Environmental Awareness
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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...'
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Date: 2008-05-15 02:22 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:53 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-05-15 10:16 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-05-16 04:31 am (UTC)He immediately gets to work on damage control, cleaning up the nasty goop before it can kill anyone.
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Date: 2008-05-16 04:33 am (UTC)He's on bystander patrol, making sure no poor sap gets caught up in the damage, debris and icky sticky.
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Date: 2008-05-18 05:54 pm (UTC)The Filth King screeches as the Bug's lasers burn into its greasy, grimy flesh; the stink the burning...stuff causes could be punishment enough for the Blue Beetle...especially since the green gas grows thicker, surging towards the Bug as if the Filth King was somehow aiming it! Ted can tell from inital contact that the stuff is corrosive-can he get away from the brunt of the blast in time?!
Obsidian's power binds the King, as the great creature struggles with its own shadow, as something strange happens...
...some of the bystanders aren't exactly evacuating like the average resident of Metropolis for more than a week knows how to. They're just...standing there, three, four, five people, professionals by the look of them, hunched, shaking...
One throws up, hurling the strange green goo where he thinks the Flash will run next-while a woman turns to leap throw the air at Green Lantern, swinging a set of hideous, grimy claws at the Emerald Gladiator! The third and fourth Filth Knight turn towards Obsidian, both spitting hocks of gunk the size of a human head at the reservist in an attempt to stop him from controling their master's shadow, while the fifth pulls back in reserve to see what happens.
As for Superman?
"Hey!" The Man of Steel shouts, stepping back and grabbing the side of a buick. His knees buckle for a second, and Superman spins around once, twice, and hurtles the sensible family sedan right at the Filth King's upper maw! "We've got a littering law in this town, jerk! -Wonder Woman, we need to make a dam...this thing must be trying to get into the central harbor! I'm not sure what it wants, but I'll bet a dollar it isn't to shake hands and make a speech about serving the public good."
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Date: 2008-05-24 06:42 am (UTC)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)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)"Nice work, Flasher. I think we can handle it from here.."
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Date: 2008-05-24 04:29 pm (UTC)Superman then turns over to a man in a jumbo tanker truck, and knocks on the door. "Excuse me, sir? I need to borrow something..."
The Filth King takes a serious beating; The Bug's electric attack sizzles it, Obsidian's shadow knife carves a piece off of it, and Miracleman and the Top both manage to slam into the Filth King, sending the beast shuddering backwards...
...Wonder Woman's lasso causes the two captured Filth Knights to screech in supernatural pain, as the dirt around their eyes and minds starts to clear thanks to the blazing light of truth! But can Wonder Woman hold them long enough to free the Knights, when the three remaining Knights rise back up! Two make a charge for Wonder Woman, while the third sends a sizeable blast of immobalizing filth towards the Top! The King stumbles regardless, seeming to take a huge amount of damage from Infinity Inc's sudden attack...
...except that the big ol'hunk of Filth King Miracleman buzzed off struggles again...tentacles growing out of it and lashing forwards, trying to immobalize Miracleman and whipping at Killer Moth and Catman! The tentacles have grown terrible, grimy spikes, with the intent of piercing the flesh of Infinity Inc!
The main Filth King spins its gut around, then, its lower maw opening up and heaving, shaking, and finally spitting a building sized wave of filth that seems to move mid-air, aimed in an attempt to immobalize Green Lantern and Obsidian!
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Date: 2008-05-25 04:20 am (UTC)"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)"Ah-ah-ah. This costume is dry-clean only.."
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Date: 2008-05-26 05:00 am (UTC)"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)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!"
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:00 am (UTC)And, above the melee between the Filth King and the city of Metropolis's protectors, a Science Police agent points into the air, "Look, up in the sky-!"
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Date: 2008-06-05 04:55 am (UTC)"Is this seriously gonna work?"
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Date: 2008-06-08 02:49 am (UTC)"If that doesn't...we've got something on the ready to send this thing back down the drain."
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Date: 2008-06-08 02:55 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2008-06-08 09:17 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-06-08 09:18 am (UTC)"The TOP? Am I seeing The Top down there?!"
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Date: 2008-06-12 09:22 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-06-12 10:57 pm (UTC)...at least the dog's enjoying his lunch, Clark thinks grimly, putting his 'You're not getting the reaction you want, assface.' face on, always important for dealing with Luthor, and quickly scans Blue Beetle's hand with his super vision in case the mad scientist planted anything on his colleague's costume mid-handshake.
"Luthor." The Man of Steel booms out, meeting Lex's oh-so-press-friendly gaze with a calm, only mildly brooding stare of his own. "Nice to see your opinion on the value of my colleagues has changed over the years." The members of Infinity Inc. might realize that, for the moment at least, Superman's calling them colleagues. It's his way of saying, 'I was wrong, you guys did good.' without sounding like a condiscending jerk.
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Date: 2008-06-13 01:34 am (UTC)"Well, we're just here to help.. right, guys?"
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Date: 2008-06-13 06:38 am (UTC)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.