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hugo-clone.livejournal.com

He barely notices it when it starts. One moment he's lying on the couch in his and Starfire's quarters, dozing with one ear on the baby monitor, taking it easy after being released from the infirmary, and the next he's falling, feeling himself being pulled somewhere... else.

He has the briefest impression of blackness, a night without stars before he pull himself upright, shouting "no!"

He sit up on the couch, reeling, trying to get a handle on what happened, if it was an attack or not.

All is quiet, his senses seem fine, Luum hasn't made a sound...

...but all the same, something feels very very very wrong.

Current Mood: anxious

alt-minds2.livejournal.com

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around...

Do you ever shut the fuck up? Geez, little wonder you and Logan get on so freakin well.

I learned the hard way how to keep yourself sane when you're chained up. Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall...

ivy-lady.livejournal.com

Ivy can feel Jesse struggle against the mental control.

"Oh that won't be happening."

Jesse can feel Ivy shoving back - lot harder and with less effort.

"Oh, and regarding your musings on Light, why didn't you all just kill the disgusting rapist when you had the chance, hm?"

Ivy starts a tour of the Brownstone. Any pictures she finds, she takes.

"See, as long as I have this little childhood object Ms. Quick, I get to run your life. That is how it works. This is all just a matter of self-defense, really. If raping the Dibny woman gets your mind rearranged, imagine what will happen if I'm caught? No, best to nip that idea in the bud I figure, but not before getting the samples..."

She can feel the hate and is awed by the truly personal nature it has...

"And I thought the Batman hated me. you seem to be less than professional about all this. Why is that?"

angel-in-a-box.livejournal.com

Jade has been sent ahead while the other preparations continue. She could sense them growing restless, even encouraged it. Still, the preparations were over.

She went over to the unconscious form of Donna Troy.

Across North America there was a species known as the passenger pigeon. It was said that what you needed to do to get a feast of the birds was capture one, cage it in an obvious place and let it's fellows hear it. Let the flock come to its aid. Then all the enterprising hunter would have to do is shoot them from the sky. The birds would keep coming back too. Over and over they would come to assist their captured member until none of them flew again.

Such a lovely captive bird she had...and her flock just kept coming to try to get to her. And they brought others...so many others...

Time for the feast.

"Assemble before me!" Those in the waiting room feel that pull. "We are ready!"

ivy-lady.livejournal.com

Just how long had they been...wherever they were? Just how long had she been staring at Scavenger's ugly half-metal body? How long had Harleen pouted about her movie being interrupted by Dark Angel's teleportation? How long had she sitting with this damned paper crown in her hand with all these insane and disgusting people with glitter flaking off into her palm and fingers.

And why the hell did she get a paper crown anyway? Other people had photos or jewelry. She got...this. Precious things make no sense to anyone she supposed.

She hadn't had to eat or sleep here. Maybe it had only been a few minutes. The mercenary Cheshire had been called out earlier. Wal...Flash had mentioned something once about his teammate fathering a child with her. She assumed that' the reason she was here in this waiting room. why were the rest of them here. Did she want to know? Did she want them to know?

Harleen kept looking at the picture, frowning. Ivy didn't feel like starting a fight, so she hadn't asked what the look was for. No sense in getting her touchy.

The girl in purple was curled up a corner under blanket. She would be cute except for the malicious glare she periodically gave everyone in the room. she'd asked for a Bible twice now.

The man with no face to him read and re-read a movie magazine. Why the hell was there a movie magazine featuring "The Matrix," in here anyway? Maybe there was a cosmic requirement to have all waiting rooms everywhere have magazines that were hopelessly out of date.

Some street tough leered occasionally at the women and kept flipping a charm bracelet in the air. Oh, and he kept hacking like a decrepit old man.

And there was the other blonde, wearing a toga and fiddling with a necklace. She'd try chatting that one up, but Harley was in the room and both exuded a certain wildness about them. It was tense enough in here. Still, no sense in not asking. They were supposed to play at being teammates after all.

angel-in-a-box.livejournal.com

It was going so well.

They thought they were getting their lives. Fools. They got to be agents of chaos and of pain. She would feed on that pain and watch. Watch them all grow stronger. More formed by the experience. Closer to the potential all creatures had, but most couldn't bear the weight of.

Maybe when this was all over, she'd keep Jade and Kostan. They had potential. They had the talent...the potential for true greatness. If nothing else, replacing was easier than erasure. Jade could have the charmed life the godling had carved for herself. Maybe more willing souls would cut down on the troubles she had experienced. So few had the potential to bear the weight of what she needed.

The spell was ready. She held in close to her heart, waiting for another to come to her while the others rested. The lies Kostan told himself were exquisite. The envy had been so easy to call forth and fuel. The gossip around he and the "Regent" had been so easy to enhance - especially with the failure of yet another marriage among them. Especially when it was so easy just to heard the souls of the Titans around one another. Titans Together. Oh, they had no idea what kind of poison and gift that was to one like her!

Hippolyta and her wartime companions had indeed taught her well. Vengeance against one is for mortals. A goddess removes that which vexes her plus anyone else that might come to challenge. After this experiment, she hoped this would finally show them all...all the souls she could use.

Somewhere...she could feel Donna Troy sleeping, trying to wake. Trying to find the way out. She sensed them again.

"No," she hissed. "It's not your time."

We are dying...the reply came.

"We all are. Patience."

Olympus could heal us. We need -

"She isn't ready for you. They are not ready for you. The research...the tempering...must continue. Look what happened with their last deaths! She gained allies."

You promised us. They replied resigned. Then threatening...We will keep you to it.

If she were a more petty creature, she would roll her eyes. She looked closer at the dreams....Damn the Archer! He'd sent her on a dream walk while they came and distracted her. It was too soon to see that. Too soon to pick out a voice out of the choir.

"Jade! Cheshire! To me! We need to go before the others."

Current Music: "Lullaby," The Cure

arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com

Strong Bow has been oddly strict and yet at times let him get away with the weirdest thing. One thing he had been fairy strict about was education. Not just school, but learning about the world.

This was a ritual he had been on a dozen times, but not since he was a kid. Spas used sweat therapy all of the time. Hell, he was sure Connor and monks did this sort of thing too.

The place was set for Donna when she was ready.

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Lyta Hall practically demolished the speed limit driving back to the tower, and barely stopped moving as she ran through the door and, by force of will, forced one of the doors to open into the JSA Brownstone. The woman moves fast, and for those moments, you can believe she used to be a superhero.

"Hector," she shouts, as she enters the room. Fate, immersed in books researching something, sees her and rises.

"Lyta, I..."

"I know, Hector," she says, and doesn't let him say another word as she falls into his arms.

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

"Hey guys. Someone broke into my condo and took a bunch of stuff. I'm ... I'm going to be here for a while cleaning stuff up and filling out forms and such. I...." Pause. "I'll be back when I get the chance."

No, Bette doesn't really sound happy right now.

gar-logan.livejournal.com

Aurora, still dressed in cape and mask, is still being looked after by S.T.A.R Hospital's trained medical staff.

Even so, Gar can't help but feel worried as hell for her though. Especially after the beating she took.

He's still wincing inwardly when he catches a glance at her scratched, cut and bruised skin, no matter the size.

This hasn't been the best day. For either of them.

Having moved as far as he bearably can from her, finding a quieter spot in the room, he opens a channel, and contacts Titans' Tower.

All I did was leap out of the window mid-transmission to save someone I love...

"This is Beast Boy to Titans Tower, come back to me Bandit, over."

...oh boy, is this going to be fun.

duke-kostan.livejournal.com

The sorceress called Dark Angel burned the image in his mind - get the shell necklace Regent Garth gave to the surface witch known as Raven. That was going to be the hard part. The elephant toy was easy enough for Dolphin to part with for a moment.

He used his limited teleport ability to bypass the door to Raven's Sub Diego lodgings. These newcomers to the waters still relied on surface contrivances like locks.

Kostan saw the glimmer of gold on a black ribbon. It was the necklace he was looking for. Hopefully, no one would detect the theft.

He reached for it...

jla-villains.livejournal.com

It's the middle of the day. The Titans are off playing at being superheroes. It's an unexpected time for a break-in. But then, with the security measures on Titans Tower, it's unexpected that anyone would try and break in at all.

But then, that's the purpose of the small silver ball that materializes in the room. The pulse it emits should deaden all the security systems long enough to do what he came here to do.

There is another wave of light. An old man is standing there. His body is twisted, deformed and partly cybernetic. He stands in the middle of the room and takes a deep breath. Hmmmm....Ssuperboy.

To work. He scans the room quickly, and then begins to grab items. A framed dollar bill comes first, followed by an old costume from the closet, and a random disc from the computer. Finally, he grabs a snapshot tucked into a corner. He looks at it for a second...and a laser beam shoots out of his glowing red cybernetic eye and burns the photo.

Time to go.

And then he adjusts something hanging from a shoulder-belt, and disappears.

jla-extras.livejournal.com

He was at his desk and hadn't even looked up when she came into the room. She was sure he knew she was there. For the good of the kingdom, she had to try. She had to play the best card she had, even if it made him mad.

Slowly, she placed the stuffed toy in front of him.

"He misses you."

ivy-lady.livejournal.com

She isn't home and it doesn't look like she has been for days. Breaking and entering is easy. It's just a standard condo in Burbank. Poison ivy doesn't even know who it belongs to outside of some member of the Titans and not even one she has an particular irritation towards other than the fact she works with people she hates. Harley seems to know about this Flamebird person than she does. She's not going to ask about the proverbial going into a room and shooting a stranger. All of this feels creepy, and Pamela Isley gave up be creeped out a very long time ago.

Sabotage the secured door out front. Short out a few security cameras with sap pods. Make her way up to the penthouse apartment.

When she got in she was expecting trophies on grand display. Aren't all so-called heroes hunters in the end? There's only a few olympic medals, tastefully displayed. The ring is strange sort of guidance ignores them. It directs her to a frame over a computer terminal. It's a new computer, but nothing fancy. Nothing heroic. It has elegant calligraphy, but it's obviously it's from a place that makes thousands of these a quarter. It's a nursing degree made out to a one "Bette Kane."

A nurse. How quaint. she'd like to sneer, but she knows well how undervalued such positions are in a patriarchal world. It was hard enough to study biology without someone thinking she was there for nursing in her undergrad years. She had resented it. Then there was Woodtrue and feeling sick for months with the changes he put her through. The nurses had actually been kind. She still takes it and dislodges a picture as she does. Any doubts she was in the wrong apartment vanish. A cute blonde stands between two "out," Titans in the picture - the green Beast Boy has a friendly arm around her and the flamboyant Arsenal is kissing her cheek...

She stuffs the picture and degree in a bag, sensing that they are some sort of matching set, takes the medals and few other trinkets she finds and prepares to go.

gar-logan.livejournal.com

"Fauna to Tower. Pretty quiet out around Golden Gate Park. One human, one dog, and one cat taken care of."

Sitting back at the Tower on Monitor duty, Gar took the call.

"Titans Tower to Fauna. Keep this up and you'll eventually win the staff bonus."

Checking a few other monitored calls, nothing was amazingly noteworthy tonight really. Mostly a slow night of the typical pathetic petty perps and misbehaving pets.

Then all hell managed to broke loose.

"Fauna to Tower! There's…earthquake. Someone's causing an earthquake!"

A WHAT?

Oh yeah, that woke him up. Upright and fully alert, he calls back to her.

"Tower to Fauna...can you give me a description of the individual?"

Nothing...then the sound of...rushing air? And the unmistakable sound of impacting body parts, and the grunts from people on both the delivering and receiving end.

"Stop it!"

Fauna again...

"Bite me,"

Those two words, the way they sounded, it made Gar's skin crawl.

The line was silent for a second, then the crunch of a...blocked attack, one of them scoring a hit on the other with...a blade?

"You little bitch!"

That voice...there was no way that voice could be the one he remembers. That had to be a sound-alike. They're rare, but they exist.

All he hears next is the cacophony of blows, several heavy hits with both objects, blades and fists. The impact of a fallen body sounds out, one pissed off, almost growling howl, two impacts...then nothing for what seems like a long time.

And the next impact makes the speaker system whine, with several other large thuds not far behind it.

"Tower...Fauna? Fauna?!"

As much as Gar's trying to stay in his professional mindset, he can't help but imagine the worst.

And the last muffled words still carry across to the Tower.

"I oughtta kill you right now, bitch."

With the way it sounds, and with the impossibly familiar voice it's spoken with, he rushes for the lone open window on the level, diving out of it like a professional diver, changing into an Albatross, heading right for Golden Gate Park.

lexcorp-media.livejournal.com

PHILADELPHIA -- Police were summoned to the home of QuickStart Enterprises' CEO Jesse Chambers after she discovered someone had broken into her penthouse apartment Sunday evening. The apartment, located on the top floor of an exclusive Philadelphia residential highrise, was entered through the balcony door, which was destroyed in the break-in.

When questioned about the delay in releasing information on the crime, a spokesman for QuickStart indicated a desire to guard the privacy of Ms. Chambers, who was "understandably distraught" and staying with friends. An unnamed source in the police department indicated, however, that nothing of value was taken and "virtually everything destructable" had been damaged or outright destroyed, including a plasma TV worth $10,000. The source also suggested that the police may request a federal investigation because of evidence that a metahuman may have been involved in the crime.

Ms. Chambers could not be reached for comment.

starfire-kory.livejournal.com

Kory enters the infirmary quietly, on her feet for once, holding her young son. Hugo is resting in his bed, and she perches on the edge of the mattress before speaking. "Beloved? Is the pain medication helping?"

hugo-clone.livejournal.com

The man known to the world at large as "Wallace Anders" is not thinking about much of anything as he strolls down the streets.

He shifts his grocery bag in his arms, and hopes Kory will like the quail eggs while marvelling at the luck of finding a Veitnamese grocery in town.

He whistles a happy tune and reflects that he really doesn't get out of the Tower often enough...

Current Mood: cheerful

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Richard coughed and kept coughing and kept coughing. Winter in Star City wasn't a bad as Anchorage had been, but it still wasn't good. He also wasn't sick then and he was now. Fucking cunt bitch. First she cut him and then the clinic cheerfully informed him he was dying. Okay, not cheerful. there was a lot of "We're very sorry's," and shit like that, but hey, he'd been getting those his whole damned life.

Having AIDS was like that movie he saw as a kid on cable about the ladies running around in mini-skirts and everyone dying at 30. And not HIV. He was full blown. Affects some people differently, my ass. Richard heard she was doing fine somewhere. Some sugar daddy had gotten the legal goods to make her a ward and shit. She was getting the medicine to keep her ass alive. Best he could hope is that the old dude wasn't wearing a condom. Might as well share the misery on the way out...

Had to be Mia too. He had his own works and had since he was 15. He was proud of that. There were a lot of other girls, too, but she was the last one he didn't use anything with. He only set her up with the older guys with money - not the type that had this. She'd fucked up his hand, had the cops after him when that last trick went south, and set him up to die while she got lucky.

There was some hallucination the other night though. Some lady with red eyes promising to offer some payback to his bitch ex. Sure, he'd said. What the fuck else did he have to lose? He'd found the bracelet Mia had. It was some cheepie thing of her mom's which pawn shop wouldn't take and that Mia didn't want out with her while she was working. He meant to throw it out, but it just stayed at the bottom of that backpack. so now he had the toy and now he just waited for the assistant lady in green to show up and take him to his reward.

alt-minds2.livejournal.com

On her last day in San Francisco, Aurora...No, Fauna is taking some further steps. Full costume, mask included. She's escorted a delirious old man to the local hospital already. She's also helped a scared cat from a tree, and rescued a starving dog from an abandoned house.

His human just upped and moved, leaving him chained up in the back to starve! I will never understand some people.

Right now, she's about ready to head back to the Tower, having completed her "route" and finding little in the way of trouble. She takes the communicator she was given before heading out.

"Fauna to Tower. Pretty quiet out around Golden Gate Park. One human, one dog, and one cat taken care of."

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Unraveled Weaving

In Terra's head...

Weed in the Garden (Open to the JSA)

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Limbo of a Kind

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A little ritual

JSA Brownstone

Over comms to all Titans who have them on...

Time to face the music.

For Country (King not included)

Titans Tower, Kon's Room

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Burbank

The Monitor is Greener on the Tower side.

CEO's Home Robbed

In the Titans' infirmary

Just an Ordinary Day

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San Francisco patrol.

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