[identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
Open crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of light from an arc-welder would flare up and the distinct smell of welded metal would cut sharply into the air.

Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.


"Amanda Waller."
[identity profile] jla-hell.livejournal.com
 The thing that was once Aleister Hook, perched upon the ruined building as he scanned the once proud city. He didn't know how Fawcett came to this state, nor did he care. His only concern was that the children needed him, they needed his gift now more than ever. Especially if what he had been told was true.  The heirs of Shazam were in this city, and they were vulnerable.

His name was Skyhook, and he was reborn from the power of the Lady Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam. Once he was a physician in London over a century ago. During that time he sought children, and slayed them. He did not so so out of hatred or some perverse fixation, but to free these innocent beings from the future torment they would be forced to bear. The people of London in all their sin and hypocrisy, cloaked in their worship of a "benevolent" god, burned him for his actions. Knowing he would receive no mercy from his enemies' patron, he called out to any being that would listen. Thus the Lady Blaze saved his life, and gave him a new purpose. He would no longer have to kill the children, rather, he would bring them into a new, higher state of existence, free from all of Man's inherent flaws. Twice he attempted to so in the New World city of Metropolis, and twice he battled the "Superman".

Now things were different, he had a new ally  in his crusade, and he would succeed. He must bring the heirs of Shazam into his flock, making the wizard's powers his. Nothing would stop them, his children would feel the skies. As if in answer to his thoughts, the flutter of a multitude of wings could be heard as his present flock shared in their "father's" anticipation.

"Come my children," Skyhook spread his massive wings as he took off. "It is time to find your future brother and sister."
[identity profile] king-marvel.livejournal.com
"Listen...I don't know.  I...I remember some things happening.  Stuff...got out of hand.  Next thing I know, I'm smashed about, Mary's down, and Cap...Nazi's down too.  Do I know why?  No...but I'm not sorry...not in the least." 

Freddy Freeman tries to gulp down his cup of water.  The damage from the Fawcett battle had taken a toll on his human form, swelling his face, and throat up.   He winces, wiping his darkening lip before starting again.

"What led to this?  Well...as far as I know..."
[identity profile] jla-alcatraz.livejournal.com
"Untermenschen." Captain Nazi slowly flies over the Red Lake reservation in Minnesota, looking at the Chippewa with their denims and their casinos, and their feathers in their hair. At least, that's how Albrecht Krieger likes to imagine the people of this place. Sub-human. Savage. Lower than the basest form of animal life.

"Untermenschen! P-tuh!" He spits down on them from his location, high above the ground, and then cracks his knuckles. "Time for ze savages of Red Lake to feel the power of the Fourth Reich!" Nazi flies in one direction, and then another, and then another, building up speed until he can then crack the air with a sonic boom and then scream towards the land, smashing through buildings, cars and people.

Had he known of this defenceless place, so close to Fawcett City, he wouldn't have even asked for the pay offered to him by the Cyborg Superman and his collaborators. It's reward enough to destroy these vermin like they are nothing but ants beneath his heel, and no doubt but the noses of the Marvel family out of joint at the same time, what with their relatively close proximity.

Skidding to the ground on his highly-polished boots, Nazi grabs one man and flings him through a window. He then grabs a woman and crushes her head between his hands. Seeing an elderly fellow wearing the reservations football team colours,  a man too old to run and too frail to fight, he puts his gloved hands on his waist, almost like a lover would. "You vill carry a message for me, ja? You vill tell Marvel and his friends zat I am here. You vill make zem come and fight Captain Nazi!" Krieger smiles sadistically, and with a run-up, hurls the man into the sky, in the general direction of Fawcett City.

They would get the message.

He begins to let the blood out of a dozen corpses, painting a massive swastika in the centre of the reservation.
[identity profile] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
J'onn had been working on some things, being at the ready for the heroes return, when...well, they returned.

"It is good to see you home."  J'onn said, doing a quick head count.  "Were you successful?"
[identity profile] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
J'onn was one of the first to react to Hal's summons.   When hearing the explanation, the glimmer of hope...something that J'onn, despite everything, has been able to find on a regular basis...resonated in J'onn's mind.

It very well might not be Batman.   But it COULD be.

However, Hell was not exactly the best place for a pyrophobe to be.  J'onn had already known that he would be the mental link, the tether, that would help to bring the team back if Wotan was as duplicitous as his reputation said it was.

"When Romaine killed Terry Sloane,"  J'onn told those assembled, "he did it in Jay Garrick's body.  It is not out of the realm of possibility that he might try to possess one of you, especially if you somehow get separated in the battle.  Try to stay paired up as much as possible, even in the chaos of it all.   Even if he has newfound power, he is likely to default to what he is comfortable and familiar with."
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/
The Justice League Watchtower has a highly sophisticated comm system that can send messages to individuals, to separate rooms, to separate floors or to the whole place. Right now, the entire system is activated. An emergency? Not quite. There is holiday music being played, from Vince Guaraldi to Nat King Cole to Ella Fitzgerald, classics all. And in the dining hall, a towering spruce tree has been erected. Atop a ladder, a young man sings along with the music as he carefully feels his way along the tree to hang lights. His usual attire of slacks and a neatly pressed shirt has been exchanged for jeans and a sweater with a red-nosed reindeer knitted into the fabric. Looks handmade, too.

Across a table near the front are at least eight pies of different sorts: fruit, chocolate, pumpkin, chess. Homemade, from the looks of it. A basket nearby seems to be brimming with cookies, too, and beside that basket are a few hot beverage dispensers labeled cocoa and mulled cider.

Someone is bringing the holiday spirit to the Watchtower.
[identity profile] jla-glcorps.livejournal.com
The Green Lantern Corps has reconvened on Oa, treating their wounded and making preparations to pursue the Sinestro Corps - all their plans to strike before the Sinestro Corps makes another move have become suddenly moot.

The voice of one of the Guardians manifests from every active Green Lantern ring, accompanied by a tiny representation of the Guardian's head.

"Attention all Green Lanterns. We have detected a critical galactic threat. The Sinestro Corps has invaded Earth in Sector 2814 - and the Anti-Monitor has manifested in this universe on that planet. All active duty Green Lanterns are to report to planet Earth and engage the Sinestro Corps."

After the announcement, Ganthet turns to his brethren.

"And with the Anti-Monitor, the Green Lanterns will not be enough. We must prepare to go, ourselves."
[identity profile] lady-shazam.livejournal.com
Mary Marvel's not a frequent visitor around the JSA Brownstone these days. Between school and superhero activities around Fawcett City, she hasn't really found time to pay any regular visits.

But school's on hiatus for the summer. And Billy and Freddy can handle any problems that might occur in Fawcett City. Thursdays are pretty sleepy around there anywhere.

A wide grin on her face, Mary touches down at the Brownstone's doorstep. Luckily, she still remembers the passcode to get in the main entrance...and the JSAers are nearly as paranoid as some of the other superheros that Mary's come into contact with over the years.

The Brownstone still has the same cozy, welcoming look that it had when she last visited. The smell of baked goods still fills the air, and Mary heaves out a happy sigh.

"Hello? Anybody home?" she calls out as she wanders through the hallways, looking for a familiar face. Or maybe she'll meet someone new.
[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com
There has been little reason for Grant to visit his teammates on the West Coast over the last several months since the Titans had been reorganized, splitting their numbers between the City by the Bay and the City of Brotherly Love.

On this particular day - a fine, warm, sunny summer day over San Francisco Bay - Damage finds himself in the transporter room in one of the sub-basements of Titans Tower on Titans Island, the headquarters of the West Coast contingent.

The school year had gone by rather quickly, and the summer is already half over. Emerson hadn't had the heart to plunge through a battery of summer courses. At the time, it seemed like the stress would have been overwhelming. Considering the way the dog days of summer have dragged on, however, maybe classes would have been a good idea.

As such, Grant has decided to spend the remaining days of his hiatus from school working with Cyborg on a few designs for devices that could help him exert tighter control over his concussive energy discharges. Hey, it's something to pass the time, anyway.

Stepping off the transporter pad, Grant shakes his head, frowning. God, I hate having my atoms scrambled... he thinks, heading out into the hallway. "Vic?" he calls. No answer. Damage spends a few minutes more looking in all the places where one would be likely to find Cyborg, but to no avail. Thus, he heads upstairs to the common area - specifically, the kitchen - grabbing himself a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaning back against the counter, a puzzled look on his face.

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May. 16th, 2009 11:29 am
[identity profile] metromarvel.livejournal.com
"Great Rao!" Superman exclaims, struggling with the massive form of a triceratops-armed with a flamethrower! "Can anything hold back the invasion of the Dinosaur Men?!"
[identity profile] lord-mordru.livejournal.com
The heroes of Earth had the temerity to assault him directly - that was not unexpected. That they had carefully planned to stall his mind-controlled minions, the Legion of Super-Heroes, was certainly not surprising.

That they had managed to rescue Saturn Girl and free the Legionnaires from his control was another matter entirely.

Now the elder Mordru stands near his younger counterpart, flanking a glowing orb of raw time, and rages against those arrayed against him.

"NO! This should not be happening - this was not the way it was foreseen!" Anger and desperation tinges his voice. "We'll kill you all!"
[identity profile] lord-mordru.livejournal.com
The surreal void where the floating remains of the Rock of Eternity now drift, has become a battlefield. Hordes of nightmarish monsters, called forth by the Dark Lord, wage a fierce battle atop a hill of the bodies of their fallen against the undying servant of dream, Mar’I Grayson, The Nightstar. Nearby, the sword of Ibn al’Xuffasc lies on a rock outcropping, it’s wielder fallen before the power of Mordru. In the far distance The Last Son of Krypton and the Lord of Apocalypse have come to a dangerous understanding.

Near the center of the conflict, Jade and Obsidian stand transformed in the wake of the disappearance of their father, Alan Scott the eldest of Earth’s Green Lanterns. The Atom and Zattana bear witness, having braved the power and threat of Eclipso, who is now caged within a newly forged Black Diamond of Obsidian’s making.

Close at hand the sometime villain Zard and the JSA’s leader Mister Terrific, engage in a battle of power and wit with the demonic bearer of the Seven Deadly Sins, Sabbac. Nearby, Green Lantern Travis and Sand Hawkins have combined their unique talents to vanquish a formidable foe, Johnny Sorrow. Bound in hood and chains of power ring origins, the villain now crouches helpless before the granite strength and power of Sand’s ‘gentle’ ministrations.

In the very center of this maelstrom however, is the architect of this madness, Mordru the Dark Lord. His schemes having been thwarted once more, he still retains his captives, Billy Batson, Freddie Freeman and Theo Adam. Gagged, and bound to the Rock of Eternity, these three were to be the touchstone to the Power of Shazam. A power that Mordru sought to use for his own dark ends. A power with which Doctor Fate, the champion of Nabu, has struck the Dark Lord down with. Though the mad sorcerer tried to subsume the power for himself, the Lightning of the gods was given to Fate to protect, and it is in this time and place that it’s fury has been revealed.

It was here, where victory was about to escape his grasp, that the Dark Lord played his final mad card in this deadly affair. His mind broken by the power of Fate and the fall of his pride, Mordru has uttered words that no being has heard in millennia. Those ancient intonations have unlocked barriers that are as old as time. Even now, creatures that were banished from our realm when the gods themselves where young, threaten to return to our world as their horrifying shadows can already be perceived as they push their way through the barriers of reality.

Eternity

Jun. 7th, 2006 08:16 am
[identity profile] lord-mordru.livejournal.com
Even for one as powerful as he, The Dark Lord has been put to the test. The Rock of Eternity long stood as a keystone for the shifting realities of the multiverse; as stabilizing element if you will. Having been shattered, it’s orderly influence upon ‘reality’ had begun to wane. Even now, other powers vied to wrest control over the nature of existence; thinking to take advantage of Chaos unchecked. Their efforts would be for naught. The Lord of Chaos held the fate of the universe in his hands even now and with the power not at his command, he would reshape the Rock of Eternity in his own image, and the entire universe would call Mordru, God.

“Stand ready Sorrow, the time is at hand.” The Dark Lord commanded.
“Eclipso, summon the power of the Starheart, a new age of Darkness awaits our summons. Sabbac, Darkseid bear witness to the fruits of your labor.”

Turning to their bound captives, Mordru raises his hands and lighting begins to sluggishly arc between, Billy, Freddie and Theo. Despite their determination the weilders of the Power of Shazam, cannot hold out for long.

"YES! Fight me! Your very resistance will make this victory all the sweeter" roars the Dark Lord as mad glee shines in his eyes.

Captured

May. 11th, 2006 09:25 am
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Freddie feels the dull ache of his impaired legs as he awakens. Last he remembered he had been in space on a personal vision quest. The rest seemed like a disjointed haze. Green fire and..Sabbac! Now it began to return to him.
It wasn't the Sabbac he knew however but Wisdom told him that it was Sabbac. This one was far more powerful that the first. Coupled with the surprise being ambushed in the void of interstellar space and that shadow-laced green fire resulted in his swift defeat.

Then it hit him, the ache of his legs. He wasn't Captain Marvel Jr. anymore. He was Freddie Freeman again!
As the world around him took shape he realized that he was held fast to a stony surface and couldn't speak. He wasn't alone either. To his right was..Theo Adam?? Then as his eyes came into focus he saw some thing that made his heart go cold. Billy. At least Mary wasn't here. He hoped that was a good thing.

Opening his mouth to call out Captain Marvel's name he found nothing but silence emerging.

Chicago

Apr. 16th, 2005 04:10 pm
[identity profile] hawk-shay.livejournal.com
In Chicago, in what ought to be an abandoned warehouse, Shayera is fighting as hard as she can and loving almost every minute of it.

Red Tornado arrived a while ago - minutes, maybe, or hours, who know. Probably minutes. He's efficient, and when the Marvels get there the minions and assorted demons don't stand a chance.

Shay dispatches both minions and demons quickly and without much thought. She actually doesn't use her guns much, not considering that the minions are human kids, but she doesn't have a great deal of regard for the lives of the demons. The occasional gunshots make Mary Marvel nervous, but to the girl's credit she doesn't let it slow her down much. Shay makes a mental note to tell her she did a good job later.

When the initial brawl is over, it's Captain Marvel who corners the ringleader - Brother Blood? Shay lets him have him. She's distracted by a series of symbols on the floor - some sort of spell, perhaps. She scuffs at it with one foot. What's it written in? What does it mean...

Something to do with raising the demon Oracle talked about, perhaps?

Did they stop it, then? Why was it so easy to get into this place? None of it seems to add up. Pieces should be falling into place, but they're not. It's all been too easy.

The guy Captain Marvel is holding up against the wall says something that doesn't sound like English, and the building begins to shake.

"Get out, now!" Someone yells, but all of them are already on it. Mary Marvel grabs Shay and hauls her up into the air, through the warehouse's collapsing roof. They meet the others on the ground. Captain Marvel is holding the limp body of the cult leader.

"He's dead," he says.

The cops arrive in ten minutes, ambulances right on their heels. Shay avoids commissioner Emmet, who gives her a look that's half annoyance, half concern. She's thinking about the ordinary kids down there, the cultists who didn't get out. She's thinking about the dead cult leader who may or may not have been Brother Blood - they'll run a DNA test and from there it'll be up to the Teen Titans, the JLA and the cops.

"What just happened?" She asks Red Tornado quietly. He has no idea either.

The police thank them for their involvement with only a hint of sarcasm. Emmet finally just tells Shay that he'll see her on Monday, and leaves. Police photographers and the like stay on the scene, but they're not very interested in talking.

The Marvels head off. Red Tornado gets a call from his daughter's school and leaves in a hurry.

Shay sighs, finds her car and heads home. She wants to ask someone if it's over, but there's no one around to ask, so she takes that as a yes.
[identity profile] magic-cigam.livejournal.com
Three stops and a few discussions later, Zatanna has the supplies she needs if not the leads she'd been hoping for. None of it she blamed on Shayera. She was naturally intimidating and it had come in useful. It certainly wasn't Hawkwomans fault that Zee's contacts hadn't been very cooperative but then very few people actively sought the location of or trouble from the Church of Blood.

When they return to Shayera's apartment to do the spell, Zatanna excuses herself and goes into the bathroom. She doesn't want her "partner" or anyone else to know who worried she may or may not be about using magic. And looking at herself in the mirror, she knows she is. A few deep breaths and she changes her clothes. Not because she wants to but because it helps her to focus in the same way talking backwards does.

Once Zee goes back out, she sets up four blue candles in all for directions on the table. Simple blue candles with some runes carved into the wax. Then she sets out Jasmine incense.

Next she pulls out the goblet she got in Greek Town and fills it with water before lighting the candles and incense.

Finally, she looks over at Shay and smiles. "This shouldn't take too long."

This would be easier if she knew a specific person to concentrate on, but even on a bad day (worry aside), Zatanna knows she's better than most and that this is a relatively basic locator spell. Particularly since Shay has narrowed the area down already.

One last small sigh then closes her eyes and invokes the element of water.

"Tel eht retaw owhs eht noitacol of Eht Hcruhc of Doolb."

She repeats this three more times and then the goblet fills with purple smoke. Zatanna opens her eyes and glances into the goblet.

"Do you know where we can find this building, Shay?"

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