the drink actually digestible. “So I take it I failed your test, then?”

“Oh, absolutely. Don’t feel bad about it, though; most people do. No one looks at a sweet old grandma and expects her to have a fucking spine. It throws people off, makes them easier to wrangle.”

“Is that what you got your degree in? People wrangling?” Conner asked, sitting back down.

“That’s an apt description of politics, I’d say.”

“Oh, so that’s where you got all the bullshit.”

“So the dog can bark!” Nana Moon smiled wryly. “Yes, I’ve met plenty of bulls who think they run the ranch just because they shit the hardest and we’re born with a cock between their legs. But my days of working with legislators is long behind me, I’m afraid. These days I’m a glorified Wikipedia search in heels, only they pay me and give me a fancy title like ‘advisor,’ ‘analyst’ or ‘expert.’”

Conner leaned back into the couch, raising an eyebrow. “You do TV interviews, don’t you? Tana’s shown me some of them.”

“Oh, God.” She groaned. “Unfortunately so. Being a talking head pays better than actually working for a living these days. I actually have a debate lined up with one of President Luthor’s goons on Godfrey’s network later today. We’re going to ‘discuss’ Luthor’s policy on the meta-human population. On today of all days!”

Today was the fourth anniversary of the disbanding of the Justice League. Conner felt the weight of that day on his shoulders every day- but it was never heavier than today. He tried to not let the anger show on his face, nodding to show Moon he was still listening.

“It’ll be a damned massacre. I can’t fathom why Luthor’s team would take me on if they’ll done an ounce of research. I’ve been studying meta-humans like you since the president was still pissing his diapers.”

Conner’s face twitched. Had he heard that right? Did she misspeak? He shifted uncomfortably in place, gripping his mug a little harder. “Oh yeah?” He asked as casually as possible.

Kaliani leapt from her loveseat with an athleticism fit for a woman half her age. "Ha, I knew it!" She jammed a finger toward Conner, her smile twisting with a triumphant glee, as if she'd won a game that he didn't even know they were playing. "You've got to work on your poker face, boy. You couldn't have been more obvious if you tried." She cackled.

Confusion and panic warred in his chest as Conner tried to clamp down on his emotions. He had no idea what the hell had given him away. "I'm really not sure what you're talking about," he laughed, failing to keep his nervousness from leaking out of every pore in his body.

Playing dumb didn't do anything to alleviate Moon's jubilant mood. She was practically dancing around the living room, coffee threatening to spill from her mug with every jolt and jump. She was supercharged, now, talking faster than her mouth could keep up. "You really did put quite a lot of work into your alter ego. Most people just forge a birth certificate and an I.D and call it a day. But fabricating a relationship with a former Daily Planet journalist? Getting yourself retroactively enrolled in three different schools? And a C.V as long as my arm- you almost got me."

His heart fell into his stomach. All that work he'd put into covering his tracks and it had already been undone by the first person that went looking. Kent let his anger and disappointment show in his falling posture and deepening frown. "Sounds like you did your research. What tipped you off?"

The old woman shrugged playfully. "I've been around a long time. Made a lot of friends that owe a lot of favors. None of your graduating class knew a Conner Kent, your social media accounts were all bought and edited within the last year and one of your old jobs is an ARGUS front. I'm guessing they helped you set all this up?"

Conner put his head in his hands. "A little, yeah. They told me it was bulletproof."

"ARGUS couldn't bulletproof a fucking kevlar vest if they had three trillion dollars and twenty years to do it." Kaliani said after she finished blowing a raspberry. "It doesn't help that you fly around in your tighty-whities with your whole, actual face showing. I'm honestly impressed nobody's taken a shot at 'Conner Kent' yet."

"Nobody ever goes looking," Conner admitted with a shrug. "Why would an indestructible alien choose to live as a normal person?"

Kaliani finally finished her victory lap and returned to her seat, still positively beaming. "Does Tana know?" She asked, and Conner responded with a hesitant nod. She continued: "She must've found it out for herself, too. I'm not half so good at this sort of thing as that girl. My darling baby practically lives and breathes this spy-detective shit."

"Yeah." He scoffed. "When I finally got around to telling her my big secret she just flicked me on the nose and told me 'I know.'" The two shared a laugh together and the tension finally drained from Conner's stomach. They spent the next half an hour talking about everything: her move from Hawai'i, his choice to take up the Superman mantle, and Conner and Tana's relationship. It didn't take long for Kaliani to interrogate Conner about when they were getting married and giving her great grand children. It was almost strange to hear a woman so...unorthodox as her ask about something so ordinary. There was a lot more to the old, cranky woman than Conner first assumed. Now he understood why Tana liked her so much, and insisted Conner spend time with her.

Just as Kent was standing up to continue unpacking the moving truck he heard something in the distance. He turned his head toward it, his eyes glazing over as he searched through layer after layer of buildings, roads and people for the source of the thunderous noise. An explosion. There was trouble.

"I gotta-" He started, but Kaliani had already waved him off.

"Go, already! If you stop to give me the 'this is a job for' speech I'll spit in your eye."

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: City Streets -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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A whirlwind kicked up in Graves’ chest as he watched Seele approach him. There was an easy confidence to the way the woman walked, as if her friends hadn’t just been trying to kill each other a couple minutes ago. It was bizarre to see her smiling like that- like all this was no big deal. It made him angry, confused. If she had an ounce of sense beneath all that empathy she’d leave him in the dirt to rot. But that wasn’t the kind of person she was.

The ghost of a smile possessed Graves’ pale lips. The wind in his chest rose up to his throat, clinging there like a welt. Graves was surprised to find he could talk at all. “Stay the hell away from me,” he hold her, as casually as if he was chatting about the weather. The storm brought with it a clarity he had never known before. It was like he was standing in the eye of a hurricane and saw some profound truth hanging in the sky above him.

‘I tried to kill you, dumbass. Learn a little self-preservation and walk away.’ The words stopped just at the top of his tongue, his eyes tracking over the guards that still stood around them. Graves had no intent of being dragged off to jail right after Seele had bailed him out. It would’ve made her life more complicated than it needed to be.

”Better off on my own. This working was always a long shot. No need to get teary-eyed about it. Good luck, n’ tell Rael…tell her she was right.” Graves pushed himself off the ground and turned, walking away.

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

@Supermaxx@PatientBean@King Kindred still around/interested?

@Sep

he do be back home. Will take me some time to go through the IC and catch myself up but I’m still here. If I do get a post out it’ll be Sunday my time, sooo three days from now.

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S U P E R M A N
S U P E R M A N

^{"I tried to convince him to carry on. I didn’t want to wear the cape. Didn’t feel like it fit me- especially me- of all people. But the world needs Superman."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Conner Kent _________________________________________________________ Kryptonian Clone | Auto Mechanic _________________________________________________________ Metropolis | Delaware | United States C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►In his alter ego Conner Kent owns and operates a small auto body shop in Metropolis, the Sins of Youth. He has a small apartment on the second floor where he keeps his meager personal belongings, including a small collection of souvenirs from his twelve years of super-heroics. He also has access to the Fortress of Solitude though he keeps his visits there seldom, feeling like he's intruding on someone else's home. I will fill this in with NPC and villain information as they come up. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Conner began his life in a test tube. He was created in a black site laboratory funded by the Department of Defense called Cadmus, whose goal was to create a loyal, easily-controlled clone of Superman. Conner was the only successful creation of the program before it was mothballed in 2010 following the formation of the Justice League. Making his appearance as the teen hero Superboy, Conner was quick to embroil himself in the superhero world. He joined a league-associated team of young heroes and began to foster a relationship with his namesake. The next eight years allowed Conner to grow into his own person. He battled numerous rogues from Superman’s stomping grounds and some new enemies of his own, including the Doctor Westfield, former head of Cadmus that sought to reassert control over his creation. Conner began and ended several relationships, left and joined more than one super team, and was briefly tricked into helping Lex Luthor. Through it all Conner grew even closer to Superman, whom he would come to find was also the journalist Clark Kent, who’d come to be something of an older brother to him. Times were tumultuous, but they were good, too. Then there was Despero. Conner wasn’t there for the attack on the Hall of Justice but he heard it was brutal. People died, including the love of Clark’s life. The Justice League collapsed. Superman retired. Everything that Conner thought of as permanent fixtures of his world were all gone in a single week. Devastated, angry and grieving, he sought Clark out and tried to convince the man to not give up- to fight his grief and refuse to let it consume him. Conner failed to convince the old man. Conner left the farm and wouldn’t return for nearly three years. In that time the world was left without one of its mightest protectors. Try as he did to carry on as Superboy, Conner felt the absence of his mentor sharply- and so did everyone around him, he found. Hesitant to open old wounds but sure of the need, he flew back to Smallville. Conner offered his apologies, his condolences, and made a suggestion: into such a time as Clark was willing to return, Conner would wear the mantle of Superman. Clark saw the transfer of his legacy as more permanent than that, stubborn old man that he was. He handed Conner the keys to the Fortress of Solitude and bid him good luck in his efforts. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I've talked at length about my love for Superboy before so my applying for Conner shouldn't come as a shock. Something I haven't done with him yet but have always wanted to is put him in the role of Superman. I find the idea of him taking up the mantle fascinating, if only because he's such a strange fit for the trunks. He isn't the same kind of man Clark is, and likely never will be: Conner has an edge to him, an uncertainty in himself, and a streak of anti-authoritarianism that I hope to explore in detail this run. Conner was the one-time property of the U.S government, after all, and now he's Superman- there will assuredly come a day when they want to repossess what is rightfully theirs. His relationship with Clark and Jon will play an important role in this story. His feeling toward his old mentor have changed drastically since Clark's retirement. Conner's unabashed admiration for the man has dwindled, leaving him feeling disappointed, angry and even a bit betrayed for how things ended. Conner doesn't want to be Superman. He wants Clark to overcome the grief and self-doubt that's been holding him down and return to the mantle that truly belongs to him. Four years have passed and that hasn't happened yet, however, and Conner can only hold out hope for so long. He's uncomfortable stepping into the shoes of Superman, believing himself unworthy of the legacy, but the necessity of the duty drives him forward regardless. One of Superman's loftier goals is the reestablishment of the Justice League. He feels its dissolution was a mistake even with the mounting political pressure behind it. Conner hopes to reach out to former members as well as his friends from other teams in the hopes of rebuilding it before another major attack, like Despero, can catch them off-guard.

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@Supermaxx you just gave me a new idea.

@Retired

oh boy

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

S U P E R M A N
S U P E R M A N

^{"I tried to convince him to carry on. I didn’t want to wear the cape. Didn’t feel like it fit me- especially me- of all people. But the world needs Superman."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Conner Kent _________________________________________________________ Kryptonian Clone | Auto Mechanic _________________________________________________________ Metropolis | Delaware | United States C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►In his alter ego Conner Kent owns and operates a small auto body shop in Metropolis, the Sins of Youth. He has a small apartment on the second floor where he keeps his meager personal belongings, including a small collection of souvenirs from his twelve years of super-heroics. He also has access to the Fortress of Solitude though he keeps his visits there seldom, feeling like he's intruding on someone else's home. I will fill this in with NPC and villain information as they come up. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Conner began his life in a test tube. He was created in a black site laboratory funded by the Department of Defense called Cadmus, whose goal was to create a loyal, easily-controlled clone of Superman. Conner was the only successful creation of the program before it was mothballed in 2010 following the formation of the Justice League. Making his appearance as the teen hero Superboy, Conner was quick to embroil himself in the superhero world. He joined a league-associated team of young heroes and began to foster a relationship with his namesake. The next eight years allowed Conner to grow into his own person. He battled numerous rogues from Superman’s stomping grounds and some new enemies of his own, including the Doctor Westfield, former head of Cadmus that sought to reassert control over his creation. Conner began and ended several relationships, left and joined more than one super team, and was briefly tricked into helping Lex Luthor. Through it all Conner grew even closer to Superman, whom he would come to find was also the journalist Clark Kent, who’d come to be something of an older brother to him. Times were tumultuous, but they were good, too. Then there was Despero. Conner wasn’t there for the attack on the Hall of Justice but he heard it was brutal. People died, including the love of Clark’s life. The Justice League collapsed. Superman retired. Everything that Conner thought of as permanent fixtures of his world were all gone in a single week. Devastated, angry and grieving, he sought Clark out and tried to convince the man to not give up- to fight his grief and refuse to let it consume him. Conner failed to convince the old man. Conner left the farm and wouldn’t return for nearly three years. In that time the world was left without one of its mightest protectors. Try as he did to carry on as Superboy, Conner felt the absence of his mentor sharply- and so did everyone around him, he found. Hesitant to open old wounds but sure of the need, he flew back to Smallville. Conner offered his apologies, his condolences, and made a suggestion: into such a time as Clark was willing to return, Conner would wear the mantle of Superman. Clark saw the transfer of his legacy as more permanent than that, stubborn old man that he was. He handed Conner the keys to the Fortress of Solitude and bid him good luck in his efforts. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I've talked at length about my love for Superboy before so my applying for Conner shouldn't come as a shock. Something I haven't done with him yet but have always wanted to is put him in the role of Superman. I find the idea of him taking up the mantle fascinating, if only because he's such a strange fit for the trunks. He isn't the same kind of man Clark is, and likely never will be: Conner has an edge to him, an uncertainty in himself, and a streak of anti-authoritarianism that I hope to explore in detail this run. Conner was the one-time property of the U.S government, after all, and now he's Superman- there will assuredly come a day when they want to repossess what is rightfully theirs. His relationship with Clark and Jon will play an important role in this story. His feeling toward his old mentor have changed drastically since Clark's retirement. Conner's unabashed admiration for the man has dwindled, leaving him feeling disappointed, angry and even a bit betrayed for how things ended. Conner doesn't want to be Superman. He wants Clark to overcome the grief and self-doubt that's been holding him down and return to the mantle that truly belongs to him. Four years have passed and that hasn't happened yet, however, and Conner can only hold out hope for so long. He's uncomfortable stepping into the shoes of Superman, believing himself unworthy of the legacy, but the necessity of the duty drives him forward regardless. One of Superman's loftier goals is the reestablishment of the Justice League. He feels its dissolution was a mistake even with the mounting political pressure behind it. Conner hopes to reach out to former members as well as his friends from other teams in the hopes of rebuilding it before another major attack, like Despero, can catch them off-guard.

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@Supermaxx

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Our S-Shield wearing heroes might not be at odds then.

@Sep

I am intrigued

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

Putting together a Kon-El as Superman sheet that I hope to have up either tonight or tomorrow depending on how busy I am. Leaving room for a number of other Super legacies like Jon, Kara and Steel. Still debating what I want to do with Kal but I probably won’t War World him like the current Superman run did. Though admittedly that run kicks so much ass so really who knows.