Fandom Justice No More (DC RP)

[The Mad Queen]

Ser Crawford of Tilmere
Location: Arkham Asylum

"As for these wings, they serve their purpose. They are useful enough to me. Authentic wings as part of my actual body would only serve as a target for fiends." She continued to keep her hand gripped on her sword's handle "There may be a need for this, depending on where that blood came from. While I hold only minor judgement for you looting, you never answered my question. You're not cut, so the blood isn't yours. So, if you could answer my question. Truthfully. I will be on my way."

She prepared to draw her sword in defence, with her wings also at the ready to attack the looter. For all she knew, he could have been sent there to cover The Joker's tracks.

sitanomoto

Professor Flare
Location: Gotham City

Flare followed Allen from behind, continuing to whistle.
"Hello there, sport." Flare greeted with a smile "Pardon me for asking, but you wouldn't happen to be a Metahuman? Before Darksied's invasion I was a Professor of Metahuman studies. Would it be alright if I asked you a few questions? I haven't been able to really work since the invasion."

Midnight Peace

 

[Midnight Peace]

Allen stopped when he spoke, and turned around to face the curious man. He let on no incredulity, though his internal monologue questioned this man even further- For one, why would he be walking around, asking that question at this time of night? Perhaps he just noticed his peculiarity from afar.
"Yes. I don't have much to do, so I suppose I could answer a few questions." His accent is a strange intersection between British and Chinese- his British accent was slightly muted by the smooth tone of the other.
Allen holds out his hand to shake. "My name is Allen."

 

[sitanomoto]

Ser Crawford of Tilmere
Location: Arkham Asylum

"As for these wings, they serve their purpose. They are useful enough to me. Authentic wings as part of my actual body would only serve as a target for fiends." She continued to keep her hand gripped on her sword's handle "There may be a need for this, depending on where that blood came from. While I hold only minor judgement for you looting, you never answered my question. You're not cut, so the blood isn't yours. So, if you could answer my question. Truthfully. I will be on my way."

She prepared to draw her sword in defence, with her wings also at the ready to attack the looter. For all she knew, he could have been sent there to cover The Joker's tracks.

sitanomoto

Erin smiled charmingly. "Can you not trust me?" he said soothingly. He looked her in the face for a moment then sighed. "No, I suppose you can't. Well, to tell the honest-to-god truth, the blood is from a previously deceased inmate who didn't need it anymore. I simply.... relieved him of it." he shrugged. "I have to conjure my helpers somehow. Don't worry, the inmate was already mostly dead." The blood minion was now visible in the doorway, and as it waved childishly at Emma, Erin closed his eyes. His hands glowed a bloody red and from down the hallway there was a sickening sound, as if bones were being ripped from a dead body. There was a rattling sound as another creature appeared in the doorway, down on all fours. It was a slightly bloody, dog-looking thing, made entirely out of bones. No sinew, muscle, or skin holding it together. Its fangs were covered in blood, and its snout was abnormally long, as if it were a human skull stretched out to be an animal. The rest of its body looked human save for the long, whip-like tail of vertebrae. It let out a long, low moaning noise, before sitting down with a clatter behind Emma, its tail rattling along the ground as it wagged. Truly, it was acting like an animal. "See?" Erin said. "These are my helpers. No harm done." His grin turned feral. "Now, unless you would like to indeed instigate a fight, I suggest removing your hand from your sword." He crossed his arms as his blood minion made a burbling, thick sound, as if it were attempting to speak. Erin chuckled. "Maybe, Sanglant," he responded. "But I see no need for that yet, unless she doesn't release her sword."

Spoiler: The Bone Monster

 

[The Mad Queen]

Professor Flare
Location: Gotham City

Flare extended a hand towards Allen, the same grin still on his face "Fischer." He said "Professor Fischer." Of course he had given Allen a false name, but one that at the very least sounded a bit convincing with his light German accent. He lightly shook hands with Allen, still making eye-contact with the Metahuman.

As he let go, Flare started his questions "It's electrical manipulation, right? I once met another Metahuman that could do that. Female in her late thirties...Although, her ability to do so might be slightly different to yours. Her body made her a living generator, who could charge and discharge the electrical energy flowing through her veins. How do you do it?" He asked

Midnight Peace

Ser Crawford of Tilmere
Location: Arkham Asylum

"Mostly?" Emma asked with gritted teeth "You ended his life for your blood magic!? Even if he was locked up in a place like this, he did not deserve to die by your hands for some twisted ritual. In the words of the soldiers of law that once patrolled this city: You are coming with me."

With that, she drew her sword and began to circle Erin
"My father was a New God of New Genesis, I was trained to fight through centuries of experience and by the Amazons of Themiscara. This is a fight you simply cannot win, no matter what twisted blood magic you conjure with your heritic rituals. I order for you to surrender or I will be forced to use violence by the codes of Tilmere." She ordered

sitanomoto

 

[Safety Hammer]

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  CELESTE GRAYSONSTARWING
  

  'IT'S JUST Hard to get over, you know? I mean, losing one set of parents is hard enough, right? But two?' Her best friend sighed out, Celeste gently rubbing one of the shoulders she had shrugged. Celeste was trying to be as optimistic as she could, but her reassuring smile broke slightly when Jessica mentioned her biological parents. She had heard the brutal carnage that had ensued and the further hell the younger girl went through. The sheltered girl couldn't imagine going through that and didn't know if she could even survive that without being utterly broken. Thats why she admired Jessica so much and why she was going to hand leadership over to her.
  
  Celeste was pulled back from her thoughts when Jessica began speaking again. "I don't want you to worry about me, I'll be okay. I've bounced back once, I can do it again."
  At that, she scoffed and acted as if she were offended. "What do you mean I can't worry about you? I'll worry about you all I want." She joked, dropping the facade with a smile. "No, but seriously. I'm glad you can 'bounce back', but you're like a little sister to me. I can't just ditch my worries and feelings towards you." She stated, nudging her slightly with her elbow. "Since you're here for me and I'm here for you, I say that we take a break and get pizza." She grinned, earning her addiction from Beast boy and Cyborg.
  
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  JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN
  

  A SMIRK Began to slide across her features, silver-blue orbs twinkling before she closed them. She pushed herself off the wall and began to circle around him. "Well you're the only uprising hero with actual potential in this city.. as far as I see anyways. I need to know my enemy, eh?" Jackie chuckled, licking her lips slyly.
  
  Her sensual demeanor dropped when she felt a presence, tensing up a bit and eyebrows narrowing. Turning casually, she faced Deathstroke with a bored look. That bored look began to shift when he showed sympathy for her fathers death. Yes, she loved her father, but what about her mother. Her mother wasn't even supposed to be involved, the Justice League merely dragged her in. Bruce knew that this would most likely end in death, so he at least wanted his daughter to have her mother. Going against his word, they brought Selina into it anyways.
  
  "What about my mother?" She asked, only a hint of bitterness in her tone. Jackie swore she wouldn't lose her temper in her mothers infamous and much admired suit.
  
  "Or was she not seen worthy enough for sacrificing her life, just like the countless other heroes?" She countered coolly, arching an eyebrow. "Or did you perhaps forget because she used to be the 'bad guy'? If I'm not mistaken Mr. Wilson, you don't have a squeaky clean record either." Jackie chuckled, lifting a hand to look at her fingers.
  
  Safety Hammer Lordvader59

Deathstroke
He shook his head "I was... not there to see your mother's fall. Though I heard she too died well, and with honor. I never said I had a clean record, nor that I will have one from here on out. I simply started with your father because I... grew closer to him in the weeks before his death, and I saw him die."

"E-enemy?" He said with a rather large amount of surprise. Luckily, his domino mask his a bit of the blush caused by the flattery. That, and the rather risqué gestures that she was making. "Well, I don't know about that. I wouldn't necessarily call myself the only one with potential."

Then the conflict hit them. Catwoman looked fucking pissed, and quite frankly, Jamie didn't really want to be involved in this new feud between the anti-villain and the mercenary.

 

[sitanomoto]

Ser Crawford of Tilmere
Location: Arkham Asylum

"Mostly?" Emma asked with gritted teeth "You ended his life for your blood magic!? Even if he was locked up in a place like this, he did not deserve to die by your hands for some twisted ritual. In the words of the soldiers of law that once patrolled this city: You are coming with me."

With that, she drew her sword and began to circle Erin
"My father was a New God of New Genesis, I was trained to fight through centuries of experience and by the Amazons of Themiscara. This is a fight you simply cannot win, no matter what twisted blood magic you conjure with your heritic rituals. I order for you to surrender or I will be forced to use violence by the codes of Tilmere." She ordered

sitanomoto

Erin blanched, and then glared at Emma, but his smile grew wider, exposing an abnormally sharpened tooth. "Miss, when I say mostly dead, I mean he attacked me in a state of crazed desperation and insanity. I had to defend myself, so I did. I promise you, there was nothing unjustified about my actions, and I certainly wasn't about to let that blood go to waste!" It would be nigh-impossible to determine whether or not he was lying. He shrugged, folding his hands behind his back and twiddling his thumbs casually.
The Bone creature growled and stood up, tail lashing back and forth in agitation. Its feet scraped the ground with a noise that would make mortal skin crawl as its master and maker was threatened.
"Please, miss, put the sword away. I certainly don't deserve being skewered by a new god when I did nothing wrong!"
More blood Minions appeared in the hallway, their footsteps schlepping on the dirty tile floor.
"However, if you insist on a fight, I am more than prepared."
The Bone creature snarled and snapped it's jaws aggressively.

 

[uwupolice]

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  CELESTE GRAYSONSTARWING
  

  CELESTE STUCK Her tongue out and scrunched her nose. "Ewww, pineapple does not go on pizza." She joked, mainly to mess with her friend. She honestly didn't mind it, but it definitely wasn't her favorite. Her mother absolutely loved it though.
  
  Smiling, she intertwined her fingers with her best friend and headed on over to Pizza Corner. On the way to still-standing pizzeria, they spotted Eddie and his father. With her free hand, she waved at them and shouted a 'Hello!', before entering the restaurant.
  
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  JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN
  

  JACKIE RELAXED Slightly, though her temper was still present. "Well I'm sorry for you as well." She merely replied, tone clipped. "What are you going here anyways?" She asked the mercenary, arms folded over her chest as she moved slightly closer to the once blushing Tarot.
  
  (I apologize for the shortness! @ . @) Safety Hammer Lordvader59

 

[Safety Hammer]

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  CELESTE GRAYSONSTARWING
  

  CELESTE STUCK Her tongue out and scrunched her nose. "Ewww, pineapple does not go on pizza." She joked, mainly to mess with her friend. She honestly didn't mind it, but it definitely wasn't her favorite. Her mother absolutely loved it though.
  
  Smiling, she intertwined her fingers with her best friend and headed on over to Pizza Corner. On the way to still-standing pizzeria, they spotted Eddie and his father. With her free hand, she waved at them and shouted a 'Hello!', before entering the restaurant.
  
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  JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN
  

  JACKIE RELAXED Slightly, though her temper was still present. "Well I'm sorry for you as well." She merely replied, tone clipped. "What are you going here anyways?" She asked the mercenary, arms folded over her chest as she moved slightly closer to the once blushing Tarot.
  
  (I apologize for the shortness! @ . @) Safety Hammer Lordvader59

Tarot noticed how the cat burglar had inched closer to him, and laid a hand on his deck of cards which was on his belt. Something about her made him want to.. know her more? He didn't really know. But what he did know was that now was not the time to be thinking about things like that. I mean, they were in the middle of a confrontation with Deathstroke, one of the most deadly assassins in the entire world.

 

[Vsland]

The Jester
Vinci's Lounge, Diamond District

"Fix him?" She asked, holding the crowbar behind her back, batting her eyes as if she was innocent. "Everyone looks better with a smile, don't you think? Maybe you should try it from time to time." Skipping around the new crime boss, Jester placed the bar under her arm as she pulled each side of Tino's cheek to force him to smile. "See? Much better! Now just stay like that for a few days, you'll get used to it."

Yawning quietly, the female skipped back around to Tino's front, sitting on a nearby table and crossing her legs, leaning back, her jacket falling down her shoulder slightly as her green her covered her ears. "Oh my, Tino...such a smooth tongue. I like it..." She placed the crowbar down besides her and pulled out her dagger, smirking. "Keep it up, and I may have to keep it." Running her tongue along the blade, she giggled, remembering what her father used to say.

"So, Tino...want to know how I got these scars? That's what my daddy used to say to the big bad Bat. It's a shame that he's dead now, isn't it?" Jester let out a soft sigh before looking Tino dead in the eye. Suddenly, one of Jester's goons ran in, handing her a pistol and looking at Tino. "Oh, you can kill him if you want." Jester told Vinci. "I don't have much use for him anymore anyway. All I needed him for was to give me this gun."

A few seconds later, Jester aimed the barrel of the gun at Tino, laughing manically before letting out a satisfied sigh. "Say, Tino, I know you're Gotham's baby and all, but tell me...did you honestly think I'd let you run my town?" She tilted her head to the side, glaring at Tino, her finger itching to pull the trigger. "No no no, that must be a sort of joke. And not a funny one either. So! Let me tell you one that should make you crack up. How do criminals take liquor?"

She paused for effect, giving him time to reply before bursting out with an inhumane laugh. "Shots!" Pulling the trigger, she yelled out "BANG!" as a small yellow flag popped out of the barrel reading the exact same word she shouted. Cracking up on the table, her smiled was wiped off of her face as she swiftly picked up the dagger, hurling at the male, the blade flying past his cheek and into the wall behind him with a thunk. "You thought I was joking? Now now, Tino. I meant what I said...this city is mine. I was just letting you borrow it for a while. Consider this a warning...do not get in my way."

Picking up her crowbar, she jumped off the table, twirling in the air before skipping to the exit. "And who knows, if you're a good boy for me, I may give you a special treat." Winking at him, she left the building with a smile of glee before sitting on the hood of her car outside, expecting to be followed. And if she was, Tino would be greeted with tens of guns.
Sopranos

 

[Sopranos]

Valentino Vinci
Time: Night
Place: Vinci's Lounge, Diamond District
Characters with: The Jester​

Tino stayed at his chair and allowed the Jester herself to walk away to the front door. He's still calmly enjoyed the glass on his hand. Wasting a fine glass of wine would be the biggest crime.

"- She left without touching the wine..."

He said disappointedly.

"- So you just let her go..." - Tino's consigliere said, the man himself was horrified to the presence of the Jester and the warning she had given to the boss. The warning was a straight forward message, a fool would've not taken it seriously. But despite that, his boss was strangely calm, normally Tino would've been ignited and got excited easily when someone feed him a challenge... But not today, not from the Jester.

"- And if I raised my hand on her, what would happen ? She would immediately saw a weakness and stab me right away. That's exactly why she's here in the first place."

Tino himself understood that all the act of madness, the threatening, the knife, the gun, killing his doorman, everything was just simply to ignite him. He remembered that how many had fallen to this trap of the Joker and hit him first, most of them no longer exist. To see the daughter of the Joker did this to him, Tino felt a little honored.

"- Moreover, she hasn't declared herself to be my enemy. I would ultimately win in the end and my enemy doesn't have to be her. Hit her bring no benefit to me. But I know someone would like to do so... He's probably on his way."

He smirked as he already guessed what happened to the Jester for the near future. Not something big but he would allow himself to take a little bit pleasure in that.

"- What a woman, came all the way here just to turn me on. I hope she did know that by doing that she has brought herself into the surface. She might not recognize it..."

Vsland

 

[Midnight Peace]

The Mad Queen
"It sounds similar. My body, two, is a generator of electricity, but the electricity does not flow through my blood. It flows through my skin itself."
Allen pulls his sleeve halfway up his forearm to show Fischer the scars on his arm, an intricate, curving pattern which stretched out above the nerves where his electricity flows through. "Through these, specifically. Would you like to discuss this over some coffee, or a meal?"

 

[The Mad Queen]

Erin blanched, and then glared at Emma, but his smile grew wider, exposing an abnormally sharpened tooth. "Miss, when I say mostly dead, I mean he attacked me in a state of crazed desperation and insanity. I had to defend myself, so I did. I promise you, there was nothing unjustified about my actions, and I certainly wasn't about to let that blood go to waste!" It would be nigh-impossible to determine whether or not he was lying. He shrugged, folding his hands behind his back and twiddling his thumbs casually.
The Bone creature growled and stood up, tail lashing back and forth in agitation. Its feet scraped the ground with a noise that would make mortal skin crawl as its master and maker was threatened.
"Please, miss, put the sword away. I certainly don't deserve being skewered by a new god when I did nothing wrong!"
More blood Minions appeared in the hallway, their footsteps schlepping on the dirty tile floor.
"However, if you insist on a fight, I am more than prepared."
The Bone creature snarled and snapped it's jaws aggressively.

Emma slowly lowered her sword, glaring directly into Erin's eyes. She then remembered what she had came to the Asylum for: The Joker. It was possible that the crazed inmate Erin talked about could be him, after all Erin had blood magic up his sleeves.
"You are still going to have to come with me. The soldiers of law are going to want to speak with you. I shall not fight you if all you did was kill a lunatic to defend yourself, unless of course..." She raised her sword again "You don't want to as they say in this century: come quietly. That is. I do not wish to cause you harm, so perhaps I should explain."

"The soldiers of law sent me here to look for a particular inmate. If you killed a crazed inmate in self-defence there is a chance it may be the same lunatic." She spoke clearly, only slightly lowering her sword "But, so long as I am in this city I must abide by the codes of the law soldiers. Killing in self-defence does not break their codes, however if you have anything relating to this inmate the police will wish to speak with you. This is not an arrest."

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The Mad Queen
"It sounds similar. My body, two, is a generator of electricity, but the electricity does not flow through my blood. It flows through my skin itself."
Allen pulls his sleeve halfway up his forearm to show Fischer the scars on his arm, an intricate, curving pattern which stretched out above the nerves where his electricity flows through. "Through these, specifically. Would you like to discuss this over some coffee, or a meal?"

"I did just move into the area. Well, moved back in." Flare explained with a friendly smile "My apartment was destroyed in the invasion. I've moved in to an old warehouse on the Gotham City docks. It's not too far from here."

Midnight Peace

 

[Midnight Peace]

The Mad Queen
"Im sorry to hear that. My home was destroyed as well in the invasion, so I can empathize. I suppose we could chat there?" Though Allen was a little suspicious of going to an abandoned warehouse near the dicks, he figured that he'd be able to handle himself in the event that this stranger tried anything.

 

[Lordvader59]

uwupolice Deathstroke
"I have arrived seeking to build a new orgnaization to operate under the governement, but without many restrictions, and restore order. You're the first person I happened upon, and I must ask you if you are interested in joining" He figured it was a long shot, but he could get her "You will be able to rebuild what your parents fell to protect." A personal tug, perhaps even a jab, but Deathstroke decided to appeal to her love of her parents and her sense of duty.

 

[uwupolice]

JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN

JACKIE STARED At him through hooded eyes, arms folded across her chest to show she was impatient and not a very happy kitty. Despite her disinterested attitude, she 'graciously' listened. "An organization? Like the Justice League?" She queried, arching an eyebrow. It was to be noted that slight disgust was emphasized upon Justice League.

"Look, if its not obvious enough, I'm not a hero in spandex and an obnoxious red cape. I'm not like my father." She stated, imaginary tail flicking in a querulous manner. "Lucky enough for you, my buddy here's a goody-two-shoes. Right?" Jackie smirked, nudging Tarot forward. "Maybe he's interested." She shrugged, turning to walk away from the two.

Safety Hammer Lordvader59

 

[The Mad Queen]

The Mad Queen
"Im sorry to hear that. My home was destroyed as well in the invasion, so I can empathize. I suppose we could chat there?" Though Allen was a little suspicious of going to an abandoned warehouse near the dicks, he figured that he'd be able to handle himself in the event that this stranger tried anything.

"Fantastic." Flare grinned. He started to lead Allen towards his warehouse, looking up at the nearby buildings to ensure that his friends were in-sight should something happen. He winked at a the shadow of a gorilla moving between buildings and at a Panda not too far behind.

To keep Allen's attention away from his cybernetic friends he continued the conversation.
"If you don't mind me asking, do you have family?" Flare asked "I had a partner, both in our pursuits of science and in the romantic sense but..." He turned away. Perhaps such personal questions could wait? After all, he wanted to know about Allen's family in case there were other Metahumans he could recruit or use for his cause. That did not stop him from caring. Allen may be a soldier for his cause or a labrat for it depending on how their meeting went but in Flare's eyes he was still a living, breathing sentient being.

Part of him wanted to avoid the labrat part.

Midnight Peace

 

[Midnight Peace]

The Mad Queen
Allen raised his brow at the comment about romanticism. He found it tragic on the professor's behalf for someone like that to be lost. "That depends on how you define family." Allen walked next to Flare, returning his gaze to the space in front of him, remembering to be ever vigilant, as was taught to him by the monks which raised him. "I have removed myself from those who I am tied to by blood. But those who I consider to be my real family are no longer of this world."
Allen noticed a slight movement in the shadows of his peripheral, but he chalked it up to a harmless presence, simply a random guy walking around at this time of night.

 

[sitanomoto]

Emma slowly lowered her sword, glaring directly into Erin's eyes. She then remembered what she had came to the Asylum for: The Joker. It was possible that the crazed inmate Erin talked about could be him, after all Erin had blood magic up his sleeves.
"You are still going to have to come with me. The soldiers of law are going to want to speak with you. I shall not fight you if all you did was kill a lunatic to defend yourself, unless of course..." She raised her sword again "You don't want to as they say in this century: come quietly. That is. I do not wish to cause you harm, so perhaps I should explain."

"The soldiers of law sent me here to look for a particular inmate. If you killed a crazed inmate in self-defence there is a chance it may be the same lunatic." She spoke clearly, only slightly lowering her sword "But, so long as I am in this city I must abide by the codes of the law soldiers. Killing in self-defence does not break their codes, however if you have anything relating to this inmate the police will wish to speak with you. This is not an arrest."

sitanomoto

Erin smirked. "I'll come quietly, but I hope you don't mind if I bring protection." The blood minions collapsed into a puddle on the floor, splashing a little blood onto Emma's feet. Erin didn't seem too perturbed by it, instead walked over to the Bone monster and snapped his fingers. It sat up like an attentive dog, cocking its head. "I can't have them attacking me without some form of retaliation, after all." He began to walk forward, and even his movements seemed sinister. The tone of his voice wasn't quite right. Something was off about this boy besides his blood powers....
The puddles of blood in the hallway showed where his blood Minions had been previously, and there were quite a few of them......

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  CELESTE GRAYSONSTARWING
  

  CELESTE STUCK Her tongue out and scrunched her nose. "Ewww, pineapple does not go on pizza." She joked, mainly to mess with her friend. She honestly didn't mind it, but it definitely wasn't her favorite. Her mother absolutely loved it though.
  
  Smiling, she intertwined her fingers with her best friend and headed on over to Pizza Corner. On the way to still-standing pizzeria, they spotted Eddie and his father. With her free hand, she waved at them and shouted a 'Hello!', before entering the restaurant.
  
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  JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN
  

  JACKIE RELAXED Slightly, though her temper was still present. "Well I'm sorry for you as well." She merely replied, tone clipped. "What are you going here anyways?" She asked the mercenary, arms folded over her chest as she moved slightly closer to the once blushing Tarot.
  
  (I apologize for the shortness! @ . @) Safety Hammer Lordvader59

Jess rolled her eyes and smacked Celeste on the arm. "Neither do mushrooms and olives, but you eat that," she said as they entered. The barista smiled when they walked in, and Jess picked a spot in the corner.

 

[Safety Hammer]

JACKIE WAYNECATWOMAN

JACKIE STARED At him through hooded eyes, arms folded across her chest to show she was impatient and not a very happy kitty. Despite her disinterested attitude, she 'graciously' listened. "An organization? Like the Justice League?" She queried, arching an eyebrow. It was to be noted that slight disgust was emphasized upon Justice League.

"Look, if its not obvious enough, I'm not a hero in spandex and an obnoxious red cape. I'm not like my father." She stated, imaginary tail flicking in a querulous manner. "Lucky enough for you, my buddy here's a goody-two-shoes. Right?" Jackie smirked, nudging Tarot forward. "Maybe he's interested." She shrugged, turning to walk away from the two.

Safety Hammer Lordvader59

"M-me? I, uh, I'm flattered, but I.. well, I still need to kinda know who really I am and why I'm still- nevermind." Tarot said, before pulling his hood back up. "I can't right now. But if it is all okay with you, I'll consider it. Any way I can contact you, Slade?"

 

[Demonhunter]

The Cerberus groans as the waves lash against her sides in happy harbor. It was a foggy morning to the ship was still pretty cloaked, The captain himself leaning over the railing to watch those at the beach. People lived to freely now-adays. Didn't they have something else to do rather than frolicking in the water? And why were women running about in just their skivvies? Was that considered normal now? He took another quick drink of the glass liquor bottle in his left hand, casually examining the side as the man in the crows nest began to shout.


Ship off the prow! Looks dead in the water! Seems today would be eventful. James retrieves his telescope and sure enough there was an immobile ship about three kilometers away. He finds the back end is sunken deeper than the front and looks back toward the stern, finding she'd been bilged on her anchor (Her own anchor hit the side of the ship and knocked a hole in it). It was one of the newer ships, metal all over. James just didn't understand modern sea vessels. So ugly. Never the less it was sinking.

James took little interest in looking the ship, however the sight of men throwing themselves off the side to escape the sinking ship made him contemplate helping in some way. It'd take some thought but he did see a pretty good sank bank about twenty meters from where the ship was going down. Perhaps pushing that ship up on it would spare it? He had to wonder if Cerberus had enough lead in her ass to do it, but he then decided to just go for it.

We're going to push her on bank! Half sails, I want a gentle broadside impact.His men seemed confused as to why they couldn't take everything the ship had, but he was the captain. The Cerberus began eerily approaching the stranded ship.

MEANWHILE

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is the Courier three miles from Happy Harbor, We're taking on water, I repeat we are taking on water. The Captains distress signal was sent out to all nearby ships (with a radio in them.) and to the coast gaurd on land. Of course now this was the least of the ships worries. From the fog came the massive wan-of-war Galleon, iron maiden stark against her front.. and coming in for a ram.

Mayday! We're under attack. The ship is un- The radio cuts as the ship his struck and pushed. The captain and the whole crew had assumed they were under attack as the ship swings about to present broad side and showing its 13 cannons. but is astounded when they found themselves being pushed into a sand bank. Marrooned... but alive and intact as the Galleon sails back into the fog.

And thus a shi[ps distress signal and claims of being attacked were left out there to be sent to all who may respond.

(anyone wanna hunt down a pirate?)

 

[sitanomoto]

The Cerberus groans as the waves lash against her sides in happy harbor. It was a foggy morning to the ship was still pretty cloaked, The captain himself leaning over the railing to watch those at the beach. People lived to freely now-adays. Didn't they have something else to do rather than frolicking in the water? And why were women running about in just their skivvies? Was that considered normal now? He took another quick drink of the glass liquor bottle in his left hand, casually examining the side as the man in the crows nest began to shout.


Ship off the prow! Looks dead in the water! Seems today would be eventful. James retrieves his telescope and sure enough there was an immobile ship about three kilometers away. He finds the back end is sunken deeper than the front and looks back toward the stern, finding she'd been bilged on her anchor (Her own anchor hit the side of the ship and knocked a hole in it). It was one of the newer ships, metal all over. James just didn't understand modern sea vessels. So ugly. Never the less it was sinking.

James took little interest in looking the ship, however the sight of men throwing themselves off the side to escape the sinking ship made him contemplate helping in some way. It'd take some thought but he did see a pretty good sank bank about twenty meters from where the ship was going down. Perhaps pushing that ship up on it would spare it? He had to wonder if Cerberus had enough lead in her ass to do it, but he then decided to just go for it.

We're going to push her on bank! Half sails, I want a gentle broadside impact.His men seemed confused as to why they couldn't take everything the ship had, but he was the captain. The Cerberus began eerily approaching the stranded ship.

MEANWHILE

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is the Courier three miles from Happy Harbor, We're taking on water, I repeat we are taking on water. The Captains distress signal was sent out to all nearby ships (with a radio in them.) and to the coast gaurd on land. Of course now this was the least of the ships worries. From the fog came the massive wan-of-war Galleon, iron maiden stark against her front.. and coming in for a ram.

Mayday! We're under attack. The ship is un- The radio cuts as the ship his struck and pushed. The captain and the whole crew had assumed they were under attack as the ship swings about to present broad side and showing its 13 cannons. but is astounded when they found themselves being pushed into a sand bank. Marrooned... but alive and intact as the Galleon sails back into the fog.

And thus a shi[ps distress signal and claims of being attacked were left out there to be sent to all who may respond.

(anyone wanna hunt down a pirate?)

((I shall, if uwupolice would kindly come along!))

Jessica's watch crackled as a distress signal was picked up. Jess had her watch tuned into police radios and the coast guard, so she was able to keep track of the crime in the city.
"Mayday! We're under attack. The ship is un-"
Jess looked up at Celeste. "Celeste, Pizza's gonna have to wait. We got rough seas ahead." She stood and sprinted out of the Parlor, throwing on her mask and pressing a button on her watch. It let out several beeps as her outfit changed as she ran, morphing into her superhero suit. She flipped over a parked car, pressing another button on her watch. A pair of wings unfolded from a concealed pack on her back, and she leapt into the air, the synthetic wings flapping as they lifted her airborne. "Courier, do you read? Courier, this is Bluejay, where are you?" She said, speaking into her watch.
She stopped mid-air, the wings flapping, keeping her hovering in one spot. In front of her was a wall of fog, unusual for the climate of Happy Harbor.
"Hey Celeste, we got creepy fog off the coast..... Imma head into it..... There's something not quite right....." Bluejay spoke into her comm link.
She flew forward slowly into the fog, her silhouette eerie in the limited sight of the mist. She spotted the looming shape of another ship, and she stopped, hovering again in midair.
"A.... Spanish Galleon?" She said, raising an eyebrow as she recognized the shape of the hull. "Wasn't expecting that....."
(Waiting to be spotted and/or captured, )
uwupolice Demonhunter

Spoiler: The Wing Pack

She built this herself after an extensive study of birds in flight. They actually move like bird wings, the flapping and gliding, and are controlled by weight distribution.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Erin smirked. "I'll come quietly, but I hope you don't mind if I bring protection." The blood minions collapsed into a puddle on the floor, splashing a little blood onto Emma's feet. Erin didn't seem too perturbed by it, instead walked over to the Bone monster and snapped his fingers. It sat up like an attentive dog, cocking its head. "I can't have them attacking me without some form of retaliation, after all." He began to walk forward, and even his movements seemed sinister. The tone of his voice wasn't quite right. Something was off about this boy besides his blood powers....
The puddles of blood in the hallway showed where his blood Minions had been previously, and there were quite a few of them.....

"Just until we meet with the soldiers of law." Emma commanded "They are not too famaliar with magic, let alone dark blood magic." She was stern, even as she extended a hand towards Erin in an open palm.
"If I fly us there, this whole process will be simpler for you. We arrive, the law soldiers ask you questions and depending on your answers I simply drop you back off here. Is that a deal?" She asked "I can carry both you and your hound. I assume you conjure these monsters at will so long as there is a supply of blood?"

The Mad Queen
Allen raised his brow at the comment about romanticism. He found it tragic on the professor's behalf for someone like that to be lost. "That depends on how you define family." Allen walked next to Flare, returning his gaze to the space in front of him, remembering to be ever vigilant, as was taught to him by the monks which raised him. "I have removed myself from those who I am tied to by blood. But those who I consider to be my real family are no longer of this world."
Allen noticed a slight movement in the shadows of his peripheral, but he chalked it up to a harmless presence, simply a random guy walking around at this time of night.

"Well I am sorry to hear that." Flare spoke in a somber tone "Hopefully we can make the world better, even following what Darksied did to it." He explained with a half-smile and a sigh "To us." He muttered under his breath, leading Allen towards the warehouse entrance. As soon as he stepped up to it, the door slowly opened. The warehouse was in darkness aside from the glow of several machines, filling the room with blue and dark green lights.
"It's not much, but it's my home. At least in this city." Flare explained.

One hand remained behind his back, the other gestured forwards "After you." He told Allen

In the shadows of several nearby buildings his cybernetic allies watched, ready to jump in at the first sign of trouble.

 

[sitanomoto]

"Just until we meet with the soldiers of law." Emma commanded "They are not too famaliar with magic, let alone dark blood magic." She was stern, even as she extended a hand towards Erin in an open palm.
"If I fly us there, this whole process will be simpler for you. We arrive, the law soldiers ask you questions and depending on your answers I simply drop you back off here. Is that a deal?" She asked "I can carry both you and your hound. I assume you conjure these monsters at will so long as there is a supply of blood?"

Erin smiled and took her hand with his clean one, being sure not to get any blood on her. "Very generous of you. It's a deal, M'Lady."

I assume you conjure these monsters at will so long as there is a supply of blood?

Erin nodded. "Yes, as long as there is a supply of fresh blood or bones no matter the age, I can create my....." He paused for a moment, thinking. "companions. Yes, I do believe companions is the right word." He shrugged. "My hound goes where I go. It's extremely hard to dismantle, you know. Takes almost twice the amount of energy to take apart than it does to put it together. It would be a shame to just waste my effort in that way. However, as long as I am not attacked, and it is not provoked, it will remain mostly docile." The Bone creature wagged its tail and sat at Emma's feet. "Go ahead, scratch him if you wish." He said, chuckling.

 

[Demonhunter]

The Cerberus kept sailing, blood red sails marking its presence in the mist. She looked as if she shouldn't at all be able to sail, a noticable hole knocked around the middle of the left broad side in the hull but yet she didn't take on water. Her wood looked dark and rotten, she even creaked and groaned as if in protest. The captain himself decided to head back to his quarters, reclining in his chair and examining the map he was attempting to follow.

Meanwhile, his first mate took the wheel to keep them on course. Of course that didn't last long. The crows nest began to alert the first mate to the presence of a flying girl. And in sick pirate fashion one of the sailors readied his revolver and fired. Of course this was before refiled barrels were a thing or even bullets. Revolvers weren't at all accurate so the shot that was meant for Jess's head only send a ball through her wing. Big ass sea gulls, eh? The rew began cackling and going back to their gambling and drinking.

sitanomoto

 

[sitanomoto]

The Cerberus kept sailing, blood red sails marking its presence in the mist. She looked as if she shouldn't at all be able to sail, a noticable hole knocked around the middle of the left broad side in the hull but yet she didn't take on water. Her wood looked dark and rotten, she even creaked and groaned as if in protest. The captain himself decided to head back to his quarters, reclining in his chair and examining the map he was attempting to follow.

Meanwhile, his first mate took the wheel to keep them on course. Of course that didn't last long. The crows nest began to alert the first mate to the presence of a flying girl. And in sick pirate fashion one of the sailors readied his revolver and fired. Of course this was before refiled barrels were a thing or even bullets. Revolvers weren't at all accurate so the shot that was meant for Jess's head only send a ball through her wing. Big ass sea gulls, eh? The rew began cackling and going back to their gambling and drinking.

sitanomoto

There was the sound of metal meeting metal as the revolver shot made contact with her wing. It sparked for a moment before folding and shorting out. Jess swore a string of curses that would impress any pirate loud enough for the whole crew on deck to hear as she fell. She was a good ways above the water, though, and so with some quick thinking she pulled out what looked like an average gun. There was a loud shot sound, and a grapple hooked itself into the mast of a ship and pulled taut. Jess swung on deck, landing on her knee. She retracted the gun and twirled it on her finger, then placed it into her belt. The other wing folded and she looked around the deck. "Zombie pirates. Well, this is turning out to be a good day," She muttered to herself. She glared around her and crossed her arms. "Any of you bloody idiots care to explain to me why you shot me down and damaged something that took me months to build?" She said bitterly, eyes blazing with a fury that most of these pirates probably hadn't ever seen in a woman before.