Titans Tower

[Sir Les Paul]

Titans Tower is the third iteration of Titans Tower just off south on the San Francisco Bay. It has held many fights and battles in the past between the original members of the Titans and their enemies as well as its latest members and their foes. It is 'T' shaped in form and has multiple reinforced glass windows in front of its panes. Many of these are purely aesthetic or function as multi-layer solar panels.

Chief Administrator: Tim Drake
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Index
1. Layout

Layout

First and Second Floor
Lower basement levels. These floors contain outdated information in Titans Tower and were once used as the general database and information storage for the Titans. Presently, most sensitive information is sealed away tightly in the first floor while the second floor contains all core computer systems used to run the Titans Tower as well as basal communications array.

Third Floor
The highest basement level is primarily used as a garage that houses various vehicles used by the Titans and is actually the primary entrance point. Using one of four secured 'elevators' to get in as well as a security features that prevent unwanted entry or exit. These elevators also act as lifts to the shop originally used by Cyborg as he continued his passion of upgrading vehicles or restoring vintage automobiles during his time in the Tower.

Ground Floor
The ground floor level is a memorial passageway and hall, known as Memorial Hall. The title of this particular floor can be seen near the entrance way to the elevator at the end of this hall as well as to the stairs.

The Memorial Hall contains various effigies or statues of Titans that have fallen in the past, and is used to commemorate their fallen allies memories. These statues align Memorial Hall's corridor walls and either side of the passageway and hold the name and title of each fallen Titan as well as the year of birth to the year of their untimely demise. While Ground Floor is the easiest to reach, it is actually not used as an entryway. It does, however, list the original members on an outside plaque for all to read:

• Dick Grayson (Robin)
• Victor Stone (Cyborg)
• Raven Roth
• Garfield Logan (Beast Boy)
• Koriand'r (Starfire)

Other heroes listed include but are not limited to: Aquagirl, Dove, Golden Eagle, Hawk, Jericho, Kole, Omen, Troia, Baby Wildebeest, Bushido, Pantha, Superboy, and various others. The most remarkable statue is placed beside the original five in direct opposition to Beast Boy and is that of Terra, the first individual ever given a tribute.

Fourth and Fifth Floors
The second story and first above-ground floor is the gym and training center where Titans honored their training/gymnastics. These two floors are merged and take advantage of some parts of the Ground Floor that remain unused for further structural integrity. Level Five also can be used as the basic Master control to alter the layout of Level Four in order to increase training difficulty. Higher floors in the tower can slightly alter small sections of the Titans outdoor layout to form a large, enclosed training field outside of the tower, greatly expanding its theoretical size.

The weights used for Level Four range from what a average person can lift going up to about the smallest weight being 10kg (estimate 25 lbs) to about 3 or 4 tons. The equipment vary accordingly, ranging from muscle mass growth, to increasing one's limber ability.

Sixth Floor
The Sixth Floor was previously the master control room, but was altered to the Fifth Floor to provide added security for the outside field. Presently, the entire floor is secured without known cause.

Seventh, Eighth and Ninth Floors
The Laboratory levels. Each floor holds different levels of scientific equipment that can be used in facilitating investigation, tracking, as well as researching artifacts, people or individuals of interest. The Seventh floor contains meager amounts of information on the past members of the Teen Titans as well as its current ones. These floors contain various sets of technology ranging from what was once cutting edge to mystical rituals, books and circles once studied by Raven Roth.

Tenth and Eleventh Floors
The Storage Levels. Levels that were generally used to contain items of importance or interest after fights had been won or lost. It is currently empty.

Twelfth Floor
The female living quarters. Housing up to sixteen residents all in suite-style rooms, these quarters include closets, restroom facilities and laundry facilities.

Thirteenth Floor
The male living quarters. Housing up to sixteen residents all in suit-style rooms, these quarters include closets, restroom facilities and laundry facilities.

Fourteenth Floor
Known as the 'Grand Hall', this floor also contains most of the facilities associated with the T-shape. While the 'T' portions of the Titans Tower run from the twelfth floor to the fifteenth structurally, most of them are used for security, maintenance and observation as well as auxiliary power and now even a Zeta Portal. This hall contains recreational areas primarily including a master kitchen, four total restrooms, lounge area, library and more.

Fifteenth Floor
Primarily an extension of recreational activities, communications and the roof. Housing two powerful telescopes for star-gazing, access to double-helipad that can be lifted to the roof and powerful radio antennae, this floor serves both as a functional layer and one of potential recreation. As it is the highest layer without reaching the roof, there are large glass panels that allow one to see over much of San Francisco, the Bay and the sky as it either rises or sets

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Titan Commander​

Tim Drake​

Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Epiphany ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Tim stood silently in front of the statues in front of him. His old eyes wandered over each one of them. Dick Grayson. The first Robin. The last icon of their generation, honestly. The last man standing between hero and vigilante. More importantly, his brother. Cyborg. A brilliant man, but more so, an amazing friend. Tim knew few people with a heart like Victor, even if his was synthetic. Raven. Proof that a person consumed by darkness and sin could rise above their origins and become a beacon of hope. Kori'... Tim honestly never liked her, but she stood proud with the others and even Tim had to respect that. Oh, and Garfield. Everyone loved BB; even Tim.

The old man cracked a smile looking back. At least three of them were dead. Dick, the most recent. Garfield was the first to go--natural causes. Victor decided to let himself go as his body failed. It was a sad, troublesome time; he said he'd rather die with what humanity he had left then forfeit himself completely to technology. No one blamed him, honestly. No one knew the fate of Raven after the War of Sin. Even Bruce failed to find her. Then, again, Kori'; she seemed ageless. Last Tim heard of her, she barely looked thirty and was visiting Thrall in the Watchtower. Time barely touched her. If he was less of a man, he'd say it wasn't fair.

"These are the halls," Tim said. Those behind him were the ones that came with him on the plane. Alphus, of course. Rebecca, she was late, but made it. Then, a third. Leonard Grimth. Aptly named Huge. From what Tim made out, the man had a heart-to-heart with an old friend and decided to join. He even made it to the airport before Rebecca. A quiet man, but he listened. Probably better than the other two.

Tim turned around to face them. There was a bit more energy in the man. Like a teenager whose favorite song just came on the radio. That odd difference it made. Sure, anyone could Youtube it, but when it came on your favorite station at the perfect time, it was an indescribable perfection. That was the feeling that came off of time.

And, that perfect timing was met by another happenstance. The arrival of the next three Titans and two black-tie agents carrying various bags. Tim was almost eager to meet them. Scyleia Lancaster. An Amazon walking the path of humanity. Jean Malcolms, granddaughter of the famous Static. He was in these Halls, too; just a little further down the way. Steve Carter, a man whose fate was apparently touched by the White Light. These three were hand-picked by Tim to be the first he saw.

He smiled when they came in earshot. "Good to see you, Titans. You're the first I've let in--and in no better place," he told them. He then stretched out his old arms as if inviting them to look around. Their welcome was considerably different than that of the first round of Titans. Of course, there was a world of difference between the leadership of Tim Drake and the attempts of Agent Love. She was a field agent. Plain and simple.

"Do you prefer Volt or Jean, Miss Malcolms?" Tim asked as he waved them all to follow him. He was leading them down one of the many halls. The Memorial Hall had hundreds of statues. One sect had an entire area dedicated to some of the original heroes that taught the Titans dubbed the Hall of Mentors. Another had a Hall dedicated to those that converted from a darker life of villainy called the Hall of Redemption. It was almost easy to get lost if one didn't know where they were going. Tim, however, knew this place like the back of his hand.

"Here lies the history of the Titans. The group may be different, even ran different, but you're still Titans. You are history in the making, so this is where you can see what you can become. At the bottom of each statue is an epithet. A digital record of the accomplishments of each Titan... ranging from battles won to advancements to humanity. Some went on to become actors. Some went into politics. Some went on to earn Nobels. All of them are Titans," Tim said, continuing to explain the importance of the very halls they walked on as they did. It was an interesting thought. Heroes that did more than just 'save' people. Actors? Frivolous. But, politicians? There were other ways to save the world...

Tim passed up his own statue. A little further down was the very one of Virgil Hawkins he was looking for. He looked up to it, then looked back to the group and eventually to Jean herself. "I wanted to be here when you saw this. When you saw him. Your grandfather," Tim said before pressing the button on the panel below the statue to open up the digital fields that displayed all of his achievements. He stepped aside for Jean, but he watched the whole group. This is how he wanted to introduce them to their new role. These two were literal family, but the fact was...

...the fact was, the Titans all grew to become family. Sure, Tim never liked Kori', but every time he saw her, she was like the ageless sister he never wanted.

 

[ShadowBroker]

Location Titans Tower.

Tags Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki sitanomoto BainOfBridges

A foreign. A stranger. He felt both welcomed and rejected as he finally beholds what the journey had promised him. Yet he called it a journey of no come back. He wrote it down on his mind as the road he won't be able to walk away from.

Once on that plane, Huge's world shattered and rebuild itself though not necessarily with the same speed. At first it was just a brute blunt blow on his chest taking his heart as deep as emotionally possible, then his hands would shake slightly not even as much as for one to notice but enough for him to try to hide it on his fist. Lastly, as if it was not enough for a process to become unbearable, his breath began to be shallow. He tried so desperately to fill with air the gap left on his chest. Although it all happened in silence as he dealt with his own suffering until fall sleep as tired as he was.

Tim - a name he heard by the lips of his closest source of information as he would so put it. Cap. Eliot moved some strings and, at the end, he would meet the old man which eyes did only gave away two feelings he could so address. Devotion like no other and the burden of the world at his shoulders. Alongside with the right words he finally let himself be guided by his world. Tim Drake, the wise words of an old man consumed by grief. A normal man would think twice, a second thought that force one to step back and think - 'Should I?' Should I follow his steps that forged a fate full of sorrow? But Huge had never pretend to be a common man.

Huge kept Tim close by. Beforehand he did not say much of a word to him rather than nod and accept his invitation, but among the group he seem to be the only one who actually felt the same devotion, though focused to another direction. He kept silent until spoken to and nothing more, following alike a shadow on the wall.

Lastly, as everyone arrived and they all reached the hall - he continued to observe and describe each and every detail on his mind with inner-self voice like a machine, calculating, comprehending that Heroes can be many things but... Can he be anything else? - No. The message was rather a deceived one for Huge, the whole idea that there is something waiting for them behind the veil of the mask, a choice as to retire once each and every bone on his body force him to give in. Maybe he did not intend to see so further away on his life - or maybe he meant to die fighting.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Location: Titan Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto @BainOfBridges

Among all others in the Jean might have been the only one who looked least impressed to be in front of the grand Titan's tower and all the hero statues before her in the Hall. Not the that she lacked the appreciation of the work all these heroes have done for the world. It was that she had been around heroes since both, seen them as humans, seen the mistakes the make and what happens when they fall. Their luster was gone, the childish worship they inspire was lost to her forever never really having it even when she was child. She didn't even want to be a hero, she had wanted to follow her families example sure but not through her powers which she found as curse rather than a gift. Only her sister's constant pestering had forced her to join.

She robotically followed Tim as he walked proudly through the Halls of Heroes barely paying attention. She had felt a little drained, an old need nagging her in the back of her mind. She reached into her pocket and took out a a handful of basic batteries, she absorbed their electric charge taking a little edge of her need. Batteries rarely certified her for long however they were better and kinder than draining from the mains of the titan tower. It took her a moment to realised she was spoken to, she was surprised not figuring anyone would be interested in her. She should have know otherwise though considering her parentage. She forced a smile at Tim. "Whatever suits sir." She said half heartedly before retreated on the cover of her group.

It seemed though that Tim however had other plans, marking her out for special treatment. She sighed, she liked Tim and indeed saw him as family friend but his fervour and loyalty was sometimes to much. He had made her stop in front of her grandfather statue and announced her parentage to everyone, something she wanted to prevent for a time so she is not defined by it. She watched the statue open up and saw the achievement, reminding to her more of the time the were told to her as bed time stories by either her grandfather or mother. Therse stories times seemed few and far between in hindsight. "It is.... I am sure he would be insufferably proud seeing how he was immortalised." She said in a half hearted attempt at a joke, speaking only because she felt she had to.

 

[BainOfBridges]

Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Steve Carter struggled to recall the exact wording of the phrase. What was it? Never meet your idols? Whatever the precises; that term was usually applied to people meeting their favourite celebrities, actors. A warning that they were not the icons you'd tricked yourself into seeing in their face, in their actions. A reminder that they were all in some way fundamentally flawed. A reminder that they after all, were human. Whoever coined that phrase clearly hadn't ever met a superhero.

And now it was that Steve Carter found himself in a room full of them. No less a room of a world famous hallmark of superhero history. The titans tower itself. He found that the building itself, never mind its occupants and those walking alongside him, seemed to dwarf him both in a mental and physical sense. He had done some travelling before with his parents, visited foreign landmarks and the sites of famous historical events. They'd encouraged it a lot, the chance to cement his aptitude for languages by interacting with their respective sources. But visiting these sites of human achievement paled in comparison to the effect this place had on him. For this tower, it was a testament to the achievements of people more than human. People who were icons, representatives of ideals.

By no measure did this chain of thought cease at the building itself and the sight of the monuments commending the heroes of old. It extended to his present company. These heroes, who walked with such confidence in their step. Carter figured they'd seen things unlike anything his imagination could stretch to and he did pride himself on a fairly expansive mind in this regard. He kept a slow pace with the rest of the group and the sheer wonder in his eyes was quite apparent. The boy barely a man's thumb idly rubbed against his fingers in an unknown nervous fidget. He hoped nerves were to be expected because he had a surplus of them. These nerves kept Steve's mouth firmly shut. Though even if he had something to say he would have felt too insignificant to mention it. At least he didn't sweat when he was nervous. Steve's white t-shirt and longer sleeved overshirt wouldn't have hidden it well.

There was some measure of inner focus to him however as he cast his attention to his present company. In particular the two other potential titans. That attention was largely stuck on woman who may as well have just walked off a catwalk. It embarrassed him no doubt, but what did his mother say? Boys would be boys. There was just something about her, more so than captivating beauty... Was she an amazon? Steve made efforts to keep his attention elsewhere as he'd not quite been the most subtle. At least their third new intake seemed to be more average like him, if somehow disinterested by the affairs.

Steve had that thought dispelled quickly as they arrived at the statue of Static. Jean was his granddaughter? Wow, he really was the most average among them. No wonder she seemed so familiar with this all. He closed his lips from where they'd rested slightly ajar in amazement at this all and ran a hand through the messy chestnut hair that adorned his hair. For the first time in his brief tour Steve seemed to focus. He'd been paying attention before, but not properly processing what had been said to him. He'd have to get used to this.

 

[sitanomoto]

Character: Rebecca "Becky" Drake, AKA Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges ShadowBroker The Regal Rper

Rebecca maintained a blank expression down the halls. She was a little late to the meeting spot, but that was only because her flight was delayed. Her eyes wandered the statues, and she made a mental note to go by each one later, specifically to Dick's and record the data there. Maybe it would bring Jess some comfort.

She glanced around the room, raising an eye at all the nervous faces. She felt here she was completely in her element, but the others were not. There was idle chat between her father and Jean Malcolms, and Becky smiled dryly at the attempted joke the girl made. It was nice to see someone tried at a sense of humor. Her eyes caught the open mouth of one of the boys and she followed his line of sight to Kori'andr, Starfire's statue. She couldn't help a soft chuckle at the boy with the reddish-brown hair, but she meant no disrespect towards him, or anyone here.

Truth be told, despite her colder exterior, she was excited to meet these others, and to be able to take her mind off of the things that had been troubling her lately. Not to mention her own skillset needed to be honed, sharpened, and filed. Her teamwork skills definitely needed work.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Location: Titan Tower; Ground Floor
Tags: ShadowBroker Epiphany sitanomoto BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Sir Les Paul

Impatience gave way to eagerness, eagerness gave into restrain and restraint fell to a strange sense of elation as they moved through the halls. Back on the station Alphus had been tapping his foot away for minutes on end waiting for the new recruits to arrive, he'd been silent the entire time and had busied himself with foot tapping and occasionally drumming his fingers atop the knee of his right leg. Casual greeting aside, Alphus hadn't said a word since their arrival to the tower- more busy with studying his new training ground more so than paying attention to anyone else. Keeping an ear open to everything that Tim said as he studied each effigy.

With each statue they passed, he lingered a bit longer. Cyborg, Beast Boy, Sir Grayson, Dove. Each one they passed he spent a few seconds longer to give them a thorough look over, after all it was the least he could do for those that had passed. It wasn't wrong to give his seniors their just acknowledgement, although he did wish those that weren't particularly attentive payed attention to what Tim had to say.

"Do you prefer Volt or Jean, Miss Malcolms?"
​

Pale blue eyes honed in on the person in question and Alphus couldn't help but stare, studiously. Curious and wondering if anything else. A descendant of one of the heroes perhaps? His guess was right. Static's descendant. Static Shock's granddaughter. The businessman's dull eyes flickered with a twinkle, a spark of interest and a bit of hope, just like the day he'd met Miss Drake. But, attention couldn't be given to just one subject, so Alphus let his eyes wander to the others in their tight-knit group as Sir Tim had Miss Malcoms step forward to Static's statue.

The man to his far left was up first. Pale complexion, cyan eyes, shaggy beard and hair-- Huge, if Alphus had recalled Tim's addressing correctly. They were the same height now that he looked at him, but perhaps not on the same level. Huge, had been staying close by, silent, attentive. For a second Alphus squinted, Maybe we have something in common.

The brunette was next. Carter, if Alphus had recalled the name right. He'd noticed the young man's interest in history. Taking in the statues, much like Alphus himself had. There was the occasional fidget, something with his hands and the notice of space between him and the rest. Hesitant, Alphus presumed. He smiled, he'd be lying if he hadn't felt the same at some point in time.

Then Alphus turned to the woman not too far away, Miss Scyleia. Built like a spartan but effeminate enough for clothing to hide the muscle. An actual amazon. Princess Diana had been the main person of research when it came to the Amazonians, Alphus still found himself slightly surprised even after meeting her. Eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary, wondering if he needed to be particularly careful if it ever came to sparring with a woman of her strength. I suppose I'll have to wait and see.

He turned his attention back to the situation at hand just in time to hear Miss Drake utter a chuckle, which made him cock a brow in her direction but he didn't ask. Instead he turned his attention back upfront. Chatting could come later.

 

[Epiphany]

Location: Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges ShadowBroker The Regal Rper sitanomoto

When the Amazon reached the Memorial Hall, she paused on its threshold and fell a few steps behind the others she'd arrived with. Instead, she gazed over the spectacle of the assembled heroes before dipping her head and murmuring a swift prayer to Athenia. A prayer of praise, of memory and a wish to uphold the honor won here.

Only then did Scyleia step fully into the hall with its statues of old heroes and its assemblage of new. As she caught up to her companions and their destination, she let her eyes wander over each statue in turn. A few were known to her thanks to her scant years of living among humanity so long ago. But the details of their deeds, how they lived, how they died, were lost to her. There was no mistaking the naked curiosity in her dark grey eyes. This is a woman that fully intends to take the time to come back and read every inscription.

At last, the trio reached the old man and the rest of this nascent team. Scyelia tilted her head, regarding Tim with a curious expression. Despite being vastly older than the old man, age was something that touched no Amazon and so seeing the marks of age so strikingly carved into the man was unusual. It reminded her of where she was, of the mortality that could catch up with her someday depending on how long she stayed. The old man had the manner of one who remembered much and had learned from it. After a moment of appraisal, the Amazon smiled approvingly and dipped her head again in respect to the one who'd brought them together. She decided she liked him already.

"Good to see you, Titans. You're the first I've let in--and in no better place."

Scyleia returned the welcome with another nod, then fell into step behind him as he led the group on down the halls. More heroes she didn't know, whose deeds she would have to make a point of learning.

"Here lies the history of the Titans. The group may be different, even ran different, but you're still Titans. You are history in the making, so this is where you can see what you can become. At the bottom of each statue is an epithet. A digital record of the accomplishments of each Titan... ranging from battles won to advancements to humanity. Some went on to become actors. Some went into politics. Some went on to earn Nobels. All of them are Titans."

Good. The man understood the value of the past, of remembering history and the accomplishments of heroes. A worthy mentor to these new Titans indeed.

When they came at last to a particular statue, Scyleia studied the woman and her response. The Amazon's lips tightened, not especially impressed with the answer. But then, the girl was young. All of these men and women were. She'd have to remember that.

"Worthy warriors," Scyleia said in the lingering silence that crept in after Tim bid the group to look at Jean's grandfather's statue. "All of them, I'm sure. I look forward to spending some time here, learning of their deeds and their victories. As well as their mistakes."

"We stand here with you," she continued. "New heroes to carry on the legacy of those before us. What do you wish us to take away from our time here, sir?" Scyleia smiled then and, despite her flawless face, it didn't look like that had happened very often lately. "What do you wish you had been told when you first stood up to serve?"

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Titan Commander​

Tim Drake​

Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Epiphany ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Tim had full intention on an exposition revolving around Jean. He had an entire speech about a young Virgil. Mostly because Static, as he was known in his later years, was one of the more gruff heroes. He was a third generation member of the Justice League. He was a growing hero while the League was still forming and didn't join until the rosters were fleshed out heavily after the League opened its doors. When the League began to decline years later, he was one of the harshest critics of it. He was one of the first to leave. He was one of the first to tell the world that the heroes of that era were nothing like original seven.

Yeah. Tim had an entire speech lined out for that.

But, one question from a single Titan halted him. In his defense, she was hardly just a Titan. She was even more seasoned than he was in many, many ways. It was no surprise that she stopped him, in all honesty.

"What do you wish you had been told when you first stood up to serve?"​

The question even made Tim think. But, he thought fast--it was his part of who he was. His attention shifted from Jean to Scyleia, his body posture, his eyes. There was no miscommunication. Static was no longer the center of this conversation.

"I've thought about that before. Actually, I thought about it years ago. In this profession, you will inevitably end up saying, 'I wish someone would have told me,' about something. You might even blame me for it, which is fine. I did the same to some of my mentors. It's a good question...

I remember when I was standing where you are. I was a second-generation Titan and I came in with a few others. Some of you might know who I am or my reputation. They called me the Second Great Detective. The only mind in the world that could parallel Batman. After all, I was trained by him. Toss that image out of your mind. When I was standing where you were, I was looking at each girl I was soon to be surrounded by and ranking them. I can still remember the order. Oh, they were beautiful. For a moment, it was all that was on my mind.

So, even if my mentors would have said some magic words, who knows if I would have kept them. I remember the most attractive girl I met that day, but I can't recall half of my orientation. Of course, that Tower I was introduced to has long been destroyed, but's besides the point. The point is that we remember what we want to and little else."​

​

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Tim allowed for a brief pause. Just a moment for what he said to sink in. "But, for those of you that want to remember some words of wisdom, I'll tell you the very thing I wish I heard. I came into the Titans as Robin, but if any of you know my history, you know I didn't stay Robin. The Titans taught me a lot. The Titans matured me from a sidekick to a hero, but it was no easy process. I wish someone would have told me that who I was that day was not who I would be. I went from Robin, sidekick to Batman, to Red Robin, the Second Great Detective to Red Wing, partner to Gray Wing all in my lifetime. I was even the second Joker, saved only by the second Batman.

My point is that this is just the beginning. You will get out of it what you put into it. You can be so much more than who you are now and even who you want to be--for better or worse. That's what I wish someone would have told me."

His explanation was thorough. His words precise. His facts accurate. Some of them didn't know the Bat HIstory. Some of them did. It all depended on what stories and rumors they grew up with. It's not as if there existed some perfectly-accurate lexicon of superhero information. Still, he was open. He dropped a half-dozen names, almost all of them legends to the youth in front of him. He could have told them about Virgil. Instead, he told them a little about himself.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Location: Titan Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Jean rolled her eyes as Tim began his speech, knowing she was in a for a long while. She was appreciative though that he diverted attention from her and her family to his own which to her opinion made for a more interesting story. Self made people who became heroes through intelligence and training not some power born from some mutation or inate ability. She would prefer that he had mentioned as well all the good work the Wayne "Batman" family did outside the cape and cowl but she had little interest in forcing the point.

She tuned out the speech, running her hand through her curls as she looked at her new associates. She supposed she would have to play nice with them at some point and she might as well see what she was dealing with. The amazon caught her eye as she was sure the same effect was felt by others, she was striking with an almost unearthly beauty. Easy on the eyes as she was, Jean saw something strange in those eyes like they were older than the rest of them. Jean had to admit she was unexpectedly intrigued on several levels. In star contrast was a gentleman not far from her, he was tall, scruffy and grim. There was something sad about him about something she could not place.

She made a show of pretending to be listening to Tim before returning to her examination. One man caught her eyes since he was looking at her in turn, apart from his ostentatious attire he looked pretty average, handsome in a way but she could not tell what powers he could have. However the way he looked at him made her uncomfortable, it was all too familiar interest born out of recognition she was wish she was rid of. He knew who she was and was likely curious to see what she could do. She groaned and had a contemptuous look in her face. Her eyes finally came to another girl, striking as well but this time due to the electric blue hair. Not as pretty as the Amazon but still nothing to turn ones nose up at, interesting though was a resemblance to Tim. She smiled at Tim, she never knew he had a family like that.

 

[BainOfBridges]

Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

There was slight internal wince that came to Steve as the Titan Commander began to speak. It didn't make itself external, at least not to those whom weren't attentive enough to notice. Steve could tell that Tim had read him like a book. The mid section of that recount into history was almost certainly directed at him and his fleeting mind. Or... was it? Maybe the famous Red Wing really did feel as he does now, all those years ago as Red Robin. Not so different to Steve himself. Steve elected to go with this option. He liked it more than the former. And hey, at least he hadn't been ranking.

But as the Titan Commander spoke some of the wanderlust had faded from Steve's mind. It focused back into reality, either that or the amazement at his surroundings became one with logical thought. The older man's words rung true to the young man. In many ways it was the manner in which he spoke them. To the point. Reminded him of his parents. Wait no that would be weird. Steve's eyes widened ever so slightly on his sudden thought. It was that reason why the next glance he cast over to Jean wasn't one filled with awe and envy, or hurt given the haughty look she gave back. It was simply a normal one; even with some sympathy. To live around the atmosphere the superhero lifestyle provided every day... it must be overwhelming. Steve was overwhelmed. He'd barely been here an hour!

"My point is that this is just the beginning. You will get out of it what you put into it. You can be so much more than who you are now and even who you want to be--for better or worse."

Steve wasn't sure what he wanted to be. Hell, he hadn't been sure even before all of this as a normal person. But his mind came to the conclusion that whomever he wanted to be wouldn't be fawning at the men and women, superheroes both old like Red Wing before him or new like the blue-haired younger woman accompanying him, who he guessed might be one of the various names that'd flashed across the news networks over recent years. Blackhawk- something? His nose had been buried in history and the languages of other peoples he'd often forgotten to check what was going on in those places, and his own front yard.

"Well, um- certainly hope for better." Steve quipped with a good humoured smile on his face. It melted into embarrassment almost immediately in sync with the words that came out of his mouth.

Whoever he wanted to be would know when to keep his damned trap shut.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Location: Titan Tower; Ground Floor
Tags: ShadowBroker Epiphany sitanomoto BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Sir Les Paul

"You can be so much more than who you are now and even who you want to be--for better or worse."​

It was odd. Not Sir Tim's words, but the strange pressure that had built up in his throat since those words had been said. Yet another opportunity to get to know the real Tim Drake and not just the man he considered his immaculate savior, yet another time he felt a little ambivalent but grateful.

Alphus felt a sniffle coming on. So he dipped a hand into his dress pants, removed a handkerchief and dabbed at his nose, even though there was nothing there. The lump in his throat remained and he sniffed once to clear the stuffiness. He didn't understand why he was reacting to those words this way, nor did he get the confusion that had settled in his chest or the strange feeling of sadness that washed over him for that one brief second then was immediately replaced with a strong sense of relief. Gratitude and relief. A part of him said he'd needed to hear that.

He just wasn't entirely sure why he'd needed to hear that. He already knew who he was, who he wanted to be and what he wanted to do. He knew h e still needed to grow, but he also knew he could do that as a hero. One people could look up to, one that left the past behind and focused on doing the right thing. Doing what was good, for the good of all without falling out of line like those before him. Finding himself could work itself out later or even somewhere in the middle. The duty came first.

"Thank you, Sir." His voice was quiet, a inaudible sniffle accompanied it "I'm sure we all greatly appreciate those words of wisdom." He sniffed again, stowing the handkerchief away, and offered a small smile.

 

[Epiphany]

Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany ShadowBroker sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges [/USER]

As Tim worked his way through the speech, Scyleia smirked at his candid observation about his own priorities back in youth. But the smirk straightened into a more wholesome approving smile and she nodded slowly as he spoke. Clear agreement shone in her dark grey eyes. And her relaxed body language, posture and the cursory glance at the other Titans for their reaction made her gambit plain to those watching her reaction who knew how to read a face. While she appreciated his answer, plainly she'd intended that answer for the others, for men and women perhaps untested in battle with little experience in being a hero.

Tim had articulated a clear vision of the future and laid out the possibility of getting there. Excellent. She hadn't known exactly what he would say, for she didn't really know the man. But he seemed a fit mentor to warriors in need of guidance.

As she herself likely was, given this changed world she'd rejoined.

"Thank you, sir," Scyleia said in the silence that followed the muttered remarks of her new peers. "All of us have a great deal to learn, myself especially. I'm confident this will be a place where we can become our best selves. I look forward to working with you."

Arms folded, Scyleia felt her habitual depression over the state of the world and the condition of her personal life ebb, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was something of substance here after all.

 

[ShadowBroker]

Location: Titans Tower

Tags: Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper Epiphany sitanomoto BainOfBridges sitanomoto @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges

Huge did nothing but hear Tim out as his glance darted away towards the wall painting, the new members that slowly seem to gather around for the speech and offer their sympathies to the cause. The so 'glorified statues' on the hall would have call his attention if not for his mind could be easily distracted by any kind of oddness of any rate. If there was a rug beneath his feet, the noise it would make at the time to stump on it or the way people's eyes seem to move from place to place in order to cross-sights with the team. Huge called it a basic social interaction without true consent yet it changes constantly according to one's awareness.

It almost seem as if he was in a different room entirely, not paying much attention to the speech Tim had so prepared - or probably improvised. It was not entirely true for he seem to mumble each word spoken as it bounced on his head. Tim's speech projected through Huge inner voice; what else could he say but words of hope and an abstract idea of the hard road ahead? Probably giving them a different perspective or his own perception from the past.

The words reached its end of the bargain- making one or more feel rather... content. Or at least that seem to be the purpose and the reaction caused on each member. There were minor variables that changed the way to express such a contentment but not far as difficult to perceive. Three individuals even gave an answer right away.

First, this man whose words seem to crack and something on his body language gave away the idea of embarrassment. Was something he said? Did he make mistake trying to address something? As doubtful it might be, it was certainly a possibility. Maybe he was invisible to the common eye and just gave away his position... Perhaps not.

The second one, even more colorful as to put it a word, reached for a handkerchief. Was he crying? Despite of how much Huge understood each and every word from Tim, it was clear that the emotion that words intended to grasp were not easy to spot. However this man's case was extremely different as it was witnessed. Huge concerned himself thinking he might had lost the hint as if he should cry as well or if it was matter to cry about. Or maybe it is just something completely outside from the speech and the man was - in a more ordinary way to say - in conflict.

The third who Huge found himself quite interested, is the voice of a woman whose body language appeared to be relaxed. Too relaxed. Was she trying deceive someone? Or maybe he lost the vague possibility that this person right here was, in fact, a face of authority of some regard for she spoke as a 'we' rather than a 'I'. A great difference that comes from leadership... or to undermine one's true interest in a conversation in order to generate inquiry in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Clearly it was not the case, was it?

But as far as answers go and words are traded, Huge had nothing to actually say about it. The speech was, no doubt, created in order to inspire them and to give a different perspective to it. But if he so cared about words he would so become a politician himself. Actions - Those he could understand for they are final. He gave nothing but a shallow and sharp nod, agreeing to Tim's side. Regardless if it was, after all more of the same. Just words.
.

 

[sitanomoto]

Rebecca Drake/ Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower.
Tags: Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper Epiphany ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ShadowBroker BainOfBridges

Rebecca listened to her father and nodded, agreeing, and appreciating the statement. The words echoed in her head.
For better or worse. For better or worse.
For better, like she hoped to become. For worse, like poor Jessica who seemed to be in a downspiral.
She noticed Alphus's eyes get a little watery and she wanted to do something to comfort him, pat him on the shoulder, something, but she didn't. She figured it would be a little awkward.
Becky looked at the relaxed Scyleia, and at the nervous-looking boy with brown hair, and at the large man who seemed to be on edge, and then finally made eye contact with Jean, Volt was her hero name. She gave a small smile, and then looked at the boy with the brown hair, who made the quip.
Her amusement with him grew a tad and her smile grew as well. "Indeed. We'll work for the better."

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Titan Commander​

Tim Drake​

Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Epiphany ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Tim watched as each one of them took in what was said. There were those like him--or, he should say, like he was. Jean seemed to phase out what he said. As expected, it was mostly lost on Huge. On the polar opposite of the spectrum was Alphus. Teary-eyed from that speech? He was never going to live that down. Ever. From his peers... or from Tim.

Steve and Rebecca seemed to share the same notion, although Rebecca plainly was more confident in thought. Go figure. And, of course, there was Scyleia. Loaded with charged words and her Amazon pride. Tim was already predicting that of all the current members, Scyleia would be the first to both forge alliances and create enemies. Such is the fate of those with a strong personality.

"Well, Titans, welcome to the Tower. It is your new home," Tim said. It was a quick change of pace. It seemed his words were some type of queue as well. Three suited men soon came walking through the halls, each with a chrome briefcase. Each equipped with a palm-vein scanner required to open it. His words and the actions of those around him made for an obvious transition.

"Inside is your new equipment, although I won't be the one explaining all of it to you. Agent Johannes will do that soon enough. What you should know is that the contents are both tailored to each one of you individually and universal to all agents of the League. You'll figure it out soon enough. More importantly, you'll find a set of surveys inside and a floor plan for the Tower. There are, as promised, large rooms. Sixteen rooms per floor, two communal shower houses per floor, eight restrooms per floor and two identical floors that separate you by gender. Your room number can be found inside. That said..."

Tim trailed off, waiving his hand off in one direction to introduce a younger, yet still mature-looking gentlemen holding his jacket over his shoulder. "Let me introduce Agent Johannes," Tim said.

Agent Johannes

"Thank you," Johannes responded before giving a nod over to Tim, "Comman--"

--"Tim is fine."​

"Thank you... Tim," Johannes said, correcting himself--apparently.

Johannes then turned to the remaining six and gave them all a quick look over. "As implied, I will be taking over from here. Please, follow me to the elevator. We'll be heading to the Fifth Floor, Conference Room A," Johannes explained quite dryly, waving them on to follow him. First was the walk back through the hall, then to the elevator a distance away from the main set of six statues. He waited for each of them to board the elevator before going on.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Location: Titan Tower; Ground Floor
Tags: ShadowBroker Epiphany sitanomoto BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Sir Les Paul

By the time Sir Tim had begun speaking, Alphus had already regained most of his previously calm composure. It wasn't till he noticed the three men, following Agent Johannes introduction and instructions to follow were given did Alphus make any further moves. Turning his attention to Sir Tim, the young man bowed humbly in respectful pardon, making it seem it'd be more disrespectful not to say his goodbyes even if it wasn't an actual 'goodbye'. Glancing Miss Drake's way and giving her a vague unspoken nod that said "I'm going ahead in case you want to say anything to your father", Alphus made his way through the hall with one spin on his Klein Oxfords, straightening his suit jacket as he went.

Without so much as a word or glance he passed the others by, being terse out of a sense that eye contact would make him somewhat self-conscious if anything else. Even if he'd been teary seconds ago, it wouldn't do to appear too sensitive in front of the others since this was their first meeting. It would give the wrong impression. And he didn't want that.

Once Alphus had reached the elevator and entered he took his place to Agent Johannes' left, his right, placing both of his arms behind his back he gave a cursory glance in the agent's direction once-- then kept his eyes forward in patient wait for the others to enter. They'd learn what was to come of them next soon. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious as to what exactly awaited them ahead.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Location: Titan Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Jean watched the others react to Tims words and she had to admit she admired them slightly. How they were able to be taken in by Tims words and be excited and eager about what is about to come. Certainly that would be really helpful in getting through this better than her own seemingly boundless cynicism. She sighed at herself, trying to remind herself to keep an open mind and find her own niche here. She saw the other three men approuch and she felt even more uncomfortable as they had the look of the cliche goverment agents which meant trouble. She shook her head, there she goes again, boundless cynicisms not helped by an overactive imagination.

She forced a smile and followed the other quietly towards the elevator. Talking another look at her comrades, she wondered if she should approach one of them and make at attempt to make friends. However she remained were she was unsure which one to approach and fearing the conversation turning to her powers or family. She turned her attention back to Agent Johannes. "Is there... Is there any means for us to try things beyond superheroing? Science and tech and that sort of thing?" She asked.

 

[ShadowBroker]

Location: Titan Tower

Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki sitanomoto @BainOfBridges

Tim backed away and a sign of something, diffuse yet there. It seem as if he wanted to analyze the effects of his words over others - like a true scientific that drops the same poison over ten different individuals and then sits back to watch the results. He could not help himself but to grin as Tim looked at him, "Good-" he spoke through his eyes as his mind responded, "No more idle words."

But the highlights transferred to a new simple man called - Johannes. Now for everyone to see and for everyone to follow. The Agent seem to be prepare for some kind of test run with the new comers, that would be everyone and Huge included. But how to explain how much he did not trust the Man itself? The way he dressed up for the occasion, the way he walks and talks - probably there is nothing wrong on any of those things but he was yet disturbed by the idea to follow him at all.

There was no point to stand back now, he said it himself before - there was no return. One step at the time and all of them forward without looking back until reaching the elevator as Huge pondered what the female one said.

Huge lays against the wall of the elevator as he crossed his arms on his chest as he pay undivided attention to what she got so say to the Agent. Huge had been working on small stuff such as gadgets and techs that gave him an advantage over their foes. It would be good to improve his knowledge so he could undermine their capabilities in battle.

 

[Epiphany]

Location: Titan Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul ThatGuyWithSouvlaki The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

Scyleia listens to the rest of Tim's briefing and nods approvingly. The hand off isn't all that surprising for a military organization, though she's somewhat surprised to see a super-hero team with what amounted to support staff. At least, Agent Johannes didn't seem like he'd be joining them as a Titan.

Following the Agent's instruction with a cursory nod, Scyleia walks in the middle of the group on the way to the elevator. Once reaching it, she steps into the middle of the lift as the rest of the team situates themselves. Arms loose and down at her sides, she betrays no anxiety or particular eagerness. Just...readiness. Maybe a slight relief that her life in the Man's World is finally moving forward.

Jean's question attracts her interest, though. The Amazon turns her head to consider the other woman before raising an eyebrow at Agent Johannes. "I wouldn't mind the opportunity to...familiarize myself with what modern technology can do," she adds to Jean's inquiry.

And modern history, modern social customs and...

 

[BainOfBridges]

Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Epiphany The Regal Rper ShadowBroker sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Steve Carter managed to catch the sniffle from one of the Titan Commanders company. The tear surprised Steve, yet it also brought another small epiphany to him. The gravity of his current position was not lost to him, but now he was starting to appreciate what this meant for many of the people by his side. If they'd grown up around heroes like Jean had then this moment here could be the happiest of their lives. Steve hoped that in the future he could look back to this moment and regard it in a similar light. Truth be told it all still felt like a sleep deprived dream, Steve half expected to wake up to the sound of an ear raking alarm any moment. A smile returned to his face on hearing the manner of reassurance the blue haired woman's response gave.

It was short lived. Anxious focus returned to the young man as the commander continued and the three briefcase carrying suits moved forward. Something about the descriptor of whatever those case's contents being individually tailored amplified Steve's underlying nerves. He couldn't imagine this all was cheap. These people had bank rolled him. Him, the random shmuck off the street who's parents had happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. No pressure.

He hastily followed on as Agent Johannes made his introductions and directed them to move higher into the vast tower soon to be residence. Yes, his nerves had definitely returned. He made sure to slip into the side of the elevator, folding his arms with an awkward cough as he tried to take up as little space as possible. Steve decided not to weigh in on the conversation on technology very much for this same reason.

 

[sitanomoto]

Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower Elevator
Tags: Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges Epiphany ShadowBroker

Becky stepped onto the elevator without another word. She was happy to finally be seeing the rest of the tower. It was legendary, after all.
She could practically feel the nervousness coming off of the rest of the agents. It didn't surprise her, however. For some it was the first time doing anything remotely related to the ULJ.
Agent Johannes looked severely, militarily calm. Becky tried to imitate that, making sure no inward emotions became outward. Excitement wasn't something she was willing to show at the moment. Not until she knew who she was working with a little better.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

• Tim Drake
• Johannes

• Titan Commander​

  

  Tim Drake​
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
  Tags One Mean Ghost Life. Seraph Darkfire
  

  The first set of Titans finally made their way out with Johannes. Tim knew they were in good hands. Arguably, better than his, but that was a long and drawn out thought. There was a lot of potential leaving the room, but just as much entering--albeit with half the actual Titans. Tim made his way back to the center statues while yet again two men in black suits carrying luggage escorted the Titans to his position. One of them was previously under the tutelage of Agent Love, but that system was about to be overhauled. At the very least, he was already moved into the Tower.
  
  Agent Spook, Love called him. Originally, he wanted to be a Deadman. Fitting, in a way, given his abilities. A bit of an attitude problem, however. It was met with the renaming of the entire first set of Titans. Spook was good enough. Tim was still mulling over if he intended on renaming the Titans or at least making them work up to code names. It was an odd situation. When he joined the Titans, anonymity still existed. His codename was his name. He was already a sidekick in his own right under Batman. In fact, he only reason he truly lost his anonymity was the requirement of signing up for public identification after he turned into the Second Joker. It was an odd situation all around and the precedent had never been set for it.
  
  It was a thought for another time. "Good to see you, Titans. You happen to be the second set to be brought in. Although, one of you happened to be here a few days early under another Agent. Rest assured, I'm in charge now. If you aren't familiar with me, I'm Tim Drake--the Titan Commander," Tim told them all, introducing himself in a similar manner to the first set. Of course, half of them knew who he was before they even entered the halls as they had met him. These three didn't have that opportunity.
  
  His eyes shifted over to Spook, but not for long. They quickly returned to the girl known as Beastie. She shared few traits with Garfield. Granted, Garfield had green-tinged skin. It was hardly a fair comparison. "One of you, more interestingly, is the grandchild of one of the very first Titans. Before even I joined," Tim said, smiling as widely as the old man could as he looked to Beastie. Tim turned to the statue of Garfield behind them. It was one of the six largest in the entire hall. Beast Boy in his prime. His fingers danced across the screen, but he started a similar speech.
  
  "Within these lies the history of the Titans. Your group may be a bit different, but you're still Titans. You are history in the making, and like those before you, I have faith you will make your names well-known. At the bottom of each statue is an epithet. A digital record of the accomplishments of each Titan. Some were scientists, politicians, one was even a president for a short while. Some went on to have families and were never heard from again. No matter where their lives took them, they were immortalized as Titans," Tim explained to them before bringing up the large screen that showed all of the data on Beast Boy.
  
  "This is him, by the way. Garfield Logan. Your grandfather. I wanted to see you the first time you saw the man everyone loved," Tim said, chuckling lightly. "He was annoying at times, I won't lie, but he had more friends than any of us ever did," Tim explained, giving her the most honest words he could about her grandfather.
  

  
  
  
• Titan Lieutenant​

  

  Agent Johannes​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
  Tags The Regal Rper ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Epiphany ShadowBroker sitanomoto BainOfBridges

  Johannes was a serious man. Far less nostalgic or empathetic than Tim was. Far quieter, too. It was almost daunting how the atmosphere shifted when he took over. Of course, he did answer their questions. "The Titans Initiative is not an effort to create soldiers. Even without powers, a fireman that saves one from the fire is all the same hero as the surgeon that transplants a heart--neither of which are considerably different than the masked mutant that halts rubble from crushing civilians. However...
  
  

  ...there are times that we need more than doctors and firemen. Times that we even need more than task forces and masked vigilantes. Those times are what we are preparing you for."​

  
  The elevator dinged and they reached the fifth floor. In his dry, nearly monotonous tone, Johannes provided another answer, "You will also be given ample time to acclimate yourself to your new surroundings, do not worry." Yet again, answering them faster than before. It was quite cut and dry.
  
  Johannes entered the large conference room, more closely considered over-sized. It was designed to fit twenty-four people, but it could almost double that if need be. "Be seated," Johannes said with a calm, firm tone as he took is place at one of the end chairs near large monitor in the back of the room. His piercing green eyes darted around the room as he waited for everyone, including the two men in black suits to enter. As the group began to settle, he began to speak.
  
  "Inside your briefcases are a few assets you will need. They can only be opened by placing the right front of your palm over the three indents for a palm vein verification, then your left sequentially. You will see an orange light followed by a green before a brief click. The briefcases are durable, but not indestructible. They will be considered part of your tools. The first item inside, if you will, is a communications device. A manual exists for it inside as well and must not leave the briefcase; you will find it labeled WTComms. Two buttons and a dial. The dial allows access to six different encrypted channels. The Titans Tower open comms is currently Channel 2. The top button allows you to speak. Any other functions, you can look up yourself or ask about later. The second device has a similar manual and is called the WTBand. It's effectively an accurate, reliable fitness tracker with a micro-computer. It has even more functions than the Comms, so you'll need to read up on it yourself. We will also have classes over its functions at a later date," Johannes went on. One might think he would sound like a dull teacher, but instead, his quick, concise points and abundant flow of information kept him hard to keep up with.
  
  "Get them out, put them on. Other items are paperwork. A survey Tim wanted you fill out along with instructions for your storage lockers, which have similar biometric locks, and your room numbers. We do separate genders. There are also two handbooks in there. Both paper, by my insistence. When we have class, you will bring both. If I take you on a mission, you will have the pocket handbook. The larger one is five hundred and sixty-two pages of law, ethics and the role of a 'hero' in our society. It was one of the compromises the U.N. had us make. The pocket handbook is twelve pages and happens to be the only parts of the larger book I believe you may need," Johannes continued on, showing a little of his own personality. Both in his reiteration of Tim snidely as he was corrected before and his further snide remark about the U.N. compromises.
  
  "The last items are your League Identification Badge and PDD's. Keep the badge on you at all times. It identifies who you are on a cellular and genetic level. In fact, just to enter the Titans Tower after exiting it, you will have to press your thumb to the round sensor on the back. It will then use a fine laser to take off a single layer of skin cells to obtain your DNA. Security compromises were a problem in the past as far back as months ago and this is one method the League implemented to avoid that. Be excited for your badges because I am sure you will hate these next devices. PDD stands for Power Disruption Device. Each one is custom fit for you. For instance, Scyleia has two bracers and a waistband that will increase the effects of gravitational pull by about four times to account for her strength and speed. The rest of you have devices that will in some form of fashion disrupt your abilities. Until you pass basic training, we do not permit the open use of abilities," Johannes said, actually speeding up how quickly he was talking expecting an eruption from the Titans.
  
  "If a surgeon or fireman can save lives without powers, you'll need to achieve a similar mentality. For those without powers, you're a step ahead. For those of you whom rely on your powers to survive, do not worry, you will supplemental devices in your briefcases to aide with that along with instructions," Johannes added on, attempting to give what more explanation he could before completely analyzing the reactions the group would have to this news.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titan Towers, Memorial Hall
Tags: One Mean Ghost Life. Sir Les Paul

'Why am I here again?' Alex asked himself as he was escorted into the tower 'Oh yeah, either this or prison' though he thought this, Alex didn't completely hate the idea of being trained to be a hero. The idea of being under the thumb of someone else was not a pleasant thought. Alex was so used to doing what he wanted that adjusting to being ordered around was going to take some time, if ever.

He had to admit, the Tower was...inexplicable. Alex had seen his fair share of luxury, but this was on an grander scale. It was intimidating, yet invigorating. It at least meant that the people running things weren't being half-assed.

"Good to see you, Titans. You happen to be the second set to be brought in. Although, one of you happened to be here a few days early under another Agent. Rest assured, I'm in charge now. If you aren't familiar with me, I'm Tim Drake--the Titan Commander"

Tim Drake? Alex found the name familiar, but couldn't place it. Looking at the man, he seemed to be getting on in years, and yet Alex found himself pausing. This old man...could really kick his ass. Alex was sure of this, more sure than he had ever been.

This man was a Boss, no doubts about it. Alex felt that if his father controlled a gang, this man would control a Syndicate.

'Geez, five minutes in this place and I've already been humbled' he thought turning his eyes away from Tim and looking at the two others that were brought in with him.

The girl, oh boy, the girl. She was attractive and buzzed with an energy he couldn't place. It didn't take much for Alex to realize that she was dangerous. She reminded him of the girls in the gang, not the ones that slept around for protection, but the ones who'd lay you out for looking at them wrong.

Grinning at the thought, he turned his eyes to the third of their little party, only causing his grin to grow wider. With a single glance, Alex could tell that they were of similar quality. He didn't know the guy's name, but he sure knew his type. A guy he could party with.

He was louder too, everything about him grabbed at the attention. That suited Alex just fine as well, he did his best work when the eyes were on someone else.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

​

Hero Points: 0

Codename: SpookRank: Tier 3Cards: NoneLocation: Titan's Tower - Near the Statues

Tags: Sir Les Paul
Life. Seraph Darkfire

Back to square fucking one....

Didn't he already get the whole walkthrough just a day or two ago? This was irritating to say the least. He could think of a dozen other things he'd rather be doing right now than receiving still another "introduction". At first glance, his posture seemed completely disinterested, one arm across his chest supporting his other arm which, in turn, supported his chin.

Of course, anyone familiar with different fighting styles, or one who was particularly analytical could tell this wasn't just some disinterested posture. His left foot was slightly behind his right, carrying most of his weight, and the position of his hands was less a display of boredom and more an attempt at a veiled defensive posture. With his weight on his left foot, he could strike out with a kick if need be, and the positioning of his hands was such that the hand 'supporting' his chin could swat away attacks high, and the one supporting that arm could swat away attacks to the body. It was, for those familiar with martial arts, an aesthetically modified version of Cat's Stance.

Given what had happened to him since his arrival, his caution could hardly be faulted. Thus far, he was two for two in having something bad happen to him when introduced to new leadership. Agent Love had, after all, shot him in the chest with that limiter disk, then Hyperion had promptly kicked his ass and showed him exactly how one dimensional his fighting style was.

That fight...

He kept running over it in his head, counting the things he'd done wrong. Hyperion wasn't a faster striker than him. Or, even if he was, he wasn't so much faster to have made the fight so one sided. No, it was obvious to Dante that Hyperion was just that much better trained.

And that Dante had trained himself wrong.

Every move Hyperion made... He could see it like a picture frozen in his mind's eye. Each attack, Dante had seen coming. His reaction time, as evidenced by what happened with Agent Love, was fast enough he should have been able to do something, even if the distinct gap in skill meant he'd still get beaten. Yet all he could do was get tripped up and forced to kneel via an armlock. All because his first instinct, his first reaction was to try and disappear.

Only, disappearing wasn't an option anymore... Damnit all....

Had he really gotten so reliant on his powers that he couldn't react appropriately without them? Tch... The answer was obvious: Yes. Somewhere along the lines, he became so reliant upon his powers that his body used that as a go-to reaction to any danger. That, Dante knew, desperately needed to be addressed.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that, although he was on alert for attack, he barely registered any of what was being said. Truth be told, Tim Drake's approach to this whole thing likely would have yielded a far more cooperative Deadman than the tactics utilized by Agent Love. As they say, however, you never get a second chance at a first impression.

Dante's eyes locked onto Tim Drake when the silence caused by the end of his speech brought the Ghost child's mind back into focus. So this was the Titan Commander. He had managed to process that much while his mind lingered on the last fight. He seemed to have an entirely different mindset than Agent Love, but, given Dante's past experiences, his guard wasn't about to be lowered just by some pretty words. Not after his last few experiences dealing with the Titan's upper echelon.

In his peripheral view, he could see the other two. Needless to say, they seemed more interesting than the group he'd been with before. If nothing else, that much seemed to be an improvement. The girl was partially obscured by the other male, so he couldn't make out too much of her without taking his wary eyes off the Commander, but he could tell the other boy had a very familiar grin.

A smirk started to cross Dante's lips as well when the ghost child realized he was in the presence of a sort of kindred spirit. Yes, this group was already shaping up much more nicely than the one he was in before as far as he was concerned.

"So I've been here less than a week and they're already rearranging the leadership... Ain't that just fucking perfect...." Dante muttered with a touch of sarcasm, more to himself than to anyone else, but he didn't exactly try to keep quiet about it either. Given his experiences thus far, his cynicism was hard not to expect. "So, how long are these pleasantries going to last before you guys yank the rug out from under this group like you did the last one?" He inquired as he tapped on his chest where his limiter was still fixed under his shirt. Needless to say, he was still quite a bit salty about the method with which Agent Love applied his device, and his trust for anyone in a leadership position was at an all time low.

As far as he was concerned, it was only a matter of time before this 'nice guy' act got dropped and the shit hit the fan all over again.