[identity profile] mr-henshaw.livejournal.com
Across planet Earth on every major television network, every radio and every live stream using satellites to broadcast, the head and shoulders of the Cyborg Superman appears. Using his mastery over technopathy he broadcasts his message.

"People of Earth. Some few of you may know me as Hank Henshaw. I am also known to many as the Cyborg Superman. To most however, I am seen as the destroyer of Coast City."

The backdrop behind Henshaw's face turns to an image of the emblem of Neo Rann, rippling as if in the wind. "Not long ago I was released from my imprisonment on Oa by the Green Lantern Guardians, who assured me of my freedom. Wanting to start a new life for myself and for my friends, fellow outsiders, we met with representatives from species all over the known galaxy. It was made clear to us that a great threat existed in the universe, and this threat was known as Rann. A planet whose technology rivals even that of the beings that invaded Gotham City in your United States of America in recent months. With charters from multiple intelligent races and conglomerates I ended the Rannian threat, and occupied their abandoned territory."

An image of Neo Rann's position in the galaxy compared to that of Earth replaces the emblem. "Neo Rann poses no threat to planet Earth. We simply wish to build a home for outsiders such as myself. Yet at this very moment we are under attack by so-called heroes of Earth, including Green Lanterns who had until recently condoned my freedom." Henshaw raises a fist. "Once again I say we pose no threat to Earth, but were Earth attacked would you not make a retributive strike? I want it to be known that if the hand of Neo Rann is forced against Earth it is a reluctant gesture, and one forced by the aggression of your metahumans and the galactic vigilante squad known as the Green Lantern Corps. Any deaths on your world due to Neo Rann's reprisals can be laid at their doors. I offer peace providing they withdraw from Neo Rann this very instant."

Henshaw clenches his jaw and a solitary tear rolls down his cheek. "Please make them stop the violence, for we do not wish to harm anybody upon your planet. If we are forced to take actions, the blood is on the hands of the men and women you call your heroes. All we want is peace."

The transmission is cut, and back on Neo Rann the image of Henshaw turns to Malefic and smiles.

-

What do the people of Earth think of this?
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Lucius didn't know why Mr. G called off the Donaldson job. Apparently he now wanted these gangsters killed to make way for the 100 syndicate. 'He must be a bigshot in the outfit, maybe even the boss. Eh, doesn't matter. The money's he's shelling out for this he can be whomever he wants to be.'

Da'Bomb flew overhead until he caught sight of the building that the remants of Brick's gang we're meeting. According to what he'd been told they we're all there, so he wouldn't have to worry about backtracking. He'd better get this right, Mr G. had intimated as much. Lucius gulped, he reallyu didn't want to think about what he could do with those mental powers of his.

He landed on the roof of a building close by. He checked out the base of the building and smiled as he found a structural weakness. He extended his right hand to "touch the spot" and send these gangbangers to hell.
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
Mia was tired. Last night had been the patrol from Hell and when her alarm clock went off at six? Ollie had promptly poured a glass of ice cold water on her head when she didn't get up in a "timely fashion".

She had no desire to be at school. Sure, it was exam week and after it was over, she was home free for the summer, but she still didn't want to sit through her algebra two exam. Especially when she couldn't focus anyway.

Yawning, Mia opened her locker, pulling out her algebra two textbook to hand in after the exam was over.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette Kane has never been one to attach a lot of sentiment to the holiday season. While she likes presents and likes friends an family, she's had a lot of the first and not so much of the later until the past few years. Ever since she's become a Titan, this sort of stuff has started to mean more.

And this year, specifically, she's trying to shake herself out of a funk. Ever since the end of the whole situation with Jesse and Wally, she's been mopey, beyond mopey. That just is not going to stand - or at least she's going to do her best to get rid of that little black rain cloud that's settled over her head.

At the Titans West tower, there is a trail of gingerbread cookies leading to the teleporter. One of them is standing over the controls, watching them. No one needs to change them at all, they just need to get on the platform and follow the trails of the gingerbread to...

..... the Titans East base.

Someone's been busy with the decorating and the cooking and... well... the catering but she did cook some. A little bit.

This is the party. Presents can't be too far behind.

Contact...

Nov. 27th, 2009 04:48 pm
[identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
Luthor's hands dance rapidly over one of the keyboards, his eyes darting back and forth to scan figures as they arrive.

"and...and....here, and...that's IT! I've found it! The genetic sequencing is almost flawless! A perfect match!" His bloodshot gaze turns to the Phantom Stranger. "And you're going to bring her through, ghost. I told you...I'd find a way, and through you...this is done. Now bring her in..."

Lex slams his fist upon a button, beginning a energy whirlwind outside of his base. The molecules remaining from the universal blast earlier begin to swirl and slowly draw towards it.

"With you as a siphon, and my research, I've done it. All this time, all this effort...I've beaten it. I AM the balance between death...and life." A quick wipe of the face, and a sleep-deprived shudder pause him for a moment, before he continues.

"All stations...prepare for retrieval. Contact is made, and siphoning begins immediately."
[identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
"All units on the ready. Hold your positioning until further notice. And to all of you, I send my deepest appreciations. We're doing work of the Gods now, and as I promised before, you'll be legendary..."

Luthor sends his communique through Calculator, and relays through his three location captains. With that, he's back to his windows, and watching the remnants of the blown universe filter through. Soon, it will be enough.
[identity profile] niiroya.livejournal.com
After the Sinserto attack everybody was licking their wounds, including Team Arrow. With Oliver doing his bit in helping Star City as a candidate for Mayor, his boys were helping out anyway they could as civilians or heroes.

Roy was glad that all his wounds were either bruise and cuts he could explain away or on his chest, because unlike Connor or Mia as he had nothing to hide anything unexplainable like long sleeves or a hood during their night time activities.

He sighed as he ran a hand through his still growning hair, it seemed like a never ending battle was they tried to rebuild nearly the whole city. Every time something was fixed, another ten things would be added to the list by night fall, but the red-haired man would continue to help in anyway he saw fit.

Today was different though, today he had decided to take a break and enjoy it with his family, Donna had been helping out, but with them being busy or on opposite sides of the city they never really got to spend time together and then there was the apple of his eye; Lian, who he hadn't spent a whole day with and with Halloween coming up there was lots still left to plan.
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
There's the thwack of arrows that can be heard outside of Titans Tower, as Speedy hits another bullseye on the target.

Mia loves her early-morning practice sessions almost as much as she loves coming to the Tower on the weekends. No one's up before noon at best on Sundays, so she can enjoy the peace and quiet as she strikes the target again and again.

Pulling down her hood, Mia pauses, taking in the sight of the bay around her.

And then she notices it. A very familiar figure walking up towards the Tower.

Mia blinks, rubbing her eyes, wondering if the sun's playing tricks on her. As the figure gets closer though, Mia's face breaks into a wide grin. Dropping her bow, she sprints towards the figure, screaming at the top of her lungs before wrapping her arms around her best friend in a bear hug.

"Rose!"
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
"This is..." Mia looks around the Bar Americain restaurant, a wide-eyed look of just pure awe in her eyes. "Nice. Really nice."

When Zach had called her earlier that day, telling her to wear the fanciest dress that she had in her closet, she had been wondering where they'd be dining...but she didn't expect something this nice. It certainly was...different.

Well it wasn't everyday that she got to wear the red dress that she normally just put aside for those charity galas of Ollie's that she was dragged against her will to occasionally attended.

Nice restaurant, private cozy booth, chocolate cake in the desert case up front that looked like heaven, very nice indeed.

There was only one little problem.

"Do there really have to be so many forks?" she wrinkles her nose, fiddling with one of the smaller ones.
[identity profile] beastlyboy.livejournal.com
"Why don't you tell me about your day, Simone? See what we can find...between the lines."

The little green chihuahua skirted across the otherwise immaculate tile floors of St. Perez's Preparatory School. Garcia bobbed and weaved, avoiding the heavy, stylized shoes of the young people who thought they were the upper crust of society. Really, they were more like the weird, floury part that doesn't get cooked properly, but no one was going to tell them that out loud, especially not a little dog who could get his head crushed open by a pair of cleats. Being a pet in a school that technically didn't allow pets was something of a balancing act anyway, and at least Garcia wasn't as obvious about it as Hernando the pot bellied pig, that ham.

"Well, Doctor, I, um, came to school pretty normally. I tried my best to pay attention in my morning classes, but..."

"...but you've been having your problems again?"

Garcia ignored the cry of alarm as he ran out from underneath the janitor's legs, twisting to the side just in time to avoid being crushed by a deadly basketball. Ignoring the churlish laughs of the jock crowd(girls could be so cruel!), Garcia ran for the bleachers, crawling under the main wooden bench and licking his teeth as though wishing his little doggie lungs could call out 'Wolverines!' or some similar rallying cry. Instead, he carefully made his way forward, knowing that salvation was within his grasp...!

"...I know it's a waste of my parents's money, Doctor, and I know it's wrong, I mean...look! I've even tried holding needles in my hands, s-so the pain'll wake me up..."

"Shh. Shh. This isn't a place for shame, Simone. It's alright. I know you feel sorry. But you're still making the mistake of relying on yourself. I can't help you...if you don't let me help you."

"Doctor..."

"...tell me, Simone, do you want to waste more of your parents hard earned money? Do you think a confused girl who cuts herself to stay awake can handle that kind of information? Do you need that kind of responsibility?"

Keeping his eyes on the prize, so to speak, Garcia put on an expression of great, grim concentration. There! He shot out of the bleachers like lightning, throwing skirts in the air and causing cries of, 'Ohmigawd!' and 'That little rat-dog!' and 'Ooh, that's a nice breeze...' as he plowed through the cheerleaders, making his way around to the other end of the gymnasium. Finally coming upon a heavy pair of socks that looked, he had to admit, adorable on the normally ultra-dignified young woman with her nose in a book, he lightly batted her ankle and gave a rakish grin that looked entirely inappropriate on a dog.

"...no, Doctor Moffit. I need...I need, you...please...please take the numbers, take the cards...!"

"...well, alright. But to be there for you, Simone..."

"...you need to be there for everyone else. I promise. I'll get the other girls on the team to come to one of your one on one sessions. I swear! Please!"

"I'm sure they'll thank you, in the end." Faye Moffit adjusted her glasses, smiling as she drank in the power she had over this spellbound mind. "Trust me..."
[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] 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.
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
Going to Gotham to get her 'space'? One of the greatest ideas that Tim's ever had.

Not only has Mia had some time to think things out...being on her own in 'the big city' kinda fun.

Especially when you've got your best friend with you for a very well deserved girls' day out.

And the JC Penny in Gotham City? Sooo much bigger than the one in Star City?

"So..."Mia says to Rose as she riffles through the swimsuit selection, "What do you think about this one?"
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
Two muggings and a convenience store hold up.

Overall, a very slow night in Star City for Speedy.

She wanted something more to do. To take her mind off of things. Leaving some jerk that tried to steal the wallet off an old lady was a hell of lot easier than dealing with everything that had been going on lately. Getting kicked off of the Titans. Her bickering with Ollie. It didn't help that just about every conversation they had ended up being about "that boy".

Speaking of Zach...she hadn't exactly told him everything that had been going on lately. Well, he was aware that things hadn't been smooth sailing at the Queen house lately. But about her getting booted from the Titans for inviting him on a mission? Completely clueless.

She'd told him earlier when they'd talked that she was going on patrol that night. She'd even told him drop by if he wanted to. Granted....going from rooftop to rooftop wasn't his thing, but....

It wasn't like she was extremely busy or anything. It was quiet. In this case, she'd told him just where to find her. On a rooftop of a department store that she'd often come to on quiet nights like this.

For, as she called it, stress relief. Better known as target practice. She's lined up several soda cans all in a row. Luckily, the heating vent makes for a pretty decent place to line them all up so she doesn't have to worry about them going off the roof of the building.

There's the twang of the bow and another soda can falls off the vent. Heaving a sigh, Mia makes her way over to retrieve the arrows and fallen cans.

Free Time

Apr. 27th, 2009 12:17 am
[identity profile] vic-stone.livejournal.com
Vic was in his "garage", his private work space in Titans Tower where he could build and engineer as he as pleased. He was looking over some schematics, and idly bobbing his head to the music playing in the background. This in itself wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was that, for once, the door was open. Normally he kept it locked, since he didn't like being disturbed when he really into a project. Plus he didn't want the "kids" to just barge in and wreck his stuff.

But he figured he could stand to be a touch more sociable. Plus most of the important projects had been completed, and he was mostly tinkering with a few designs to keep him busy.
[identity profile] beastlyboy.livejournal.com
Outrageously Hawaiian shirt? Check. Sporty jean shorts? Check. Fancy leather flip flops? Check. Aviator sunglasses, corn cob pipe, and genuine Pattonesque army helmet? Check.

"Time to go to work." Beast Boy states, snapping his hands behind his back and stepping out to the Tower's lounge. "Alright, listen up troops!"

A pause. Beast Boy sighs, pulls a triangle out of somewhere, and rings it a little. "I said LISTEN U-p. Aheh. Thank you. Now! Ahem. Today we see a step forward in the endless trek of justice! Some of you wonderful guys may not make it home, but all of you will be able to say, "I was there, and I was a MAN.". Except the ladies. They can say, "I was a LADY.", if they'd prefer. Their call, no judgments here." Beast Boy coughs again. "One of the most important aspects of superheroing is the secret identity. And tonight, we're going to be putting the protection of that identity to the test. Teen Titans, tonight..."

Beast Boy slaps the poster behind him, showing the 'Fun Haus', a hip new Gotham nightspot that's made a few of the society papers. "...we are going clubbing! Clubbing, for DANGER. If we can survive a night out with our secret identities intact, we know we can handle those tricky infiltration missions that pop up every once in a while." You know, when the uniforms get boring. "Any questions, troops?"
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
"I had fun," Mia's saying as her and Zach round the corner to the Queen house.

She always has fun. Zach's nice, sweet, funny...and he's cute. That's always an added bonus.

"I'd forgotten how heavy bowling balls can be though..." she says, "My arm feels like someone tried to rip it from its socket..."

She blushes. "Not that I didn't enjoy myself! I hadn't been bowling in a really long time."

Yes Mia, you've established this already.

They reach her house. The light on the front step's on...but the house itself appears empty.

Perfect. She'd been wanting to tell him something anyway...and with no Ollie there, now seems like a pretty good time.

"Do you want to come inside?"
[identity profile] hot-ravager.livejournal.com
Rose had been thinking about what Cyborg told her: they'd be keeping an eye on her. And rightfully so, truthfully. Things couldn't look more like a setup if it actually WERE one. But they were giving her at least a chance, while they discussed things. So... the girl also known as Ravager decided it was time to show her appreciation to the two people that stood up for her, starting with Mia Dearden.

The young blonde was almost the antithesis of Rose, with her optimistic nature and easygoing personality... yet somehow Rose sensed a kindred spirit in her. So it was time to help the girl REALLY unwind, and get to dancing.

So the white-haired teen led Mia to The Fishtank, a fairly hip all-ages club about an hour from Titans HQ. The age thing meant that they had to wear gaudy pink wristbands that showed they weren't of legal drinking age, but the music was good and the place was packed, so it was worth it.

The bass pumped roughly as Rose led Mia out onto the dance floor, dressed in a scandalous silver miniskirt/tanktop combo with black leather high-heeled boots that went to between her knees and her thighs.

"Come on, babe... we're gonna have some FUN."
[identity profile] kidflash2.livejournal.com
Having super-speed is a fantastic power - from Keystone City to San Francisco in under a minute. Jay and Joan were nice to stay with, but sometimes it was nice to hang out with people his own age.

Of course, that was assuming anyone was home. The tower is mostly empty at the moment - the other 'weekend' Titans aren't due to arrive for a few hours. So Bart is out in the garden, stacking rocks. It's much harder than it sounds, really - rounded rocks that by all rights should tumble right off of one another - sustained in their tower-like formation with judicious use of micro-air bursts at super-speed.

He's got it up to about four feet tall now, vanishing and reappearing at various sides.
[identity profile] xspeedyx2.livejournal.com
Mia rarely finds time to clean her room. That, and she really could care less about how clean it is, as long as she can find what she needs, she has no problem with how bad the mess is.

But there are sometimes when you get so sick of looking at something, like a messy room, you just have to fix it.

She's cleaning off her desk when a piece of paper falls at her feet. She picks it up and goes to throw it in the trash when she notices what it is. Her learner's permit. The one that she'd had for quite sometime, but as never had a chance to use it...considering the paranoia of a certain someone to let her near anything with wheels and an engine.

A grin crosses Mia's face, as she remembers a conversation that she had with a friend over the Christmas season.

She reaches for her cellphone. Still grinning, Mia dials the number and listens to phone ring. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Come, you're supposed to be a speedster, right?" she mutters impatiently, "Pick up already."

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