[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.
[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] silent-joey.livejournal.com

Egypt was nice and all, but he missed America too much to stay there. So without a glance back and with some of the money he had left over from his father Joey caught a plane back, he knew in the back of his mind that he still owed Black Adam and he would deal with that when the time came.

It just seemed that the attack from The Sinestro Corps had put everything into perspective for him, the blond wanted to reopen the ties to Rose and his friends in the Titans, if they would let him that is. He had been in Philadelphia for nealy two weeks now and just didn't have the courage to call his sister let alone approach the Tower, the fear of being rejected by those he saw as family was just too strong. 

Today though as the blond walked twice passed the ominous looking building, he steeled himself for the consequences and hoping that no-one would be around, walked on up to the front door.

[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.


Aug. 27th, 2009 02:39 pm
[identity profile] fast-thrower.livejournal.com
Owen checked and double-checked the address. The place looked right, but he didn't want to risk making any mistakes on this. He hit the intercom on the front gate.

"Hi... I'm Owen Mercer. I stopped a bank robbery with some of you guys, and... you're supposed to open for new members, right?"

Smooth. Very smooth.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
"Ladies and gentleman, if you cooperate quietly, you may get out of this with all your digits and limbs intact. Empty your pockets into the sacks held by my fellow high-rollers and get down on the floor. And to any aspiring heroes among you.." Double Down ripped a piece of his cheek off, revealing a Jack of Clubs, which he hurled into the shoulder of an already disabled security guard. "You should get the point."

He turned to the tellers, slicing open the plexiglass window before hopping through with an armful of sacks, tossing them at the panicked workers. "Fill 'em up!"

He kept a handful of cards ready at each side as the haul was gathered. Not a bad day so far. Cashed in a few IOU's with some tech-saavy fellow Rogues and gotten a teleporter good for a few charges. Two banks already hit and stashed fast enough that the police were busy elsewhere in town, and three charges left. Clear this bank, back to the safe-house, then off to a nice sunny spot in the Caymans. Dr. Alchemy in tow to run interference, and a couple mooks off the street to help with extra lifting.

All in all, Jeremy Tell was looking at his big score.
[identity profile] jla-forgotten.livejournal.com
Roulette takes the stage one more time. She enjoys this part almost as much as the money it earns her. She's somewhat surprised it has gone on as well as it has thus far.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We have another powerhouse spectacular for you this evening. Tonight, we give you something different. Tonight we give you two warriors who have fought together but the bond they share is greater than that. Tonight we give you two warriors who are not just comrades in arms but sisters!"

The lights in the arena come up, "PLACE YOUR BETS!"
[identity profile] just-donna.livejournal.com
"I don't care where you have to go, I want an antidote found for him now!"

Donna's arrived at Miami General, fresh from her and Roy's encounter with Cheshire.

The doctors are trying to do multiple tasks at once, from keeping Cheshire stable from the number of bullet wounds that she's gathered, to finding an antidote for the poison that's slowly nibbling at her husband.

For someone with an extraordinary amount of self-control, it's taking every single ounce of it to keep Donna from snapping Cheshire's pretty little neck.

The assassin was stable. Good.

Donna turns from the bed where Cheshire's lying to her husband.

"You really should lie down," she places a hand on his forehead, "You're burning up."
[identity profile] clackclickbang.livejournal.com
Rebecca Jarvis, Onomatopoeia, sits on a crate in a dockside warehouse, looking at her team-mates through tired eyes. This is her second Squad mission, and this one seems even more insane than the first. According to the briefing they all received, Cuban terrorists had smuggled a nuke into Miami somehow, and would be detonating said device within short order. Nobody had an exact time frame, nobody knew what they were waiting for, but the bomb is supposedly being guarded by fanatics with all manner of firearms. Enough to make the Suicide Squad necessary.

She looks at Count Vertigo as he clasps his cape around his neck. Rebecca sighs. She'd given up habitually using her mask, her doctor having advised that it was all part of the recovery to go without a costume. So although she has a bodysuit and a trenchcoat, no hood adorns her head.

Plastique and Bronze Tiger are talking near the warehouse doors. She's not spoken to them a great deal. She's not spoken to many of them a great deal. Cheshire seems to be more or less a psychopath, Vertigo seems arrogant as all hell, and Multiplex is just weird. Bane is strangely erudite, but... Her problem is more with their general attitude towards their crimes. None of them seem at all eager to rehabilitate. This Task Force X thing seems more just a means to get out on the street and kill more people, or steal more things.

She puts up her hand, and grabs Vertigo's attention. "Aren't we supposed to be listening in on their frequency to see when they're moving the bomb?"

Going West

Apr. 27th, 2009 02:16 am
[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Even though there's not much travel time involved in going from Philadelphia to San Francisco these days, Nightwing's still got plenty of opportunity to consider the situation on the west coast. Terra - the first one - wrought untold havoc on the team, most notably on Gar, but her alliance with Deathstroke was a kick to the head none of them could have seen coming. With this new Terra's appearance, and a 'coincidental' appearance of a new teenager wearing Deathstroke's colors, saying he's feeling skeptical of good intentions would be something of an understatement. But that's why they're heading out there, after all - to figure out what the hell's going on.

The three East Coast Titans resolve into being inside the Tower's teleport room.
[identity profile] dr-nee.livejournal.com
Roy had been dismissed from the crime sceen by Green Arrow and told to go home. So after hurrying over the rooftops of Star City to his gray and red motorbike he made his way through the winding streets to the place he called home.

Silently cursing the roar of his bike as he pulled into the secret garage, he really did not want to wake either Donna or Lian. Changing into something a lot more comfortable he made his way to the main part of the house, but it seemed karma wasn't on his side when he started to climb the stairs each step wanted to announce to Donna that he was finally home.
[identity profile] jla-forgotten.livejournal.com
It had taken a little bit of time to get everything together but finally everything is in place. They have fighters, they have a place for them to fight and best of all, they have customers to pay to watch and the bet on the outcome. People have been trickling into the small arena Roulette has acquired and now it is almost time to begin.

The platform she's on lowers to where she's visible to all of the audience as she makes her announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have invited you here with the promise of something never seen before. There have been rumors about my presentation here tonight and how it could top what I've shown you before."

The woman pauses for dramatic effect before she announces, "It is time for you to see for yourselves. Let the first Belle Brawl begin!" The platform pulls back up into the ceiling to form a private booth where she can watch the event for herself.

She's placed wagers on the contestants but it doesn't really matter. The house always wins.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Flamebird ended up at the Titans East compound last night instead of out West. Usually, she's been dividing her time as evenly as she could but last night, she made her way back here instead of sleeping there until a more reasonable hour. Ending up over here, she doesn't get breakfast with Gar, which is a down side but she has a task. That and running into Vic and Rose always has the potential to be awkward.

Not that running into Nightwing is all that much better on the awkward scale some times.

Right now, she's still sprawled out on the couch with a pillow over her face. Her leg is hooked over the back of the couch and it generally looks like she leaped over the couch and hasn't moved from where she landed. It looks like she came here right after playing tennis, or at least the gear she's got on would indicate that she'd been doing before this. She's not sure if she'd missed Nightwing by being early or late when she decided to take a nap.

He'll come through here eventually.
[identity profile] bana-grace.livejournal.com
It felt good.

REALLY good.

Good to be back behind the bar at Chaney's, pouring drinks and handling customers who didn't follow the rules. So far she'd had to toss two people out onto the sidewalk for fighting, and that other guy seemed to finally be waking up.

The place was bustling, and Grace wouldn't have it any other way.
[identity profile] just-donna.livejournal.com
"Where is it? Don't tell me someone got to it already..."

Donna's pillaging through the freezer at the Titans' East Compound. She's stashed a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream away, and after the workout she's just had, figures that it would be the perfect reward....that is, if someone hasn't gotten their hands on it first. Although, she's very protective of her ice cream, sticking notes all over the container warning that whoever touches it without her knowing is dead.

"Come on, there's no way that someone found it this quickly."

Her hand reaches to pull aside two bags of frozen assparagus (who's idea was that anyway?). She's tossed one bag to the side when she sees it. Success!

She yanks the container out of the freezer, nearly spilling a pile of frozen dinners onto the floor. It's unopened. Perfect.

Donna doesn't even grab a bowl. Just a spoon. She takes a seat at the counter and hastily opens the container. Scooping up a spoonful, she takes a bite and sighs.
[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..."
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Flamebird is in the Titans communications center. The computers are running all of the information she has from Oracle and everything she's put in there as well, though admittedly it hasn't been that much. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that has gone cold as she's staring at the screen as information continues to scroll across the screen.

"Blue Beetle?" She's not seeing anything. Then again, she doesn't do these things, she doesn't see patterns in data. That isn't something she does. "Oracle? Donna? Do any of you see anything? I really have nothing here."

C'mon. There has to be SOMETHING here. She has to be able to find something.



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