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Post by Owen Merlowe on Apr 17, 2016 23:53:35 GMT -6
"I'm sorry, sunshine. My A-game must be leaking out my arm. When I'm feeling better I'll come up with something better."
The concoction that Locke gave Owen, burned in his veins. That was a good thing. There was a 50/50 chance that it would kill him or save him. Pain meant that he was still alive. He saw stars and a girl hovering over him. And beyond her, Nightwing. If he had known that being shot was going to attract all the women, he'd do it more often, he noted. His body was too weak at the moment to vocalize that. The nice girl was wadding something up and shoving it against his closing wound. The serum was doing it's job, regenerating the damage, but this wasn't something that he wanted to experience any time soon, all joking aside.
The sonic bafflers on his helmet flipped themselves into active mode. Normally, his system would only flip it on if some kind of sonic weapon or stun grenade was used. In this case, looking up, vision swimming, he realized that Nightwing was using a Canary cry or something like it. He looked up at Tessa and gave her a weak thumbs up.
The bafflers kicked off and he grunted. He gave Tessa a weak thumbs up. "I'll be okay. The stuff I injected is healing me. It's just slower than I'd like, but it didn't kill me, so we're doing better. Damned experimental stuff." This was good. As long as she kept the pressure on, it would seal up. Judging by the gear she was wearing, his guardian angel was some kind of professional soldier or mercenary. This was a good thing. "I'm not sure who you are, but you and Nightwing might just be my guardian angels tonight. I love it when a plan comes together. Or falls apart into something coherent."
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You've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on May 2, 2016 21:33:01 GMT -6
"Of course he likes me better, I'm the favorite," she smiled, driving her foot into the nearest assailants chest, causing him to crash into a few others. But any gap that she made they quickly filled with someone else and she had move quick not to have any new holes in her person. And even though she had just gotten off the plane, the adrenaline rush the fight was giving her made her feel like she'd gotten a full 8 and a cup of coffee. She was ready to take on the world.
Nightwing grinned as she jumped into the middle of the slightly confused group. She could see her brother picking people off one by one toward the back and she grinned, a quick and dirty plan forming in her mind. She'd never tried it before, as she never had such a big group of people to take on. But as she started aiming for heads, knocking off helmets, she figured she'd give it a try. Ducking under a swipe she came back up, sticking one with her batarang, then another, and another.
"Hey, you guys ever seen a flash mob? Cause you're about to." She jumped back, counting how many heads were without helmets, which came to about half before hitting a button on her gauntlet, activating all those batarangs. The opening lines to Thriller started coming through the little speakers, sung by her of course, and all at once, those without their helmets started to dance in sync. She let out a small triumphant laugh, focusing now on whoever was not preoccupied with dancing.
Nightwing looked back briefly toward Red Hood and his new feathered friend as she tangled with another guy, batting away his gun with her escrima, trying to jab at his throat with the other stick. "Hey doc, how's the patient doing, besides being a pain in the ass?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 23:22:59 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa wasn’t really paying attention to what the woman was doing behind her, it wasn’t important. What was important was the man sitting across from her, bleeding. That’s all she could focus on, she needed that pinpoint focus to not think about what if he did end up dying despite what he said about whatever he’d pushed into himself. ”I am no one’s angel,” she said darkly, using one hand to fold up a new piece of cloth on her leg. She quickly peeled the t-shirt away and pressed first a gauze pad over his shoulder, and then began wrapping more gauze around it. ”Lift yo-your arm a bit,” she half stuttered as the music from the throwing devices made her head feel all weird. Definitely time for a gear upgrade. Maybe she’d go see Zero tomorrow, get some new tech. ”Good song, not the right time,” she muttered, trying to focus through the swimming in her vision and head. She glanced up at the other woman. ”He says he’ll be fine, and it’s just his shoulder anyway. Injected something into himself.” | | |
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Post by TNG Staff on May 31, 2016 11:27:02 GMT -6
He quickly worked on taking as many out as possible. But of course he also knew that wouldn't do the trick. Something that he would soon hear Herald vocalize. He didn't like it, but at the same time he wasn't too surprised. It wasn't the first time some warlord had tried to set up shop in Gotham. If anything it was almost too common. JJ would investigate later, when he wasn't being shot at. He saw one raise his side arm and quick back hand spring allowed him to avoid the bullet. As he popped back up a batarang flew from his hand and sent the gun flying. The man charged him, KA-Bar knife in his grasp and swinging it. The man was holding it in the underhanded method, a skilled fighter for sure. JJ caught him by the wrist and snapped it, turning and flipping the man over his shoulder. As he did he felt the blade slice part of his armor. He looked down and saw a line on his chest plate where the knife had cut the first layer of armor.
'Guys, these aren't your average run of the mill soldiers.'
He saw Dinah knocking off helmets and knew exactly what was coming. That meant he had to thin numbers to ensure it worked and she didn't wear herself out. He flipped on some cancelers he had to ensure he didn't get hypnotized like the men. It only took 12 or 13 times for him to not want it to happen. Well 12 or 13 he knew of. He knew there was likely more times but he also didn't want to know.
'Ugh, I hate this version.'
As they began dancing he figured he'd begin taking them out. Even if the song was on loop no one deserved to dance themselves to death. He heard the conversation about Owen's arm and shook his head.
'Such a shame. We better begin taking off Red's arm to be on the safe side.'
'I hate to interrupt this team bonding but I've got movement. A large armored troop carrier in bound. I suggest getting to higher ground, get the element of surprise. I estimate this could hold up to 15 more soldiers.'
"Herald always has such good news for us. Angel, we got more inbound. Armored and likely heavily armed. We can't let them run rampant in the city, we stop them here, and Red one comment from you about my plan and I shoot you in the other shoulder."
He said before turning towards the rest of the dancing soldiers. He rolled a small explosive capsule into the middle of them. It was weak enough that it'd send them sprawling but the armor would likely protect them. JJ rushed into it following the explosion and used the chaos to begin taking some out. A few were unaffected and continued to dance.
'Next time I suggest the Cupid Shuffle.'
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jul 4, 2016 9:46:57 GMT -6
"You're not an angel. Right. Noted."
Owen lifted his arm when she ordered. He watched as the battle degrading. Their enemies were expecting them and had some kind of armed response. He grabbed Tessa's arm and nodded, watching Dinah deal with the crowd. Thriller was not exactly what he was expecting. But then, this night wasn't really going along with the plan to begin with. Luckily, there were others around to help for a change.
He pulled himself up with Tessa's help, listening to Herald's exchange with Blue Bat. "If we're cutting off useless parts, let's start with your head." He flexed the fingers in his hand. Red Hood felt weak. He'd lost too much blood. He wasn't going to be much use it looked like. Locke's miracle drug healed most of the physical damage, but the blood wasn't replaced. "Not a fan of Michael Jackson personally, or being shot, but it's been that kind of day."
He grabbed one of his pistols, leaned on the wall, and shot a few of the soldiers in the helmets. Their heads snapped back and they fell to the ground. "It's fine. I'm confident their helmets are bullet proof. Mostly." He only kind of cared. If these people were shooting at him, he was content to shoot back. They brought this on themselves.
"Stay away from my shoulders. I'm tired of getting shot today. I suggest running the f*ck away. This whole thing seems like a trap and these people are loaded for bear. High ground seems like a good idea. Let's do that. Someone get me one of their helmets. I need the comm unit out of it. I'm going to make magic happen while I try not to throw up in my helmet."
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You've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jul 24, 2016 1:18:34 GMT -6
"Why do you boys hate good music? I know you have shitty taste in music." She pointed at Blue Bat for a moment before side stepping a guy trying to charge at her with his own KA-Bar. She grabbed his wrist while kicking him in the groin, forcing his wrist down and his arm behind him before hearing a very nice pop just before the shout. Nightwing powered down the batarangs as most of the ones affected had be dealt with. "Cupid Shuffle, gimme a f*cking break..."
Upon hearing the good news from Herald, she sighed and rolled her shoulders, getting ready for round two. Attacking from a higher position would be good, but her and Blue Bat were brawlers. And she only had so many batarangs. But it would have to do. Higher ground was always an advantage, she could see more from up there, figure out what kind of pattern they were operating in. It was obvious they were well trained, not simple street thugs. They'd need a plan.
"A helmet huh?" She rolled one of the discarded ones over until she could get her foot into the opening then flung it over. "Catch. Oh and you...with the sweet wings. Can you drag your patient up to a rooftop where he will be less complainy? Welcome to Gotham." Nightwing smiled at Tessa before firing off a line and heading up to the roof herself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 1:24:44 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health It had been a long time, to her, since she’d been in the army and was called Angel on a daily basis. Sure, she technically still used it, but she never really heard it in the field. She couldn’t actually think of anyone who would come after her or her family anymore, so she tended to go by Tessa for jobs. Made things easier on people. Hearing it now, she was just glad it didn’t trigger her, but maybe that was the adrenaline. She looked at up at the rooftops through her goggles, glad that she’d taken the time earlier that night to switch out the lenses to the yellow ones, making it easier to see at night. As the music wore down, or was turned down, she didn’t care which at this point, Tessa found it easier to concentrate. Black mist swarmed around her, increasing in mass rapidly. The never seemed to solidify except for hints of a monsterous black leather wing shrouded by the the black mist. Veins that looked like molten lava ran through them could be seen flickering through the mist. She grabbed hold of Owen, and spread those great wings. ”Hang on,” she hissed in his ear before two powerful thrusts put them both in the air, soaring up fast. ”Please don’t vomit on me.” She landed as lightly as she could, setting Owen down before looking back at the rest of them. ”Anyone else need a lift? Cause once I put them away, they are out of commision for twenty four hours, and I only got an hour more with them.” | | |
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Post by TNG Staff on Aug 7, 2016 22:49:10 GMT -6
He ignored his sister's comment about poor taste in music. It was likely due to the amount of singers he'd slept with in the past. Katy Perry, Ke$ha and there had been a few rumors about him with Taylor Swift as well. Or it could simply be because he enjoyed classic Rock as opposed to newer stuff. Either way it was a never ending debate, well that and the ideal punch. With his senses he could hear the truck getting closer. He knew it was also likely more than just the truck. After all it stood to reason that they'd keep coming. Unless of course this was a fact finding mission. Testing them out and so forth.
"Everyone going up. Oh, and Angel, if you happen to drop Red no one would really blame you."
He said before firing a line to the roof from the top of his glove and pulling himself up. Spider-girl hated the design, calling it a rip off. SHe wasn't wrong, it was based on Spider-Man. As he neared the roof he released and let his own momentum flip him onto the roof. He placed his sticks together into a staff and twirled it as the truck came to a stop, essentially blocking the only entrance into the courtyard where the fight had taken place. He focused his senses on them, trying to get a feel.
"Body armor, heavily armed with assault rifles."
He gave the air a sniff, the scent of gun powder following them.
"Incendiary rounds. Haven't sensed this much heat since I dealt with that Firefly knock off last month."
He pulled out a few pellets and moved them around in his hand, watching the troops begin scanning the roof tops. He knew it was only a matter of time before they figured it out and came up there. Luckily the buildings were empty still which meant that no innocent bystanders would get hurt when they began searching.
"We wait for them to begin sweeping the buildings and take them out one by one. Meanwhile Red stays up here and uses the comm to confuse them. Seems simple enough."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Aug 20, 2016 16:02:14 GMT -6
"I just got shot. I think I'm complaining the right amount."
The blood loss had to be getting to him. He saw this girl who was tending to his wounds, generate a pair of wings that looked like molten lava. It had to be the blood loss. Or she had powers, but his questionable mental state right now was causing him some confusion. He'd take care of that once he got to the rooftop. They were too out numbered for him to be at anything but his best.
"I don't think that anyone would really blame her today, but not the point. Frankly, I'm too tired to make quips with you at the moment."
He gave Tessa a thumbs up. "I'm not going to throw up inside my helmet. It's just not pleasant. Just set me down on the rooftop, please." Owen settled on the roof and rummaged through his belt. He pulled a vial out and injected himself with the contents. The stim flowed through his veins and he felt himself start to come out of the fog.
As he waited for the others to arrive, he did a quick check and reload on his guns. He looked up at Tessa. "This has been a special night. Are you new to Gotham? Because this is a typical Thursday night in this town." He looks around and taps his comm. "Clearly, they want to have us killed. Incendiary rounds are going to be a problem with our armor. I thought this was my trap. But clearly, we've all tripped someone else's trap."
Owen checked over Dinah visually to make sure she was unharmed. "I'm fine, Blue. I caught a second wind. I'm going to be alright. Let me give you guys a hand."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Sept 7, 2016 7:55:55 GMT -6
Nightwing landed lightly on the roof next to Blue Bat, standing shoulder to shoulder, and looked around. She took a moment to think, trying to analyze anything and everything she'd seen already, trying to find a pattern there. The basic facts everyone seemed to pick up on; their opponents were well trained and well armed. They had picked their spot well. But something still bugged her about all of it. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
At the mention of incendiary rounds, she cracked a small smile. "I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Well, we're going to have to watch for snipers too, since they seem to have those. Luckily we're up high..." she did a sweep of other rooftops, looking for movement, anything to indicate people were getting into position. "So we should be able to see them at least. Good vantage points would be there and there." She pointed out to her brother. He probably already knew, but she felt like doing it anyway, helped her brain work through other things it had going on. Like who the hell had this much money for a full armed militia to run amok through Gotham? And did they have a colorful costume to go with the crazy? They usually did. They usually didn't wait this long to show themselves either. So it seemed their mystery figure wasn't into grandstanding. That thought troubled her just a little.
She looked back at Red Hood for just a moment, "How much time do you need with that helmet? Or rather, how much do we need to buy you?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 23:40:04 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa stayed quiet, just listening to the other three. This was their city, she just happened to be here and she couldn’t stand not helping out. This was still their show though, and she was happy to take orders from them. ”I’ve never set foot in this city before. So what’s our next move.” Her eyebrows were furrowed as she listened to the Blue Bat’s words. Stay up here. Good plan with incendiary rounds now in play. Safer out in the open than confined in the halls and stairwells of a building. ”So you guys all look like you’ve done teamwork. How is your training on urban warfare?”She ejected her handgun’s current clip. She switched it out for a new one. She didn’t need to swtich for her rifle, the 7.6mm bullets it used was enough to pierce most body armor. They would at least knock them back if it didn’t get all the way through. She slid her side arm back into its holster. She knew her Walther wouldn’t be any good, it just didn’t have the firepower for body armor, but her Desert Eagle had plenty. ”I can find a perch. Provide sniper cover for him,” she said, motioning at Owne. She then began looking for a spot to set up. ”Do you guys have an exit strategy?” She still had the huge carrying wings out that she’d used to bring Owen to the rooftop. | | |
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Post by TNG Staff on Sept 16, 2016 10:40:14 GMT -6
JJ listened to every go back and forth and simply observed. Yes technically Dinah was in charge being a Justice League council member but he was first on the scene. Plus people seemed to be asking him. Or it could be his own acting status placing himself in the center of everyone's attention.
"Well if you can hang Red fine. We'll need all the people we can get. Try to keep some alive, we'll need answers."
Honestly he suspected none of them would answer and wouldn't be surprised if there were cyanide pills involved. A little cliche and overly dramatic, but still, seems likely. He had to assume anything was possible, including enhancements. So far none had gotten close to show any potential fighting skills but they'd be entering a closer environment.
"Urban warfare is where we thrive. But you sniping gives me an idea. What if we place you in your nest and use you as a distraction? They'll all begin converging on this area, if they think we're here. As they enter the building we can begin taking them out. We can flood the roof with smoke, between the three of us we should have enough pellets."
Sure he usually had some decent ideas. But admittedly this was different than what he'd dealt with in the past. However something told him that if they survived he'd be encountering things like this much more frequently.
"I don't like this Nightwing. These are far from the usual henchmen we've dealt with before. Not to mention the higher up would have shown up by now and gave some pointless monologue."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Sept 26, 2016 14:11:33 GMT -6
Owen promptly began breaking the helmet apart and pulling out the comm system. The stims cleared his head. This was an engineering problem now and he was an engineer. He pulled the comm unit open and was only barely listening to the things that Blue Bat said. He looked up to answer Dinah, before going back to the problem at hand.
"I need about 2 minutes. I'm going to hack their comms. We can get intel and send diversions that way. If I can break the encryption, we should be able to send and receive messages. That should give them a nice little chase, while keeping us one step ahead. If this works, I can pipe the audio to everyone's comms and then we can all keep two moves ahead." Owen shrugged. "I figure I'll send the distraction messages. It will give me something to do while I take the time to shake off everything."
As Owen fiddled around with the comm system, removing circuits boards and pulling it apart, he spoke to Blue Bat's suspicions. He threw the helmet over to JJ. "They aren't the usual Gotham grade thug. The weapons and armor they're using are military grade. Same with these comm units. We're looking at someone's army here. They're either mercenaries or someone's private people. But either way, they're professionals. I've dealt with people like this before, I've seen them work. They're going to kill us methodically and efficiently, unless we plan well."
His comm system clicked a little after he got the frequency plugged in. After a small moment, his helmet audio displayed their frequencies. He patched their audio into the standard channel and gave everyone the audio frequency for the standard channel. His HUD told him he was capable of transmitting too now.
"We're going to have fun with these guys."
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