Smog and Brimstone

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At the corner of Hollywood and Vine, the ground begins to tremble on an early summer evening - the hardy native Californians ignore the tremor at first, accustomed to such things living this close to the San Andreas fault. The hissing gasses and wave of heat might be ignored as well - after all, this is where movies are made - but the follow-up is all too real.

Demons begin to pour forth from the fissure that quickly forms - their twisted, red-black bodies bending unnaturally as their charred wings expand, feeling the freedom of the air for the first time in age untold.

Hell on Earth begins here.

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[zauriel1971.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Bludhaven, that's where I operate usually. So Dr. Fate huh? I think the guy in green is Spectre, but who's the guy with the trenchcoat and hat?"

He stops to think about it, then says, "So the top of a building somewhere is good - what are you in the mood for? McDonald's? Subway? Chinese? Pizza? Back in Bludhaven, there is a great wings spot. By the way, why the interest in Bludhaven?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"I have no idea. I didn't even know who the guy in the green was. I'm sure if you really want to know, you could ask them."

Flamebird reaches up and rubs at her forehead for a few moments, "No real reason. Jsut reminded me of someone I hadn't heard from recently. Look, I'll go get something and you can go get something and we'll meet up there in an hour. Okay?"

[zauriel1971.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good."

Owlman looks around at whats still in operation. He sees a McDonald's, changes to his civies, and gets an Angus burger combo, changes back to Owlman, and heads to the rooftop to meet Flamebird.