JLA Watchtower (Archive)

The Canary rolls one shoulder as they move forward.

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Flamebird draws in closer to everyone. Just in case. To make it easier.

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Triad Orange takes hold of one of Plas's arms, and in conjunction with Lyle, begins the invisible airlift to the cave..

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Hawkgirl's there, clutching on to her trusty mace.

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Plastic Man resists his opportunities for upskirts as he's the platform everyone's standing on. This is bound to be an ugly bit of business they're about to undertake, and his coloring is predominantly black on this one.

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To silence oneself is a small matter, requiring little preparation. To shield the minds of many is a daunting task even under normal circumstances. So many differing patterns that must be plucked from the maelstrom, and systematically silenced, hidden from predators. A sudden spike of alarm, or an overenthusiastic reaction, can undo that work in a nanosecond on the mental plane. She has had to familiarize herself with their thought patterns over the last half hour - a short span of time for such a huge task.

Lily sits in a lotus position now in the center of the craft, her head bowed in concentration. Slowly, she reaches out, touching the thoughts of all in turn, though they will not feel it. Muting them to the machinations of the Universe, and hopefully, Mordru himself. The bubble expands slowly, an elaborately woven framework of silence that cannot be too obvious by its absence alone.

After what seems like an eternity, but is yet just a few moments in real time, she murmurs assent. "It is done."

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Nightwing has been silent for the duration, focusing his own efforts on how best to negotiate the place. He hopes he brought enough of his own set of tricks with him to fend off any traps.

"Let's do this."

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"Watch out for that 'Gunter glieben glauchen globen' guy from the Def Leppard song about this rock. Last thing I want is to be taken out by that chump," Plaz offers, helpfully.

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It may be the simple fact of seeing his old colleagues again, with the anticipation of rescuing them, but Lyle cracks a grin at Plaz's remark, shaking his head.

Invisibly, the group moves to the mouth of the cave that would be familiar to any whom had visited the Rock of Eternity. Within, the seven deadly sins are imprisoned in stone statues.

There are also, unfortunately, shadow demon creatures that serve as guardians of this impromptu prison.

Lyle whispers as they reach the entrance.

"Omen, keep up your mental shields. The rest of us will clear a path through these things."

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Her response is a mere nod of the head, focused as she is on her task. She will do what she can for them.

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Cloaked as he is, Plaz snakes out some tendrils to circle loosely around the ankles of as many of these Shadow Demons as he can. Waiting for the ass-kickers to move into position before he tightens them and holds them down for easier asskickery.

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Hawkgirl won't make the first move, but she's at the ready, her mace quietly crackling with energy. Her lips are set in a grim, thin line.

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Swallowing, Flamebird moves quietly, keeping herself light on her feet. She's got to be able to move more quietly than the bird girl, right? She's freaking covered in metal bits.

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Nightwing takes the flank, moving to the left of the group. He's got some blinding stun grenades at the ready to cause their own distractions.

And with a nod of warning and acknowledgement to the others now in position, he lets loose with a burst of them now, thrown inside the entrance to make them turn towards the commotion. The moment the silent pulse grenades go off, it's time to launch into action.

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Plaz tightens immediately around the shadow demons' ankles, locking them down to limit their movement.

Biting his lip to keep from saying anything. This is HARD. He's got so many kickass battle blathers he could bust out right now... but NO he had to be on the SNEAKY PANTS team...

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Omen brings forth her own brand of confusion, lashing out with a focused barrage of projected mental white noise and static.

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The Black Canary moves forward, charging silently at the first shadow demon she sees.

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Wildcat charges in, silent and swift, thinking to himself "And they said I couldn't do quiet..." He clears one of the first shadow demons with a jump. Better to surprise these things by attacking from within. As his feet gently land, he pads across the ground and grabs the nearest demon around the neck in a wrestling-lock.

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For her part, Triad seems to be an adept physical combatant - then again, she learned from the best. A series of powerful kicks put down one of the shadow demons as the group advances into the cave.

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Lyle seems pleased, but focused - definitely happy with the group that has been assembled, here. The invisibility field is gone - the cave itself shielding them from Mordru's sight, now.

The long stretch of hallway with the statues has come into view, and up ahead, the prisoners, and the throne of the wizard Shazam, sitting empty.

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This isn't easy but then again, she wouldn't want it to be. Flamebird throws a charged bolo at one of them and follows it up with a series of machine gun kicks.

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Big lobster claws shoot up to grab demon heads and smash them together, enough to get a better look at this joint.

Literally buttoning his lip to keep words from spilling out.

This is annoying!

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As they near the prisoners, the shackled form of Dreamer looks up, grinning as she sees her would-be rescuers.

"Well, aren't you a rag-tag bunch?"

She nods to Nightwing.

"Nice to see you again, short-pants. Been a while. Can I get some help? Or should I say, 'Hey, rube'?"

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"'Hey, rube?'" The Canary absentmindedly fends off an elbow smash.

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"Circus talk, sweetie. Something me an' Batboy understand."

She gives an oddly flirtacious wink to Black Canary.

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Nightwing's surprise is tangible, as evidenced by his backflip that almost ends with him landing awkwardly.

"What the-- " He turns abruptly, straightening enough to see the captive, before loosing another taser 'rang at a wouldbe opportunist. Then it hits him. "Boston Brand?"

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A ghostly form - visible, here on the Rock of Eternity - exits the buxom blonde's form, allowing her to slump into unconsciousness.

"In the strictly proverbial flesh. The Stranger asked me to hang around here and feed tall, dark and crazy bad information. Pretty easy gig."

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He launches from the ground, using the body of a downed demon as a springboard to approach the now-unconscious captive. When he comes back down onto his feet, he's grinning. "What'd you tell him?"

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"Well, for starters, he thinks he's gonna win. Let's disabuse him of that notion - you bring the psychic mojo?"

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He gestures briefly back down the hallway, before setting about picking the shackles. "Omen's here with us, keeping our infiltration quiet."

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Wildcat overhears Nightwing and Deadman's chat, and his lip curls up in an appreciative snarl. These kids certainly plan well. Not that he minded just being the hired help for once. He snaps the neck of his shadow demon, and goes for a running tackle on another one.

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"Omen, if you could start working on Imra, that would be good. I don't want her coming out of this trance she's in and zapping us all for Mordru."

He moves to Teth-Adam, working on the man's shackles while Nightwing frees Dreamer.

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Let them do what they're good at doing.

Hawkgirl will do what she's good at.

And that, which is completely evident by the way she smashes through the shadow demons with her Nth metal mace - is being the muscle.

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The girl is dead weight thanks to her unconscious state, but regardless of her apparent helplessness, Nightwing makes sure that as soon as she slumps free of her shackles and into his arms, that he's got her in a hold firm enough just in case she wakes up and tries to wriggle free. He brings them both down to the musty ground as Omen makes her way towards them.

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Lilith Jupiter is moving through the chaos, as though impermeable to their attentions somehow. As she reaches her fellow Titan, she crouches down, the better to place a hand on the girl's forehead. Strictly speaking, she has no need of physical contact in order to perform what she needs to; but with her current task of keeping everyone else's minds shielded on top of this new assignment, the physical anchor the girl provides will help her focus.

"I don't know if Mordru will sense his influence's banishment," she notes carefully. "So be prepared to move out fast if that happens."

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Plaz is giving Deadman the stinkeye... mainly because he can. Usually, when that guy gets mixed up in things, nobody can ever see him.

Meanwhile, his arm has turned into a giant bag of Shadow Demons, and he's shaking them around like marbles.

"Do we really wanna free Tethy? He tends to be a bad guy, dont'cha know."

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Imra's eyes open suddenly - responding to Omen's efforts.

"Mordru."

She momentarily seems confused by all the people around her, but that expression gives way to one of anger.

"I've had enough of his manipulations."

She closes her eyes - undoing the mental changes that Mordru has had her perform on her colleagues.

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"It's a sure bet he's going to know, when the Legion starts attacking him, Omen. And yes, we should free Teth-Adam. As Shazam's champion, he could be of immense help."

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Teth Adam, for his part, says nothing - but glares angrily at Plastic Man for even the suggestion he should be left here.

As a matter of fact, he seems to be trying to say something, but it seems Mordru has deprived him of a voice.

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"He started out as a champion," the Black Canary says, shooting a quick glare at Plaz. "And no one deserves to stay stuck here." Cocking an eyebrow at Teth Adam, she adds, "Kind of a novelty, him being so quiet, but that's probably killing him worse than being stuck in prison. Can someone bibbity-bobbity-boo his voice back?"

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"We should get him outside - Dr. Fate or the Stranger should be able to restore his voice."

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"Make it fast," Nightwing replies, releasing his hold on the young woman and helping her to her feet. "We need to bail. Now."

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Flamebird stands back, looking a bit uncertain. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to stay limber in case something else pops out of the woodwork.

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"Go." Omen says, more forcefully to the others. She can feel the delicate threads of her working becoming more strained under the consistent magical observation she's trying to keep them hidden from.

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"Ah, hell." Wildcat sticks his shoulder in Black Adam's stomach, and tries to lift him with all his strength into a fireman's carry. "I mean, I only worked with the guy. Someone provide me with a bit of backup while I try and carry this mook outta here."

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