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Warftown Harbor, around noon. A hunched, pudgy man sits on a bench, his back to what could charitably be called water, but Metropolitans called Hob's River. The worn old workhorse of the City of Tomorrow, Hob's River fought a continual battle with polution, filth, mutated fish, and Greenpeace activists trying to get the whole thing dammed up before it spreads. The city hustled and bustled without an ounce of shame as a hundred busniesses great and small tighten their iron grip on the time and attention of the average person, allowing a blessed few minutes of peace, relaxation, and needed sustinance, known to lesser mortals as lunch hour. Well, for regular workers, at least. Then there are the strangers, the freaks, the night people, criminals, police officers, prostitutes, delivery people...

...and reporters. The news never sleeps, and therefore a reporter has to catch what food and rest he or she can whenever possible. It's merely fortune that Clark Kent is able to enjoy a freshly purchased chili dog. Sure, no one to eat with except for the occasional snickering group of teenagers murmering the latest fat jokes, but that's one of the downsides to super hearing, Clark has told himself over the years. And, for once...Clark looks left. Clark looks right. Wow, no interuptions. The dog rises, slowly, Clark opening his mouth and closing his eyes in anticipation...

"What is that thing?!" Someone screams.

...it can wait for a bite, Clark thinks, squeezing his eyes shut and getting closer...

"It's unstoppable..." Another man shouts, "...some kind of watery collossus!"

...closer...

"Hasn't that allready been used?"

"You try coming up with a good name on the fly!"

...closer...

"Oh God!" A woman shouts, "Those arguing monster-namers have been grabbed by its terrible seaweed tentacles! Who will save them?!"

Damn it, Clark sighs, looks whistfully at his chili dog, and hands it to the little stray dog that always seems to find his way to Kent in situations like this. "This looks like a job for..." Adjusting his tie, Clark looks left, right, and seeing that chaos is reigning, turns around. "....golly."

Six stories tall, at least, the green-gray thing is vaguely humanoid in shape, a hunched beast with a small head, beady red eyes, iron hard slimy toad's skin, long, ropey limbs ending in clawed fingers, and covered by a hundred layers of thick...glowing seaweed, that move, no, slither with dread purpose, a pair of innocent bystanders getting closer and closer to...a cut runs out along the thing's gut, it hunches up a little, and a second mouth, a massive jaw, forms in its stomach! The Filth King's horrible tounge licks its teeth, gray gunk dripping from the maw as...

...it screams from its upper mouth, the smell of burning seaweed filling the air as a blue and red blur surges forward, blasting the set of seaweed tentacles into fried atoms and quickly grabbing the pair of bystanders! Landing on a nearby Stop-An-Shop, Superman looks over the sheepish pair and decides there's only one thing to do. "It's name is the Filth King, I think. Aquaman showed me a picture in an old Atlantean book of legends. Go! Get out of here! The Science Police should be here soon, I'll hold it off until then!" And with that, Superman kicks into the air, charging through the stratosphere...

...only to be blasted with a hunk of the gray goop, slamming into the ground, the Man of Steel groans, feeling his strength start to subtly ebb away as he's exposed to the toxic loogie from hell. Superman struggles, aiming his heat vision to try and melt through his prison, or at least weaken it enough to break out of, but even as it begins to work, the Man of Steel cannot escape one, overriding thought. 'I might need some help on this one...'

Date: 2008-05-15 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Help is, indeed, on the way - someone's been monitoring the Watchtower's sensors, after all, and the Filth King is definitely cause for alarm.

"This is Blue Beetle, broadcasting a Priority One Justice League alert - a gigantic, toxic monster has appeared in Metropolis - any available hands are requested to respond."

The Bug streaks towards the scene, blasting at the monster with its on-board energy weapons.

Date: 2008-05-15 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackest-knight.livejournal.com
Obsidian's only reservist, but he's on the way regardless. The monster's massive enough to cast a huge shadow, so Todd has no shortage of space to appear from.

And even better, no shortage of things to pull from. The monster's own shadow leaps up and forms a wall, blocking it's path to the rest of the city.

Date: 2008-05-15 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com
Mere seconds later in a red and gold blur Wonder Woman appears next to Superman, attempting to extricate him from the slimy toxic mess.

Over comms she asks, "Any information on what this thing is and how best to be rid of it would be appreciated." One arm snaps up to deflect one clawed tentacle off of a bracelet, and then she's back to pulling Superman out.

Date: 2008-05-16 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theotherlantern.livejournal.com
Not far behind that blur is the Green Lantern she's currently living with.

He immediately gets to work on damage control, cleaning up the nasty goop before it can kill anyone.

Date: 2008-05-16 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
The Flash is there, as his response time tends to be the fastest, as one might expect.

He's on bystander patrol, making sure no poor sap gets caught up in the damage, debris and icky sticky.

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Hovering above...

Date: 2008-05-24 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] infinity-inc.livejournal.com
The JLA's battle with the Filth King rages through the harbor, as Lexcorp's environmental response team start to clear the area of bystanders. Civilians are rushed out, and streets are taped off for a 4 block radius.

One of the workers holds up a walkie-talkie and speaks into it. "Area secured. Deploy Indigo 2, over."

In response, a black and magenta bolt tears into the sky, building up momentum and firing at a right angle towards the restricted zone, aiming right into the midst of the Filth King. The energy trail it leaves disappears upon contact almost immediately.

Then the reaction starts. The environmental nightmare begins to shake as a lump inside it starts to travel upwards, rocking from one side to the other before exploding out of the top of its head. That lump hovers above, and when the residue burns off, is revealed to be Infinity Inc.'s Miracleman.

"Get a Glad bag, handy JLA...this is going to get messy."


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Date: 2008-05-24 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nynecrymes.livejournal.com
Catman responds to the radio message with a hand on his cowl. "Indigo 2 deployed. First Strike in three...two...contact."

He watches from a rooftop, focusing in on Miracleman's drilling into the target, before entering the fray himself. Blake bounds from one side to the next, trying to distract the Filth Knights and turn their focus on himself instead.

"First strike engaged. Tsunami maneuver in three...two...NOW!"

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Date: 2008-05-24 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] infinity-inc.livejournal.com
The Top's on the scene - inducing disorientation in the Filth Knights as he approaches, and then focusing his telekinetic powers on the pavement underneath the Filth King. It ripples, hurling itself against the creature, trying to maneuver him into the center of the evacuated zone.

"Nice work, Flasher. I think we can handle it from here.."

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Date: 2008-05-25 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
The Bug gains some altitude while the Filth King is distracted, and the hatch opens on the bottom - the Blue Beetle's robotic avatar gliding out from the vehicle with his retractable wings, to land on a nearby building. He opens his comm channel.

"I can use the Bug remotely to harass the thing, but we need some kind of more direct solution; we're not getting anywhere."

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Date: 2008-05-25 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] infinity-inc.livejournal.com
The Top deftly moves amongst the Filth Knights, using his mental powers to scramble their ability to aim effectively. The sizeable blast of filth is telekinetically pushed aside, and Dillon wags his finger.

"Ah-ah-ah. This costume is dry-clean only.."

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Date: 2008-05-26 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nynecrymes.livejournal.com
Catman picks up the somewhat distressed signal on his own headset, looking up at the Filth King.

"A Direct Solution? Hang on troops...We've got just the thing." He speaks into thin air with "Maneuver: Goodnight Gracie...3...2..1..."

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Date: 2008-06-05 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
"The secret name of soap. The secret name of soap? What the hell is the secret name of soap?"

The Flash is in the library, speed-reading through books as best he can - this is more Bart's thing, really - the retention, at least. So many of these occult books are way over his head anyway - there's a reason Zatanna's so -

"Wait... no way."

In an instant, he's back out towards Superman.

"Scrubblus Bubblus!"

Date: 2008-06-05 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
He doesn't have to run to shake it up. Instead, he holds on tight, giving it enough of the Speed Force to vibrate the whole thing until it's crazy sudsy.

"Is this seriously gonna work?"

Date: 2008-06-08 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] infinity-inc.livejournal.com
Killer Moth stands back, being hooked up to a vat of chemically treated suds by Science Police technicians.

"If that doesn't...we've got something on the ready to send this thing back down the drain."

Date: 2008-06-08 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nynecrymes.livejournal.com
Catman keeps his focus on the Filth King, and its subdued knights, turning radio communication to the Science Police and the JLA.

"JLA, this is Catman with ground control. Primary function is containment, and then disposal. Lantern...I need a bowl from you. As big as that monster is deep. Superman, Flash, Moth? You're going to fill the bowl. We cap it, and it should dissolve in the solution."

Date: 2008-06-08 09:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theotherlantern.livejournal.com
It'll be tricky to keep this wall up and make a bowl, but they don't give these rings to chumps.

That said... who the hell is Catman?

"Must've missed a meeting. Who the hell are these guys?" he asks Obsidian, the closest guy to him, as he produces a giant emerald bowl.

Date: 2008-06-08 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
He's not the only one who missed the meeting.

"The TOP? Am I seeing The Top down there?!"

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Date: 2008-06-12 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
To take things from worse to better, we hope, is now the arrival of Lex Luthor himself. Lex speaks with a few Science Police members, and S.T.A.R labs technicians as they place the Filth King's remnants in separate containers.

After that, he gives a few words to the GBS media, who've now made it to the scene.

"Well, if it helps anyone to know..." Lex gives a tug on his ear before giving a proud smile. "I didn't do it. Any of it. All accolades should be given to the on-hand Science Police, S.T.A.R supervisors, as well as the men and women on the scene to contain that thing. As a matter of fact, why are you all talking to me? Lets go meet some true heroes."

With that, Lex leads the camera crews past a happily feeding dog with a half-eaten bun, and to where the JLA and Infinity Inc. are discussing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to give my personal thanks again to the Justice League of America. Assisted by Infinity Incorporated." Luthor rallies around the media and any curious onlookers who all start to give a slow, then increasing ovation to the team members. "This is the standard for what my company is trying to do. And we are truly blessed to have them here."

With that, Luthor walks closest to the nearest member, and gives Blue Beetle a healthy handshake. He stops for a moment, as newsies begin to snap and flash photos around them. After that round, he moves on to each member in turn, smiling and giving good words.

Date: 2008-06-13 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
If Blue Beetle's robotic surrogate could blink, it would mimic Ted's own expression of disbelief.

"Well, we're just here to help.. right, guys?"

Date: 2008-06-13 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theotherlantern.livejournal.com
"That's the job description," John says, humorlessly keeping unimpressed eyes on Lex Luthor, the man who engineered the war against Themyscira that drove the Amazons back into hiding... and left Diana without a place to truly call home.

Date: 2008-06-13 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saw-bones.livejournal.com
Watching the news coverage back in Washington is one of Luthor's former subordinates during his presidency.

Now keeping a close eye on the man since he's resurfaced. He managed to come out of a scandal smelling like a rose.

"Luthor's got his own team, now," he mutters to himself, puffing on his cigar.

"Time to step up the Helix program."

This has got to be countered.

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