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[Booperboy]

DC Universe: Survive

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In the year 2133, the city of Verona mysteriously disappeared. Panicked, the Italian government called upon the Justice League to investigate the situation. When the members of the League arrived to the scene, they assessed the situation and concluded that the disappearance of the famed city was due to unearthly causes. For the next four years, more cities would disappear. From Bergen, located in Norway, to Oxford, England. The biggest city to disappear, however, is Osaka, which was in Japan. Not only have these cities and their populations gone missing, but minor heroes have completely vanished as well. The biggest hero disappearance—to date—is of Hawk and Dove. Now in 2138 though, the world has changed drastically. An unidentified craft, the size of New York, has been detected in the Alpha Centauri system, and the militaries of the world—along with the super-teams of the world—have united together to prepare for what has yet to occur.
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• This RP is centered around the descendants of DC characters, or completely Original Characters
• Obviously, the RP takes place in the future (2138 to be exact)
• This RP will always remain open to new-comers
• Interested? Then make a CS!
• The RP will begin with our characters doing their regular routine, but will soon change when the extraterrestrial craft comes closer
• I don't care for relationships, just keep it clean!!

 

[Booperboy]

One Month Later

The world had been shaken by the announcement of such a massive object in space. The news stations hailed the "Pillager" as a catalyst of what could be the end of life. Ever since the object was found and identified, the superhuman community boomed with activity, especially inside the Justice League. Inspired individuals who barely knew how to control their powers run rampant through the streets with their new abilities to fight along the previously established heroes to battle enemies who took advantage of the situation. Critics are divided on whether this is a good or bad situation. On one hand there would be a serge of activity from street level onward that would surely have some fallout on the common public. Some think this is a critical moment of a previously stale industry that could have great connotations for crime fighting and as well as public morale.

The government was quick to respond, invigorating a new worldwide alliance: "The Allied Defenders"; tasked in monitoring the movements and actions of the alien ship. Heroes of previous generations had taken up the roles of leading the new recruits, and recruits have risen to the position of 'Hero'. However there is still much work left to be done.




Washington, D.C.
A calm breeze rolled over Washignton Monument as many occupants of the capital of the U.S. went about their daily business. Numerous absent minded individuals migrating from one destination from another passed by each other seamlessly like air through leaves. The very fibers of the capital rattled in harmony, a rumbling heartbeat of the artery like street city streets succumbing to the footsteps of the vessels that keep it going. Amongst these individuals was a middle-aged man, carrying a brief case and walking vigorously towards the White House.

It had been an interesting month since he received the position of Defense Secretary, representing the United States for the newly-found world alliance. Sean Harries was a middle-aged man with auburn hair, and dark circles enveloped his eyes. His hair was sloppy and it looked as if he was sweating from every orifice on his body. For the next hour or so, his pace remained the same, despite stumbling here and there.

The doors to the Oval Office burst open as Sean hurried in and found the President at his desk. Sean's anxiety filled the air, and immediately, the President knew what the issue at-hand was.

"Mr.President, we've made contact."
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[GearBlade654]

Proto-trooper 1
The hulking robot was marching in the Oval Office, trailing the Defense Secretary.
All this time, the giant robot had been following the Secretary on bodyguard duty.
As the Secretary announced that contact had been made, the robot took a step backward, and held its laser cannon in a ready pose, all while clearly listening to what the Secretary had to say.
(If you don't mind Booperboy )

 

[raven flame]

Raven walked around looking for a criminal she had been searching for as the man had taken not only her favorite knife but also a prototype scythe she had been working on "where is this ass hat" she mumbled as headed near the oval office as she heard something near there only to scream in pain as something electrocuted her "rgh damn it th-that hurt" she muttered as she got to her feet to see the man that had taken her weapons "jerk face give me my weapons before you get hurt" she growled as the man laughed and slashed at her again sending waves of electricity and fire causing her to scream again and the white substance shot out of her back and wrapped around her covering her head to toe as it tried to protect her by forming a cocoon and sticking to the walls and floor of the alleyway.

GearBlade654

 

[duegxybus]

"It's Serena with an S."
MTS Coffee Hut, Metropolis​

"Thank you for coming to Coffee Hut. Have a nice day." Serena waved to the last customer in line who had been waiting on their Cappuccino. As usual, Serena put extra effort into writing their name correctly. She let out a sigh, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the counter and looking out the window. Coffee Hut was on the ground floor. The windows were small. The managers went for a cozy appearance, rather than looking big like the building across from them.

"Standing there with your ass sticking out again now, are we, Serena?" A coworker leaned against the counter, looking at her with a grin. "Name's Jones. Never got to really talk to you until today. You're always around the other coworkers."

"Yeah, well, nice to meet you Jones." Serena didn't give much more than a glance towards her coworker, knowing very well that she'd rather observe the building across from them. Of course, Jones noticed as well. "Hey, what are you looking at the Daily Planet for? That's for reporters, and they'd never take you in for that. You're a college student first of all." Jones chuckled and crossed his arms. "Yeah, speakin' of that I think you're a little short on money. I'll make you a coffee, writing your name and everything. Go wait in line." With a bit of an obnoxious grin, Jones pointed to the line.

Serena pushed herself off the counter and went to wait in line. "Alright. I'd like to order one cup of whipped cream. Nothing else, just cream." She reached into her pocket and produced her credit card, frowning.

Jones didn't take kindly to the joke. "One large coffee. Got it." He took her credit card and gave it back without charging it. As he went off to make the coffee, Serena turned back towards the Daily Planet and smiled.

Being a reporter sounded like an amazing job. She could go around, take pictures of people and things, and make headlines. She could spread the truth. Spread what people wanted to hear. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that. Her mom wouldn't like that, and her dad would probably beat the crap out of her. Twice. Being rivals was always the worst. Why can't they just get along? Serena closed her eyes and blew softly on the back of her hand.

"I got an order for Serena?" Jones' annoying voice pierced the momentary silence. "Hey, what are you doing? Your hand's hot or something?"
Serena turned and went to get the coffee. "No, no, I blow on the back of my hand when I'm annoyed at people." She picked up the coffee, nearly crushing the cup, when she noticed the name written on there. Cerena.

"I should've mentioned, my name's Serena, with an S." Serena gave a casual grimace. "Later, Jones."
"No, no, don't walk out on me. I'll correct it." Jones reached out, only for Serena to swat his hand away and walk out the front door, coffee in hand.

She took a seat outside, all alone at a table, and took a sip of the coffee. The bitter liquid tasted about as bitter as she was at the moment. She couldn't put on the mask and go for a run on the rooftops.

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[SheepKing]

Isabella Brutin
Gotham
Open for interactions with characters currently in Gotham

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The smell of flowers in full bloom comsumed Izzy's nostrils as she carefully took a sheet of plastic and wrapped it around a bundle of buttercups. Business was at its slowest with barely one or two people coming during the period. The only customers she had currently were an old couple looking over at the shelf stocked to the brim with yellow roses. She accidentally over ordered them and now they were practically engulfing the place with their bright petals. Luckily they were quite popular so the bouquets of them were slowly disappearing. Putting on her best smile that only made Izzy look somewhat less stressed, the woman put down the now wrapped buttercups and walked toward her customers.

"How can I help you two today?"

The fragile old man practically jumped out of his boots as he gripped onto his wife's thin arm. Surprisingly she didn't have the slightest hint of shock but instead swatted her lovers arm. Immediately regretting the friendly greeting Izzy quickly followed up with, "I'm so sorry for startling you!".Thankfully the man relaxed and smiled back at Izzy's worried expression. Izzy's worries calmed and finally got to ask what exactly the two were looking for she carefully listened to their wishes.

Apparently the couple were looking for something to gift to their daughter and son in law who just got married. The two refused to go to any old department store and decided to visit all of the shops nearby to see if anything caught their eye. Once their eyes were laid upon Izzy's cramped shop the two couldn't help but taking a peek at what was inside.

Quickly the florist debated on what to recommend to the two before finally settling on a pot of Hyacinths near the front corner of the shop. With a small grunt Izzy picked up the plant and set it on a counter to let the two examine it. "In the language of flowers hyacinths represent constancy of love!"

After a moment or two the old woman turned to her husband and nodded. They had decided to buy it. Quickly Izzy hurried to the register and sold the pit to them. With one last wave the two left the small shop into the big outside world.

Business wouldn't boom until tomorrow but it was still a couple of hours until it was time to close which left her time to relax. Grabbing a novel nearby, Izzy plopped down onto a creaky old stool before finally cracking it open. However even as Izzy tried to force herself to read her mind couldn't help but wander to her nightly outings as a vigilante. The rush of defying gravity and the excitement of taking people down is the highlight of her life, however Izzy couldn't deny the tons of stress her "hobby" placed onto her shoulders. Not to mention the large quantity of bruises that were dotted on her body due to her either getting punched or accidentally falling off a wall when she over exerts herself. Nevertheless there wasn't much the woman could do about it. With a heavy sigh, Izzy finally got herself to focus on the book.
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[GearBlade654]

Proto-trooper 1
(I am beyond sorry for taking so long)
Hearing the disturbance outside, the robot tapped the secretary on the shoulder, before indicating the disturbance outside.
Within minutes, the criminal had a small flurry of las bolts graze his hair, and a giang robot aiming a laser cannon at him.

 

[raven flame]

Raven lay in the cocoon unconscious as the white substance shot out spikes at the robot hearing bolts trying to Peirce the robots armour and down the criminal and take back what was it's controllers as it did what it could to keep the badly injured girl safe from further harm.

GearBlade654

 

[GearBlade654]

Proto trooper 1
The robot kept firing, just barely grazing the criminal, before finally speaking.
"This is your last warning before I am forced to resort to lethal force."

 

[raven flame]

The criminal just laughed as he sent several waves of electricity and fire at the robot "like I'll give up this awesome weapon I stole from the freak in the cocoon over there you tin can" he said trying to get close for a hard blow on its armour

 

[GearBlade654]

Proto trooper 1
"You have run out of chances. Lethal force subroutine initiated."
Prototrooper marched near the criminal, taking the blow with next to no problem. The giant machine revved up one of its giant fists and took a great swing towards the criminal.

 

[raven flame]

Oh shi-" he tried to say before he was slammed into the wall with a groan as he fell unconscious as the cocoon the girl was in shifted as the spikes receded and became ribbon like in appearance before disappearing onto the girls back leaving the injured girl laying on the ground her side bleeding from the scythe.

GearBlade654

 

[GearBlade654]

Prototrooper 1
The robot took a moment and called the police with an internal phone.
Then it ran off, headed back to stand guard in the Oval Office.

 

[GearBlade654]

Prototrooper 1
The robot doubled back, upon recalling the civilian was bleeding.
One problem. Proto had no medical equipment to speak of.
So it attempted to cauterize the would with a very light laser-it would have to do.

 

[raven flame]

Raven opened her eyes weakly as she saw the robot and move away from it eyes wide and delirious due to a concussion as she made an odd sound

 

[GearBlade654]

Prototrooper 1
The robot stood still, watching the civilian move away.
It walked over, and looked at the weapons the scum had dropped.
A scythe and a knife. Not helpful.
The robot attempted to contemplate what to do.

 

[raven flame]

Raven reached for the scythe as it shrank into a combat knife much like the one next to it as the blade became white hot from the flames it produced "u-use it o-on m-" she said talking more to herself then the robot as she moaned in pain gritting her teeth from moving her self causing her to drop the blade

 

[GearBlade654]

Proto trooper 01
The machine used the apparently magical knife to attempt to cauterize the wounds.
"I am attempting to stop the bleeding."

 

[raven flame]

She looked at him with glazed eyes only to cry in pain as the blade touched her wound causing it to burn and stop the bleeding

 

[GearBlade654]

Proto trooper 1
"Bleeding has stopped. 911 is on the way."
The robot took a couple steps backward, and put down the weapons.
Carefully. It didn't want something to happen because they landed too hard or something.

 

[raven flame]

Raven managed to sit up "ugh w-why are you acting weird Alex" she mumbled as sirens soon rang through the alleyway as police officers rushed over to the man and cuffed him as several others went over to proto and Raven who tried to get away in fear thinking there several other people "Alex how did they find us h-how did they find us" she said scared as the ribbons appeared from her back turning into sharp points ready to strike at a moment's notice
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[Sopranos]

Nightwing
Place: Bludhaven - City Dock
Time: Night
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"There are 10 hostiles detected, fully equipped with pistols, riffles and bulletproof vest. I suggest operating stealth tactic ST.05 for best result." - New Oracle Operating System of the Nightwing suit spoke through Nightwing himself through the suit communicating device as she finished analyzing the situation. It was at the dock near the Central City , where a drug trade was taking place between the Vinci mobs from Gotham and a local gang here in Bludhaven.

Based on Nightwing's source, the crime boss from Gotham has been trying to spread his power far more to the west but met heavy resistance so far from the Blockbuster gang (or what left of it ever since the long powerful Blockbuster passed away). From the movement, seem like Vinci is trying to evade full war with the Blockbuster gang and starting to make friends the other smaller gangs, the same time isolate the Blockbuster's, waiting for a chance to go squeeze hit rival without having to use much of his own men. It's only assumption, but letting Vinci being able to reach his hand to Bludhaven would be a disaster, especially when the mafia boss is already having as much force as Black Mask did when he was at his prime. Today main objective would be to disrupt this potential collaboration, making one side thinking the other sell them out, but a little luck he might see one of the captain of Vinci's mob arrested. The work here this day of the Nightwing would not only just keep a new powerful enemy of the city at bay but also lift off some weight from Gotham's side as well.

Everything is already in motion, both parties have arrived at the dock, each with a suitcase ready to deliver it to the others. They don't use the any light from the dock but only from their own cars. They're talking, but the moment isn't right...

*GLASS BREAK*

Darkness consumes the area as the light from those cars are disable and from there, the Nightwing rushes to the side as a hunter rushes for his prey. First are the two men with heavy arms, the former Boy Wonder quietly raised his foot highly to strikes it down his target from the throat before he quickly points his grapple gun and shoots at the other's weapon and pulls it off his hand. After taking down another one more with a roundhouse kick, the vigilante turns to his favorite thing for the night, his trusty pair of Escrima sticks. But as the same time more than one of the henchmen's able to put on a flash light, Nightwing's quick enough to whack the stick from his left hand to one's skull but before anything could happen their shooting force him to take cover.

"- Activate Cloak!"

"Power is very low and needed to be recharged. Cloak System wouldn't able to be maintained longer than... 10 minutes." - New Oracle answers through the suit.

- That's all I need."

By saying so he confirmed the activation of Cloak mode from the suit and it immediately turns his body invisible. Nightwing finds his way back, away from the heavy fire as they cant see him through their eyes anymore, he turns the taser from the Escrima sticks and brings 2 more down. The wristbow's also loaded and he quickly shoot to take down 2 last men that was armed with heavy firearm.

The sound of car engines come up from both side, the element of surprise seem to wear off a little bit and they're making their escape. The vigilante ignored one to make their exit, he has to, and approaches the other car as the driver wasn't fast enough to start the engine. Nightwing was already on the car's hood, joined the two sticks from his both hand into a long staff, Nightwing strikes it down powerfully toward the front glass and break it completely. The fight is over as there is no one left here has the ability resist.

The driver's frightened as the glass shattered by the vigilante before his face, his body is shaking from the fear. This kid's still too young, must've been 16 or 17, new recruit to the job probably. This one is harmless.

"- Please don't hurt me..." - The surrendered henchman begs from fear as Nightwing keep his staff his throat.

"- I'm not gonna knock you out. But letting me see your face on the street again and you're officially considered a criminal in my eye. Now get the hell of my face."

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"I receive a call from Master Richard Grayson." - Oracle

"- Patch me through" - Nightwing

As Oracle did, the Nighting hear the voice of his predecessor, Dick Grayson.

"- Mission report, kid"

"- It's exactly what we've predicted, Vinci sent men here to do business with a local gang here. But I was able to intercept the deal. For now I don't know exactly who they are or why the Vinci mob is interested with them. But I planted a bug on their car and sent one home, we should know who the new face is soon enough. Oh, I also let one of Vinci's henchman got away with both packages.

"- Good job TK, the Vinci family would think twice before coming here again, and losing both the money and the good would make the local gang here think they're set up, losing trust with Gotham. You did good kid, have an early night.

"- I'll take another last patrol around the city on the way home."

"- All right kid. But another thing TK, I got a call, from our friend in Gotham. What did you say to him before making him having to reach for me ?

"- He wanted me to infiltrate and find out what happen in D.C and how deep are they fiddling with the alien ship. I refuse, Bludhaven has it own problem and if I leave this city for a second I would come back to a burning one."

"- True, but you also just turned down a Wayne. I'm telling you he's not gonna let it slide."

"- My hands are tied here, Dick. I just cant leave the city for now, especially when Gotham's criminal is looking over here."

"- It's ok, I'm on your side on this. Let me just talk to him. And the Vinci situation, we might have to work with Gotham on this one, you cant take him on by youself."

"- Wayne ?"

"- No no, he has bigger problem I'm sure. But I got a candidate on my mind, I'll contact her when the time is right."

"- Her ?"

"- Somebody who know somebody I know there. Don't worry too much kid, take care of yourself, I'm logging off."

The call ends, leaving the young Nightwing on his patrol to the city for the last time of the night. He senses something big is coming up, not just from the street, not just from the mobster... Bludhaven, Gotham or even the world will be in danger.


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[Booperboy]

Washington, D.C.

"Mr.President," ,Sean's voice—his entire body for that matter—was still quaking with panic, "the ship . . . it's sent a message, sir."

By the end of his sentence, his so-called bodyguard had left his side and wandered off. It was quite embarrassing too. Sean had convinced the President to sign off on the Proto-series droids, and this wasn't the best presentation. In times like now, safety was the most important question that was being asked, globally.

"Sir, I recommend a conference meeting in the 'Red Room'." ,Sean offered. The President responded with a small nod, and the Secret Service guard to his left spoke delicately in to his sleeve—which had a communications device. In a mere ten seconds, six other guards entered the Oval Office and began to formulate a circle around the President and Sean.

"Let's go." ,the front guard commanded. Everyone followed the instructions and walked rhythmically to the opposite end of the White House. The leading guard opened the door, and the other guards in-front of the two V.I.P.s cleared out of their way as they entered the room. The room itself was old, dull, and bland; crimson red paneling, a small desk with all its necessities, two chairs in front of the desk, and a painting or two dangling from the walls. This room had been installed in the year 2077, after the Meta-Crisis. The President strode over to the painting on the left wall and ran his fingers along the bottom of it. All the while Sean was dabbing at the sweat originating from his forehead. When the President's fingertips came into contact with an indent in the frame of the painting, a click sound could be heard. From there, sheets of metal plunged down from the walls, sealing the room in a box of metal.

The president's voice echoed throughout the room, "It's me. Code 10017804, Blue, Delta, Minor."

Lights flickered on and the floor beneath their feet began to lower. The President gave Sean a concerning look, seeing as how Sean was pale—which contrasted his usual sun-kissed skin.

"How bad is it?" ,the President asked.

Sean gave one last look upwards until he answered with one word: "Alarming.", and the two continued to descend further down.

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[GearBlade654]

Proto trooper 1
The machine turned to the police.
"Is a medical transport en route?"
A police officer nodded. "Yup."
The robot nodded. "Understood. The criminal I have subdued is still unconcious and is an easy arrest."
"I cannot perform any more duties relevant at hand. As such, I shall resume normal duties."
Shooting one last look at the stunned teen, the robot left.
It found itself stuck outside the elevator, so it reached out to the Secretary via comms.
"My apologies, Secretary. I was alerted to an orange (medium/serious) crime outside and took action to resolve the crime. 911 is on site and the criminal has successfully been subdued."
Upon those words, the robot found the elevatoe back up. And so the robot began its lone ride down...

 

[SheepKing]

Isabella Brutin
Gotham
Open to interact with anyone currently in Gotham

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As the loud ticking of a clock echoed across the store Izzy closed her book with a satisfactory slam. Since there was nothing else to do it wouldn't hurt anyone to start her patrol a bit early.

Getting up for her spot Izzy stretched her arms, turned the front sign to close, and entered the depths that was the back room. All of her gardening supplies was stashed in there but something else more important was hidden in it depths. Going up to one of the many cabinets Izzy pulled out a small key and shoved it into the lock. With a quick turn she pulled it out and reached a hand in before pulling something out. It was her suit.

With a pristine white exterior it was the most expensive thing she had. The cost of maintaining its structure and adding the bare minimal defense to it could make someone's wallet cry, but Izzy treasured it like nothing else. Closing the door behind her, Izzy put it on. Once in the spacesuit Izzy, or now Moonwalk, left the tiny shop through the back door and began her patrol. With a deep yet freeing sigh, Izzy turned to a wall and rushed toward it with the force of a bulldozer.

Within the blink of an eye Izzy was gliding up vertically. Moonwalk felt weightless as she soared upward with the grace of a bird. Quickly the end of the wall got into view and before Moonwalk knew it she was already on the roof, but her run didn't stop there. With a inhale and exhale, she raced to the edge and jumped onto the neighbor building. It then became a pattern for Izzy. Run, jump, run, jump. Ahead all she could see was the blur of city lights and the dark sky. While Gotham was in general a vile city, it had its small moments of beauty that made it worth living there.

As Moonwalk's stamina ran out she finally stopped her run to examine what was down below. Moonwalk happened to live in the slightly nicer side of Gotham so there were the occasional moments in which there wasn't any crime. While it would most likely be temporary, Moonwalk was still thankful for those periods in which she could just sit and watch the constantly buzzing city. However, even under the illusion of innocence, there was always something happening. Knowing it was time to search for crime, Izzy continued her patrol across the rooftops.
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