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After making an excuse to ditch Garfield, Tara frinds herself prowling the Tower. It's not the one she remembers in the East River, that's for sure. For one, this has a more sophisticated lab. Looks like Victor the Tin Can has a hobby these days.

The good thing about being a goddess - things bend around you, curve left when they should go straight. A tweak here and a tweak there...

Creep-o Kory And'r stalker, demented clown, Bat-Brat's least favorite gardner, some stick-up-her-ass Bible thumper, and a couple people that she could care less about. This "Dark Angel" character sure had a beef with the Titans to call out an army like that.

Not like Terra ever minds. She's going to finish what she startred, and no one else is gonna screw this up for her.

Date: 2005-12-02 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley turned around. She'd been headed to the cargo bay with a suspicious Hugo in tow while trying to convince him that she wasn't going to kill everyone. Well, at least right now.

Unfortunately the only thing Bette had to vouch for her was breakfast foods. Harley crossed her eyes as if that would actually help her to see Bette. "Omelets? He's getting testy, we're going up against Dark Angel and Ivy and all you've got is omelets? Sheesh!"

Harley stopped as she walked into the lab. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. "Where the heck are we anyway?"

Date: 2005-12-02 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
"I know... I know I suck. Totally... I ..." Bette looks around as best she can manage. "You went left. Should have gone right. We've really, really, really got to get out of here. Now." She's still sure that Kory is going to show up and kick Harley's ass.

Date: 2005-12-02 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley looked around the room. It looked like a combination of a garage and a mad scientists lab. She noticed one of the other stand-ins in the room. "Uh-oh. Houston we have a problem."

Date: 2005-12-03 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley put on her most charming grin and widened her eyes. All the better to look innocent with, my dear.

"Hey! You're that chick Terra, right? What are ya doing? And what is this place anyway?"

Date: 2005-12-03 01:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley looked around the room. There were high-tech gadgets and weapons everywhere. "Thinking a little short term aren't you toots? After all, some of this stuff would fetch a pretty penny."

A quick look behind her showed that Hugo had made himself scarce for the moment. Good. She turned her attention to the other woman. There was only room enough for one mischief making blond. The Dirt Chick would have to go.

Date: 2005-12-03 02:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley's hand reaches into her purse. "Hey, I get that. Blowing up things for fun and profit. Sad to say I can't let you do too much damage." Harley pulls out a bag of marbles out from her bag of tricks. "For once, I want the good guys to win. Just to be different, ya know?"

Date: 2005-12-03 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley immediately tumbles out of the way, ending up doing a handspring onto one of the work tables.

"Consider it the trickle down theory then. Ivy did me wrong, and now it's my turn to do you wrong." She threw the entire bag of marbles onto the floor at Terra's feet. The roll on the floor and then two of them run into each other, exploding.

Date: 2005-12-03 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley jumped out of the way, twisting her body so that most of the rocks missed her, but a few scored some hits.

Thankfully her costume was made from heavy duty Kevlar. Evil Empress Rule Number Seven. My slinky sorceress' robe will have a chain mail foundation garment, at minimum.

"Freak? Looked in a mirror lately? Or did it break?"

This chick could control rocks huh? Harley decided against using any type of metal weapon. Instead she reached inside her purse and grabbed the small canister of gas and the mask.

"You know, you really outta laugh a bit more, it'll cut down on all those nasty frown lines. Oil of Olay works wonders too." A pull of the tab and the room started filling with laughing gas.

Date: 2005-12-03 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley is caught off balance. She stumbles and hits the corner of one of the tables, sending a sharp shooting pain through her hips that her ribs seem to echo.

If she stays on the ground it's game over. Terra can literally pull the earth out from under her feet. She gathers herself up and jumps, using cabinets and window sills to make it into the support beams in the roof.

"Goddess? Of what? Lemme guess...Our Lady of Mud Packs?"

Date: 2005-12-03 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_harley_quinn_/
Harley swore under her breath. Being in the rafters wasn't going to help her if the entire building came down.

Most of her weapons were of no use, they could be turned against her. Harley made a mental note to start looking into wooden weapons. She had another canister of gas, but that hadn't seemed to phase her opponent.

The beam she was standing on started to pull away from the wall. She'd have to act fast. Time to take the little bitch down the hard way.

Harley gathered up all her strength and jumped from the roof, aiming for Terra's head. "Let's see you shake off a broken neck, Little Miss Goddess!"

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