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Cameron Mahkent :// Icicle Jr.
Location:
Back seat of Joe's Deli Meats truck, Gotham.
Mood: Excited.
Interactions: N/A.
Cameron had never been one for questions. He was a do-er. Life was better like that- fun, even. His father berated him for it, but his lack of questions was what had landed him this gig. The crazy guy in the robe- Zeus, or some shit- had hired him for an easy cash grab. One that'd set him up well after his escape from the Asylum a couple of months back. Things had been slow for Cam and Pops wasn't too generous with his own funds. "I'll show him," Cam thought to himself.

The instructions he'd been given were simple. Sit tight in the back of some moving truck, protect some product, and get his cash at the drop-site; the Iceberg Lounge. He'd heard that his father was going to be dining there for whatever illicit business he had going on. Cameron was highly anticipating the look on his dad's face when he walked past him with a duffle bag full of cash. What Cam hadn't expected was the giant vats of Elixir sitting in the back of the truck. The four of them his height, and much more. He almost drooled as he moved closer to the containers, the green liquid illuminated his skin, and mixed in with his icy blue eyes, giving them a turquoise hue as he knocked against the glass. This was the shit.

"Yo, Diana," Cam grinned over at the sexy brunette from earlier. Skimpy metallic outfit and bow in hand that made her look like an Amazon. Hell, the warehouse was filled with people doing some sort of cosplay for the Olympian gods. Thankfully, the only sane one it seemed was also the only hot one. "Let's do this Elixir and fuck or some shit, babe." His laugh echoed throughout the warehouse.

Diana wasn't too fond of his advances. She answered with some jibe at his leather jacket, and that she'd gouge his eyes out with her arrows. Scratch that, none of these motherfuckers were sane.

Alas, Cam plopped down onto the metal bench at the side of the truck's loading dock. Inside of it was a man whose outfit completely contrasted the Greek get-up of the others. This guy had a jet black rifle tucked onto his lap, thick kevlar armor like some sort of S.W.A.T. guy, and a helmet with a dark visor sheathing his face. The mirrors to his left revealed the backs of the driver and the man in the shotgun seat. Each donning the same attire.


"Hmph, guess I'm under dressed for this shit, eh?"Cameron chuckled dryly. No response... He didn't need one. As the "commercial truck" took off from the warehouse location, Cam's body temperature dropped significantly. Cold whisps of air escaped his lips as crystals of ice coated the entirety of his skin.

Whoever or whatever tried their hands at his money would be getting major frostbite tonight.
 
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Waylon Jones :// Killer Croc.
Location: Back seat of U-HAUL truck, Gotham outskirts.
Mood: Infuriated, Hungry, Vengeful.
Interactions: N/A.
Waylon Jones was far from a nice guy. He loved only 3 things: his quiet, his food, and Orca. All of that was stolen from him some of the nights before in his sewer den. He’d been doing good, really. Batman was dead, and that served as a wake-up call for Waylon. The crime was going to be a thing of the past- why partake in petty cash grabs and heist for money to spend in a world that berated him? He didn’t belong, and yet the other menaces to society refused to leave him be.

It was all so quick. The butchered animals stored for later began to burn before the sewers were filled with excruciating heat. Footsteps of troops echoed all around him, and a foul odor besides the wasted food filled his nostrils. It was then that he lost his footing, the world around him spiraling before it was no more. He’d been drugged.

He’d woken up chained and with a big-bellied man in a white rob standing overtop him. Around him was a warehouse filled with moving trucks like the one he was in now. All of them varying in brands, but identical in stature. A series of decoys, Waylon figured.

“Deliver my men safely to the designated location, and you and Orca will be reunited… Along with all the belongings that we stripped you of... Do it for the baby, Waylon.”

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Waylon could not stop thinking about his killer dolphin. How they might be hurting her, or the child that they had on the way. He was never good at keeping his anger in check, and so the blood-stained walls and limbs scattered across the loading space of the truck attested to that. He didn’t need a partner when it came to protecting the glowing green stuff.

Waylon knelt at the back door of the truck, constantly sniffing and identifying new smells. If an intruder was near, he would know, and they would join the soldier spread out in all 4 corners of the moving truck. The one that had left kevlar all over his sharpened teeth.

He was a silent predator waiting to strike. Desperately hoping that someone would give him an outlet to lash out.
 
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Basil Karlo :// Clayface
Location: Motorbike outside of O'Malley's
Mood: Twisted, Itching for a Brawl
Interactions: N/A

He wasn't there for the money or any more power than he already had. He wasn't even there for a cut of the 'Lixr. It didn't affect his chemistry as it did to those pathetic weaklings called humans. It was enough that he was waiting on one to get to its destination. The back of O'Malley's seemed like anywhere sketchy enough to receive the shipment...which meant there wasn't gonna be a shipment. At least not on this night. Basil sat on his motorbike and cackled out a high laugh from a buxom, big busted form. They wouldn't see him coming as a woman as sexist as that was. Clayface changed with the times and now the more distracting one was the better.

"The better to taste you with my dear," he spoke, licking its glossy lips in sheer anticipation.

This location had to be one of the fraudulent drops. No way was-- Clayface didn't even dare think of them being that stupid to bring the shit through this meager-ass bar. However, He was ready to bring one helluva fight through the front, back, sides and even underneath this place. Not because he had to....but, because he wanted to. It'd been a while since he'd felt the crunch of bone or the slosh of blood beneath his feet. And tonight, of any and all nights, he was feeling that itch rise. He counted on it. The truck pulled in, heavy and loud with the sound of rolling vats. Clayface stepped off the motorbike and began walking toward his "ward", with a sadistically sick grin twisting on his otherwise unassuming face.
 
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mood
ready for action.
location
roof of gcpd.
outfit
raven suit.
mentions
everybody, blu-j, artemis, frankie, el diablo, enchantress.
tags
sublimed sublimed a z u l a a z u l a noxious noxious

Standing atop the Gotham City police station always brought Raven a sadistic sense of joy. As if the soles of his mud-stained boots over the concrete roof served as a major “fuck you” to the corrupt officers that’d neglected East Gotham growing up, and chased after himself and Batman while his mentor was still alive. Even now, with his new ragtag gang of brothers, the police refused to acknowledge the good that they were doing- the good that wouldn’t be needed if they actually did their jobs.

The titanium wings of his suit hung limply from his back, scratches adorning its surface as a sort of memory for each battle he’d ensued in since undergoing surgery for neural fixation of the wings into his neck; The tiny, mole-looking module that controlled it at least. An impulse decision he’d made since Bruce’s death, but one that’d positively improved his crime-fighting. Mechanical wings that responded to your each and every thought was an upgrade on the battlefield. The constant subtle pulsation of pain was the only real downside.

The Sons of Gotham had already been briefed on the topic and so Raven simply sat against the ledge of the building. Bored as Blu-J went over the mission with the others. They’d been chasing Elixir for weeks now without any real advancement… At least not until Blu-J deciphered the method in which the drugs were being mass distributed. Mass distribution meant a shit ton of Elixir, enough of the stuff to accurately test its composition. Maybe find a cure for Wayne Enterprises to configure or the truckload might lead them straight to the distro.

With another glance back to the center gathering, Raven could tell that he, Frankie, and Blu-J had come up with a badass team. The Sons of Gotham were far too small to take on a challenge like this, and Gotham boasted an arsenal of masked freaks just as crazy enough as them to take on the villainy that plagued their city. So, over the course of the past several weeks, they’d planted pagers with potential allies. Heroes and freaks that could be called into action at any given time. Surrounding the hologram projection stemming from whatever gadget Blu-J had fixed onto the GCPD roof, they each watched intently, ready to march in battle like stallions at the race.

He grinned under the mask. A couple of weeks ago they’d just been the lucky few to be planted with Wayne Tech pagers. Now it was something out of the movies. Like the Avengers or some shit. Just... at night and with a shit load of black leather.

The holographs Blu-J had used to explain the ‘Elixir Epidemic’ as the papers called it soon shifted to a map of Gotham City. The bright blue illustration zoomed past buildings to several identical trucks, though only 3 of these trucks had bright red blinkers in the hologram. The others were decoys, Jay had mentioned, and those 3 would be the ones carrying the illustrious Elixir.

That was his queue; As the protege of Batman, Raven was best suited to lead. It might have been cocky, but none of Jay’s gadgets or the Wayne Tech pagers would be present if it wasn’t for his father’s money.

Another debt that he owed the Batman.

“We split up into teams. Alpha. Bravo. Charlie. Hit each of these trucks tonight.” Raven ordered, his voice much deeper than normal due to the voice modulator fixed into the chest of his suit. Always made him feel like a badass. Raven had made sure that a member of the Sons of Gotham was present on each team. They were trusting these people with the lives of the city, and at any point, in time they could be backstabbed or worse. He wasn’t going to risk that.

As he called out the team members of each squad, Raven passed around earpieces. An easier way to communicate with members of their miniature squads throughout the noise of combat and destruction; which hopefully would be kept at a minimum tonight.

The last earpiece went to Tigress, who he sported a smirk over before placing the earpiece in her hand. The white glass that covered his eyes through his mask twinkled over her for a moment as he stepped to her side and turned back to face the circle. He might have pulled a couple strings with Frankie and Blu-J to land her on Alpha with him.

“Keep civilians out of the crosshairs. Communicate. Find a lead and Rendez-Vous here with whatever you got.” Raven ordered again. “I don’t know any of you but you’re each here for a reason. Even the foulest of you.” His jaws clenched down at the last sentence, eyes fighting the urge to shift over to Enchantress and Diablo. Shifting his eyes towards the technological wonder of the team, Raven added, “Jay, forward the last known location of each shipment to our pagers. We won’t have the hologram on hand so keep us updated at all times.”

“Everybody stay in touch. Any questions?”


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"Stop the trucks, get the drugs, kick ass and look dope as hell while doin it? Yeah I think we can handle that Ray." Quake joked as he jumped down from the water tank where he was sitting and cracked his neck before taking an earpiece. As he connected it to the input slot on the side of his helmet he took a look around sizing up the... allies he'd have for this mission; up front and center, large and in charge like always was Raven with Blu J and Jester at his side as well Artemis and Impact standing close by, if there was anyone good enough to be called heroes in this city they'd be the first ones up for the official titles, next up were those on the other end of the spectrum, the ones who weren't exactly villains but you'd have your face laughed at for calling them heroes. Echidna was there in all her rumored scaly countenance and though it was his first time ever seeing her, he couldn't help but feel Goosebumps watching Enchantress just staring off like she was dead to the world, and then there was Enigma, it seemed like the perfect name since she seemed to have come out of nowhere, sitting close by with what seemed like a sharp eye on everyone there him included. And finally there was the edgy boys club, El Diablo, Pops and good ol Quake all strutting out in the all black, if there was one thing he could say about their group of inbetweeners it's that they had style.

If Quake was being completely honest with himself, if you'd asked him when he was just a street kid getting into fights and gazing out into the city that this'd be his life one day, that he'd be standing there in full costume among a bunch of people he could've never imagined even seeing in broad day light? He'd have laughed in your face and shook his head, but right now as the rain poured down on him and his powers seemed to magnify the droplets impact as they fell giving him the strange calm impacts in motion always did, Quake realized he wouldn't give up this feeling for anything in the world. This was his home, these were his people and if some pieces of shit thought they could put poison out onto the streets and get people killed he'd bring there world crashing down around them.

"Well then unless Red Wing over here has anything else to say" He clapped his hands together with the excitement only being a vigilante could give him, unconsciously using his powers to both increase the sound of his hands striking each other and send the rain falling onto him spraying away from the epicenter "How about we get this party started?"
 
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b l u e j a y




MOOD: Serious & Hyped
LOCATION: GCPD Roof
OUTFIT: essentially this.
TAGS: fin fin sublimed sublimed low fidelity low fidelity PRETTY HATE MACHINE. PRETTY HATE MACHINE.
MENTIONS:
Raven, Frankie, Grant, Impact; everyone
After weeks of gathering information ─ holed in his computer lair ─ and chasing the Elixir, Bluejay was finally slightly rewarded with the view from atop the GCPD building as everything came to a head. Things were starting to align and he couldn’t be more proud of Raven, Frankie, and himself for the group gathered on the roof. The group of which contained one of his favorite vigilantes, unfortunately there was no time to focus on that.

Resting on his knees, next to the projection gadget he’d installed earlier, Bluejay was pointing to things on a projected holograph splayed across the roof cement. He looked around the group as he explained the mission, giving the necessary info and otherwise keeping the run-down short. There were no jokes, references, or ‘funny business’ as Bluejay usually would have done. This was all important and he needed them to know that. The work put into this Elixir Mission would not go wasted.

Tapping the top of the projection gadget, a map of Gotham city popped up. ”There are several identical decoy trucks.” he starts, taking a quick glance around the group, and then pointing to three trucks blinking red. “These red-tagged ones are the important trucks. They have the Elixir. Do your best not to lose them once in sight - and please, keep the destruction to a minimum.” With that he let Raven take over the last of preparation. As Raven called out teams, handed out earpieces, and laid out a few ground rules, Bluejay took a second to shut off the gadget.

Almost effortlessly he inserted the earpiece and turned it on. Relaxing a little bit, he side-eyed Frankie with a questioning glance at the ‘foulest’ comment Raven made and then mock-soluted said commenter. Turning his right arm, he spent a moment tapping at a device embedded in the inner wrist of his suit. Then took out his pager and sent everyone their respective truck coordinates. ”Locations are being sent out...now!” Beeping rang out as everyone’s pagers went off.

Taking a second, he turned towards where Frankie was, made eye contact and sent a playful wink; restraining himself from being overly playful to limit familiarity, he gave Frankie a simple smile. All as if saying ‘have fun’ without words. In all honesty, Bluejay wasn’t too worried about the other two Sons of Gotham members, he knew they could hold their own.

Taking a deep breath, and readjusting his blue mask, he directed his attention to two people in the group of vigilantes. “Team Bravo. Grant, Impact. Looking forward to working with you. Ask your questions while you can and get ready, we’re headed to O’malleys!” A small smirk took place on his face and an excited glint shone in his eyes.

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BRING BLOOD
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WHAT A BLAST
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MOOD: It's a GODAMNED ARMS RACE.
LOCATION: GCPD Rooftop/ Iceberg Lounge Loading Docks
OUTFIT:
MENTIONS: Enchantress, Quake, Daphne.
TAGS: low fidelity low fidelity BELIAL. BELIAL. AbenSur AbenSur



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Frankie listened and nodded in accordance with everything Dom, or Raven in this circumstance, had to say. He took a look at his surroundings and mentally approved of the cast before him. They had their costumes and steel-eyed glances to enough to fill up a hippopotamus, easily. He refrained from blowing a big raspberry at the sight of them. Raven had good intentions for why he chose these people and Frankie had to pass at being a little professional.

"Alright," he said, taking in his part of the team. "I guess I'll take the point for us. We're going up against Cameron Mahkent a.k.a Icicle Jr. He's colder than a witch's perky tit, which means we gotta be quick about how we approach him." He looked at the brick muscle man that towered over his 5"10, and then to the mousy blonde who somehow contracted the bodily disease known as Enchantress. There was also an actress or whatever there, but he honestly felt like she could fall back and the three metas could easily take on their target.

Then he looked at Cullen. "Damn you, kid." he whispered before stepping to the edge of the roof. He looked down and a holographic screen appeared before his face. "Incoming payload in minus 6 minutes. And party?" he asked, responding to Quake and his query, "The party don't start till I walk in. Hope y'all can keep up." With that, he leaned backward and fell off the edge of the building. Doing a flip in mi-air, he landed on the ground from 7 stories up--feet first, like a cat. He then began to run his pace, northwest toward the Diamond District--jumping and vaulting over anything and anyone in his way.

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mood :
Stay ready ain’t gotta get ready

location :
GCPD Roof
outfit :
mentions :
Enchantress BELIAL. BELIAL. , Yin low fidelity low fidelity Raven fin fin

interactions :
Everyone
E C H I D N A
;; D I N A

It was easy to convince the little bird that she was doing this in an effort to clean up Gotham. There was no need to say anything really, she was fine with letting him believe what he wanted. Her true intentions were known only by herself and her boss, the two of them had talked over video chat in order to discuss what action she’d be taking. Elixir was becoming a large thorn in Leo’s side and quickly at that, interfering with his business and snatching some of his clients before he had a chance to blink. It was on her shoulders to remove the thorn, by any means necessary.

Echidna listened carefully while she scanned the ragtag group with her. She had encountered a few of them before, either as her normal persona or her current one. It was also a pleasure to see Enchantress in her element. She could imagine the damage that she’d cause on this little mission of theirs, if only they’d been placed on the same team. Echidna was sure that she’d be in for a good time then, if their last encounter was anything to go by. She couldn’t say that she was surprised by Impact’s presence. Gotham’s little beacon of hope had probably jumped at the chance to do a more good for the city.

By the time Blue-Jay had finished briefing them, Echidna was ready to get started. Dealing with the individual like Killer Croc meant that they’d have to put their head together. She couldn’t say that she was impressed by her team but she knew not to underestimate others for their lack of abilities. Echidna didn’t bother to wait for her teammates, they’d meet up at the location anyway. The metahuman simply headed off the side of the building, her feet sticking to the side of the building.
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YIN XIAO HUO.

mood: serious & focused.
location: gcpd o'malleys.
outfit: all black + motorcycle helmet.
mentions: the rooftop ensemble, specifically grant and bluejay.
tags: PRETTY HATE MACHINE. PRETTY HATE MACHINE. & noxious noxious


For such a well known hero, throughout the rooftop meeting Yin was nearly dead silent. She had received the message, the call to action, like everyone else atop the roof of Gotham's police department, yet her trust waned thin as she looked around at some of the faces. To call everybody present a hero would be an insult to the word. Some of the vigilantes did far more harm than good in her eyes, but she could recognize their need for man power. Impact had seen first hand just how deadly Elixir was once it hit the streets. The holographic presentation only solidified her iron will. She'd never understand people's temptation to try something that could kill them so easily, but so many of it's living victims claimed that it had been for the thrill of it. In her mind's eye, the hero could still recall walking into a local nightclub, eerily still in the bustling Saturday night lights. The music continued, the neon lights flashed, bass shook the walls, yet every living person that had been on the dance floor laid dead, piled atop of one another. Merely remembering that night made the hairs on the back of her neck raise; she was happy to contribute to getting it off the streets for good.

The pager attached to her belt beeped as Raven and Bluejay explained the ground rules for the night, and her eyebrows raised behind the mirrored visor of her motorcycle helmet. O'Malleys. That old dive bar? Their night was sure to be filled with excitement. Yin could hardly match Bluejay's excitement for the night as he turned to address her and Grant, but nevertheless, she was glad to have some seemingly competent men on her team. The woman pulled off her helmet, not to reveal her face but to lock eyes with Bluejay and Grant as she addressed them. Yin's face was a well kept secret, hidden behind a black neck gaiter pulled up to cover everything except her eyes, but from the furrow of her brow, her serious mood was not easily missed. "Glad to be working with you both," Impact said with a nod. "It seems like Bluejay's covered, but you need a ride. Let's go scope out the place." She told Grant, her low voice rumbling something akin to a tiger's purr, "Hope you like bike rides."

 
mood: ready to pounce
Artemis

It had already been two years of being Green Arrow's sidekick, but Artemis still felt the rush of every mission. She felt like a tiger trapped inside of a cage, trying to resist the urge to pace the rooftop as she waited to pounce. It was her fatal flaw, her impatience and eagerness to jump into battle without thinking before hand. It had gotten her in trouble her whole life, though Green Arrow was a much more forgiving teacher than her father had been.

Being part of a team really wasn't her style, the less people she had to depend on the better. Arrow had pushed her and Raven into a little side-kick play date mission when she'd first joined his team, and she'd instantly disliked him. He was always showing-off and trying to impress her, which only earned an eye-roll and teasing from her. They'd come across one another many times in the few years that Artemis had been under Green Arrow's wing, and though she refused to call him a friend, she might begrudgingly admit that she trusted him with her life.

At least, she wouldn't call him a friend until a few months ago. After the battle against Steppenwolf and the death of Batman, the entire world had been turned upside down. It was in his emotional state of grieving that Green Arrow had let it slip that Raven was Dominic Wayne, a friend of hers from Gotham high school. The two had a more than friendly relationship, but they'd never had the chance to explore where their relationship might go when Dom was taken in by his birth father, Bruce Wayne.

Since that unexpected revelation, Artemis had been avoiding Raven, patrolling areas he typically didn't and sticking to the shadows even more than usual. The two high school friends had only recently reconnected, it was hard for her to look at him giving orders and not see the boy who'd just lost his father. Ollie had asked her to keep an eye on him, so avoiding him had become quite hard but at least she could watch him from afar and not have to pretend he wasn't the same boy who'd been the only real friend she'd ever had.

There would be no avoiding him tonight as they'd been placed on the same team, which was probably Raven's idea in the first place. They worked well together, at least when they weren't arguing over who was in charge and trying to one-up each other. It was just a bit of friendly competition, but both were stubborn and often acted without thinking, which proved to be dangerous at times.

She gave him a small grin as he came to stand beside her, hazel eyes locking with his visor for a brief moment before looking back to the rest of the group. Tonight was important, she wasn't going to let anything mess this mission up. She didn't trust the woman known as Echidna, though she hadn't vocalized her suspicion to Raven, she was going to keep an eye on the unpredictable woman tonight.

"Race you there?" She turned to Raven with a smug smirk before taking off towards her bike.

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enchantress




STATE: Enchantress || impatient, righteous, determined
LOCATION: CHARLIE: heading in direction of payload
OUTFIT: placeholder, with more black/green essence and energy like an aura.
TAGS: low fidelity low fidelity sublimed sublimed AbenSur AbenSur
MENTIONS: n/a, heading in direction of truck and definitely alone
Rain, she observed with black irises flickering toward the others, watching as individual droplets of water propelled off their various types of armor. Some looked outfitted for war. Others for nothing interesting at all. Of course it's raining.

She hated rain.

The entity, known as Enchantress, watched the others would a glazed over expression, black lips slightly pursued and lost in focus. While intertwined with Rory, Enchantress couple hear her own thoughts and feel her own breath. It was a stunning grasp of humanity, and with so many years otherwise spent locked way, it was a welcome reprieve. She did not miss the rain, however, whenever it fell. Despite being an otherworldly, half-physical being... there was a twist of fear and phobia in her gut. Human emotions mixed with her own unnatural hatred. It's what made her so angry. So vengeful.

It was she, this witch, who'd accepted the offer. The concept was amusing on its own. Mortals in costumes, performing their own acts of vigilantism, and super-powered with either intellect, natural talent or power alone. Then there was she: twisted, blackened, with ectoplasm like tendrils snaking out and puffing away with a natural push and pull. As if it was alive. Manifested essence of pure... whatever she was. Nevertheless, as unnatural as she was compared to the mortals next to her, there was often something to be gained from partnerships. Enchantress did not care for monetary gain, or prestige, or titles... she merely wanted justice; whatever she figured it to be. It came with infamy, much to the chagrin of her Host. Reading about oneself on the internet the night after waking up with mud under your nails and blood in your teeth was something else for Rory, she was sure of it... but she didn't care. It was another deed done, and another wasteful life put away. If there was a purpose to Enchantress, it would be that.

Agreeing to participate in the high scale drug bust only took minimal convincing of the entity. The idea of working alongside others gave her pause, unwilling to be pulled behind by the err of foolish humans, but the end goal seemed redeemable enough that even she would put her own pride away in favour of the greater good-- mutually, in this case, anyway.

She listened to the others, though her gaze once again went adrift, staring out at the city below and rising and falling behind the many buildings. For the most part she could focus... focus... but the rain. It was impossible to ignore. She was amused by nothing, as it were. Merely holding back a growl as she wanted to get on with things, on with the mission. Perhaps it was her own annoyance lashing out.

The teams split off, Enchantress feeling the earpiece with a ghostly touch of her black-stained fingers. Technology. She would never understand it, unlike her host, but some aspect of Rory's innate mannerisms was able to pull through, so that the centuries old being wouldn't be utterly confused as to what this thing did.

The one who attempted to joke, the Harlequin (or whatever took off the side of the building. The others seemed keen to move on quickly and swiftly. Finally.

Dripping with a darkness, the Enchantress gave a final look to the others, growing intangible as she phased her way down through the building, to swiftly make her way where it was somewhat covered and in the direction of the truck. Hopefully her weakness would not impede the others.


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mood
hype for the thrill.
location
at the truck.
outfit
raven suit.
mentions
artemis, el diablo, echidna.
tags
a z u l a a z u l a low fidelity low fidelity erzulie erzulie

Raven was going to playfully ponder Artemis' inquiry and yet as soon as she'd suggested it, she'd bound off of the roof. He smirked at the idea of a race. Chasing after the blond clad in skin-tight coverings had been a part of the job for as long as Raven could remember... In recent times it seemed like he'd been only seeing less and less of her. While he wouldn't pry into whatever things the archer did in her day life, Raven would make sure to test the waters with his fellow vigilante. Identify what was wrong.

With a light tap at the right-hand side of his temple, a glowing green display erected itself onto his line of sight. With configuration from security cameras installed all over Gotham along with technology developed by Blu-J, the quickest route to Alpha's location in the outskirts of Gotham illustrated itself on the screen. Amidst the grids and pulsing lights, a compass floated loosely at the base of the screen. An arrow showing him where he needed to go, and a horizontal line that balanced out as he flew. Inertia was real.

As extravagantly playful as only Raven could be, he raced forwards to the edge of the GCPD building, twisting his torso and falling backward off of the ledge. Raven's jaws clenched down as all momentum pulled him downwards. His hands were forced to his side as he descended like a needle... And showtime.

The mechanical wings erected outwards, as once again Raven twisted his body midair. This time, his stomach faced the ground as the wings caught air below them. A small whirring sound hummed below each massive titanium as the jets below them roared to life, and he bound forward. Flying perpendicular to the road, Raven grinned over at his right to find Artemis.

"See you there, archer."

Raven saluted and rolled away midair. He passed by a maze of cars and bystanders, before catching a massive gust of air beneath his wings and propelling his body upwards. There was a mission at hand and he'd see Artemis at their destination.

"Aye, alpha," Raven started, hand over the right side of his mask as he spoke into the team's comms, "I've got eyes on the transport. " He added as the HUD of his mask focused in on the U-Haul ahead of him. There were no other cars besides the large truck in the dark woods of Gotham's outskirts. He was flying directly behind the truck, away from being their peripheral vision.

There was no point in waiting for the rest of the team to join him when he still had the element of surprise at his side. "I'm going in." Bracing the wings down to the left, Raven disappeared into the forest and quickly maneuvered his flight path towards the door of shotgun. He brought his forearms up to protect his face as he came crashing into the passenger seat, knocking the first kevlar-donned intruder unconscious, and landing himself into the lap of the truck's driver; at least his legs. The car dove dangerously to the left side of the road, though the driver quickly regained control by clasping both hands down on the wheel.

Raven was suspended only by his wings impaled into the ceiling of the truck, his head only inches away from the ocean of grey that was the road passing by beneath him at tens of miles an hour.
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