jla_watchtower | Entries tagged with outsiders

lord-mordru.livejournal.com

The younger Mordru returns to the Rock of Eternity - greeting his elder counterpart with a curt nod.

"Constantine will do as we require. We can use Nimue Ravensong as the substitute. Have you made the preparations?"

His older incarnation nods in confirmation, and speaks. "I foresee that we will also require an extra pawn, amongst the heroes. I have selected an agent that we can pull from the threads of time. His.. condition will necessitate placing him where he has access to someone with vast scientific acumen."

Both men moves towards the slumped, chained figure of Billy Batson - raising their hands, allowing the electrified power of Shazam to course through them, in unison.

"This will not go unnoticed, you realize."

"I would be a fool to assume otherwise."

Acting as one, the twin selves of the Chaos Sorcerer plunge their hands into the raw essence of time itself - and pull.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

...to be with the one you love." So the lyric goes.

Doesn't hurt if it's Christmas Eve either.

Last year, Jerry Lee's closed its doors on Christmas Eve at around 2 PM...there wasn't much of a dinner crowd normally.

This year, they're open for a private party. Both rooms. full band, full kitchen service, including soda jerk. Only thing closed are the bars. Guests want to tie one on, they can do it after they leave - no sense making Chimp and Corrine feel uncomfortable.

This was a time to celebrate. The entire D'aubigne family's been brought to justice. Travis is safe and healing. Everyone's back in the same dimension and timespace for the first time in months.

And Sand was bound and determined to celebrate it. With his extended family and friends.

Civvies preferred, although if people felt they needed to or had to be in costume, keep it low key - Sand told the establishment that a couple of metas were in his circle of friends. The owner had this odd smirk about him when he said that, but he didn't press.

He was the first person there, going over the menu and the music selection. The 40's swing was as good as ever - the 50's room, by request, had a killer rock/blues band that also did some 60's.

Now all he needed were some guests...

Current Location: Jerry Lees, Metropolis, DE
Current Music: (Night Time Is) The Right Time by the Animals

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Guantánamo is the easternmost province of Cuba. Its capital is also called Guantánamo. Other towns include Baracoa. The province surrounds the important U.S. Navy base at Guantánamo Bay.

Since the 1970's, the base was used to house Cuban and Haitan refugees. Since 2002, it's been the primary detention camp used on the War on Terror, and a lightning rod for controversy.

Lightning prepares to strike as 7 people...and one chimp...prepare to reach ground.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

Sand realizes it may not be instantaneous, but someone had to know what they were about to do.

Minutes before leaving with his team, Sand transmits the follow.

"This is Sand Hawkins of the Outsiders transmitting via Oracle to the JLA, JSA and Titans. I'm sure all of you are aware of the situation in Cuba. Kobra has made a critical area in that our current base, situated in international waters, is inside his energy bubble. This gives us a unique opportunity...possibly the only opportunity...to safely deal with the situation.

"We are going to attempt to assess the sitiation internally and, if safe, attempt to drop both fields from within, starting with the smaller one around Guantanamo Bay. We will be going in under mysical cloak, and we hope to be able to report to you with more information shortly. Until then, we will maintain radio silence.

Hawkins out."

He then headed toward the craft...a small prayer on his lips.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

...the waiting is the hardest part.

A million thoughts are going through Sand's mind. Are they OK? Is SHE OK? Will they find her?

He checks his watch. Yep, they've been gone 10 seconds.

"Anyone know any good parlor games? I don't think everyone here's into Civ4."

blind-will.livejournal.com

The time in space, with Bea was... well, a lot of fun. Simple, no strings attached, fun. He couldn't stay out that long though, a couple days gone, and his conscience was gnawing at him.

Travis spent his entire life as the helpless kid, hearing the terrible world around him, and mostly not even having images to put to it. Screams and sirens and sounds of flesh on flesh and breaking bones and knife on flesh and selling drugs and selling bodies, selling souls and selling hopes was somehow always worse when the pictures had to be filled in with imagination. And there was nothing he could do about it - plugging his ears just made it worse, because then he had no outlet on the world except the smell of garbage and worse.

And now he can do something about it. Ever since day one with the ring - any time he's had free and awake has been spent trying to make some dent in the ghosts of his childhood.

He knows he's done some good. Helped some people... but the ghosts never go away. There's always more to do, no matter how much power he has, no matter how much he wills it to get better.

Between patrols, he stops where he has almost every night - easy to be wherever when lightspeed is just a thought away. He can't hear their voices, but he knows that in the stacked jumble of rat infested one room apartments, there's a prostitute sleeping off her latest heroin rush... his little sister. A few blocks away, he's pretty sure his second brother is either pushing some powder or other to make money for his own fix... and the oldest might be getting his drunk on... or might have passed out... which would be for the best for his wife and four year old - last time Travis scanned them, they showed the signs he knows well. Deep bone bruises under a layer of makeup and carefully layered clothes... signs the kid has had a few 'accidents' already. He's gone down the list, scanned from afar, but just can't bring himself to be the one to turn those particular haunts in. Much as he takes the Lantern's oath deadly serious, he can't shine light on these particular demons and their drugs and alcohol and abuse.

He waits a little longer, trying to either find the push to finally do something here... or at least to go apologize, but to who?
Chimp? He almost got them all killed. He can't be sorry there.
Tara? Yeah, she deserves it. Best thing that ever happened to him, and he blew it, because he can't bring himself to live with a junkie... nor be the one to tear another family apart. He's pretty sure he'd just hurt her more if he tried.
Sand? Yeah... definitely. Him he owes at least that... and he fully intends to get there, but with Corrine missing (whom he still regularly scans what he can of the ley lines for), he figures Sand doesn't need more trouble.

So in the end, he does the same thing he's done every time things have gotten too complex - he does the easy thing - goes and finds a mugging, or a break-in, or any of the hundreds of other crimes he used to hear, the ones he knows all too well, and puts a stop to it. That, unlike so many other things, is easy, the right thing to do, and maybe, just maybe, it will shut the ghosts up for a little bit.

Current Mood: determined

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

The meeting room had a side table with a buffet lunch and hotbar. Given what was about to go down, Sand felt the least he could do was make sure it didn't go down on an empty stomach.

The past two days had, to be blunt, sucked like a Kirby Generation I. The worst part was accompanying Tara to inform the Strong family that Crystal Strong was altered into a powerful, insane metahuman, while at the same time aged to adulthood.

That didn't go well.

The Dectective Chimp situation, as he understood it, was a bright spot in the darkness, and he hoped things could get settled quickly in that regard.

Mostly, however, although there was business to conduct - the team needed this time together, hopefully to remind everyone that we were, in fact, still a team.

Sand nibbled on a chicken wing while going over his notes.

damage-girl.livejournal.com

The runes are laid out. Everyone is assembled. It's nearing time.

Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.

In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.

Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."

caleb-z.livejournal.com

A heavy, hazing feeling is the first thing Caleb registers when he wakes up. It doesn’t take long for him to remember how he came to be on the floor, though mustering the coherence to get back up doesn’t come quite as quickly.

The first thing his mind actively registers is that his magical sense is rather useless just now. The level of ambient magic is heavy and constant; enough to overshadow all other signatures in the area. The effect is perfect in it’s simplicity: He can’t be certain exactly what he would be drawing in, so he can’t siphon without the risk of harming his teammates.

Well, she doesn’t want us dead, or we wouldn’t still be here. She just wanted us out of the way… but why? … Even money says it’s Corrine. Dear God, I hope I’m not too late!

The sound of the amulet hitting the floor is what first draws his attention to its presence, the feeling of it in his hand having somehow failed to register.

The Al Koyet’s amulet. It was obviously left in his hand on purpose, but why? His senses are akin to useless at the moment, so he doesn’t know why Bird left it with him.
Is he meant to release something inside, or safeguard its prison? And even if he knew what her intentions were, should he abide by them?

If it were dangerous, she wouldn’t have effectively disabled my powers before giving it to me. But I can’t be certain she’s the one who gave it to me… He slides it into his pocket, picks up his gun, and heads into the halls.

First priority is to rally.

amelia-z.livejournal.com

Amelia Zukov used to believe in God.

Well, to be fair, she used to believe in a lot of things that she doesn't anymore, but God's approval rating reached the negatives a while ago. After that stupid meeting, it dive-bombed. If God was ever gonna show his face around this damned place (pun intended), then now would've been it. It didn't have to even be God Himself-- just, y'know, a sign. Maybe a talking sock, or strange, cryptic and life-affirming messages coming from the toaster. Something. Anything!

Nope. Nada. Damnit. She chuckles at that and swivels in her lab chair over to laptop C2. Her hands hover over the keyboard and don't do anything for a moment.

They called her a child prodigy. She skipped two grades and it was only two because they said anything more would stunt her "social development". Uh-huh. Right. She knows she would've made Prom Queen and Valedictorian. She would've graduated, gotten emancipated, gotten the hell away from her parents and probably gone to the same college as Caleb. They'd finish out school for whatever while life happened as it always does, and one day they'd oversee some sort of corporation or something together. Screwing their parents as royally as possible was probably somewhere in that plan. Most of all, though, together they'd establish the stability they never had. The world would be on their terms and no one would be able to kick either of them ever again.

There were apparently different plans in the books, though. Maybe there was a day way back when that Amelia Zukov would've heard the words "celestial prophecy" and been more than happy to step aside to let what must be, be. It could be said that the Amelia of that time vanished completely the day she woke up in Metropolis, starring at her brother and an as-yet-unknown Tara Strong. That wouldn't be true, though. That Amelia vanished when she realized what Caleb had made of his life in her absence.

Amelia sighs. Her hands move swift and determined across the keyboard. She's been making the attempt to be completely distracted by work, for hours. Much like this stupid integration software that keeps erroring on startup, there's a whole lot of failure, and success that's random and brief.

kingofbrain.livejournal.com

Brainwave had the monitor shift preceding the team meeting - Chimp had actually left the complex (sucker's odds that it involved a fifth of something). Tefe was off being one with nature or something to that effect, although they had talked about dinner after the meeting.

Everyone else...well, it's been an interesting few days. Since she moved in.

Hopefully, that was going to be discussed. Because he's not so sure how good of an idea that is.

Twins were still unreachable - said they needed some time on their own to continue to sort out our world. He understood, but if they were going to be a part of everything, now or never, babe.

As he ruminated, the main console pinged.

Apparently there was a prerecorded transition, priority omega.

That means read me now.

Just press play, I guess...

Current Location: Outsiders HQ

green-shield.livejournal.com

It was either this or head to the cars in the garage, and kitchen grease is easier to wash off in case there's a downgrade in Amelia's condition.

Screw all of this! I'm going home!

Which home though? Here? Star City? Cape May? Portsmouth? Hell, the JSA's place in the city was starting to feel comfy there for a bit.

She's run out of chocolate chips and all the eggs she just bought. Half this place is coated in flour. It's like Thanksgiving in here. Only no joke, no supervillains you can punch. No Christie.

She shouldn't think, "damn kid." Her man is a street kid. So is her best friend. But Christie isn't being molested or underfed. She's just gone and it looks like a runaway situation. Maybe to that boyfriend somewhere.

But what if it's not? What if it's because she works where she works and someone figured it out. Blaine did.

She takes out the chickens and puts in the cookies. No mitts. She doesn't need them anymore. She's changed. She can and has to do other things.

Like maybe watch Amelia or Christie die while she can do jack about it.

She'll try not to break the spoon that's stirring the minestrone.

She really doesn't have time to clean. The others have all gone off to get their gear while she monitors the place and Amelia. They will find a feast of almost holiday proportions and the mess left behind. The cook has already gone to serve her charge what medical science says she likely should have in exactly proportions.

Current Location: Outsiders kitchen

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

When the idea came up for a couple's night out, Sand knew exactly where to take them, especially when Tara said she's ready to eat at "any old diner".

Jerry Lee's, the place in Metropolis that Sand and Corrine discovered, sounded absolutely perfect.

It was as Sand remembered it - only far more festive. It's Christmastime, you know.

The restaurant area had a new focal point - a 10 foot tree decked out EXACTLY as it would have been in the 50's, with old-school big fat lights and everything. To the left, the canteen/dance hall area had several dancers decked out in their holiday finest, with a lead singer doing a dead ringer impersonation of Ella Fitzgerald singing "Sleigh Ride".

He and Corrine had a great time here the last time they visited - he had hoped Travis and Tara would as well.

Current Location: Jerry Lee's, in Metropolis
Current Music: "Sleigh Ride" by Ella Fitzgerald

tefe-holland.livejournal.com

They had taken up residence in the infirmary to start patching up the wounded and see how many people were missing. Tefe knew that some of the prisoners had escaped into the swamp but they could wait for now. Most of them had no idea what they were in for by escaping into the Louisiana swampland. They'd be happy to be recaptured most likely.

She had caused no few blushes and stares by showing up the way she had. It wasn't her fault she could heal her skin but not her clothes after her encounter with the napalm. Now she was dressed in a long shirt with her bare legs and feet showing from beneath it.

Caleb needed to be sat on and healed but he had to sit still for two seconds first, that would be the hard part. Other than than Tefe wasn't sure who else was around and what they still had to do.

"Hold still." The guard flinched when she touched him where he had a large gash on his face until he realized where she touched there was no more pain. "There, not even a scar. You can go now." Flesh wounds were easy, that's why she always healed them first. Bones were much harder.

Hopefully the others were on their way, Tefe wasn't exactly a take charge of a bad situation kind of gal. At least not in a situation like this, when it came down to fighting she usually took care of herself and then left. Others took care of the aftermath and these people were looking at her like she knew what to do.

And really she didn't.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

It was amusing to watch Corrine attempt to peek outside her blindfold. He got the sense she was the type who'd shake Christmas packages in her youth.

"No peeking." He said. "We're going to be there in a minute or two anyways."

He had managed to talk Michael into letting him borrow one of the smaller stealth aircraft, and Sand was flying it virtually at the moment, meaning that Corrine wouldn't be able to see out a window anyways. But she might get a clue where she was from the panels, and THAT he couldn't have.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

It was roughly two in the afternoon, and already Sand had had a very, very long day.

( Sand's very long day... )

caleb-z.livejournal.com

As the gathering breaks up, Caleb numbers among those heading towards the door. Unlike the rest, though, he lingers, and stares at the door for a moment. He lets out a sigh as he brushes his hair out of his face with a hand.

Hesitantly he moves away from the door, and drags his tired, sore frame towards the cold comfort of the guest rooms.

Current Mood: tired

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Time in Stitches

(Night Time Is) The Right Time...

Meanwhile, at Guantanamo...

Transmission to Oracle

Tom Petty sang it best...

Worlds Apart

Aftermath

The tangled web unweaves.

Outsiders HQ

Insider Outsider.

Missing the days of anthropomorphic dogs and talking dummies...

Thanksgiving?

While the merry bells keep ringing, may your every wish come true...

Patching things up

Some quality time...

The next day.

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