http://middle-amazon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] middle-amazon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2008-01-01 01:12 am

The Speech

This plot is on bendy time

The procession was uneventful. The stone podium in front of the Regent and the Regent's family awaits the wayward princess of the Amazons. Flanked by an honor guard of Titans magically able to breathe the water like air and survive the pressures of the deep and a council of those still proclaiming and interest in a kingdom falling apart at the seams.

This better be good - and she's not half as good as Diana.

"Regent. Lady Dolphin. Honored Council."

"As you and your people are aware, there was a great war on the surface between two great nations, Themyscira and the United States. This conflict was caused in part by the villain Circe and the War God of our -"

Water carries sound even faster then air. All heads turn towards the sound of rubble as the earth and water shake around them.

[identity profile] jla-bellereve.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
And he is not alone. Another killer (http://www.titanstower.com/assets/whos%20who/aapanels/ntt/tuladies.jpg), mindless and nearly indestructible, follows and the crowd of civilians and dignitaries who came to see the Amazon speak collapse in heaps, unable to breathe in a horrific reflection of the worst moment of the Regent's life.

[identity profile] blackest-bird.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven's aura flutters as she prepares her soul-self for defensive maneuvers.

[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesse moves along the other side of Donna, making certain that she is between the dignitary and the attackers.

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Aeneas, the councilman of Skartaris stands and draws his sword while his retinue do the same. "What madness is this?! I do not run 'Titans' -" He sneers. "I fight!"

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The most roguish of the council stands and laughs as she leaves. "Please. These are heroes of their world and they appear outclassed. What would you plan on doing?"

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Looking like a hero of course," says the aged wife of the advisor on Tempest's left. "Come, Lady Dolphin, take your son. Flee."

[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a quick look to Kostan - and then her husband. "I shall do no such thing!" She throws Cerdian to Kostan and swims towards battle - in front of the Titans.

[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com 2008-01-02 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Jesse looks to Nightwing as Donna darts away.

"So much for staying together. I'm going with her -- can you and the others get Chemo away from the crowd?" She taps her communicator quickly. "Let me know if plans change."

With that, she takes a breath, and speaks,
"3x2(9yx)4a!"; with that, she zips off towards and past Donna, hoping to hit Antaeus hard enough to knock him off the ground.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2008-01-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
For a second, he's rooted to the spot. He'd really hoped he'd seen the last of that guy. In fact, that guy -was- the last thing he'd seen, before he'd had his neck snapped during the Games a couple of years back.

Then he comes back to himself, and the chaos permeates everything. Chemo he knows - he's read the files on that guy. And he knows his friend has some payback of his own to deliver. He glances at Garth, and nods, then activates the small thrusters in his boots. He's thankful he thought of them - maneuvering underwater is something that can't necessarily be magically enhanced.

He'll distract and annoy. Let the heavy hitters do their job. He brings out the taser 'rangs, fanning them out in his gauntleted hands.


Let's go!

[identity profile] duke-kostan.livejournal.com 2008-01-02 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Kostan is up. Rattled, still keeping his sword in one hand and the young Cerdian under the other arm, he holds his ground.

"We are Atlanteans! We are not fleeing like cowards. We stand and we defend ourselves."

There's a waver in his voice. Either he is not as bold as it seems, or there's something else...

[identity profile] santana-slade.livejournal.com 2008-01-02 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Santana walks next to Kostan. "Right, but standing and defending yourself holding the royal heir in your right arm isn't exactly the best tactical decision, Duke Kostan."

When Ceridian sees Santana, he actually reaches toward her. "Let me watch Ceridian, so you can better defend. I...owe your King a lifedebt."

Which was true - Tempest was responsible for getting the Titans to her during the Brother Blood mess.

[identity profile] duke-kostan.livejournal.com 2008-01-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Kostan's face screws up bitterly. "Don't prtofess what your kind can't fathom."

He grips Cerdian by the arm. "Come on, young Lord, the evacuation sub is this way."

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-03 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Can you see her? Because she's there. Watching. Frustrated. A shimmering shape in the water that only Santana could see.

"Don't trust him!" Tula said desperately hoping she could be heard. "The sub is damaged. Kostan's just trying to take the crown--and Dolphin--for himself."

[identity profile] santana-slade.livejournal.com 2008-01-03 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Months of studying Titan's history allows Santana to know exactly who she's talking to. Months of training to be a Titan tells her to not say a word about it. Santana looks right at her and motions to follow her.

Around a corner, safe from prying eyes, Santana looks towards the figure. "If you are who I think you are," Santana says quietly, "tell me something only a Titan would know. I'm sorry, I have to be sure."

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What you can be sure of is that people are dying!" Another ghost answers. "Allow me to help you!"

[identity profile] santana-slade.livejournal.com 2008-01-03 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Santana looks at him. "And you are..."

After Blood, she's VERY wary about who she lets in.

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-03 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's evil incarnate, that's what he is," said Tula, shooting a hateful glare Slizzath's way. "Don't trust him, either."

Something only a Titan would know...

"Shortpants used to be crazy for buckwheat pancakes." That'd be Nightwing there. "And Garth has a mole. Left buttcheek."

What? He used to go around in a glorified speedo--she liked to look.

[identity profile] santana-slade.livejournal.com 2008-01-04 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Santana nods. "That and he's in severe need of botox."

She looks towards Tula. "I'd have NO idea about any left moles in any left buttcheeks, but you pass on the 'shortpants' comment. Come on in. And tell me what you can do besides breathe water."

[identity profile] jla-atlantis.livejournal.com 2008-01-07 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't just...jump in," said Tula. "It's complicated."

A glance over to Garth.

"There's a connection. That can't broken. But there is someone here that you can trust as much as me."

She jerked her head towards Slizzath.

"And it's definitely not him."

[identity profile] jla-forgotten.livejournal.com 2008-01-07 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
A blond man exudes both calm and power. "If I may, my ladies."

[identity profile] santana-slade.livejournal.com 2008-01-07 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Santana jumps a little. "Him?"

She then smiles at the blond man. "Him. And you may."