[identity profile] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
Love, love is strange, Lot of people take it for a game

The lyrics are tinny, emitting from earbuds tucked into green ears. Jennie has her feet tucked under her in the plasticky hospital-style chair, head slightly bobbing to the music as she reads.

The man laying in the bed next to her was quiet, and had been for far too long.
[identity profile] jla-goldenage.livejournal.com
While the team is away, other members of the JSA have remained behind. One in particular received a visitor who has a "rotating" sort of admission.

And he's not happy at the moment.

"Do you know...no. That's a stupid question. I know you do. But you want to tell me one good reason why there's been no change yet?"

He stares forward, and across the table at his teammate, steeling for the reply.
[identity profile] swiftjustice.livejournal.com
Sitting in the co-pilot's seat of the Justice Society's supersonic jet, Jay in on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary - and soon finds it.

"We're approaching Savage's island. We'll have to take things slowly - if anyone feels any kind of twinge in your thoughts, anything influencing your behavior, call out. The process isn't instantaneous for most of us, and - "

He cuts off in mid-sentence as his eyes flick between the windows and the instruments.

"Nothing on radar, but we've got a shadow. I think Savage sent us an escort."

Jay points out the right side window, towards a sleek-looking aircraft of unknown origin, apparently circling around to match the jet's course and speed.


Jan. 10th, 2010 11:18 pm
[identity profile] swiftjustice.livejournal.com
Back at the Brownstone, Jay is preparing the JSA's jet for departure after a quick briefing.

"If Savage stole what we think he did, he could be on the verge of rendering himself virtually invulnerable to attack - we need to proceed with caution. Damn Luthor's timing - we could've taken care of this hours ago."
[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] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
Of course it's a rainy night, Jennie thinks to herself. This couldn't get anymore like something out of a bad movie without some serious effort, and she didn't think she was really up for that.

A shimmering energy umbrella sits above her as she perches on the roof edge of the Brownstone, looking out over the city. There are gaps and jagged edges in the skyline, lines that used to appear smooth and clean, but are now broken up by the battle between the Corp and Sinestro's goons.

Jennie sighs and pulls up one leg, wrapping her arms around it and resting her chin on her knee.
[identity profile] jsaboss.livejournal.com
"CLEAR THE AREA!" Mr. Terrific bellows, forcing the doors to the JSA's makeshift emergency room open. "We've got a tension pneumothorax moving in. Pieter...I need you on the ready immediately!"

The team leader starts to usher in the wounded team-members, dispersing others to go aid. "If you can move, and can help, do so. We've got a city at threat-level red going here. GO!"

Terrific reaches to his earpiece, pausing to regain physical control for a split second, appearing to momentarily shimmer. "Is he holding up still? I need a sit-rep."
[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] bewaresinestro.livejournal.com
Why could Sinestro master the elemental force of fear? Compared to the true horrors of the fifty two layered universes, what exactly is frightening about a pink fascist in yellow tights?

It came all at once, a horrible static burst cutting through Earth's delicate web of satellite powered communications. "People of Earth." A flicker of light and energy, as the sneering, mustached face comes into view. "This is...Sinestro, leader and founder of the Sinestro Corps. For too long, Earth has suffered under the yoke of nationalism. It is clear to me that for all of their virtues, the human race is simply incapable of governing itself in a reasonable, orderly fashion. We have come to help you. We have come because, when given the chance to help yourselves, you jockeyed for position and struggled for dominance instead of acknowledging the need to unify. We have come to save the world. The planet Earth, a source of great fear for the civilized universe, has been annexed as a protectorate of the Sinestro Corps. Do not resist, and the transition shall be accomplished with minimal strife."

In the skies, the first, best line of defense against alien invasion has failed. The Watchtower was somehow fooled into believing that the rush of negative energy was the dimensional equivalent of a sunspot. Amon Sur, Parallax, leads the space contingent of this army of psychotics, shimmering beams of the yellow spectrum of light making themselves known as the Sinestro Corps secures the fortress-space station.

"The only colony on the Earth that has declared open alliance to the Green Lantern Corps is the settlement of Coast City. Even here, Sinestro shows his limitless mercy. People of Coast City, you have one hour. Then, I shall descend upon the home of my great enemy, and I shall leave nothing standing. Leave. Quickly. The remainder of the United States of America shall be secured by Sinestro Corps agents within that hour timeframe."

Eyes glowing the harsh yellow-red of a bleeding sun, Mongol leads his war party tasked with seizing America's heartland into a sweeping formation around what is arguably the soul of the United States; Mount Rushmore. Mongol grins, envisioning his twisted visage carved over the great leaders of this rebellious nation.

"Terms of surrender for the rest of the world shall be broadcasted from the United Nations building. I do not expect the proud human race to accept their fate until they are taught how to fear. Their weaponer-guardian will be tasked with spreading the fear that must be established to bring order to this wounded, rabid world. Rejoice, earthlings. You are delivered."

Enkafos's eyes open, his three hundred and sixty fifth awakening since the end of his natural life. The mummified agent of Sinestro stands in the middle of the UN Plaza, and silently basks in the greatest city on the planet's terror, its anticipation. "Prepare." He orders his subordinates. "The throne must be ready to accept antimatter within the quarter hour."

The frightening thing about Sinestro, you see, is when this almost foolish figure talks about bringing order to the galaxy, living nightmares listen. They cheer. They unite. They work together. Sinestro can take a disorganized band of egomaniacs and psychotics and bring them together as firmly as any crack unit of soldiers. His eyes gleam with the cancerous yellow of a dieing star as he hovers over Coast City, his ring helping him keep track of the work of those that bare his name below. And Sinestro couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
[identity profile] greatest-zatara.livejournal.com
Zach sat on the couch in the living room of the Brownstone, half a dozen grimoires,two books on chemical compounds, and one booklet about knots floating around him as he jotted down notes. Tourist season was going to be hitting Florida soon, and he needed to crank up the act a little bit. Most of the crowds never gave a second thought to how the sets worked, which was the whole point. Stage magic wasn't as much arcane as it was sleight of hand and misdirection. Keep them looking at your left hand while the right one is still pulling rabbits.

He had to admit, supposedly being a member of the JSA had it's perks. It was a comfy enough place with relatively few interruptions during the slower parts of his work week, and he could be there when the ones his age were still in school.

And the sandwiches were awesome. One of them was circling too.
[identity profile] blackest-knight.livejournal.com
The cruise ship is about a mile and a half out to sea. Not very far, all things considered, but far enough to allot some privacy.

Granted, not a lot. Apparently a gay superhero wedding, especially with a world-renowned supermodel in the wedding party draws media attention. But then, they'd planned on that. It had been wanted, really. Because while this is an event to celebrate love, it's also there to send a message.

The last-minute guests are coming in, those who can fly anyways. Some in their costumes, some dressed as ordinary civilians.

The ushers--Ted, Sand, and Michael--are leading guests to seats, and of course everyone is making conversation. Damon's friends and few present family members are trying hard to not gape and stare and gawk at the heroes who've shown up in costume, though a few have gone to ask for autographs and pictures.

Todd is standing with his groomsmen, greeting friends and family alike as they come in. With Al, Rick, and Dad at his side. He's totally not feeling any jitters. No sirree. Not at all nervous over this.

No second thoughts at least, and he's serious about that part. There's nothing in the world he'd rather be doing.

He's just really terrified of it.
[identity profile] blackest-knight.livejournal.com
Tonight's the night. Or the first night, at least. The night BEFORE the big night. Or a few nights before the big night.

Whatever it is, Rick's apparently making this a much bigger deal than Todd had expected. He'd almost just backed out altogether, but a stern look from Jennie said "I know what you're thinking, and I'll drag your unconscious body there if I have to."

So here he is, blindfolded, in the trunk of Rick's car, getting carted off to God knows wherever for a night sure to ruin any political aspirations not already squashed by superherodom and a brief couple of stints in supervillainy.

Thank God Damon's having his own.
[identity profile] barda-the-big.livejournal.com
Roulette's arena has seen several types of combat lately. Fights of pure brutality, the kind that destroys any and all in its path. Fights with no special abilities to speak of, but beauty, grace, and reverence to spare.

Tonight's fight is sure to be something unique. A combination of elegance, grace, and complete devastation.

Tonight, Roulette's audience will see everything the finest fury of Apokolips has to offer, against the nigh-unlimited strength of the Green Lantern.

And as the signal for the battle begins, said fury wastes no time. With a speed nothing her size should have, she leaps YARDS off the ground, preparing to strike with all her strength and mass, and eliminate her foe immediately and mercilessly.
[identity profile] cosmiccourtney.livejournal.com

That's the first word out of Courtney's mouth as she cleans behind one of the sofas at the JSA Brownstone. Ma's cookies are good, but not when they look like they've been sitting behind the sofa for about a month and a half.

She's volunteered to clean the Brownstone this weekend. Not that she minds at all, she normally jumps at the chance to give Ma an extra hand.

It's normally not that messy anyway...but it really looks as if no one's cleaned behind these couches in a really long time.

And...is that someone's sock? Covered in...green fuzz?

"Oh that is just disgusting."
[identity profile] mari-mccabe.livejournal.com
Mari McCabe smiled into the brightly lit mirror in front of her as her make-up artist put the final touches on her lips. Unlike all of the girls around her, the model superhero is perfectly calm, perfectly relaxed, and not at all running around like a screaming chicken in stilettos with its head cut off. She'd been at this point in her career for a couple of years now, where, being one of the more established models, she would be shown at the end, in one of the more exquisite pieces. Currently, Mari was showing the final design of the evening, a coveted spot for most models, and a spot that only a select few owned at the moment, amongst them Page Monroe and Jezebel Jet.

She sat back and thanked her artist, watching him department with a smile on her face. She turned back to the mirror. She looked good. She could think it. She looked good. Her make up was exotic and flawless. Her gown looked like it was poured on her. She was positively radiant.

As was another young woman at the show with Mari. She smiled brightly at Jennie Lynn-Hayden, the superhero known as Jade.

"Crazy night, isn't it?" she asked as one of the younger models screeched out and attacked another model.

[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
Everything has been set up at the brownstone, on this clear crisp day in April.

With Ma Hunkel's assistance, food had been prepared, along with a BBQ currently heating up and sending scented smoke up into the air.

And invitations had been sent out to everyone that Jesse could think of, that simply said, Come help us celebrate the birthday of one of our dear friends, Jay Garrick, April 3rd, 2009, at the JSA brownstone.


Mar. 24th, 2009 11:04 pm
[identity profile] last-lantern.livejournal.com
A few days have passed since the rescue of their compatriots from the bizarre, otherworldly prison controlled by a spinning, multi-faceted sphere of alien origin. When the Watchtower medical staff had failed to immediately find any lasting psychological, mental, or physical maladies resulting from contact with the artifact, Kyle had been content to return to New York, accompanied by Beatriz. Needless to say, their relationship has taken something of a more serious turn since the rescue. If nothing else, her temporary abduction had shown both of them how important each had become to the other person.

Despite the joyousness of these developments and the alien artifact's apparent disappearance, there remains at least one loose end. As he had flown with Fire through the urban landscape, looking at her over his shoulder to see her brilliant green flames blazing beside him, Kyle knew that he owed her return to one person in particular.

With things having returned to normal, he realizes that he owes that someone a thank you, some expression of gratefulness, even if amounts to little more than a few awkwardly chosen words and a handful of halting, poorly structured sentences. Jennie-Lynn had been spending a good deal of her time re-establishing herself with the team her father, the first Green Lantern, had founded during World War II. Contact between the two of them had been minimal since the Christmas party on the Watchtower, so the Justice Society brownstone in New York had seemed the most likely place to begin his search. Wildcat had gruffly informed him that she was, in fact, on the Watchtower, though he hadn't said why. Fortunately, he also hadn't asked what Kyle wanted with Alan's daughter.

"Green Lantern to Watchtower - prep Airlock 3 for entry," he says, tapping the communicator in his ear as he skims over the dusty lunar surface. Within a few minutes, he was breathing the recycled oxygen of the League's headquarters, striding through the long, silvery corridors. He would start his search in the canteen.
[identity profile] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
They'd all packed back into the Bug once the portal had slid closed, with Jennie staying outside to make sure that the way between was completely shut.

Gentleman Ghost is firmly bound to one of the seats, bands of green energy wrapped around him.

Looking around at the assembled heroes and civilians, Jennie says, "It's good to have ya'll back with us, safe and sound." She's leaning up against a bulkhead, arms crossed.
[identity profile] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
Blazing a spiraling green trail across the sky, Jade speeds through the air, honing in on the location of Beetle's high tech craft.

She can't help but smile as the wind rushes through her hair, and executes a perfect barrel roll before gliding to a halt just outside one of the craft's windows.

A gentle tapping on the glass.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in..."


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