Monday, March 10, 2014

[Heromux] Grounded: Apokolips NOW: The Climax

Title: Grounded: Apokolips NOW: The Climax
Summary: A weakened, newly re-powered Superman returns to Metropolis with Darkseid in tow. Hilarity Ensues.
Location: Metropolis
Date: 2014.03.10
Emitter: Darkseid
Players: Clark KentTousaint Walters,Zack EvingstonM'gann M'orzzThe TickWinter MoontreeMichael Jon CarterLor-ZodNico MinoruKilroy Capital ConneticutDarkseid
NPCs: Various Metropolis citizens
Groups: N/A
Tone: Heroic, Gritty, Angsty
Rating: PG for Violence

A funny thing happened. One minute there was nothing in the sky, not even a cloud. And then, over Metropolis, a wormhole opens. What people don't know is that this wormhole is connected to all the wormholes around Apokolips. Including the one that opened in the vault. It was called the Escape Hatch, and it allowed any heroes still stuck over there an express ticket back to Earth, if not their exact departure point.
It made sure everyone got home, no matter what, something that Tony Stark was adamant about. The news had just broke on GBN about the soft confirmation of the Billionaire's death, but really the news hadn't reached the masses yet.
Superman tumbles through the Metropolis sky, once more clad in the familiar blue and red suit that so epitomizes him. Thrown through the portal by Darkseid, even as he plummets towards the Earth his souls absorb the yellow solar energy all around him. He falls towards the ground below, eyes locked on the portal slowly shrinking above him.
Then, without warning, he regains what part of him that was lost and flies again. His cape flutters behind him as he slows his descent, stopping to hover a mere few feet above the street below. His fists clench at his sides, his jaw squared. He waits for the God of Evil.
A moment later, and Darkseid almost casually hovers out of the shimmering portal. His arms are behind his back, looking to be rather nonplussed. "Your adopted city...? A fitting grave." A few moments are spent looking around, before his eyes roar crimson. Grinning with raw sadism, an Omega beam fires down; zigging and zagging wildly, intent on striking the Man of Steel to slam him with brutish force into the sidewalk below.
There's no small amount of people present in the heart of Metropolis; in a second, news agencies across the world report the starting battle, alongside the news of Tony Stark's death. Those in the Watchtower can get here easily going back through the portal -- but everyone else will need to manage on their own power... or, perhaps, luck!

After landing on the Watchtower following the attack on Apokolips, Booster Gold is distinctly not as shiny as usual. His suit is torn, showing bare circuitry in places, and bare skin in others. Even his hair is not its typically perfect self, tousled from some of the roughest combat he has dealt with in a while. "Skeets! Comb. And fresh power cells."
The little golden robot flies up to Booster, claw-arms extended from his shiny carapace, with the requested items.
Booster takes the comb first with the intention of running it through his hair, but pauses, frozen in mid-groom, because the situation has taken a turn for the worse. The Apokoliptian Genocide protocol was bad enough, because who likes genocide? No one! Except for beings like Darkseid, apparently. He drops the comb and quickly ejects the power cells in his bracers, slapping in the fresh ones. Then, he dives through one of the portals leading to Metropolis, looking more horrified than determined.

Kilroy has been following the ebb and flow of his senses since the arrival of the strange bank robbers from the past. His ears, metaphorically speaking, have been pressed very close to the ground, but apparently at the moment the greatest threat to the economy at the moment is the person capable of destroying the entire planet. Kilroy is at the park, and looks up at the wormholes that open up. This is, he knows, out of his league, but there are likely to be innocents caught up in the chaos. Already, as one car stops, another slams into a car behind it. Kilroy creates a flood of invisible pennies to open the door of the trapped car and get the person out; still looking from time to time at the chaos not more than fifty yards away.

Finally recovered from his encounter with Darkseid's Omega-beam, Zenith has returned to Metropolis. He wasn't part of the attack on Apokolips, he hadn't even bothered asking, he knew the answer would be no. So, instead, he's flying back towards the Terminal to check in on his teammates in the Young Allies. However, that's when the wormholes open and Superman and Darkseid arrive. He doesn't hesitate, speeding up so much he breaks the sound barrier, he uses his heat-vision in a quick attack on Darkseid while he's busy targeting Superman.
Portals. in the sky. Superman! Darkseid! Yes, another normal day in Metropolis. Nico Minoru was on the ground, walking home, when the craziness happened. Slssh.
Slitting her wrist, Nico draws her staff from her chest, after reciting her words that I don't care to recite right here, holding the staff in her hand as she approaches the collision site recklessly..still quite a bit away however.

Seeing her brother falling, falling...from the portal, Megan's eyes well with tears as she explodes out of the portal, dragging Uncle Tick along behind her. She's GOT to help her big brother! When he finally absorbs enough of the sun's rays to regain himself, she relaxes a little, but she hovers nearby, not wanting to distract him as the horrifying man hovers out of the portal and sends a huge bolt of Omega beam zig-zagging haphazardly toward Superman. "NO!" she cries out, stretching and widening her free arm to begin scooping up the helpless bystanders as gently as she can, trying to get them out of harm's way, as her brother would want her to do.
Doctor Umoja has been monitoring all communications and unusual activities from Team: Genesis CIC, since coming back from Cadmus. When monitors detect wormholes appearing, he quickly puts on his costume and prepares to investigate the matter. He is flying from Harlem, so he will be there in moments.
The Tick is pulled in Superlass' wake, her hand wrapped around his thick ankle, looking behind him with bulging eyes, making fighty gestures and shadowboxing at the quickly disappearing Apokoliptian landscape, "That's right! And a right! And a left! That's right, run away, demon planet, run away from the wrath of justice!" he calls, not entirely clear on the fact that he and the heroes are actually the ones doing the leaving. When they come through the portal, he yelps, "OH, MY CONTENTS HAVE SHIFTED!" he yelps, suddenly feeling bobbed along in Megan's wake as she reaches out to try and scoop up bystanders, his massive chin scraping on the concrete behind her as she skims along, "Ouch! WHUMP! Oh, that's a filling! BAM!", his head delving a furrow into the asphalt of the street until Megan's hand finally slips free of his ankle, leaving him upside down, legs straight up in the air and his head buried entirely in the street, rubble surrounding his neck. He sticks out a hand with a thumbs up, his voice hollow and echoey from the sewers below as he calls out, "I'M OKAY! KEEP GOING, SUPER ORPHAN! UNCLE TICK IS PROUD OF YOU!"
Ermahgawsh, worm hole! Rain is curious about such phenomena. Rain will hop onto her flying broomstick, donning her gambler's hat, long coat, goggles and bandanna (hey, you try flying without one - bugs EVERYWHERE). And her innate hatred of pigeons. Fortunately, Rain is a mobile critter and ends up in Metropolis in little to no time (Okay, so a portal helps, too...). Rain is there probably just in time to see Tick and his wonder orphan. Oh my. "OH wow. What was in that coffee?" Boggle. Either way, she's arriving and - probably going to - hey, it's Booster! She likes Booster. He was always pretty nice.
Kilroy creates several channels of large copper rolls, thick enough to channel folks in the most efficient method to escape.
Using the ring that his cousin gave him, Zack's flying through the air when the portals began opening up. Dressed in his black costume, rapier at his side, his hair ripping in the force of the winds around him. Zack grins at Rain as he flies up next to her,"Hello Rain. I think that we're probably going to be dealing some nasty injuries here." He says looking around and planning out the spells that he'll need to use.
Superman lifts his forearm across his face as the Omega beam closes in on him, not yet possessing the speed he needs to outrun them. But whatever form of invulnerability he possesses remains in some fraction, driving him backward across the asphalt but otherwise leaving him unharmed. At any other time he would be ushering civilians out of the way but right now it's all he can do to stay alive.
Leaping from the small crater he's made in the road, he moves to drive his fist with all the strength he can muster across Darkseid's jaw. Not enough just yet, but it's all coming back to him slowly. Too slowly.
Slowly, Darkseid begins to descend down towards the street level, without any trace of haste or concern. Helicopters begin to fly about, immediately mobilized to start videotaping the battle. Good. The God of Evil wishes for this display to be written into history. The appearance of new heroes from the waning portal do not cause him to even glance, focus entirely on the Man of Steel. "Come. Fight me. You received your powers, after the sacrifice of your friend. All of their hope is on you, now. Nobody else within this city can hope to stop me."
And then a rake of heat vision strikes across Darkseid; Zenith gets his attention for a moment, but that's when Superman rushes forward. Indeed, not fast enough. A long arm thrusts out to catch Kal-El by the throat, reach sufficient to keep that fist from finding home. "You can do better than that." Another blast of Omega force is aimed at Clark's chest, roaring outwards with intent to drive him into the side of a skyscraper, and all the way through it to the other side!!
Carefully, patiently, Darkseid begins to float forward once more.
Getting closer, Nico learns her mistake in getting this close, and instead diverts half way towards them towards the copper coils she spots, still running. A lot of running.
Well, this is all horrible. Booster Gold tries to get his mind into this fight, concentrating on keeping his forcefield strong as he increases his flight speed. His powersuit is intact enough for the moment; it is not degrading his powers. The targeting function built into his goggles are fine, and from his point of view a few circles zero in on Darkseid. A sonic boom rattles the unbroken windows in the area as he powerdives, fists up near his face like a boxer in a blocking position. He knows he cannot do much to hurt the craggy figure, but he is hoping to give Superman a moment to catch his breath.
Megan's fast. She's efficient. She scoops up people and moves them to safety. She tells them to remain calm and to stay in a safe place, such as doorways, as one might during earthquakes. She does this over and over, all at super speed. Yes, the civilians are confused. But, she doesn't have time to explain everything. She just warns them there is danger, and Superman and other heroes are taking care of it. But, to be safe. Always, be safe. In her new uniform, her red caplet, the blue pleated tiny skirt, the white, shortsleeved half-shirt with the S-shield, Superlass is now, she feels, finally earning her place in the family. She is being good. She is keeping people safe. She is helping!
When she's cleared the general area and warned people to call the police and block off wider areas, to put out radio warnings, to further protect the public populace, she exits a building...only to see her brother---clasped by the neck...and being driven toward a skyscraper. NO! She takes a deeeeeeeeeep breath and BLOWWwwwwwwwws as hard as she can in their direction, trying to veer Darkseid off-course, if only to distract him enough to give Superman a chance to regain the upper hand.
Kilroy racks his brain, trying to decide what will help. A rai stone? If it can hurt superman it will shatter the stone like playdough. And all the coins and currency in the world will not help. And it hits him, the back of his mind...time...time is the only thing that will help...and gosh if Mr. Darkseid doesn't talk...so with a wave of his hand he arranges a little present the next time that he opens up his mouth to talk. A distraction only...but a distraction might do.
Zenith doesn't slow down, still moving at past the speed of sound he circles around behind Darkseid, charging in to punch as hard as he can, with all his speed behind him, at the base of Darkseid's spine.
Tick pops his head out of the street, whipping his face back and forth like a bulldog and spitting out gravel everywhere, "PTEW! Ungh, the taste of progress is grainy and kind of like hair," he mutters, "But NO MATTER! No matter what flavor clings to my tongue, the only taste I crave is the taste of JUSTICE! And Justice is smooth and goes down easy! It's creamy and frothy and bubbly! Justice is the root beer of goodness, the double half-calf latte of righteousness, the hot cocoa with marshmallows of do gooding! And I gotta tell ya, I'm PARCHED!" he says.
Seeing Superman in full battle with Darkseid, Tick casually reaches over and grabs a taxicab, the driver leaping out of the door, "Pardon me, citizen, but I must requisition your vehicle for the greater good. The City thanks you! Now, you leave Superman alone! Take your smelly face back to your smelly planet, you smelly jerk!" he says, hurling the taxi at Darkseid with a huff and a puff. Houses blown in, not included.
Blink. Rain waves to Zack from her flying broomstick. "Hi! And -" There's a Darkseid and Booster and everything going on. "Whoa." She last saw this in some sort of video game mash up. Or was it a fan fic? She can never remember these things. "Oh geez." Well. She's not sure what sort of damage she could do to THE FREAKING DARKSEID. IT'S DARKSEID. Like THE Darkseid, not the Star Wars one with the now handicap-able guy and - huh. Well, then. She'll look for anyone injured, otherwise it's time to ...
Start casting a spell from her broom! Yes. She can use magic blasts in lieu of bullets. It's handy. And kinda flashy looking compared to her usual style.
Superman raises a fist, swinging it at the side of Darkseid's head all too late. The blast strikes the S-shield on his chest squarely, sending him rocketing backward. He smashes through the building's foundations as though they were plywood, breaking through on the other side covered in dust with a plume of smoke rising from the place the Omega beams struck.
He takes a deep breath, looking up at the sun for a moment. It's nourishing, yes, but he's not getting what he needs from it fast enough to make a difference. He rockets skyward suddenly, passing swiftly above the steel and glass canyons of Metropolis to more readily find sunlight and survey the brewing disaster below.
Doctor Umoja is still a bit amazed at some of his new abilities as he now able to peer at the battle from a greater distance. He focuses on two of his teammates, one of them still running towards the area. He swoops down to pick 
A moment later the taxi explodes, senting fragments of metal in all directions. "ENOUGH. Do you all wish to die for your icon?! So be it!!"

Right now, Darkseid is not attempting to involve any of the citizens. In fact, not even the rest of the heroes. He lands heavily upon the ground in front of the massive hole, where a few surprised citizens are looking out from shattered offices. "And now y-flbrbehjbejhrbjhbe..." Quarters tumble out of Darkseid's mouth, utterly flabbergasting him. He then turns and spits, pulling another out from between his teeth. What...?! A moment later he's struck by an intense gust of wind, causing him to skid backwards. Facing Miss Martian, Zenith's roaring punch strikes him square in the back. It likely hurts his fist, but staggers the God of Evil forward with a grunt. And then, a second intense strike from Booster causes him to almost take a knee, growl of annoyance leaving him more than pain. A number of blasts from Rain start pelting him from above, shielded with a forearm before a taxi slams into him, driving him into the wall adjacent and heavily denting the foundation.
A moment later the taxi explodes, sending fragments of metal in all directions. "ENOUGH. Do you all wish to die for your icon?! So be it!!"
Kilroy can sense...bad things coming and speeds folks up, feeling pushed, pulled and moved in a remarkably coordinated fashion, not a lot, not a huge amount but enough to make a bit more order out of chaos as their wallets move them ipso facto farther away from the scene. This is going to be bad. Very bad.
Superlass zooms up high into the air, getting a look at all of the various heroes and their placement, and a look at where Darkseid is. She tries to spot her Uncle Tick, because she has an idea... A horribly painful one, but... Well, this is a desperate time. She speeds in his direction and lifts him up, flying him a decent way away from the area. She begins whispering in his ear, feverishly, trying to cover his mouth so he can't argue over her.
Tick listens to what M'gann suggests to him, the two of them landing in a small park away from the action. He makes a lot of faces, mingling disgust (including a few vomiting faces), fear, sadness, and strangely comforting her as well. At last, there's a muffled conversation and the two are huddled together for a moment, Tick rocking rhythmically to and fro, muttering to himself, his eyes bulging with effort until he finally falls away from her, rolling and somersaulting head over heels. He looks down at something in his hand and then clenches his eyes shut, driving it into the Earth, his final cry loud enough to be heard, "THE SEED IS PLANTED, MY LITTLE ORPHAN TREE! NOW, CARRY ME AWAY BEFORE UNCLE TICK GETS THE CHUNKIES!'
Attacking someone with his entire body is not a martial art that Booster has really practiced, but he knows his punches will be inadequate, and his blaster fire won't even catch Darkseid's attention. Sometimes you just have to use your defense as offense. After smashing into and then off of Darkseid, Booster ends up hitting the pavement and he goes right through it, tearing a fair sized hole. There is a slightly echoing sound of metallic screeching and thumping immediately afterwards.
Laying on the subway track under the front-most car of a subway train, Booster stares upwards for just a moment. There is anger starting to burn through the horror, and as the train operator flees the car, the Man of Gold grabs it from beneath and hoists it up overhead. He flies up through the hole he'd inadvertently created, exclaiming, "He's not just an icon, you sanctimonious JERK. He's a friend!" Turning in the air, Booster tries to bring the subway car around and down at Darkseid, like a huge unwieldy club.
Kilroy coordinates a more orderly mob you never did see as civilians make room for each other and move, actually clearing out a rather large section of innocents in the area. Quarters will not cut it though, Kilroy Conneticut...think...think...think!
Pushing his abilities in ways he never has before, he creates the cheapest currency he can, green stamps...thousands and thousands of them in a raining confetti around Darkseid...invisible to the heroes attacking him but quite visible to Darkseid...maybe it might slow him from targeting the Omega beams?
Superman hovers above for a moment, watching as the heroes of the world converge on Darkseid without hesitation. He reaches into a pocket on his belt at the small of his back, producing a palm-sized arc reactor - the same arc reactor that until minutes ago kept shrapnel from piercing Tony Stark's heart. He looks at it for a moment before his gaze turns to the looming Stark Tower nearby.
He won't get a better time.
He flies at speed, the air bursting around him as he barrels through the sound barrier. Soon, he has left the battlefield.
As Darkseid screams his rage, Nico's pointing her staff in his direction. "Bombardment.".
A burst of rockets is appearing from the staff, blasting in Darkseid's general direction. They're not homing missiles or anything, sadly, and Nico's hoping they hit.
Zenith shakes his hand as he flies back away from Darkseid again, "Ow." He then looks back to the so-called-god and opens his mouth, but Booster beats him to the sentiment. Lashing out with heat-vision again, he says, "You don't get it, do you? Even if he wasn't here..." and soon he isn't? Superman leaving throws him off just a tiny bit, but he goes on, "Isn't here, we'll still fight you. We'll always fight you."
Booster to the face! Rain would probably cheer for the golden themed hero dude, but she's a little busy making sure she doesn't get knocked off her broomstick. "He brings a lot of people hope," Rain offers quietly. And he always seemed like a decent dude. Nevertheless, she'll keep Booster in sight, just in case. The mob of fan girls if he got squished would be a riot the likes of which had never been seen. Aside from Loki pictures being banned from Tumblr. That would make an even bigger riot, but.
Rain has work to do. She can't turn Darkseid into a newt (He'd get better anyway). But she can attemp a blast of fire.
Doctor Umoja furrows his brow slightly as he remembers this battle was so much easier last time, when there was no civilians around, and they had a fully powered up Superman. Umoja superspeeds to the building that Superman was thrown into and rips up a huge section of the building. He straps his concussives bombs to the huge section of the building, and throws it with all his strength and speed at Darkseid.
"I've got an idea..." Zack says calmly, before going to the ground and beginning to trace a full circle with symbols into the ground. "I need to help the heroes." He mutters as he works on engraving the symbols into the ground. While he could probably help with taking on Darkseid, the amount of lifeforce there and sheer darkness of it is enough to overwhelm. THe rapier's tip does a good job at engraving in the ground. Breathing in and out slowly, he's trying to clear his head.
Right now, Darkseid's attention is certainly not on Clark. He's glaring down towards the hole that Booster went through, as the Superlass ferries away the Tick. "The Man of Steel has fled." he calls down to the time-traveler. "A wise move, to leave you lambs to slaughter." Is that a bunch of money? A glance is done towards Kilroy, and he would feel the horrific sensation of being noticed as the cause of this harassment. Heat beams impact his chest once more from Zenith, before a heavy crash of magic from Nico staggers him. A foot stamps to brace him, roar of fire similarly licking across him. It's certainly all distracting him from what he knows is coming.
Booster flies up into the air, and to his potential horror, Darkseid's grinning through a haze of magic flame and sizzling concrete. A hand extends, and he catches the side of the subway car with a hand. There's a great crack of metal, moving to grip it and then twist, intent to instead pancake Booster Gold on the adjacent building instead. ...Of course, something is coming from behind, now. Twisting, eye beams roar, striking the incoming building. Just prior to hitting him, it vaporizes in a wash of ash... before the concussion bombs fall around him. "?!?" There's a massive eruption, staggering him backwards. Vulnerable again!! The heroes had best take advantage of it!
Megan does as Uncle Tick tells her, lifting him in her arms in a great big hug and cries into his chest for a moment before she pulls herself together and begins zooming back to the battlefield. She flies so fast that she and Uncle Tick are a blur. She holds him to her body so he doesn't get whiplash or anything. They're nothing but a red-white-and-blue streak in the air that's there, then it's gone. And, very soon, they're back in the thick of things. She gently sets Uncle Tick down on top of a building from which he has a good vantage point to leap, as he's fond of doing. And, she flies higher to see the rockets zooming toward Darkseid, coming out of that cute little Asian girl's wand. When one goes astray, Superlass grabs it and HURLS it as hard and as fast as she can at Darkseid, screaming primally, when she doesn't immediately see her brother. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM, YOU FOUL VILLAIN?!" she howls, tears streaking her cheeks.
Kilroy almost squirms. More than anyone else here he doesn't feel he's a hero. And while his efforts are largely invisible to everyone else...he knows Darkside knows its him. And he knows Darkside knows that he knows it. He does not know if Darkside knows that he knows it though (Which would be silly to know anyway.) Collecting his thoughts...and seeing the heroes work together, and more importantly, realizing that he's about to be incinerated, Kilroy drops a large Rai stone on Darkseid anyway, invisible to all but Kilroy and the God, it nevertheless hits him with a literal ton of rock from a hundred foot height at precisely the same time the next attack hits. (Or tries to).
Superman doesn't immediately return. Wherever he's gone, it wasn't a simple 'duck in' and 'duck out' affair. There's no sign of him as the battle continues to rage. Fled? Surely not.
Booster has noticed the lack of Superman, but this does not bother him; he has a lot of faith in Kal. He just bares his teeth at Darkseid at the taunt, and then he is getting clobbered by his own improvised weapon. The train gets smashed against the building, knocking down rubble and shattering what little glass remained unshattered. Although his force field prevents this from being a killing blow, the intensity of it rattles Booster's bones. In the wreckage, he briefly loses consciousness. His suit is further tattered, his goggles are cracked, and he is completely covered in concrete and plaster dust.
With a groan, Booster stubbornly shakes the darkness out of his head and blasts away some debris to free himself. Trying to use a weapon was a mistake, he does not handle those well. Stick with what he knows. What does he know? Actually hard to think at the moment. Flying into the air, trailing crumbles of bricks and brushing away rebar, Booster's forcefield glows back into life. He then turns at the apex and flies down at Darkseid again, pushing himself to supersonic speed as he goes for another human missile attack; he knows how to tackle. He remembers -that-.
Rain's spell is a little slow, maybe since there's plenty of fire, she'll try lightning! And it beats Zack getting attention, since he seems to be doing his thing. Rain looks puzzled as Doctor Umoja is doing his thing. Still quietly rooting for Booster, she calls, "Hey! I'm here if you need um, stuff!" Help seems a bit condescending. He's Booster and Rain doesn't think she's terribly high on the list of Powerful People. Also, that money mage dude is pretty neat. But she's staying on her flying broomstick. And magically calling down a bit of lightning from the sky towards Darkseid in the instant BEFORE Booster tackles, because tasing Booster with lightning would be 7 flavors of awkward.
Also, Rain always practices safe hex. Always.
Zenith keeps up the attack. Once again, following Booster's lead, he goes in for a physical attack. He can't keep up his heat-vision anyway, even in this bright sunlight. Seeing Booster coming in from one angle, he swoops around to try to catch Darkseid on the rebound from Booster's attack.
After the missile fire, Nico's running to the side, pointing her staff at him again.
"Rockslide!"
A large rain of boulders are appearing in the sky above Darkseid, raining down. One shot left in the staff at this point, though.
The Tick takes a long, long moment absorbing what Superlass has told him. Tick's a goofy sucker, no doubt, but his heart is true, and, for those few that know him well, they know that, when you're loved by the Tick, you're truly loved. Finally, though, he clenches his fist and stands at the edge of the roof, "TYRANT OF APOKOLIPS! LET ALL THE UNIVERSE KNOW THAT YOU ARE A POOPHEAD! AND YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE CAUSE YOU'RE DUMB! SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!" he booms, his massive bass voice rolling through the valleys of Metropolis' city streets, as he reaches down and breaks the fire escape off the side of the building. Not just a level of it, the entire fire escape, at least ten stories of rickety wire and iron and stairs and landings hefted over his head, "EAT SAFETY!" he cries, hurling it at Darkseid.
There is slight bit of doubt that enters his mind when he sees how Darkseid is handling multiple opponents with ease. When he sees that familiar rai stone dropping from the sky, he decides to throw some super strong punches and elbows in a coordinated attack.
Log Note: Above pose is Doctor Umoji
Kneeling down into the center of the circle he finished crafting, Zack begins to chant softly. Spheres filled with the elements that he commands in golem form appear at various points around him. Fire opposite water, air opposite earth, and shadow opposite light. The young teen continues his chanting, utilizing every last drop of his mystical energy in this spell. This of course causes a big ole flare of mystical energy right now. Standing up and pointing to Zenith, Zack imbues the hero with his magic. Trying to make him faster, stronger more durable, and also just a bit more dangerous in general. Not to mention giving the young hero some regeneration abilities as well. "Well let's see if how this turns out."
Umoji. Darkseid had underestimated the people here. He's a threat; not alone, perhaps, but with a number of heroes here, he cannot be ignored in melee combat.
Still staggered, Darkseid has to make some concessions on where his attention is focused. A huge roar of electricity strikes down from the heavens, grunting as it coils amongst him, before a rocket blows upon the side of his face and forces him to close an eye. His back twists towards Booster, forced to endure the titanic blow that drives him forward with a grunt of pain. Yet it's like impacting the front of a mountain, unyielding!! Zenith rockets forward as well, a few blows striking him, felt through his granite form.
But it is Umoji that is defended against, huge arms shifting, intercepting blows, driving Darkseid backwards step by step, the crash of rocks making it all the more difficult. Umoji is an excellent fighter with speed above his own... the meddlesome heroes are making this difficult!! A huge ten-story piece of metal then flies down from the sky however, hitting him in the back with a grunt. In that moment, Umoji is able to /strike/ the God of Evil with full force, and send him flying backwards like a rocket. He strikes the skyscraper the Tick is on, shaking it like an earthquake as the windows shatter and rain down.
But he only pauses for a heartbeat. There's suddenly a great detonation of Omega force that blows out in all directions, gouging the building and sending twisted metal and shrapnel in all directions.
"ENOUGH!!!"
In his hand now is his Mother Box. It does a single, feeble Ping! before Darkseid crushes it. In a hiss of sparks and electricity, white energy roars out, the remaining Element X grasped by the titan. Eyes roar with energy, before he fires an immense, focused beam. Zigging and zagging, it moves to obliterate any obstacle and make to find Umoja, trying to blast him with every ounce of force he possesses... a force that can damage Superman himself at his prime.
Hands raise, and massive blasts are fired in all directions. Eruptions send cars and the street flying, a number sent towards Zach and the Economy, before a massive hunk of debris is then /FLUNG/ up towards Rain -- a veritable wall, half the size of a city block.
And then his eyes are alive. This time, a cutting laser; raking to and fro, striking through a multi-story building before whirling towards Nico and up into the heavens. A moment later, the damaged building creaks and groans, steel foundation cracking before it begins to topple over like a giant domino towards a number of screaming civilians...!!
Kilroy is able to put a rai stone between the debris and himself, his control of the currency far stronger than his own strength but it is not enough to stop the impact of the blast as it slides back toward him, sending him flying backwards into a building and knocking him quite thoroughly unconscious. The armor he creates at the last minute saves his life, but only just, sending pennies scattering in all directions like bowling pins. And Kilroy is out.
As the Omega blast bursts out, Nico's running. She's already a good distance away, but, still.
Once she thinks she's far away enough..she stops, turning around..to eye the laser, which blasts through her left arm, knocking her to the ground in a pool of blood. As she's lying there probably dying, she calls out.
"Help..."
And then there's a bright glow surrounding her immediate area, the light rather bright.
Unlike an actual missile, Booster Gold does not explode upon impact. He ricochets off of Darkseid and tumbles along the battered pavement. At least this time he doesn't go -through- it. Instead of flying, he just staggers to his feet, raising his fists as if he were a groggy boxer. However, he is not so punch drunk that he cannot see that building coming down. As much as he would like to sock Darkseid again, protecting citizens comes first. When he pushes his flight speed this time, it is not for an attack, but to get to the screaming people. As he lands admist them he flings his arms up and a golden translucent dome appears, covering himself and them as debris rains down and shatters against the force field.
He just needs a few more moments. He pulls the trigger.
The device immediately begins to hum, whirring to life as it sparks within itself a nuclear fusion reaction. The energy from it washes over him, as though filling his souls all at once with the precious yellow sun energy it takes weeks or even months to restore.
High above, Superman practically glows like a second sun as the device in his hand reaches a critical point and begins to bombard him with a condensed dose of solar radiation.
Zenith bounces back from the collision with Darkseid as well, and thrown back into a nearby building by the following explosion of force. When he reappears from the building, something distracts Zenith from the fight. Seeing the building begin to topple towards the civilians, he speeds down. He can't catch a building, but he can pour all his superspeed into getting civilians clear of the debris. At least, those that Booster isn't able to protect with his dome.
As the building begins to creak and groan, threatening to topple and hurt the people inside, and some that have run outside to try to save themselves. A damned if they do and damned if they don't situation. So, Megan is there. In an instant, she is there---along with Booster's assistance---pushing, righting the building, tilting it so it leans against the building beside it---so that it, at least, doesn't fall and hurt others. When she's stabilized the building, she whips her head up to look at Darkseid with blazing red eyes. "YOU MONSTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," she roars, punching herself through the air and in his direction.
"You are, LITERALLY, the worst person I have EVER MET. You're not even a person, you're a MONSTER. You're a MEAN MONSTER, who only cares about HURTING PEOPLE," she screams at him, her face glistening with tears, her freckles dotting her flushed, damp cheeks. Her capelette flutters in the wind as she points an accusing finger, "YOU GO AWAY. You go away...and you NEVER COME BACK! GO. AWAY!" When she screams, she drives toward him with her fists straight out. When she's close enough, she begins pummeling him as hard as she can, punching and kicking and screaming. "YOU HURT MY BROTHER, YOU MONSTER! YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE, YOU GO AWAY RIGHT NOW!" she screams as she punches, kicks, slaps, and anything else she can think to do, tears pouring out of her eyes with abandon, sobs breaking up her screaming demands.
Rain is worried about Booster. And the people. And now there's an unconscious man who is covered in money in - Umoja is awesome! Rain would be impressed, if she weren't so busy being worried. And there's a strange box? No time to think about it, though. She's got half a freaking city block coming at her face. And Rain is soft and squishy. So squishy. She should probably work out more. She's going to turn and fullspeed away from the chunk flying at her. Not like she can /stop/ it. Or she could, for like .0001 seconds before being pasted and it continuing along its trajectory.
The witch does her best to avoid the thing. A few smaller chunks pelt her for her trouble and she curses as she wobbles in midair. Ow. She even got a black eye and curses violently, which are censored coincidentally and comic code-ially approved by other noises in the fight. But she lives. And moves to scoop up the unconscious Kilroy.
Tick has the building literally ripped out from under him, only managing to leap at the last second to keep from careening down on top of Darkseid along with all the rubble (that Booster and Superlass then conveniently move out of the way). He somersaults through the air, if somersaulting means spinning head over heels and flapping your hands like a baby bird while screaming in an undulating, doppler-effect warble until you land on your butt on the pavement, "MY SPINE IS FLAT!" Tick yells as he slowly moves to standing, "But I'm okay!" he says, blinking as he sees Superlass going full on medieval on Darkseid (if by medieval you mean weeping while punching and, given Tick's limited knowledge of history, that's exactly what it means). "HOLD ON, LITTLE DAISY CHAIN! UNCLE TICK'S ON THE WAY!" he cries, running full tilt at Darkseid, and then slamming his hands into the street on the way, lifting and hefting so that he's peeling a layer of street up in front of him, making a carpet roll of asphalt that's aimed straight for Darkseid's darkside.
Does a quick equation in his mind of his survival from being hit with whatever is coming from the box that goes, "Ping", and decides that a known death is way better than a known way of dying. He can always reclone from a known death. Umoja quickly takes hold of his head, snapping his neck and killing him before the beam hits him. Reclone to fight another day is his motto as he body is destroyed by the blast.
Umoja's body is vaporized into naught, so thoroughly the decision to suicide might have been prudent; even one's immortal soul is at risk against the full force of Darkseid's wrath. The last energy of his Mother Box was well used, removing the most dangerous threat to him in the surroundings. A glance is done to those wrestling with the building, before laughing. "Pathetic. The only one here who can threaten me has fallen. As will you all." Two Omega blasts are fired, shooting out; one is hurtling towards Booster Gold, the other at Zenith, both doggedly chasing. No longer with a killing intent, however. Almost playful.
And then Superlass and the Tick are upon him. One hand lifts bracingly, palm impacting the huge piece of debris. He skids backwards, multiple blows from Superlass striking into him, causing a grunt of pain. But things certainly look grim for Superman, as the power flows back within him...
Another concentrated Omega blast annihilates the makeshift shield of the Tick, intent to blast him in the chest and launch him into a nearby building. If he lives, it's because he vastly underestimates how unsquishable the creature is. And then his hand snaps out, catching Superlass by the face.
"So, Superman. Are you prepared to be broken? Allow me to give you some... motivation."
A flare of energy, and then he blasts Superlass in the chest at point blank. The energy would swirl out to enshroud her completely, and a moment later... she would be annihilated, not a single molecule left in the wake of the Omega's fury...!!
Well that wasn't something that Zack was planning on. He doesn't know what to do at this point. His magic is mostly spent but he does manage to get a small sphere of protective energy around himself. It'll keep him safe from some of the debris but it's not designed to withstand too much abuse. "This is crazy..." He says under his breath breathing heavily.
Things aren't over yet. Out of the bright light pertruding from Nico's body, comes a whoosh as it flashes once more before vanishing, revealing...
Nico Minoru. Her left arm just a bit above the elbow has been replaced with an ornate gauntlet, a jewel on the back of the hand. She's wielding her staff in her right hand, flying rather quickly towards Darkseid's position, a burst of energy surrounding her as she dashes forward.
"Revenge."
A massive burst of energy is emitting from the staff, firing straight at Darkseid, as she floats in the air.
Megan...is punching and kicking for all she's worth. She doesn't even notice as the asphalt explodes around her, pelting her as Darkseid is jolted by it. She's screaming and crying... And, then, she hears Darkseid address Superman... Her brother. She lifts her eyes, gasping a choked sob. "Brother!!! You're okay!!" she cries out in relief, more tears coming... Then, the Omega beam hits her square in the chest...and as the energy envelops her being, she can be heard to scream, loudly---loudly it echoes down the streets, and her brother, her uncle, and everyone is sure to hear... "I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!"
....And, then, Superlass...is no more. There is a distinct...absence. Not a piece of her...no dust, no...nothing. Just...gone.
Tick's asphalt is blasted away, the Omega beam hitting him full in the pectoral region, not even the rhythmic bounces of those manly mamaries enough to shrug off the impact of the despicable deviant's devilish deathray! "HOLY SH-!!!" Tick starts to yell as he's hit, raw pain like nothing he's felt before filling him up as he's thrown back into the building. The only pain worse is the pain in his heart on the way backwards, as he watches his beloved Superlass get disintegrated into sweet little orphan pellets...and then not even that, gone, like the whisper of a ghost on the dust in the wind. A single tear rolls down Tick's face, quickly wiped away by the 25 tons of brick that lands on him as he hits the building. And, just this once...Tick doesn't feel like getting up...
Booster Gold, unfortunately, has some experience with Omega beams at this point. He barely survived the one that was blasted his way by Darkseid's son; one from Darkseid himself is not going to be pretty. He also knows that it cannot be dodged, but he flies upwards to get away from the rescued citizens and away from the nearby buildings just in case he explodes. When the beam hits, the forcefield around him visibly ripples and looks like it is seething. He howls in pain as his eyes light up with vividly glowing blue light, energy coruscating over and through his body, and then--
As it turns out, Booster -does- explode, so getting away from everyone else was a good idea. There is a BOOM as the energy overloads his defensive systems and a shockwave of energy. All that is left behind is some fire hanging in midair, and this snuffs out quickly as well.
On seeing the omega beams flying at him, Zenith bolts again, flying into the air and doing his best to stay away from them. He zigs and zags, but of course that doesn't really help. He's just not fast enough to stay ahead of the beams, and he's caught. He, at least, is only knocked from the air, thrown into another building and vanishing inside. No being vapourized here, though that must have hurt.
The device in Superman's hand burns so hot that even the high-grade materials it is made of cannot withstand it. Soon it melts away, liquid metal running rivulets across his flesh. Unharmed by it, he throws the remnants aside when at last his cells are close to full. The Earth's sun will do the rest of the work. He's ready. Almost ready.
But then it happens against. Another life erased by Darkseid. Another close friend. A sibling. More lives. Too many lives.
He prides himself on approaching situations carefully. On holding back a measure of his strength. He can't recall the last time he put everything he had into a fight. He doesn't kill and giving everything he has can kill.
Giving it up can kill, too.
The fury within him is at a boiling point. The solar energy now fills his cells and one could almost think the Man of Steel is glowing. His eyes blaze a fiery red, the air before his face shimmering as he bares his teeth. This is Superman without restraint. In an instant he is gone, moving so fast that not even the telltale blur betrays him.
Then, he shimmers into view directly in front of Darkseid. Is he prepared to be broken? No.
"ARE YOU?!"
He clenches both hands together, fists white-knuckled with rage. He throws all his weight behind the blow aimed at Darkseid's skull. All the strength he can muster. His sheer, unmitigated hatred for the New God spurring him on to a place he's never before been.
Okay, then. This is bad. This is so, so bad. Rain is one of the last ones standing and in fighting shape. She's also a coward. A fact that's haunted her a few times. She's bruised to heck and back, and feeling the awkward lurch of being one of the last ones left. If she can find a body with any trace of life, she'll at least try to heal them back up. And Booster's gone. It hits pretty hard.
Darkseid isn't done; not just yet. A hand raises towards the trembling Zack, before another intense burst of Omega force is launched towards him. Eyes glow bright crimson, before a blast is sent through the air, zigging and zagging in Rain's direction. Unlike the building before, no amount of wild broomwork can avoid that dogged pursuit. "Fall... every one of--!!" Nico's intensive energy blast then flies right towards him. Forearms raise and his body steels, but the impact sends him flying backwards, striking the remnants of the building behind him so hard that it crashes down to rubble in a great wash of dust. Blackened forearms hiss with smoke, and then he glances up.
Superman is coming at him. Faster than he has ever seen. Has he always been so quick...?! A maneuver to dodge fails. Both fists hit him in the chin, deforming it, before a great sonic boom detonates around him. No witty combat is possible; he's launched like a missile into the sky, wind roaring past. He breaches the skyline of the city, going higher, blowing through a cloud and only starting to slow high, high above.
Twitching, Darkseid grunts and flips, managing to stop himself. Behind, the yellow sun glows like a halo, Darkseid panting down.
"COME!! LET US END THIS!!"
"You..god damn..TAKE THIS!" Nico points her staff at him again, several spheres of fire bursting outwards and travelling straight towards Darkseid, her floating in the air attempting to assist Superman in anyway possible.
Zenith picks himself carefully from the rubble of the building, shrugging off metal beams like they were made of paper. The boy is limping a bit, but as soon as the sun hits him he starts to regenerate. He doesn't give up, either, not a whimper of complaint, just lifting into the air and flying in once again. And, once again, he tries to loop around to attack Darkseid from behind while he's distracted by the older Kryptonian.
Aw, snaps. Kilroy is stashed safely at least. Rain really wishes she were just a bit more uber. A bit stronger. A bit faster. Less of a coward would probably help, too. There's an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and sadness. And Zack is about to get zapped. But she can't really think about that. She's landed near where she set Kilroy, only to get knocked away and bounce more than a close up in Dead or Alive Beach Volleyball. And that is a lot of bouncing.
It hurts, too. Pain wracks the witch but she's not down for the count yet. Reeling, she at least manages to crawl over and quietly, more meditatively, start to heal moneydude. It takes a bit though, so the Kryptonian juggling show will go unimpeded.
The efforts of his surviving compatriots seem almost unnoticed. He makes no effort to warn them away or telegraph what he is about to do.
Superman offers no words of defiance or praise for his fallen comrades. He doesn't speak to Darkseid to try and show him the error of his ways. He doesn't aim to reason. Such faculties may indeed be beyond the Last Son of Krypton. All he does is scream.
A scream full of hatred, fury and sorrow. He flies, the clouds breaking to part for him as he accelerates through the sound barrier. His eyes still glow, his knuckles still white. He extends one fist before him, hurling an uppercut at Darkseid's jaw at hypersonic speeds.
The efforts of his surviving compatriots seem almost unnoticed. He makes no effort to warn them away or telegraph what he is about to do.
Darkseid is being lightly hassled by the rest of those present. Nico's blasts are struck away with a fist, launching a blast of Omega beams her way. "Get out of my way...!!" Zenith gets in a couple shots, but then there's another apocolyptic strike into the God of Evil. Another great CRACK, and this time Darkseid is knocked head over heels all the way into lower orbit, leaving the Earth far behind. His head whirls, blackness teasing the edge of his vision while crimsom dims before he again recovers himself. Coughing heavily, he whirls, looking left and right for the blue and red bullet as eyes flare in preparation. "Come... show yourself...!!"
As the Omega beams come her way, Nico is trying to dodge, but one of the blasts hit her, knocking her to the ground, knocked out. The staff retracts into her chest..as does the gauntlet, but her arm is healed into a stub.
As Darkseid is knocked into orbit, Zenith doesn't follow. He knows his limits and there's no way he can keep up with a Superman that's going all-out. So, he floats to the ground, resting and letting the sun and Zack's magic regenerate his injuries while doing his best to follow the fight with his Kryptonian vision.
The speed at which Superman moves is astounding. The only hint of his presence is a brief tinge of blue and red here, then there and then at once immediately in front of Darkseid.
Still shouting. Still screaming. The Man of Steel strikes the God of Evil about the middle at speed, tackling him and driving him further and further from the World. The sun looms larger and larger in front of them, the atmospheric restrictions of Earth peeling away to let him reach truly unimaginable speeds.
Well. Rain is healing Kilroy. She can probably fix Nico's arm, but it's taking most of her energy and attention to get the priest in front of her back up. She can only watch as the fighting goes up and up... If only she could travel into space, too. Although, she's in considerable pain and thinks that not moving around too much is the best plan. Oh yes.
Kilroy says, "who what where when why?" He looks around and is totally disoriented for a moment,"Did we win?"
Sadly, it's not that simple. Nico's arm can't be healed, as it already /has/ been 'healed'. She's down and out for now, though, the energy she expended taking a toll on her body.
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Darkseid is helpless against the raw force rushing into him. Superman manages to accelerate more and more free from the gravity, and the heat of the sun is felt behind. Struggling against the forces, he grasps the Man of Steel by the shoulder and side, unaware of how much time has even passed. When the gravity of the yellow sun, source of Clark's power, fully grasps them -- somehow they grow even faster. At the last moment, Darkseid manages to twist and haul Superman away, but that does not stop the inevitable. He's hurtling like a comet, engulfed by the superheated atmosphere. Descending through yellow plasma, he impacts the surface /hard./ Huge chunks of molten liquid fly away. It's blinding. Far too blinding.
Eyes flare, and with a roar Darkseid zaps the ground beneath him. A wave of blackness roars out, sweeping for miles in all directions. A gargantuan black spot, seething with red cracks, offers solid ground as walls of scorching yellow flame and heat surge on the borders into the heavens.
"Ha... ha..." Shakily, he manages to get back to his feet. Without restraint... he did not fathom Kal-El was that physically strong!
Superman spins through space, already engulfed in the corona of the sun as Darkseid flings him away. But where it may be blinding and burning to others, to the Last Son of Krypton it is as though he has come to the very wellspring of life. The radiation seeps into his every cell and charges him, pushing him above and beyond anything he may have been.
He turns immediately and flies, meeting speeds impossible on Earth, towards Darkseid. His Kryptonian suit blistering and boiling in the heat, even the super-dense fabrics of Krypton cannot stand up to life on the surface of a star.
He flies towards Darkseid, dropping toward him with both feet first. Plotting to land directly upon the God of Evil's head.
Twisting around on the blackened ground, Darkseid's eyes widen before both feet find him in the face. He impacts the charred surface area, sending great charcoal-like blasts of debris flying for miles in all directions despite the massive gravity. Not being directly in the plasma makes little difference; here, it is impossible for Superman to have his cells be any less charged. Every ounce he exerts is immediately replaced... the infinite wellspring of the Omega Force finally matched.
But his eyes suddenly flash, a lance of energy attempting to strike the Man of Steel, and zig-zag him through the air to impact the earth with a great crimson explosion. "So... this is your true power... why would you hide it?! Why would you keep it sealed?!"
"AGH--!"
Superman lets out a shout of surprise as the Omega beam strikes him, driving him up through the air before slamming him down into the super-heated iron surface. But not even that is enough to pierce the skin-tight invulnerable field that envelops him. He rises to his feet at once, darting through the air with both hands outstretched.
He moves to tackle Darkseid again, raising a fist to strike at him whenever his guard is lowered for even a split second. His words punctuated by the throwing of punches at the New God's face.
"You wanted this, Darkseid! You hounded me! You killed my friends! My family! Now you're going to suffer and burn!"

Darkseid firmly embraces the Man of Steel upon the sun, rolling back and force across charcoal soil. A furious battle of passions, tempered by the heat of an adjacent star... second only to the wild fire between the two godly figures!!
Once more back upon his feet, Darkseid continues to pant heavily. But Superman is upon him in an instant, striking him within the chest with a great cry of pain. He skids backwards hundreds of yards, tearing a furrow into the broken patch of sun. Blows strike into him with force he's not felt in what feels an eternity. Blood spackles the air before vaporizing, stone cracking under those relentless strikes. But he snarls, managing to twist and throw down a punch of his own, aiming right towards the Man of Steel's spine. A great crack of force, simply from throwing it.
All restraint is let loose at once. The constant simmer of Omega Force within his body, normally only visible in his eyes. His body roars, crimson energy seething from every pore, as the God of Evil rushes to the height of his own power.
"Wanted this...?! We had a deal, Kal-El!! Your father for the life of Superman. And you went back on it! You LET them make you go back on it!! Do you not see... this retaliation, this BLOOD, is from the pride you have in that 'S'?!"
Superman only relents when Darkseid strikes back, letting out a shout of pain and tumbling back across the darkened surface. He does not stay down long, however, walking slowly back towards the God of Evil. His cape whips erratically in the solar winds, the rest of his suit now full of gaping holes that have been burnt away by the heat.
"Who were you to take him in the first place? You talk like it's a deal I dishonored but you only got your 'bargaining chip' by stealing it!"
He lunges forward, aiming to drive Darkseid into the ground with an overhead axe-handle strike.
"You're a thief and a murderer, Darkseid!"
"Is that how you rationalize this, Superman?" Darkseid states, grinning. "I did take him. And I took him to test your mettle. Whether you truly were someone who would do anything for the greater will of Earth. Or if you had the same weakness and sentimentality of any other creature, raised in such a pitiful environment..." Another lunge forward, but for the first time Darkside manages to interpose his forearms, catching the strike with a great eruption of energy. An immense dent is formed beneath the pair, struggling against power on par with his own. But he attempts to break the momentary stalemate by once more breaking his Omega beams to bear, flashing forward in a point-blank explosive blast intent on engulfing Earth's greatest hero!
"Tell me this, Kal-El. Are you truly a noble soul? Or are you simply a result of fate, giving you such soft parents to raise...? The rage within you. The lack of restraint. You want to HURT me. You want VENGEANCE. Is this what you stand for...?!"
Darkseid is in a poor position, and mostly fronting. But putting a seed of doubt within Superman... that will give him a chink in the armor he sorely needs. All of this, giving him an offer he couldn't refuse, the fallout from Earth's reaction, the attack on Apokolips... the true strike was not meant for Earth, but on the very will and mind of Superman himself all along!
Superman throws his head back, gritting his teeth and wincing in pain as he is caught in the middle of the explosion. When it clears only the lower half of his costume remains, a hand reaching out to catch his cape before it flutters away and tying it about his waist. Sentimentality indeed, he isn't about to let that be lost on the Sun.
"I stand for those you've killed and all those you won't ever be able to threaten again!"
The seed of doubt is planted but rather than recoil or second-guess himself, the Man of Steel throws himself at Darkseid once again. He delivers a flurry of strikes, punches delivered with such speed and ferocity that the force of them cracks and rends the ground should they land.
Darkseid shifts, maneuvering as best he can. Strength and speed are at a level below the Man of Still, but his dexterity is incredible, with a combative prowess far above Superman's own. Some blows slip through, sinking into his form and leaving deep fistprints, staggering him backwards with a grunt. But he does not stand idle, whipping out a backfist, thrusting up a knee, and aiming to return at least one blow for every two. Truly, if they had been leveraging this kind of assault on Earth, countless people would have died. The feedback from the strikes is damaging the area of blackened sun for acres, the pair at the height of strength and durability.
"I have killed more people then the entire population of Earth. Millions more kneel like vermin in the pits of Apokolips. But tell me this. How do you plan to STOP ME?!" In a burst of speed that may surprise Superman he aims a vicious right hook, attempting a quick but brutal onslaught of fierce hooks and jabs concluding with a flare of his eyes and another attempted strike of the Omega force!!
"Even now, I could erase you from existence... even now, I could banish you to infinite realities, each hell worse than the last...!!" These threats seem real, but there's no indication that he has any plans to attempt such, which might be peculiar itself...
Superman takes the punches but keeps swinging, his face and jaw swelling up with the punishment he's taking. Even with the healing power of the sun he cannot heal faster than the punishment is being laid upon him.
"Break you!" he shouts back, "Leave you bloodied and beaten and throw you to their people so they can see just how fallible their god is! Leave you a shadow of who you were!"
When the Omega beams come again, Superman is ready for them. His own eyes light up, beams of solar energy hissing out in a precision line to meet the beams halfway. On Earth they'd be no match for them but here, at the heart of their power? They are on another plateau entirely.
Darkseid is in little better condition. Although he can reconstitute himself, the process takes hours. He is a vessel of power, and when broken, such leaves him incredibly unstable and vulnerable... normally few could hope to inflict such wounds, but his only hope is to keep up his onslaught, and hope to put Clark down with a weakness he has that the God of Evil doesn't -- pain. The moment he falters, he can rip into him without stopping...!!
But his beams strike intense red, causing surprise. More power is boiled into them from Darkseid, but Kal-El can similarly draw from the heart of the Sun. In the end there's a warble before an incredible explosion erupts between the two of them, sending the New God hurtling backwards to bounce once, twice, and skid upon the blackened sun once more.
"Is that what you think...? Naive." Yet it appears the threat is not entirely empty, given that Darkseid's expression grows more serious.
"You are an intelligent man, Kal-El. Are you aware how this sun works? The CNO cycle is vital. Carbon is the catalyst for hydrogen to burn into helium. I wonder... what might happen if that carbon were to vanish? If the gas were to get too cool as a result, then the fusion process might be disrupted. Would you like to see?"
Superman is likewise flung back by the explosion, skipping across the surface until he comes to a stop and immediately readies himself for another attack. He's feeling the pain but this close to the sun it is dull and far away, like the very energy itself is shielding him from it as best it can. The threat sends his eyes wide and once again he is overtaken by rage, hate and grief.
"ENOUGH!"
He launches through the air, the barely-visible blur again as he does all he can to close the gap with Darkseid. His arms are already moving, a desperate flurry of blows seeking only to stop the New God before he can do anymore harm.
Ah. Superman has finally made a mistake. Striking at him with such raw desperation... with moves choreographed with simple brute power and speed, relying on natural abilities, the advantage swings more towards Darkseid's court. "Earth is only 1.7% powered by the CNO cycle... but who knows what damage it might cause to it's stability? I admit to being curious...!!" He manages to bring his forearms up, weaving and blocking the majority of blows, but the pain behind them build up to a dull thrum in his limbs. He can't keep this up for long, driven back farther and farther. "HAH!" he offers, striking out suddenly with an elbow towards the temple. Flowing into another overhead blow, trying to strike the Man of Steel into the ground. Unless he escapes, he'll find Darkseid's own flurry of super-powered fists thrown in rapid sequence, amidst intense blasts of Omega Force just to pepper the situation.
Superman doesn't get tired.
Sure, he sleeps sometimes but it's more out of habit from his younger, less invulnerable days than something he truly needs to do. He can exert himself for days or even weeks before he starts to feel the burn. But even here, at the source of his power, his muscles are beginning to tighten and weigh him down. There's nothing for it. He has to end this or lose.
He ducks aside, the elbow passing over his head and granting him just the second he needs to blur out of sight and behind the God of Evil. Reaching out he takes Darkseid's head in his hands, plants a foot in the middle of his back and begins to pull.
Silently he prays that they'll understand. Even here, far from the prying eyes of all those that look up to him, he can't help but feel he's failing them by resorting to this. By resorting to killing.
Ducking the elbow was surprising. Darkseid had thought Superman was rushing forward mindlessly, but it was clear he was not so simple. A backfist scarcely misses him as he rushes to the side, Omega beam whirling about in a zig and zag. But when his head is grasped and his back pulled back, a shock of discomfort causes the blast to detour and erupt behind Superman. Hands immediately rush up to grasp the Man of Steel's forearms. A poor position to say the least, struggling as his back bows further inch by inch. "Kch... you mean... to kill me...?" And then suddenly, "So be it." His body goes lax and his grip releases. In that instant, Superman has full reign. He can do it. He can shatter Darkseid's spine, break his neck, and put an end to this... just like Tony chose not to.
Superman continues to pull for a moment. He could do it. He could rip Darkseid's head from his body and end the threat once and for all. Here nobody would know. He could tell them whatever he liked and they wouldn't question him. It'd be less than he deserves for what he did to Tony, to Booster ... to M'gann.
With a disgusted cry he lets go, planting his boot firmly in Darkseid's back to kick him away. In the end he can't do it, his teeth gritting and his features swollen with pain and injury. He bends slightly at the waist, planting his hands on his thighs as he takes a moment to regain his composure.
"No."
"I knew it. You truly are weak."
A moment later, Darkseid surges forward. Every ounce of his Omega Force has been brought forward to this ambush. Like Kal-El, he does not get tired. But he gets wounded, and each crack on his body beginning to hiss out Omega Force stresses and damages him further. In a true battle of attrition, there is no telling who might win. Faster than Superman had ever seen the hulking figure move, faster than he might have thought it possible, a great fist sweeps down, intending to strike Superman in the face and drive him into the ground before him with strength sufficient to shatter a mountain. Again and again he would rain down blows, body seething and cracking under the strain of his focused powers being diverted in such a way, teeth grit as blood instantly vaporizes even on the dulled heat of his formed sunspot. The veritable onslaught of blows would not cease for a long time... until he is panting, deep and heavy, slouching as his ruined body splinters further upon thigh and bicep, a flare of red beneath. "Haa... haa..."
Superman cannot move in time to avoid the attack and is pummeled into the ground, lifting his arms to defend himself but unable to do more than fend off the most crippling of the blows. When Darkseid finally steps back he is bloodied and wounded, gasping for air and barely able to see through eyes that have swollen almost shut.
He props himself up on his elbows, glaring at Darkseid. He plants a hand on the ground, pushing himself slowly to his feet so he can stand. He does not stand tall, instead he favors one leg and his left arm is held painfully to his side. He opens his mouth, a rivulet of blood trickling down his chin.
"That ... all ... you have?"
In little better state, Darkseid thrusts out his huge hands, catching Superman by the throat. He hefts him up into the air, holding him close. Even though his body is near bursting, power roars within, strength little abated after the brutality that tolled his body to the limit. He is like a great balloon. He will fill more and more, but until the moment he bursts, the tyrant's strength will not diminish.
"Of course not. I, unlike you... do not have mercy..."
His eyes glow bright crimson, body stressing as he grits his teeth. New cracks form, flaring out, before he roars, focusing the last of his energy into a point-blank narrow blast, potentially capable of killing Superman outright were it to strike his head true!!
Superman hangs there by his neck for a moment, barely able to lift his hands to defend himself let alone struggle free. He closes his eyes a moment, those he lost flashing before his eyes in an instant.
Is this what Tony saw? Or something like it? Some sort of cosmic slideshow in the final moments before being completely unmade.
But then those visions drift to those not lost. His adopted parents. The Justice League. Diana. The Tick. Even Batman. They stood strong for him when he could not and here he is about to let himself be killed outright for the sake of ... what, exactly?
"No."
His voice is barely above a whisper but it imbues him with a new found strength all the same. His arms begin to rise, his eyes stare into the glowing red pits of Omega energy that are Darkseid's. And he raises his hands, planting both his palms across the New God's eyes and digging his fingers into his granite flesh for purchase.
"NO!"
The moment before Darkseid's eyes fire, those hands clamp over them. A wild spray of Omega Force whirls in all directions between his fingers. Flesh burns, muscle blackens, fingers would turn to charcoal, but then there's a massive eruption of force unlike any bore witness to before. A great, rushing whirl that is no less powerful than being hit by the Omega Effect full force; something that can risk taking Superman down in a single hit, if struck true. A massive pockmark is on the sun now, black charcoal and smoke whirling up into the atmosphere and sucked into the nova of plasma. A crater has been formed, half a mile broad, and half a mile deep. Has Superman done it...? Inadvertently caused the God of Evil to self-destruct, killing him in the end...?
The explosion sends Superman toppling through the air once again, crash landing over a hundred feet away. He's wounded badly. His hands are burnt and charred almost down to the bone but even now the solar energy prompts flesh that should have died to live again and knit itself together. He lays still for a long moment, thoroughly spent. He's given his all short of sacrificing his own life.
He finally rises to his feet after several long moments, hovering to the air. All that remains of his once-pristine costume are the leggings and the tattered cape bound about his waist like a sash. He ascends further, looking for any sign of Darkseid.
A shadow whirls in the dust. Huge, and imposing. Superman would feel a great force once more. Was that not enough? Can this man truly not be struck down? Yet when it swishes away, it is clear that Darkseid is no more. He looks like a granite casting, cracked in countless areas and about to break apart like some defeated hollow chocolate bunny. The red light within them is almost gone, scarcely seeping out. Both of his eyes are blackened, the granite blown away from it, only the slightest pinpricks of red within allowing some amount of sight.
Slowly, as slow as a kitten, he begins to hover. Faltering once, his intent is to take himself up to the Man of Steel... and reach out trembling hands to try and grasp him by the neck once more.
"You... will never... win...!!"
With a hiss, Darkseid goes limp, last light extinguishing from his eyes. Down he falls, yanked towards the sun's intense gravity with no more ability to resist. Crashing against it and leaving a Darkseid-shaped impact point a meter deep.
Unconscious. And finally... defeated. Without, Superman might be pleased to know, being forced to kill him...!
Superman would smile if it didn't hurt his face to do so. He'd smile if his heart weren't so full of grief. He'd smile if this victory hadn't come at such a high price. He descends back towards the surface, grabbing Darkseid up in one hand by the tattered remains of his tunic and hefting him higher and higher still.
Away from the Sun. Out into space. He moves swiftly but not as fast as before. He's severely wounded himself and is the victor only by virtue of the fact that he's going to lapse into unconsciousness a little later.
For now, he has to show the people of Earth that hope triumphs over evil.

Friday, March 7, 2014

[Heromux] Dragon Beats Shotgun Beats Pirate


Title: Dragon Beats Shotgun Beats Pirates    
Summary: Kilroy elicits the help of Darix and Lunair in defeating some pirates and cleaning up the toxic coin magic in the ocean.
Location: Mid Atlantic Ocean
Date: 2014.03.007
Emitter: Kilroy
Players: Kilroy, Lunair Weir, Darix Tyner
NPCs: Mumblebeard, Sailors, Pirates, Captain Flak
Groups: Team: Genesis
Tone: Heroic
Rating: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!

The small fishing schooner Patango has been commissioned to take Lunair from New York to visit Kilroy on a chartered and cutter in the middle of the Atlantic. The cutter, known as the Amigdala, is an all purpose ship that has been reconfigured at the moment with weapons, armor and anti pirate gear. There are a few burn marks and dents on the side of the hull, as if the ship had already seen combat. Lunair and Darix are moving with the fisherman, who hasn't really been talkative and are about five minutes from pulling along side of the ship.

Darix Tyner so far has had no requests come up from Genesis until now. They may require some of his mythological knowledge and how could he say no? It was a chance to maybe see this Atlantis and better yet-- To get away from the dang cold! He really, really /hates/ the cold.

So he travels with Lunair to where-ever they may be going. Placing trust in the woman he has /never/ met really and honestly he isn't armed with much. Just a bag over his shoulder, a jacket, with a black turtle neck and a pair of jeans. Including hiking boots on his feet. He does have a sidearm holstered, but that is primarily for his own protection.

Not that he'd probably ever need to use it-- or so he hopes.


Patango. Heehee. That's a name, alright! Lunair has on her armor, and sensible sea gear. Namely, a wide brimmed hat and some sunscreen. She's a bit pale. She'd cook. She seems curious about their myth guy. And best of all, it's not cold. Hooray! Poor Darix.

Lunair looks over to the man, tilting her head. Something seems off about Lunair. She has trouble emoting and talking at the same time. Her facial expressions just seem to be a lot like she's been playing social catch up. Either way, she seems like a polite enough traveller. She seems curious about the marks on the side of the ship. But she looks towards the horizon, perhaps watching for disgruntled Atlanteans, whales, sharks, Kilroy's ship or anything that looks cool.

Kilroy is at the top of the stairs as the Patango pulls along side of the ship. He smiles widely and walks down them to great them. The extendable stairway has hooks at the end that cling to the side of the fishing vessel. He throws open his arms wide and hugs Lunair, then kisses her on the cheek. "Glad you could come." He spots Darix and waves. "Hello sir, pleased to meet you."

He looks at Lunair and whispers, "Who am I meeting again?"

Darix smiles back to Kilroy. "Pleased to meet you as well sir." he then extends out his hand. "The name is Darix Tyner. Mythologist." He gives a minor shrug. "I was asked to come along just encase something came up that I guess would need my book smarts."

"Besides, how could I say no to not only get a nice ocean side ride but to get away from the dang cold."


It's Kilroy! Lunair smiles, waves and her eyes widen a bit as she's hugged. She hugs Kilroy back, turning red at the cheekkiss. They do this in Europe right? Return it! Like a boss. "Thanks. I am glad to help," She tilts her head. Friendly greetings are unusual to her, still. Then again, not being shot in the face is probably pretty friendly to her. She seems happy to see Kilroy though, and glad for the hug. She whispers back, "That's the mythologist, Darix." Although, Darix is super fast and beats Lunair to it.

"Yeah, it's still really cold," She offers sympathetically. "Thank you for inviting us. I hope so far this day finds you well?"

Kilroy extends his hand to Darix and gives a very firm, confident hand shake (but not a hand crush), "Pleased to meet you sir. Well, we are dealing with magic, but since Atlantis isn't helping in this endeavor, it's more really the metaphorical equivalent of mopping up a rancid bunch spilled chemicals. I'm expecting some hostile activity though because treasure hunters who have been infected by the magic have gotten the idea that we know something. Ironically, that's kind of true, but really its the spell defending itself from being destroyed. I must admit I'm not sure how much mythology there will be to study but you're welcome to come." He smiles.

He smiles at Lunair, "Well help is welcome. And I'm fairly sure it will be needed. Radar has picked up a few of the idiots heading our way. And yes, I'm well. Busy, but well." He smiles, eyes twinkling.

Magic. Why does it have to be magic.. Is Darix thoughts as Kilroy explains the situation at hand. "Magic that is making treasure hunters go crazy huh? Interesting spell. I know I'm probably the mundane one here, but-- care to explain on the how it is effecting these guys and.. why?"

"I mean, maybe the why is obvious, but you know.. so encase I step in the water or something. I don't find myself going crazy." He says with a mild chuckle. Not that he is going to explain that if this stuff was even just minorly effective on normal people, it be like.. 10 times worse for him.. and its bad enough that well.. reasons.

"Also you never know. I may have some information that could help with this magic problem too, given that mythological artifacts from tomes to even creatures did have legends of several magical runes, spells, and enhancements."

Also he can cast magic himself, but that is neither here-- nor there.

Lunair seems to like and trust Kilroy. She did totally hug him. She listens, tilting her head. Hmm. She quirks her eyebrows. "I guess I should probably try just to subdue these guys, rather than throw them overboard or what have you," She considers. Lunair might be a mercenary with an alarmingly high bodycount, but she tries to be thoughtful. She ... tries. For her part, she listens. Lunair is clever enough, but most of her knowledge of magic consists of:
1) Those damned underpants gnomes.
2) Wizards will mess you up unless you shoot them in the face ASAP.
3)She totally didn't get into Hogwarts.

Kilroy says, "Well, it's possible. The truth is, I'm not an expert at magic. I'm a priest. Though I've been told on some levels we're different than magi and on some the same. The fundamentals of the occult are not a skill I was taught, by design to encourage me to think of things in an animistic and anthropomorphic view point. The spell out there was born incorrectly of a currency that was trying to be created through a ritual poker game. But it is toxic, angry, intelligent and not wanting to be 'put back in the bag' as it were. The marine creatures have been quieted by Aquaman, so we don't need to worry about sharks or sea monsters or the like, but the greed of men, convinced that somehow I know the secret location of a treasure..."

Treasure. Treasure. Whispers in the mind, promises of gold and glittering riches are in the air to those that can sense it. Kilroy is a VERY powerful mage but, as he said, almost on a different channel so he hadn't immediately picked up Darix's...aura, as it were, but just as he is about to ask about the rather ODD vibrations he's picking up, there is a shout from the top deck of the Amigdala, "PIRATES!" A siren immediately sounds in the ship.

Uh oh. Poor Darix. Rain would be worried. But Rain isn't here and Lunair is completely oblivious. Kilroy seems to be her favorite priest, tilting her head and listening. Hmm. She rubs the back of her head. "Well, I don't think I'll let them take you." She seems pretty set on that. "I'll TRY not to kill them but if they seem heckbent on capturing or putting holes in-" Pause. Did that sound overprotective? Right. She just turns red. A shotgun is shouldered and she'll just settle on something less lethal as her main weapon. Hmmm. Choices. Choices are rough when it comes to not outright killing someone. Well, maybe the bean bag launcher for now, then and an ice gun. Small bean bags. Bruises like heck and knocks someone over or out. Also, ice. She's great at parties.

She glances to Darix. "Um. Thank you." Lunair will probably be in front, given she has body armor. Helmet on, visor down. She looks like a faceless, blank soldier with that thing down. Eerie. Lunair is totes in front and prepared to bother pirates.

Kilroy looks at Lunair, "I read somewhere that the army was working on one of those microwave pain rays? The one that feels like you're touching a light bulb? Maybe that will work?"

The crew is doing nothing whatsoever non violent, and have two heavy infantry machine guns and two shoulder mounted missiles.

Activity can be spotted in the distance...it's a hyrdofoil, moving in FAST! Her maneuverability leaves the Amigdala in the dust. There are men on the deck and two gun shots are sent across the Amigdala's bow as warning. A siren of some kind is also sounded but the solid black ship is unlikely to be any kind of law enforcement.

Kilroy considers, "The opposite?" He thinks for several moments and then smiles, "That's brilliant! I'm going up to the bridge which has better comm gear. Lunair try to hold them off, especially if they have any heavies." As in...metahumans. He smiles at Darix, "Thanks sir, that was brilliant." He heads up the ship's deck and toward the bridge.

Darix stays low, attempting to try and kick up the wind enough to maybe slow down the ship coming at them but as the shots go off, he loses his focus in doing that and growls softly in frustration. It was-- almost predator sounding really and for good reason.

He was starting to get attacked by things. At least by his senses. First off there was something very large that seem to protect Kilroy, who he gave a nod too and a soft, "No problem." It was not that magical energy he had to worry about, but the one he didn't notice at first cause he had his blinders up-- and now the force that was going to be the problem. A very large problem if it wasn't dealt with quickly and probably not a good one for those pirates either.

Who the hell knows, he thinks to himself, maybe it was already doing its worst and it was just now did he start to really pay attention to the pin prick of whispers in his ears. Probably if Kilroy didn't say something-- it be far, far worse by now.

Not to also remind himself that he is a natural predator and though he is in his human form.. a predator is a predator. If he can't keep control on this...

Darix peeks around the corner, his eyes having a mild dangerous glow to them as he looks to see how long they got to the pirates try to board. He clicks back the safety of the gun and just stares out. "If your going to reverse the effects!" He calls up to Kilroy. "I suggest you do it /quickly/!"

He then rumbles to himself. "..perhaps more for the sakes of everyone here.. and those pirates.." He then glances away for a moment, looking at the tip of his pistol that he holds in both hands. "..how could I be so blind.. damnit.."

Uh oh. Lunair is relatively immune to greed, because she's wealthy and enjoys most of her work. Her eyes widen at Kilroy. "Okay! Please be safe. And the ray thing is a good idea," She waves over to him. At the gun shots, Lunair - "Oh geez, they've got missiles." And she's trying to be nonviolent. It only takes ONE good rocket and - TRY LUNAIR. She shivers, tamping down just the urge to blow them away with a bazooka or something equally large and horrifying.

Deep breath. The shotgun will serve as a warning shot. Otherwise, she's going to try to knock them from boarding and watch for any supers or heavy pirates. No, not fat pirates. That's just prejudicial. Metahumans or anyone with armor.

Kilroy takes Darix's warning seriously. This wasn't something he could normally undo quickly...but regarding Darix's solution? That he could do. Out here in the back of beyond, he's weakened. But he has built up tangible assets for just this kind of emergency. Giving. Giving to the kinds of organizations directly opposed by the scum of the earth involved in the ritual. What they stood for, Kilroy opposed through cash, with one or two exceptions of altruistic individuals present. He is making phone calls, dialing as fast as he can, moving his own funds with his power and his voice.

Already the spell begins to weaken, shrieking in pain though only heard by Darix as it scratches metaphorical claws on the ship, unseen, unheard by all others present.

The pirates are close enough to see now. There are twelve of them, and one dressed in flamboyant actual pirate wear with flint lock pistols. He fires one at the ship and a gout of mystic flame comes out, "Arrr.....heav to there and cut yer engines! We're boardin ye!"

One of the regular pirates in the fatigues looks to the other and says, "What did he say?"

"I think he told them to stop."

The captain of the Amigdala, holding his pistol and about to shout defiance from the deck whispers to a crew mate, "Did he tell us to stop and surrender?"

The first mate shrugs and begins firing the machine gun at the pirates who scatter for cover on the deck as bullet casings fly everywhere. Gun fire erupts on both sides.

Oh look! A Pirate that speaks pirate! Darix can though feel the magic weakening and he shouts up at Kilroy, "I think it is working!" Ok-- maybe he didn't need to say that, but right now. He had to spend a great deal of time focusing on keeping himself in check.

The mythologist leans from his cover and suddenly sees the bullets fly. His eyes go wide and one twitches as he ducks right back around for cover as a bullet actually clips a piece of his hair. "Son of a.."

He grits his teeth and just tells himself no. He stares at his gun for a moment, then off to the side, then off to the other side.

He whispers words to himself as the barrel of his gun glows. He then steps out from around the corner and fires twice. Both bullets that fly out suddenly explode into a fire ball. They were normal bullets originally, we swear-- they just got slightly enchanted.

Low level magic man. It can do wonders.

"This is my ship.." He says softly to himself, as he gets ready to enchant the gun again for another shot. His gold amber eyes actually glowing now with their magical light, there was almost a draconic look in them, as he teeth almost take on a fanged like presence. "..this is.." He steps around and opens fire once more. Same trick as before. He was trying-- lord was he trying.

The two fireball rounds knock four pirates into the water wiht a scream though the water puts the fire out when they hit. They're swimming toward the ship, driven by magical illogical greed. The remaining pirates except for the guy in costume all swing grappling hooks which land on the side of the ship and swing over, earl flynn style. Two get pelted by bean bags and also knocked into the water.

Kilroy is donating money as fast as he can and the spell is weakening, but that's not doing it. Something...else...is needed. He's thinking as he dials, and he accidentally adds an extra zero...well...it was a good cause anyway.

The spell is shrieking with rage, growing weaker, but then it whispers in Darix's ear, drawing a bit of strength from him, "Yes! Protect your territory! CRUSH THEM! CRUSH THE INTRUDERS!"

The unnamed pirate spots the magical bullets and says, "Nice gun. I'll be happy to take it from ye. Well ye had yer chance, now avast and be timbershivered!"

He fires his guns in tandem, scorching the side of the ship, setting the first mate and his machine gun on fire. The crew fires at the pirates as well, two of whom are shot.

Six more pirates emerge from the hydrafoil.

Darix snarls his teeth, "Hehehe-- You like the gun huh.." He then takes aim about then. Those eyes so unnatural right now, everything about him has almost done a 180. If Rain was here-- she probably be the force to snap him out of this, but she wasn't here. No one who could snap him out of this was here.

Legends say about dragons was they lived in solitaire with their hoard in the mountains. Yet what mankind did not know was that as they started to slay the dragons for this very hoard, the dragons had to learn to work together to survive. Eventually putting away their foolish need for their hoard and learn how to build together. Yet the nature, the want to hold something as their territory was never gone, as such even in the community Darix was part of. Though they shared the mountain, each house belonged to that family. Each family's wealth belonged to the offspring. For their hoard.. was passed down through the generations.

It was something Darix himself-- shoved aside to be where he was now. He wanted to be better then those of his kind. He wanted to prove mankind and Dragon could live in peace and yet the voices are whispering in his mind. They are calling to that deep primal nature.. and Darix couldn't.. snap himself out of it anymore. He didn't have that ability. For his kind-- his people-- were weak to magic, no defense against it.. and he was now shattering.

"TOO BAD!" He then fires a shot for the pirate, then another. As the second one rings though and he is actually stepping out. One of the stray shots from the pirates, nails Darix in the shoulder. It was enough to cause the young man to release the gun and stagger a bit from the impact. He laughs softly, before that laugh becomes louder. "..you can't have it.. this ship.. or its crew.." The bangs of his hair hide most of his face expect for a single eye that glows under the shadows. A draconic eye. "..because.."

He then starts to walk forward once more. The winds suddenly shift, almost encircling the two forces as he walks. The air becomes heavy with magical energy. "..It.." Then lightning crackles from the sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud. "..Is.." Those words now carrying a dangerous rumble as Darix's body seems to be glowing.

It also seems to be-- becoming taller.. the boat itself may be lifting a bit due to the sudden weight change. "MIIINE!!" The voice roars out from the light as the sudden glow of the form leaps right off, causing the ship to suddenly shift for that split second. The glow takes the form of a massive dragon with black onyx scales and dark crimson red stripes. Twenty feet tall, if not a touch taller and at least forty feet long. That very massive dragon--

-- is pouncing right for the pirate's ship with all the attention to grab a hold of it and probably take it down with him if can get away with it. For his claws were sharp as swords that could nearly cut steel and his teeth with his jaw pressure able to break tanks.

Right. Lunair is running back and forth, trying to knock pirates down. Without killing even if it would be 10 times easier and faster and do it for Kilroy. Run, shoot, run. "Oh my gosh!" The first mate is on fire. "Someone throw a blanket on that guy!" A fire extinguisher? Even if Lunair is a hardened merc, seeing someone die to fire is still horribly unpleasant.

She is wealthy by two tragedies. Being a mercenary and hush money slash inheritance regarding her own survival and the origin of her powers. It's sort of an odd way for herself to keep afloat. But no game of D&D could repair Lunair for OH SWEET CHRISTMAS COOKIE CRUSHING CANDY SAGE CRICKETS! A mother truckin' dragon! "Oh snap." She is still going to knock pirates down and away, but uh. Holy cow. No, wait. Holy dragon.

It didn't look good for the heroes...or the pirates for that matter. The fire shots take out several of them and moral on the crew improves and they take out several more.

Kilroy can sense the change in the spell, and the change in the crew and spots the Dragon moving from the window.

And there it is. He intuitively knows what he must do to clean up the magic. Altruism at a general level will work at a general level but to fully transform the spell, he must take responsibility for it. Aquaman was right. This *WAS* his mess. The family mess. Tapping his foot to the ground, he is suddenly surrounded in armor of oragami paper and coins. He was worried his powers would be weaker here, but ...for one little things. Dragons are symbols...mobile places of wealth....and suddenly he surges with power, almost glowing with it...white light surrounding him. He grabs the spell easily now...and twists it...."Darix Tyner....you are wrong...this is MY SHIP while I commission it, not yours. You are here as my guest. Let the pirates live. Honor the code of your ancestors." He didn't know what that meant but it seemed to be the right thing to say, "RELEASE THE SHIP AND STAND DOWN!" His voice is magnified a thousand fold and the waves crash and rock and he brings his staff down.

The spell, overjoyed for a moment as it surged in size and power from the magically enhanced greed suddenly shrieks in terror as Kilroy reaches out with his hand and it BREAKS...suddenly raining a shower of golden coins falling into the ocean. "You want your treasure pirates? Go catch it but it will be your death if you do!" The spell broken, they look about in confusion and...FEAR...lots and lots of fear. They cower before the draconic reptile.

Suddenly-- counter measure spell and perhaps just in time before the massive dragon finds his teeth and claws in a pirates ship. The counter measure spell though does kinda impact Darix and he has to shake his head, which means he nearly impacts water and suddenly pulls up probably giving the pirate a really good look at that underside and a nearly miss from his tail.

For now mister black dragon just-- circles around as Darix tries to get his baring on-- what he almost did and the fact he was-- well-- in dragon form. Blind rage.. blind greed-- Darix hasn't clicked it all together yet. But those gold draconic eyes at least seemed.. more humane then beastly.

Welp. He does think silently to himself, I done f'ed up now son.

Holy dragon. It's still a dragon. And it's raining gold coins. She makes sure not to get hit by one. Also, she's not so sure on that code of the ancestors thing. Remember that whole bit about humans being tasty and crunchy with ketchup? Odds are, there's not some naughty condiment joke going on there. Humanity rarely forgets its predators, after all. Much as they fancy themselves an apex beast... How deluded! But firearms certainly /do/ help. Tools are kickin' rad.

Lunair is still making sure no one is boarding. Her eyes widen as this whole dragon bidness goes down. She waves at Darix. "... don't worry, that form doesn't make your butt look big." She's really not good at this motivational speech thing.

Kilroy taps his staff again and the armor and staff vanish. He's just Kilroy again. No one really saw him anyway because DRAGON! It sort of trumps 'Squirrel!' to the infinite power. He whispers to the captain, "Er...I don't know what those coins are but I suspect they're probably bad luck best left untouched. Perhaps we can gather up the crew and pirates? I believe there are zip ties in the equipment?"

The captain, still looking up at the DRAGON blinks, "Er...of course, but what about...er..." he points up.

Kilroy pats the captain reassuringly on the back and says, "I think we'll be fine. Plus that's what we brought the expert for." He winks at Lunair. He suspects he has more confidence in her abilities than she does.

The captain nods and begins barking non pirate talk orders to the crew, who snap into action...ok, SLOWLY move into action staring at the dragon a lot and begin pulling up pirates.

Mumblebeard, the guy in the renfair costume, is the only guy running around gathering as many coins as he can find on the hydrofoil.

Darix does eventually land down and which gives access to Kilroy to give him a gentle pat on the back. He rears his hear around to look directly at Kilroy for a moment, before there is a slight huff of smoke from his nostrils. Don't worry folks. Darix is a friendly dragon. Really!

He then looks away and then his figure starts to glow as people start to bring in the pirates. As the figure glows, he starts to make his way to where Kilroy is and now he is back to being human again. As he walks up to the man he then lowers his head slightly. "I am... I am sorry about that..." He says softly. "..and no.. no it was not alright.."

Darix looks at Kilroy. "I thought I could keep myself in control when I realized what was going on.. and but I was not able too and.. could have endangered everyone here.." He shakes his head gently. "But.. I am glad the problem was solved." He watches the renfare pirate collect the coins. "..but it seems not everyone can break free from greed.."

"..." Lunair's eyes are still a bit wide. She takes a deep breath, and dismisses her weapons. She doesn't need to go after anyone else, since the pirates are shaken up and Renfaire guy is giving in to his inner demons. "Sheesh," She frowns. "I guess now we know who the root was," A soft sigh. She looks to Darix. "That was really impressive. You're okay?" She tilts her head and makes her way back to the others, at least.

"Yeah, I can help with the zip ties and stuff." Lunair seems just a bit surprised. And hey, she didn't murder anyone. Surprisingly.

Mumblebeard cackles with glee but after gathering up every single coin that fell on the ship enters the hydrofoil and leaves his men behind, who curse and swear at him, but are otherwise rounded up and hog tied by Lunair and the rest of the crew.

Kilroy looks at Darix, "It may not be alright...but for what its worth you have my 'forgiveness' if you feel its required. We all have our weaknesses, and according to the captain you put up quite a fight against a world class curse. Don't be too harsh on yourself." He looks up and smiles at Lunair, "You were both impressive actually. My work is done. We have the ship for a few days more. We can visit the Caribbean if you like."

Darix looks over to Lunair, at least his eyes are normal again. That normal golden amber color. "Yeah.. I'll be fine. Just.." He looks around the ship. "..this.. can't get out in public.. If it gets public.. I don't think some are ready for it."

He then hears the offer from Kilroy and grins, "Sure.. the warmth. The warmth would be nice."

Lunair is quiet. Curse? Magic? She looks a bit baffled. She trusts Kilroy and Darix to do their things. "Thank you. You flatter me," She smiles to Kilroy. "And oh? We can go wherever you guys like," She seems happy to go with it.

And she looks to Darix. "I won't tell anyone. I dislike being outed, too. We'll get some warmth for you." She seems puzzled. But dragons like warm, and that's that as far as she can tell. She's still kinda weirded out by Mumblebeard's antics. "I guess that's not going to end well for him...?" A peer to Kilroy. "Also, I am glad I was able to help." Definitely a bit odd sans magic, really.

Kilroy looks at the Captain. "Captain can I trust your discretion to ensure that this doesn't get out?"

The captain smiled, "What dragon sir? I have no idea what you speak of."

Kilroy smiles, eyes twinkling, "Good man sir. Good man."

He walked back to Lunair and Darix, "I think your secrets safe with us. The pirates will ...be dealt with by taking them to a country whose juridiction can encourage them to keep their mouth shut. And Caribeean it is."






Friday, February 28, 2014

[Numenera] Team B - Session 5

Cast: Same as Last Time.

"Zork?"

"Yes Highness?"

"If I get an 'A' on my exam can you give me a power up?"

"Those are built into the game highness.  I'm afraid that it really is beyond my control."

"Really?  Nothing?  You know my motivation might improve considerably if you can find SOME way..."

(Sigh)..."I'll see what I can do highness."

The group circles back briefly to recheck their gear and pretend they hadn't set out yet.  After taking inventory of lantern oil and the like, they set out again after establishing a marching order.  As the group proceeded, Valina periodically checked to make sure that there were no telepathic intrusions.  None at the start.  The group was able to travel to the estate of Fat Farmer only to discover that the bugs had learned Civil Engineering skills and built a berm all the way around the farm.  The house was collapsed (from when the group had killed the mega bug) but the barn, the well and the workshop were intact.

The group considered many options, with Johannes taking the lead over the berm.  Nothing happened.  The group went over the berm carefully one by one.  Nothing happened.  Valina gave Johnnes a cypher that would give him telepathy to give the group a link in case they got separated. The group resumed marching order and went to check out the barn.    Something happened.

A giant sink hole opened in the ground and five bug men began attacking the party.  Many of the group and the militia fell in, but Jaybez, Urshinabi, Johannes and Rook (one of the archers from Jeff) shot down arrows to the group.  The Bug men killed two militia and dragged down more.  Nine were saved.  Valina was initially able to grab on to a rope while Jaybez, Urshinabi and Johannes shot projectiles at the bug men attacking Zax and Valina whilst Rook shot the one attacking his son Gil.  Zax made it to the top and was set to start helping others up, when one of the bug men leapt up out of the ground and dragged him back at the last minute.  Valina nearly made it as well but was attacked (Specifically targeted by the hive mind) and dragged down to the bottom of the sink hole.  Gil was drug under, whilst stabbing the bug man attacking him.  Crying with despair, Rook jumped in after him.

Zax, enraged at this point that the bugs were attacking him, focused on attacking just the bug man which allowed it to drag him down.  He did a lot of damage to it, but the lack of air started to get Zax.

"What is this screen that says impending death in 10 seconds?"

"Well it appears you're likely to lose the game highness, though I might note that the structural design of this sync hole indicates that there might be air at the bottom.  You could probably swim down."

"They're going to kill Zax?"

"Possibly highness but-"

"They're going to kill Valina and all these other people?"

"I think so highness but-"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG! I am Prince Caltroth Zortar Alaoraran Deathskullsplitterawesomesause XXXII heir to the Multi Galactic Imperium of DOOM and I am not going to have my Character killed by a bunch of stinking Ant Men!!!!! YOU HEAR ME!"

Zax "the divine" grabbed ahold of the Bug Man's antenna and rode it like a steer, forcing it back up towards the sunlight where it burst out, much to the surprise of everyone else involved where he then turned around and killed it with his Halbard.  Valina grabbed on to one of the ropes.  Johanes meant to carefully charge the bug man attacking her and ended up falling right past the bug and straight down into the sink hole.

Valina and the others got up to the top, including Zax.  They looked around and then began looking for the real entrance to the compound.  The top of the giant mound was covered up.

"Highness?"

"Yes, Zork?"

"I am not able to give you unlimited feed on the game for a wide variety of reasons but I can analyze the feed into your V/R device."

"And?"

"I believe if you look right...HERE...you will find the entrance to the tunnels."

"Awesome.  Thanks Zork. That would have taken forever to find."

"Never let it be said I don't encourage your scholarship highness."

Zax lead the group right to the tunnel entrance.

Meanwhile, Johannes, Gil and Rook were trying to get out.  A bug man attacked them but Johannes quickly discouraged the bug from thinking that this was a good idea.  It ran.  They found some cyphers and then followed the bug.  Along the way, a tiny little acid slug thing randomly killed Gil, but only after Rook pushed Johannes out of the way, saving his life.  Gil was dead and Rook was devastated.

Up at the tunnel entrance, Zax took the lead but accidentally set off a land mine that went off straight in Jaybez's face, harming him, MeatCake and Urshinabbi.  Zax healed them.  They continued onward.

Rook and Johannes fell into a pit with spikes but managed to avoid the poison.  They climbed out of the pit.  Johannes sensed some bugs coming their way and prepared to kill them by throwing down some lantern oil and getting ready to light it.  Rook stopped him at the last minute by pointing out that the Hive mind was decieving him and it was the rest of the party.

Zax proceeded to heal them all.  Rook saw this and desperately asked Zax if he could bring back the dead.  Nonplussed, Zax explained he could heal but not resurrect.  Crestfallen, Rook sat down and wept.

"They're really real aren't they?"

"I..."

"These are real people."

"Well-"

"What the hell kind of game IS this Zork?"










Sunday, February 23, 2014

[Heromux] Team Genesis Genesis

Title: Team: Genesis #1
Summary: Old and new members of Team: Genesis to save hostages at the Empire State Building.
Location: Empire State Building
Date: 02/21/2014
Players: Tousaint Walters Lunair Weir Jeremy Doe Senri_Mizushima Penelopy_Phillips Nico_Minoru Brynnhildr Kilroy
NPCs: Mandroids and commandoes.
Groups: Team: Genesis
Tone: Medium
Rating: Heroic

It is just another ordinary day for Ashley, the tour guide as she leads another group of children through the observation floor on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building. Ashley gathers the children together in a big circle around her, "Today, we are going to walk most of the floors one of the tallest buildings on America. Ashley holds up her hand and says, "How many of you have been here before. Several of the children raise the hand. Ashley gives a big wink to the children, "Well, hopefully I will be able to give you a few secrets about this place that you did not know." "What secrets are you talking about?" is spoken by a voice coming from outside the group of children. Ashley looks up and see a submachine gun with a laser scope pointed directed at her. As Ashley begins to scream, 22 other gunmen in urban combat fatigues appeared in the building and begin securing the doors. The leader calls to others and says, "I want this place lock down!" The leader looks to another member, "Sergeant, do you have the location of the signal." The sergeant looks back at the leader, "No, Colonel, I need about 5 minutes to lock in on it. It seems as if something is trying to jam us in here. The Colonel fires back at two men by the sergeants, "Corporals, fine the source of the jammer. A girl from group of children holds tightly to her backpack and heads towards the elevator. She pushes the button and throws the backpack inside as the gunmen continue rounded everyone else, before going to rejoin her group. She nods to another girl in the group who squeezes her earrings. The Sergeant says, "Jammer strength is getting stronger. One of the corporals finally shouts, "The Jammer is on the elevator. Wait, the Jammer seems to have stop, Sir" The Colonel calls to his men, "Take the tour guide, and the security guards with us. The Colonel looks at the other adult hostages tie them together next to the elevator. The sergeant shouts, "I got a trace on the target it is 10 floors above us and it appears to be standing there. The Colonel nods to the sergeant, "All right, the target is the most important thing." The Colonel leaves five men to watch the children and the remaining adults.

Kilroy is, of course, entirely unaware of the team coordinating outside, but he is aware of the men attacking the Empire State Building. How might you guess? Duct tape. A mortal mind can't monitor everything, but most operations take duct tape for certain kinds of heavy equipment, and the money trail of these gentleman...not good. He still hasn't had time to trace down who they are, but another quick scan of milk money, pokemon cards and sundry lunch tickets tells him the worst of the worst. Until now he's dealt with his father's minions and knew how to counter the threat. This is different. What do they want? He could investigate...but he hasn't time. Moreover, is it right to summon the police yet? His instinct tells him that there is more to this than meets the eye. So he is suited up and armored up, realizing for the first time that ...perhaps some minor utility objects might have been a good idea. Too late now. 22? That's a bit much to take out by himself, not without some serious thinking, but he is able to follow a maintenance man, now running away from the building, and enters through the subway. He can sense where the men are, and how they move but not what they are saying and what they are doing. He summons his staff and moves slowly up the stairs, prepared to enter. Unsure what to do, but determined to do something.

What a lovely day for a tour to the Empire State Building, right? Nico thought so, I mean, she knows her friends are here in the city, so, why not visit the building? She hadn't found them yet, was nearby, and the tour was free, so. She was wrong. As the men come, Nico is moving into the group with the children, placing her hand in her pocket, grasping her pocket knife. What the hell is going on? She needed to be careful, wrong move and she could get shot. Just find the right time to remove it, that's all. Doo dee doo. Lunair's always wondered if you could kill someone with a penny dropped off the top of the Empire State Building. She'll have to get that Mythbusters episode sometime. But she has a message and she is quietly on her way. She even makes it on time, bundled up in a winter coat to hide her body armor. She's totally in the coordinating group, listening to what's going on and frowning faintly. She looks a bit more solemn and focused, thoughtful. Hostages. Always more complicated... When the call came in, Jeremy could tell it was something serious. He dropped everything and ran. He even begged one of the shelter directors for a ride, getting out a block or two away with some (highly unsatisfactory) excuses as to where he was going and what he was doing. By now, pretty much everyone at the shelter is probably aware the kid's some kind of superhero anyway, as often as drug dealers in the area have decided to move elsewhere, but he still tries, bless him. There was the run there, then the scamper up the staircase, and up, and up, and up. He's clearly out of breath, when he speaks into his communicator, softly. "I-I'm...I'm in..." A few deep breaths. "...lots of stairs..." He makes his way up the last couple of flights towards the observation floor, more slowly. "H-Hostages...okay...there's guns, right? I-I'm not so great with guns."

"Only a detestable sort of person would use children as shields." remarks Brynn. She would have needed several attempts to make the comm work, but she recently decided that if she was going to use this thing all the time, she would have a -real- communications unit from home. This one is almost invisible, just sticks to the skin at her chin and interfaces with her on her whole psi-translation internal channel. Good thing Dad let her take it with. But yeah so she is on the obervation deck, strolling casually towards the elevator shaft where she gestures to force the doors open and drops down the shaft at a leisurely pace. "What floor should I be on?" she asks simply... without even moving her lips. Love -real- tech.

It was a beautiful night for a stroll, even if she didn't walk along like most folk did. Still not used to the massive concrete jungle that is New York, she casually walks past a window about 85 stories up. The ensuing ker-fuffle a level above however catches her ear, and a pair of fingers slowly curl over the floor, the pale white face of the Ghost Girl of Gotham (TM) peering in. "Well now..." comes a soft voice that would barely carry a foot, let alone through the window "... what have we here?" Slowly the head fades from sight, so even the trained professionals might doubletake if they spotted the crown of her head out the window, only to see nothing there any longer. With utmost silent, she drifts through the wall and hangs out near the ceiling. This looked like an aweful big party whatever it was... and... she thoughg to herself as she scanned her eyes across the gathered urban troops, she was running low on military trinkets. Faded from sight as she was, content to just observe for now, the only hope of detecting her lies in heat detection or infra-red, where she would register as shockingly cold. Just a half dozen degrees above freezing in a roughly humanoid shape.

With work several hours away, Senri figured that she'd take advantage of both her free time and the free tour of the Empire State Building. Because, hey. What's not to love about free stuff, right? So it is that she finds herself on the business end of several rather intimidating firearms, wielded by rather more intimidating uniformed thugs. "(Go figure.)" Slow enough to avoid drawing attention to herself, she slips her hand into the drop pouch on her thigh and withdraws a storm grey domino mask. "(First time I get to use this and it hasn't even been a week. Gotta love the Big Apple.)" She turns her head down and away from the eyes of the men guarding her and the others, bringing her mask up at the same time. Once it is secured, she maneuvers her way to the back of the group, just to be safe. "(Okay, five guarding, so seventeen elsewhere. Let's start out and work in...)" With that settled, she focuses on the group furthest from her and the hostages and sets the air around them in motion. Only a little at first, but rapidly gaining strength until it howls at preposterous speed. Mysteriously, though, the gale parts around everyone but those in the military uniforms. The idea is to force them out of the building, but time would tell how that would work out.

On the observation deck, Senri's gale winds does its job at pushing a couple of gunmen right outside into park cars outside. These causes the remaining gunmen to grab the nearest hostage. One of them holds up a bomb with a deadman switch, "Whoever is the hero? Step forward! The men are still unaware of Phantasm's presence and Kilroy. Othello speaks to the coms, "Lunair, they are coming to your floor in 30 seconds. Jeremy, I detected some sort of movement downstairs. I need you to run downstairs and get those children to safely. Brynn, come up from the elevators and bring the pain! On the 96floor, the group of men begin fanning out and pulling people out of the offices. The Colonel looks over to his Major, "Secure all the hostages." The Colonel says, "Track down the target. He might be in disguise. The Sergeant goes around scanning each of the hostages one by one. "Colonel, something is wrong. I got two signals now. One coming from above us.

Kilroy can't hear the men upstairs but he can sense the motion and the locals, but he can sense one presence he immediately recognizes. He dials a cellphone which might not be answered but goes ahead and tries. He dials but waits. The panicked motion above indicates to him that some one is battling, and he's ready to join, but he know what they bought the duct tape FOR and can see the guy move nearer to the kids. He's waiting but will be springing into action very soon.

Unfortunately, Nico is the closest hostage, being grabbed by the gunman. It's time, as she's slitting her wrist quickly with the knife just as he grabs her, turning around as she says a few magic words. "When blood is shed..let the Staff of One emerge!" The Staff of One juts forward into the guy's chest, before floating up into her hand, as she points it at the gunmen in front of her. "Freeze.". And then the staff does it's magic, aaand...A flock of pigeons flies out at the gunmen. "Oh, wait, I've done that one before. Uh..". She's holding up the staff in a sort of "DON'T SHOOT ME I'M A WITCH" type pose.Good thing a certain other witch who hates pigeons isn't here. It would get ugly.

Lunair waits patiently on the 96th floor. At the coms, she sort of perks up. More in the sense she looks less quietly distant. One hand has a 9-bang. An alarmingly powerful flash bang. That sounds kinda perverse now that you think about it. Better keep that one and switch to a stun grenade so no one comments about getting flash banged by Lunair. All comedy aside, she sets up by making the entry way and door way of the room nice and slick with an ice gun. Then dismisses it to wait and see if she needs something armor piercing or less lethal.

"Got it," Jeremy says, trying to sound confident. Internally, he's quite a bit less so. These guys seem like they're loaded for bear, and Jeremy already knows his shield isn't as handy against gunfire. It sounds like things are starting to happen in there, though...so, he quickly opens the door, darting inside, as a light blue nimbus of light surrounds his body. The shield might not be perfect, but it's sure better than nothing. All right. A hostage, and a bomb. Neither are things he can really let go...but he's only one kid. There's some other people around, and...pigeons? He's going to have to hope he can be enough of a distraction to help keep everyone safe. "Hey!" He holds out his hands, and fires a light blue bolt of kinetic energy straight for the side of the chin of the man holding the hostage, trying to aim for a point with less armor in hopes of at least shaking the man a bit. He hasn't absorbed much power yet. As he does so, he moves towards the man with the bomb...

"Do we know who their target is?" asks Brynn. She was floating down the shaft and then told, 'go up.' There was a pause as she looked upward with an expression of... really? Shaking her head, she ascends once more and on the 96th floor she gestures and the doors open. She steps out as if the air was a solid surface and she ends up on the floor just outside the elevator. "Armed mortal idiots. Your target is -here-." she says, just starting to walk down the hallway, chain and plate armor making the expected sounds it would make when moving. Her small shield rests upon her arm but no weapon is in her hand just yet. "Your commander. I must speak with him if -any- of you wish to leave here alive." Yep. Look at me! Look at me! That's her strategy.

With a look of disdain, and pulling a pack of gum from Frankenbunny's left arm, she starts chewing a few pieces here and there, slowly lowering herself to the floor amidst the hostage situation. She still can't be seen of course, and isn't entirely concerned. A few of the guards might hear a girlish, distant giggle, others feel a tap on their shoulder only to see nobody there, others still feel a sudden chill breath on their neck or ear, interspaced here and there.

Each gentleman she visits is given the gift of a wad of chewing gum in their sidearm, tucked neatly against the strike point of the hammer. For now she was going for general aire of creepyness. Something that builds the tension nicely but won't provoke any 'sudden reactions'. Of course, the sudden appearance of birds startles her quite as much as anyone else, and the sudden feeling of one flying through her chest makes her give a little shriek like giggle. Immediately afterwards she blushed, grateful for being unseen, and quickly darts down into the ground just as Jeremy breaks onto the scene! What she'd done so far would have to do, as she moves about with just her eyes above floor level, shrugging it off when people step in her head, keeping an eye on the guy carrying the detonator. Not that she knows what it is but.. he seemed to be making the most noise. Anyone who steps in her head will be rewarded with the sudden, unpleasant and bone piercing chill of her cool body temperature gushing straight through their foot.

"(Well, that could have gone better...)" The tinted lenses of her mask hid her wince as first a hostage was taken and then someone brought out a -bomb switch-. "(Oh, this is just awesome. How much you wanna bet that he's trained to let go if anything happens? I can't risk it.)" Then, of course, the hostage situation resolves itself. Grateful for that half of the equation out being taken out, she looks around for any more help. So it was that she notices several of the guards being distracted one after the other, and she's certain that she sees something being put into at least one gun, the color standing out against the metal of the weapon. Taking a slight gamble, she steps into plain view and, while the guards' attention is on her, jerks the air into an abrupt gale once again, blasting into the soldiers. "(I'm counting on backup, so if you're there, please don't let us die!)"

The members begin to take tactical positions to protect themselves. They begin to focus their fire on the biggest perceives threat which is Brynn. The Colonel growls, "I am not losing this payday to the others, Sergeant. You got one minute to find the real target." As the men begin to fall back diving into offices for cover, three of the men make the mistake of taking cover in the room that has already been booby trapped by Lunair. The first two fall flat on the face, but third one only stumbles, but this causes her to drop her weapon. The three are managing to get into a standing position. On the 102 floor, Othello opens the elevator and pulls out the jammer. He sticks his hand into the jammer and presses several buttons. He slinks to the floor for a few moments until his hand begins to heal. The sergeant yells, "The signal is 102th floor! Colonel shouts, "That's just great. Now come up with a plan to get us up there! On the lower observatory, Jeremy blasts might be weak, but it is enough to bring the gunmen to his knees. He release the hostage. The gunmen that was attacked by pigeon makes the mistake of reaching for his sidearm instead of his main weapon to deal with Nico. The gunman takes his eyes off of Nico to see how his gun got messed up. Senri blasts the man with a gale blast and he begins to lose his grip on the deadman switch.....

Kilroy steps through, kicking in the door. He's quite the sight, Kevlar bedecked with pennies and bound notes of many different kinds. He speaks through his bluetooth to Lunair, "Maindroid's coming." He can see the gentleman with the Deadman switch, and waves his hand, with a dozen Quipu (indian knotted currency) appearing in the air and then wrapping all around the mercenary’s hand and dead man switch keeping them together. He then begins running toward a group of mercenaries, and waves his hand again. At first it seems nothing has happened, but a series of metallic ...something appears on the ground, slippery invisible pennies right under the mercenaries but away from the heroes. "Looking for 'The Lost One' one of two gentlemen hundreds of years old. Can't track him but they're the one they're after." Nico is staring at all of the heroes coming in, but then back at the remaining guard, pointing her staff at him. "Have a nice fall.". The gun with the gun is suddenly tripping over, as she begins running back to not get shot. She's joining the other hostages, before calling out to the heroes. "Is it safe..?"

Lunair was guarding the doorway, it seems. She pauses, realizing there's probably people who object to a high calibre rifle or plasma coming into play. So the Twerker and stun grenades it is! And then suddenly, the room turns into a yakkety sax chase sequence as the two soldiers fall flat, then the third stumbles. SOLDIERS AT TWERK TIME. It's hilarious and disconcerting. But no one dies, at least. ... she does seem to care that Kilroy is there, too.

Bomb...bomb...bomb...that's all Jeremy can think about. If that goes off, and there's nothing to stop it...a lot of people are dead. He has to take care of the bomb, and he only knows one way to do it. More in panic than with a well thought-out plan, he sprints for the man holding the bomb and leaps to grab on to him, the shielding blue light still surrounding his body as he covers the bomb. ...which, of course, is already potentially handled by coinage wrapped about the man's hand and the switch, but Jeremy's far too stressed out to realize it. He's also whimpering. Heroically.

Now, the vast majority of the world would think... iron, or even steel plate armor, being fired at by modern armor piercing ammunition, should end up looking like swiss cheese, or any other kind of cheese after being riddled with bullets. So when the fusillade of withering fire begins blasting towards Brynn... she stumbles back a pace or two before grinning. The bullets -are- literally sparking and bouncing off of her armor. Chainmail catching slugs that really should penetrate. There are a couple of smears but for the most part, the armor isn't even scratched. She makes good stuff! "You have had your warning." she remarks before she lifts from the ground, floating slowly forward as more bullets strike her left and right. Twin beams of force blast from her eyes and strike weapons as she float on, and gestures from her hands lift two of the shooters into the air... before she gestures as if pushing, and those two are flung through windows designed to stand up to gale force winds. Suddenly, the whole room is windy as can be, Brynn's hair being caught up in it and pulled from the tie holding it in place. So it is that she floats forward like some demented armored redheaded angel of death, working her way through the soldiers there.

(I think I have these soldiers... sufficiently occupied.) O O o o . . she transmits over the comms to the rest of the team even as a third is flung from a window. Yep, she's a warrior... these men forfeited their rights to life in her eyes. Yep, she's tearing through them like a scythe through the harvest.

One circles around to try to get a flank shot at her, and a sword appears in her hand. Blade black as night, runes down the center twinkling like stars in the night sky. She points it at the guy and the sword turns into a long spear which is stabbed through his leg, pinning him to the wall there as Brynn keeps floating on. Stupid magic weapon!

It was too much fun. Was this guy serious? Oh man! Happening to be behind the suicide bomber, an impish little idea comes to the girls mind, but this was going to be SUPER hard! Nibbling her lower lip a little, she turns around and gets ready, still completely hidden from traditional sight. A blast of wind rips through her, the man starts to fall backwards... that poor soldier will be privileged to a DEEPLY unpleasant cold wash through his body, penetrating straight to the core. The mercenaries grip is suddenly sealed around the switch and the day is saved! But she wouldn't let her fun be so easily spoiled. Whats the point of a bomb that doesn't go off? She floats up and curls her legs, placing her hand on the soldiers rigged bomb vest, her toe-slipping out of his stomach as she suddenly becomes tangible again.

"BOOM!" comes a giddy cry in the center of the room, and Phantasma decides to try something for the first time. Hoping it works, she pulls all the energy coursing through her body into the tips of her fingers, and SHUNTS it into the vest! The bomber's torso would be wrapped in an icy grip as dead mans switch or no, the signal is cut off. The sound of the explosion is ever so slightly muffled and distant, but no less frightening as it literally rips through the building alongside a massive fireball! Flame, smoke, ash, even the pressurewave of the sound itself all pass harmlessly through walls, heroes, terrorists and hostages alike, dragging a chilling breeze that pierces clothing, skin, even bone through everyone. For the briefest of moments before the explosion ripped harmlessly through the scene, people would see Phantasma crouched on the suicide bombers chest, visible, tangible and with a horribly mischievous smirk on her face. She would vanish however, be once more gone by the time the intangible smoke clears.

Lunair will quietly lay down cover fire for any who need it. The odd stun grenade might even get chucked out. Her area is going to be nice and secure, Scooby Troops who were flailing earlier and all. They might've gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids.

Senri breathes a deep sigh of relief as the bomber's hand is bound to the switch, but watches with growing alarm as Jeremy dives onto him. "(Wait, I know him! What does he think he's doing?!)" Moments later, a girl appears from nowhere, parts of her actually seeming to stick out of the bomber's body. At the same time, the bomb goes off anyway. Then she hears, "BOOM!", dives to the floor and curls into a ball "(For all the good that'll do)", hoping against hope that she'll actually get out alive. Imagine her surprise when the sound and fury of the explosion pass over her... and she isn't harmed in the slightest. She is, however, -very- cold for a short while. She blinks dazedly as she comes back to her feet and looks around, trying to find the girl again. Naturally, though, she's already gone. The situation appears to be under control, though, and she takes steps to keep it that way, moving between each recovering soldier and dealing them a sharp, expert blow to the back of the head. They wouldn't die, but hopefully they'd be out for a while. The downstairs action has calm down with most people only suffering the effects of ghostly explosion. All of the remaining gunmen are down and more than a few of the hostages are cheering for the heroes, when gunfire starts to be heard above them.

With Lunair laying down fire from behind, and Brynn charging from the elevators. The Major looks at the Colonel, "We got to fall back!" Two Lieutenants throws some discs on the floor that slide down the hall and release several small gas bombs and smoke grenades. The hallways are filled with smoke and coughing hostages. The remaining gunmen double time it to the 102 observatory. ??Where 3 mandroids have come to reinforce the commandoes. One of the corporals sighs, "Great, now we are going to get a smaller share of the bounty." The Mandroids take an offensive position in preparation for the arriving heroes.

Othello is still hiding, when taps his ear and his comlink hooks with the communication system in the Empire state building as well as the team's frequency. "I am not sure who you are, but I need people on the top observatory floor. The elevators are open. There is an energy shield in place to cover you, but it will not last long. Othello cuts off the frequency, "Jeremy, you don't have to come up. Just get the kids and hostages out of here. You did a good job today. Finally Othello leaves his hiding spot, and throws several concussive bombs at the Mandroid.

Kilroy strikes one of the retreating guards flat in the back of the head with his Staff but weaves through the smoke. He really needs a gasmask though as he coughs. He can detect where the people are until he runs into someone who doesn't have any money on them. "Sorry..." he manages to mutter out until the announcement on the PA. That's enough for him. Up he goes and can sense the man in the mandroid and strikes it with his staff...which breaks the staff into a shower of pennies. Nothing happens.A second later a 1 ton Rai stone (invisible) hails down and cracks the windshield of one of the Mandroids.

Hearing the gunfire, Nico winces, up until the system comes over the PA, as she turns to who she assumes is 'Jeremy'. "I'm not leaving. Those guys got me involved in this, I plan on helping out.". Nico flashes a grin, running with her staff towards the elevator, before pausing. "Get them out of here, will ya?".

Jeremy shivers at the feeling of cold, and then cries out as the explosion comes, and he can tell from the noise and fury that he's /not/ absorbing it. "No! I...not again!" he shouts, opening his eyes and beholding the fireball and the shockwave. There's a look of pure horror on the boy's face, and tears well up in his eyes. "I...I tried, I...wh-what'd I do wrong?" Slumping to the ground, the boy hangs his head, shivering at some partial memory, hands cupped to his head. "I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." It isn't until he hear's Othello's voice over the communicator that he comes out of it a bit...and that's enough to let him see that everyone is, in fact, alive. "Wh-What?" He looks up at Nico, at Senri, then around at all the very much alive hostages, and finally at the fallen but living soldiers. "But...I-I didn't absorb it..." Slowly, he gets to his feet again, still shaking a little. "Um...um...i-it's...okay, everybody," he says, not exactly the picture of confidence, as he goes over by the kids and tries to get them calmed down. "Um, I-I know a way out, and, um...j-just come with me, o-okay?" He takes a deep breath, and beckons to the kids and other hostages to follow as he heads for the stairs down.

The forces falling back before her, Brynn just snorts and holds out her hand. The spear pinning the soldier to the wall vanishes and reappears as a sword in her hand. She simply follows the withdrawl through the smoke. It bugs her but she's tough. She telekinetically fans the air before her gently as she goes, moving some of it out of the way while she goes up.

For the visual sake of Othello, up top.. one Mandroid appears to be about to fire with it just stops, then lurches, and then a long sword blade protrudes from its chest and slices upward... rendering the carapace useless before Brynn optic blasts another... She's just in full bore ATTACK mode tonight. She's blown up a major building, pranked a bunch of high class soldiers, and best of all her big sis wouldn't be able to say boo about it since she didn't hurt anybody! Heck she's a savor!.... forgetting for a moment that she's the one who needlessly decided it had to blow up to begin with. Still, she felt drained. She had hastily made her way through a nearby wall and stayed invisible in the hall, slumped against the wall and solid, panting. Or at least panting for her, you know, taking a breath every minute or so. Deciding that she'd had her fun, she turns and starts making her way to the nearest door leading out, heading home for a nap. This was one to remember.

"(Top floor? Alright, then. Up we go.)" Senri looks around once more to take stock of who's hero and who's hostage, then makes for the first of the two observatory cars. After a quick few minutes, she steps out into what is already a full-scale battle. For starters, she scours away the gas hanging in the air, sending it up and out through the ventilation and dissipating it harmlessly. In the back of her mind, she notices that someone is already doing so, if on a smaller scale. That person had the right idea. She was going to be -beat- when this was all over. "(Just like every other time I seem to use my powers,)" she thought ruefully. Even as she cleared the air, she made herself as inconspicuous as possible. There was a lot of firepower on the floor, and she wasn't anxious at all to attract its attention. Changing her focus, she concentrates on dampening the sound of her passage, something she had only recently really gotten the hang of. Taking full advantage of the cover provided by the offices, she snuck up behind one of the soldiers, knocked him to the ground with a downburst, and claimed his weapons while he was still off balance. Then, like his fellows downstairs, she dealt him a sharp blow to the back of the head. Sliding the sidearm into her thigh pouch and toting the rifle, she slinks around the floor, taking shots as she can at the Mandroids, slipping away quickly and silently before they can target her with the help of her powers.

The inviisble Rai stone does it's job and the men in the mandroid armor are not as strong willed as their commando counterparts, because this act causes him to go into panic mode. Othello sees that panic and superspeeds away from his Mandroid and jumps on the mandroid with the cracked window. He places a gas bomb inside his suit, "Night night." Brynn's blade rips through the Mandroid armor outer shell, and the optical blast destroy the rest of the armor. The Mandroid falls to the ground. All that is left is one Mandroid and a few commandoes. Major looks to the Colonel, "I think it might be time to surrender, Sir." Colonel looks around the floor and says, "Nah, I rather die. When he says this he is knocked to the ground with a downburst. When the other soldiers see their Colonel's gun now in the hands of Senri, the Major issues the order for them to the surrender. The soldiers weapons are not harming the Mandroid's armor's, but they are way too many heroes here to worry about for him to be able to hit Senri.

Many thousand miles away in an office building, two men are staring at a screen. One of the men walks up to look at the screen, "Why are you looking at the Empire State Building?" The other looks at the man and says, "I made a grave miscalculation. I thought you had betrayed me. Someone the fool manage to mask your signature, and make it appear in New York. I thought you had betrayed me. I sent men to kill and capture you. The Lost One frowns, "That was a grave mistake. I take it there were not successful." The other looks at the screen, "The odds of their success at this moment are not even worthy of me to calculate. The Lost One looks at the other, "So we have lost our advantage against him. Is there anything that we have gain from this encounter that we might turn this to our advantage." The other points to the camera shot that is focus on Brynn. I know someone who would be interested in her. I am almost positive of it. The Lost One hand glows green and places it on the the shoulder of the other one. THe other one smirks, "We are not going to fall to these people. Look at them. The screen changes to Jeremy: An innocent. Someone learning to control their power: An old video of Apple along with a new video of Nico. The screen changes to Brynn. A person with enough power to rival a god. The scene is now filled with Senri, Snake-Eyes, Jupe, and Kilroy.They call themselves, Team: Genesis. What does that even mean? Who do they think they are?" The Lost one snorts, "They seem to be the group that has defeated your best efforts, and has probably put the end of our existence on this planet to an end, unless your new plan works....and with that the screen turns off.

Kilroy is summarily impressed by the coordinated actions of Othello and Brynn and decides that what worked once will work again. Another invisible Rai stone drops from nowhere down onto the Mandroid, again cracking its Armor. Though with a wave of his hand once that is done, the pennies and the rai stones vanish to dust.

Taking the other observatory elevator, Nico goes up..to see the Mandroid. Readying her staff with one spell to go, she obviously has a brilliant plan on how to destroy it, explosions, technical difficulties, teleportation. "Gelatin!" Or she goes with the first thing to come to mind! As she casts the spell, the Mandroid's parts are turning into gelatin. Bouncy, wobbling, mechanical thing. It's probably not going to do much more damage and might be delicious! Though, she's going to refrain from eating it. "I take it that's that?". Leading the kids downstairs, Jeremy is slowly regaining his composure. He's still shaken, but he's putting on a brave face for the people he's helping, especially as he knows that having a kid like him leading the way doesn't necessarily inspire much confidence to begin with. "We're a-almost out," he says into his communicator. "No...um, no other bad guys down here."

The Mandroid was about to be smashed by Brynn, but after the combine attacked of the coins and gelatin the Mandroid is left helpless. Othello calls on his coms, "Clean sweep of the place for any scragglers, and it is time to bail. Cinque puts a device from his belt and presses a button. "It is time to leave. All traces of presence will be wiped from all video. Othello thinks to himself and say, "I will leave a few bits of my program in their system." Othello speaks to Jeremy, "I am heading to the club. I would bail if I was you."

Othello looks the three people over, "Go to One-Two Barber shop, and ask for Bobby if you are interested in making a difference in this world. He will show you where to go."

Othello superspeeds from rooftop to rooftop as he flees the scene.

Kilroy nods, and is just as interested in leaving and can sense a few law enforcement officials at the fringe of his senses and more on the way. He vanishes down a stair case, avoiding anyone else along the way. A difference in the world? Well he's already done that...but...perhaps synergy might make things...better.

"Heh. We'll see.". Nico grins, before realizing that she needs to escape. Aaaand her staff is gone. She looks to the remaining person, and looks a bit worried. "Uh, do you have a way for me to get out? I don't really like getting arrested.".

Senri watches in a corner as the remaining soldiers and Mandroids are mopped up. One of the officers, a major, is surrendering, and she realizes with distant surprise that the soldier she knocked out was in fact the colonel she had seen earlier. "(How about that for coincidence!)" When the Mandroids are all out of commission, she comes out from her hidey hole, in time to hear Othello's invitation. She nods confirmation, a feeling of exhausted pride sweeping over her. However small her part was, she made it through alive and, she liked to think, had saved lives on top of that.

Friday, February 21, 2014

[HeroMux] I'm From The Economy And I'm Here To Help

 Title: I'm From The Economy, And I'm Here To Help   
Summary: Aquaman finds The Economy trying to hire a submarine to go to Atlantis to clean up the stain of dark magic caused by the Zepplin Explosion. A conversation happens.
Location: NYW
Date: 2014.02.20
Emitter: N/A
Players: Aquaman, Kilroy Capital Conneticut
NPCs: Surly Captain Hoboken
Groups: Magic and Mysticism
Tone: [Social]
Rating: PG

The consequences for Kilroy's good intentions and his father's death are still reverberating in all kinds of unexpected ways. He has spent the last week and a half trying to clean up the mess, still not coming to grips with the events, only to find upon investigation that the treasure seeking in the Atlantic is some negative economic magic...but what economy would be down there?

Atlantis of course, but no one knows where it is. So how do you find out? Tapping a few contacts helped a little, leading to a man who knows a man who claimed to have a submarine crew that could get him close...maybe close enough. But that's a dead end too. "Excuse me, what do you MEAN they're gone?"

"Arrr, that's what I said. They're out huntin' treasure. Got a solid lead."

Dark magic. Black magic. Likely they'd find nothing and even if they did....cursed or worse. Another fine mess.

"I see. When will they get back?"

"They probably won't be back," comes a low voice from the doorway. The King of Atlantis' hair is still wet from his recent swim to the surface, but not even the cold and snow seems to bother him as he isn't bundled up against the elements. Stepping inside, he looks over to the man who knows a man who claimed to have the submarine and crew. "You. We've had words before. Quit claiming your pirate subs can reach Atlantis. They can't. Your current crew will probably be torn in half by one of the very angry creatures there right now. You should save up for another submarine."

Stormy blue eyes then look to Kilroy, "If you're looking for someone on that heinous excuse for a submarine, you'll be looking forever. They may not make it and I may not even try to rescue them."

Kilroy looks at the King of Atlantis and immediately knows who he is. He's a bit taken aback. Does Atlantis have intelligence agents? He's tempted to investigate a bit, given Aquaman's proximity but then vaguely recalls something about Atlantean sorcery...and decides against it. Instead he simply says, with genuine relief,

"I'm glad you're here sir. I think there may be a dire enchantment in Atlantis...or some underwater settlement nearby. I, and several others recently stopped a ...thing...happening and I'm still cleaning up the effects. I can stop it if you'll let me." Realizing, given the speech Aquaman just made to the proprietor of the submarine, that this might not go over well, he also adds, "I can also potentially help your sorcerers remotely elsewise."

The proprietor of the submarine looks PISSED for all of five seconds before he remembers that this guy not only has diplomatic immunity but could also baseball pitch him quite a ways into the harbor and mutters to himself. He wipes counters.

Aquaman eyes the younger man, "You can't come to Atlantis." It's said with a sense of finality. "There is no enchantment on Atlantis. Our Sorcerers have made certain that will not happen. I'm here because of the...increased traffic trying to find it. What do you know of this?" Not that any have gotten close, but still.
He glances at the proprietor and then gestures for the other to follow him outside. No need to have this conversation here.

Kilroy considers how to sum up the situation. Then he looks at the guy wiping down the counter, "I know quite a bit actually, and that was my second priority after the immediate blight. Is there somewhere else we can talk? Not around Captain Blaigh over here?"

Kilroy is not Aquaman, and thus earns a sneer and a curse from the proprietor of the submarine, "Curse ye fool, I'll have at ye."

Kilroy ignores him.

Aquaman just rolls his eyes at the 'Captain' as he makes his way outside, "Oh, give it up. You're from Hoboken." Kilroy is led out of earshot of the building before the conversation continues. "So. What do you know of this? We're usually left alone, but these idiots are travelling deeper and risking their lives trying to find us. If they do, it would create an International Incident. So. Spill."

Kilroy says, "I'm the Economy. My Grandfather the Economy was known to some heroes at that time, though I don't know if he ever mentioned anyone from Atlantis. He kept a pretty low profile. My father...wasn't a hero. We've been..." he puts his hand behind his head unsure, "In a cold war for three or four years but he's been making things worse. He tried to make a new currency that would have given him tremendous power, but he pissed off the wrong people...particularly Mystique...who..." he takes a deep breath but its obvious he's distressed. Very distressed but is focusing on the task at hand, "Killed him. When he died, the economy...shifted, rippling all over the planet, but that much ritual magic over the Atlantic was going to affect any sentient that had an economy...I believe that to be Atlantis. Your sorcerers might have eliminated the attack on the city, but the WAY they did it probably didn't patch the holes in the fabric. I can fix the damage, but it will take time. I haven't decided the best way to do it.""

Aquaman crosses his arms at his chest, the harpoon replacing his left hand resting easily against his right arm, "Atlantis has no trade with the Surface." Internal Economy...could it actually be affected? "So, this is...monetary magic?" He can't help but look rather skeptical at the very idea of that. "You still can't come to Atlantis. For one, your body couldn't withstand the pressure. Secondly, you wouldn't be able to breathe."

Kilroy considers a moment, "I'm not my Grandfather. I'm not even as good as my father, but I know how our magic works. And I've learned what my grandfather taught me quite well. If I ca..." and then he literally slaps his forehead. "Of course. Regis est Terra." He considers a moment, "This is going to sound...hokey...but if you'll allow me to cast a spell on you that will likely fix the problem for the whole region. You're the symbol of Atlantis...her king. It will stop the effects of the dark magic...and likely bring a moderate amount of prosperity to boot. I've not done an area so large before but without my father opposing me, technically speaking it should work."

A blonde eyebrow arches, "You want to what?" His arms uncross as he's not sure if he should smack the kid upside the head or worse. "I think there needs to be a bit more of an explanation as to what you're trying to get me to do."

Kilroy considers, "The economy is like...a modern God really, except Grandfather seems to think it has few thoughts. It's..the anthrapamorphization that everyone's talking about, like the Easter bunny or Santa or the like that eventually becomes real because so many people believe in it. We're 'Shepard' of that force, so it listens to what we ask of it. If I essentially ask it to heal the rift, it will do so. It would start with you, then travel back through Atlantis and then the territory around it. The alternative is traveling around the areas and fixing it all by hand. Neither alternative requires me to know where Atlantis is. I just have to be close enough to something representing the area to affect it, in this case that could be you."

"Atlantis does not have a 'modern Economy'," Orin points out. "I don't understand how there could be any sort of anthromorphing of a simpler economy? We don't mint money. We don't have credit cards." For a technologically and magically advanced realm, they are much simpler in other areas. "I don't generally let random strangers cast magic on me. Who -are- you?"

Kilroy considers how to approach that, "Well...my magic doesn't require a modern economy. Any currency of any kind, gold, favors, sea shells, string...salt, even a barter economy is blessable or cursable. I don't blame you for being reluctant about the magic, but I will say that the effect is minor in its intensity. As to who I am?" He considers, "I...am the guy offering to fix the problem for you?" He isn't hostile in saying it, just not entirely sure what to say in response.

Aquaman just gives an exasperated sigh, "Name. Where are you from. Why do you know this. Why are you willing to do this and what do you want in return?" Blue eyes narrow again, "What minor effect?

Kilroy says, "My name is Kilroy Capital Conneticut, son of Ascot Conneticut son of Yankee Conneticut. I know this because I am the third generation to wield a hidden and powerful magic, designed to help all mankind, that was taken and corrupted by my father. I have fought and even learned minor physical arts at peril of my own life to undo the damage he has wrought, so well hidden from the world, the shadows, and cracks that have harmed so many. I am willing to do this because I chose to accept this mantle, and it is my responsibility. I want nothing in return." He looks lost for a moment, deep in thought and then continues, "The minor effect is essentially probability. It renders the economics of the blessed individual the best 1 in a hundred possibility that one might have..crops grow better, businesses flourish more, but any competent magi can remove it locally...its only truly powerful effect is the range of the spell...well, or if I choose to conceal it. I'm good at making it invisible, but I consider it in bad taste when done to help.""

He somehow manages not to give another sigh, "And what happens if this effect is then removed?" Not that he necessarily believes that this sort of thing is even possible as it's so intangible. "Am I going to have to have this...'probability' on me for the rest of my life in order to prevent the...bad economy?" Orin lifts his chin some, "It feels like cheating."

Kilroy says, "No. I can remove it at any time remotely. Given the size and scope of the problem I'd recommend a month. A week would do to remove the more noticeable effects like the sharks and the greedy idiots. Nothing happens when it is removed since its mending the natural order. If anything, you might notice minorly beneficial effects. As for cheating..." he shrugs and smiles slightly, "As I said, I could rent a plane and fly around covering hundreds of square miles. It would take me...a while.""

Aquaman's lips press together, "For someone who claims to be so in-tune with the Economy, you're not seeing what I am." He takes in a deep breath and lets it out, "Say you cast this on me...and I go play the lottery. My luck has been increased for wealth because of your spell. Or I go into a delicate negotiation and end up screwing some poor guy over because luck is in my favor for monetary negotiations."

Kilroy frowns, "If I was an idiot, yes. Magic doesn't work like that. At least mine doesn't. First of all, I'd rather doubt you would play the lottery or negotiate with a poor fellow so cavalierly. You do have a reputation. More importantly, the Economy knows the intent of the spell, to help Atlantis and help heal the balance. Now, I'll grant you, if you SINCERELY believed either of those two things are necessary to help the world or Atlantis then it would be bad but..." The seed of doubt has been planted...and Kilroy does begin to investigate...

"And furthermore, you haven't gambled or cheated poor people. I know. I can sense a dime move around the world and every hand it touches. I know what money does. I'm not all knowing but I can ask it what it has done and you sir are not Snidely Whiplash."

Aquaman listens in silence and considers the younger man's words for a moment afterwards. There's a frown that begins to appear before he asks, "Did you just make a 'Popeye' reference?" It's been a long time since he was hooked into pop culture so he's a little rusty still.

Kilroy smiles slightly, "No. Dudley Doright. He's a royal Canadian Mountie and Snidely Whiplash is a sneering villain in a top hat with a long mustache who goes about tying young women to rail road tracks and laughing sinisterly.

"That," the King of Atlantis points out, "Was well before my time." He's heard of it...barely. There's another
pause, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable having you place a spell on me when I don't know you."

Kilroy considers and finally says, "I understand. I really do." He's about to try it the hard way when he considers one more approach. He produces a coin out of thin air. It is an odd looking thing, gold but looks very old, "Have your people examine it. It's enchanted by itself. The same spell I propose to use. If your own sorcerers can analyze it, maybe they can duplicate the effect on a local level. It will, I guarantee, take them a hell of a lot more work than it will for me, but it might help them notice the holes they missed before."

"Ok..." Orin holds his hand up to stay the other, "Look. I appreciate this. I really do. If I was Superman, I'd probably let you do the spell but I'm older and much, much more cynical." There's a slight smirk at that, but it fades again, "What I can do though, is help you get to the spots you need to get to. I can either get a boat and make sure you get to the right place in the Atlantic...or I can help you get a plane."

Kilroy smiles, "I can make money appear out of thin air. I can buy several planes or boats." He considers, "BUT...there are a lot of nasty things out there. Things that aren't in the news, and that are a lot bigger than sharks. If you can 'put the word out' to keep them away, I can do this the hard way. Hell, if I rent a nice enough boat I can even pretend its a vacation."

Aquaman thinks a moment before he nods, "I can help protect you from grumpy Marine life, yes. I can't necessarily protect you from idiots trying to play 'Pirate'. But let me know when you're planning on heading out and where you're going to and I'll do my best to make sure the way is clear."

Kilroy says, "Funny thing about Pirates...." he smiles wickedly for the first time, "They really really like money."
He opens the palm of his hand and the coin vanishes in a puff of dust, rather dramatically. "Appreciated and God Speed Aquaman.""

Aquaman gives a grunt that could be a chuckle. Maybe. "Leave word with my office at the UN. I'll get it. You be careful and I'll see you soon." After all, it was kind of the kid's mess...shouldn't he be the one to clean it up?