Young Justice RP :: semi lit

Rosa stood their aghast, "What the hell is your problem? Do you think you are the only one with problems and you are a freaking hypocrite. Don't criticize me for flirting when you flaunt yourself in the same manner. Its not my fault that you can't handle yourself and through knives because you have the self control of a three year old. Also you don't know a thing about me or what I have been though. I just tried to be nice and out of no where you blew up just get over yourself," she yelled as the girl sauntered out of the room.
 
Batgirl strutted into the dinning hall, "This is not the time for games," she said sternly, "We have a mission at hand, in which we have to transport a Class-A super villain to maximum security prison for the mastermind behind 87% of Gotham and Bludhaven's organized crime under ground and for the hundreds of people he has so ruthlessly slaughtered in cold blood. There are a lot of people out there who would profit greatly from the apprehension of the villain, Two-Face, and it a mission to be taken deathly serious. If you would like to stay here and help Red Tornado play 'den mother' then by all means do so," Batgirl turned on her heal, her cape twirled around her as she swept out of the room.
 
Rosa followed Batgirl out of the room, "Sorry I was just trying to get her on board with the mission and she just kind of blew up on me," she said still fuming. Thankfully she was already suited up and ready for battle. "I need a mission, just tell me who to attack and I am on it," she growled.
 
"If you've been as much as ive been through you wouldn't be yelling! If you had problems why aren't people on your ass 24/7? Huh? That's what I thought! And I'm not mad at you for flirting...I'm mad because of your kaddy way you do it!"


Miz turned back around and this time she was gone for good. She locked her self in her room and awaited batgirls orders on when to leave for the upcoming mision
 
Johnathan walked down the hall with measured steps astride Deadeye. "I don't know if you were briefed yet,but after we got back from Italy,I worked with the entire Wayne circle,and the world's best chemists to produce the ultimate LTL weapon. It's a nerve agent that works through vapour inhalation,skin absorbtion,or bloodstream circulation. It'll lock out all concious impulses to the arms and legs,and make them go limp. We call it Lockdown Paint." They entered the armoury. Johnathan walked up to the cage,and asked Deadeye, "What calibre?"


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The doctor smiled,and held Surtr down. "Easy,now. The Young Justice team brough you in. You were being carried by a young man in a wheelchair,actually. Now,I know what happened. However,I'll still treat you. What is your name?"
 
Mizuki decided it was time to stop hiding. She wanted to apologize to Hatfield and ask her what to do for the next mission. Miz threw every thing else that was going on to the side and focused like batgirl wanted. She found bat girl and said in a plain voice "I just want to say I'm sorry. I should've left the cooking to the chefs...but I'm here now and I'm 100% ready for this mission...just say what to do and its done."
 
"You can call me Surtr," the youth replied, calming down a little, "What exactly did happen anyways?"


The steady, mechanical noises of the artificial lung pumping was the only thing to break what was otherwise silence in the relatively empty hospital room.
 
The hospital was a rush of activity like usual, but once a nurse had seen Flare she reacted rather quickly to the situation. Not showing any response to her costume, the woman had guided her into a room that was just emptied. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the nurse slowly pried her old clothes away and gave a frown at her wound.


“Wow, you ruptured your eardrum really badly” she noted, and then started getting some things out, guess she wasn’t a nurse...


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Flare walked out of the hospital with a lot of pills and a bandage wrapped around her head, the nurse making her take off the mask. It made her hesitate, but she eventually turned away and took it off, the nurse being very careful not to pass the invisible line. After she had tied it back on and the doctor told her that if she had left it, it would have healed on its own as long as no infection occurred.


Flare always felt she would rather be safe with her own health, and the doctor gave her some medication to speed along the healing. Then of course, something to alleviate the sharp pain that still existed in her right ear.


Flare stood outside of the building, thinking back to what Silver Banshee had said to the spy, and she shifted her weight. Her conscience was bothering her, even though she knew well enough that she did not want to be involved. All the same, she forced herself into the tiny space of the transporter, turning her body awkwardly as she ended up in the Hall of Justice. The machine had not said anything about recognizing her, and she wondered if she could have thrown in the documents.


Then again, it was lucky she didn’t when they had a spy in the ranks…almost to make sure of it herself; she patted the documents under her costume. Then she was off, looking for some kind of detonation in the teleporter links and even stepping through some as she looked. She came upon the right one, an insignia, of “y.j.” that was carved into the plaque beside it. Hoping that she could step through this one as well as the last one, she stepped into the doorframe.


She walked through rather easily, and she ended up in a very high tech room with other teleporter slinging the sides. After a moment, she found the door and as she walked up to it, it slid open revealing an artificially lighted room. Always nice to know that there was a power source in case of laser use, as she examined the room. She had no idea where she was going, so she let herself trail in rather slowly…
 
"You see, I still don't understand these new-type bullets. I also understand that you guys had that custom rifle I had modified. Why not just check it for me?" He said in reply to Singularity as they walked to the armory. After arriving in the armory, he saw a familiar case which was the size of a normal backpack. He opened it to show Singularity a rifle. It was a compound rifle. "Any normal person to shoot that would have their arms ripped off because of the recoil. I don't know what these people from tech division did to it though. I personally liked it before when it could pierce through metal and concrete walls."
 
Johnathan approached the box,which held the rifle. He picked it up,and gave it a gentle shake. "Recoil comps. One in the stock,one in the housing...And I think a micro comp along the barrel. Clever,clever..." He examined the reciever. "EM Coils. Interesting...You have a chemical launch mass accelerator rifle. The techs are geniuses." He handed the rifle back to Deadeye. "7.62mm NATO standard." He walked back to the cage,and retrieved several magazines of the appropriate Lockdown Paint ammunition. He handed one mag to Deadeye,and set down ten more beside him.


"When someone makes a move on Two-Face,I'll give the order for the Hornet to fly in. You won't have line-of-sight until I disembark and join the fray. Then the pilots will move to engage the hostiles. They won't actually be aiming to hit." He looked at Deadeye. "Any of this sinking in?"


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The doctor nodded. "Yes,Surtr would be an appropriate name for you,considering what you have done,two days ago...Apparently,you engaged Thor,the Norse God of Thunder to single combat. And won through decapitation." He looked Surtr in the eyes. "Do you recall these events?"
 
"Heh, if it's about shooting, you're preaching to the wrong person. Getting me closer is good enough. I'll handle the rest." He saw his pistols in the same case and picked them up. "Mind if I try them?" he walked to the nearby firing range counter. It was a close distance compared to what he usually does. And as the target marker was placed at the far end by a crane, Deadeye started shooting consecutive shots at it, emptying his magazine. After he stopped shooting, the crane started moving the marker closer to them. "Perfect. I'll need those bullets for these just in case." he said as he left the gun on the counter with the marker in front of it. Deadeye shot with near perfect precision that the marker appeared to only have one hole, slightly larger than what a normal bullet could do.
 
Johnathan marvelled at Deadeye's accuracy. His name is accurate. He plucked up the hangun,and noted it's calibre. ".45 NATO standard. Damn,you like big bullets." He motioned for Deadeye to follow him to the ammo cage,where he began pulling out magazine after magazine of .45 NATO Lockdown Paint. "How good is your grip? We'll be riding on the OUTSIDE of the Hornet."
 
"Did you say outside?" Deadeye said as he raised a brow. "Ahaha-are you serious?" his laughing expression quickly shifted to a stern one as he asked. Well, he did sign up for suicidal odds. "Bugger." he cursed to himself. "I can more or less handle myself. Telling me the details of this trip would've been really nice." he complained. "Well, if that's all that we need to check on, I have to go to change into my suit."
 
Johnathan waved for Deadeye to go. "That's all. You can bring a belay cable if you think it'll make you safer. We'll be on opposite sides of the craft." He left the armoury,and made his way back to the conference hall at a run. He got there in less than a minute,due to his strength. He retrieved his helmet,saluted,and asked Batgirl, "Anything I need to know?"
 
Suiting up quickly, Sheena follows Rosa and Batgirl, completely ignoring Mizuki when she follows after apologizing after her little blow up. Though Mizuki's shouted history was bad, of course, it was no worse than Sheena's, and she was incredulous that the girl would choose to shout it out publically...but then, what could you expect from a bipolar cheerleader? This girl was going to screw things over.


Nodding to Batgirl in agreement with Rosa, she says," Yeah, just tell me who to go for and what to do and I'm on it."


To Rosa, she tries to communicate telepathically, as she had before while in Lycan form; she's never attempted this as a human and is unsure if Rosa will hear. "That Mizuki chick is freakin' insane, she's trouble without a doubt. She's going to end up getting us all killed one day. We've gotta talk to Batgirl about her after this, who would have a single conversation with her and still think it's all right to let her join?"
 
Jacob walked in the room, looking like he just had the fight of his life in his head since he was holding an ice-pack to his fore-head. He was still holding the weapon wrapped in cloth, but now it looked like he was having a hard time with it as it looked so heavy. "Sorry I'm late. Dozed off in bed." He was speaking in a panic all of a sudden, he had to say something more believable. "Ok, fine, i was training in my room and knocked myself out with the butt of the katana. Even I have bad days."


((OOC, can someone please bring me up to speed on what i missed?))
 
Deadeye quickly suited up. He had his shock discs adjusted since the output didn't even faze Abomination the other day. He checked all his things one by one. He had his pistols, ammo, grapplers, shurikens, kunais, and his favorite dagger. He placed them all in their respective holsters on his person. He was more or less ready. Marcus grabbed his rifle which retracted conveniently into a much manageable size.


He made for the conference room again to see what else needs to be done. After entering the room, he noticed a pretty dazed Fallen.


"Now you're the one who's spacing out." he said as he tapped him by the shoulder. "Don't you have preparations to do? Alice-err... Batgirl isn't the lenient type it seems." he added. Looking at Batgirl, he approached her who was with Singularity. "Sorry if I took my sweet time."


((OOC: Reaper, you were already in the room. You woke Deadeye from his daydream. Everyone's getting ready for the next mission. Deadeye and Singularity volunteered to ride the Hornet while everyone else is assigned to the ground team I think.))
 
It was a short, small room that Flare pinpointed as some sort of security room; which made sense considering she had just walked in off the street. The next steel door wouldn’t open for her, and the cameras seemed to scan her accusingly, letting out a small rhythmic beep. With a frown, she headed back into the room without cameras, annoyed that she wasn’t able to help.


Sighing, she let her head lull back her eyes scanning the florescent lights ever so slowly before looking back at the door. Her mouth was pulled to the side as she scanned the edges of the doorway, supposing it was one way to make an entrance. On the other hand, the door did look very high tech and helped keep out intruders; there was a chance she would get billed, or even worse hunted after. The cameras did see her….


As she tried to make the decision, her feet paced the floor and eventually she stopped, spinning on her foot to face the door. Squaring her feet, and looking at the door again, she frowned, there was no way… All the same, her right arm lifted while the left supported it and she felt her hands twitch slightly before throwing them down.


“Not doing it…” she surmounted, shaking her head
 
(( OOC Ok forget my previous post then.))


Jacob began observing the surrounding team. Things were becoming rather tense, but people were adjusting so far. Speaking of which, he looked down at the weapon in cloth he held. He still had a few questions to why it was in his hands, but he'd rather ask those to someone outside of both outside the hero community and his own.


Hearing what he could of the plan, he stepped forward with his thoughts. "I can keep an eye on things in flight while checking on the transport. If i know some of the party comers, they might have a few cloaking tricks up there sleeve." He glanced at Rosa quickly, "Wouldn't want to be caught unprepared, would we?"
 
Batgirl confirmed with the Commander and gave the helmet back to Singularity. She glanced around, making sure the team was assembled, "If everyone has their necessary gear ready, then it's time we head down to the teleporters," She nodded stiffly and swept out of the room. Batgirl walked along, not bothering to make sure whether the team was following, she didn't have to hold hands. The scanners on the doors in front of her recognized her signature and opened automatically for her and the other members of the team. She came upon the last door to the teleporter room, when the door opened for her, Batgirl was mildly shocked to find another person on the other side. Batgirl stopped, "Flare," she said, "Glad to see you found your way here,"





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Wax dripped down the candles as their light flickered upon the walls, casting wicked shadows across the threshold, with their light quickly fading as it struggled to spider up the tall vaulted ceiling within the catacomb. The air was dry, musky, and held a heavy silence that hung in the space like thick blanket of snow, one could hear another's heart beating merely by listening closely. A very long, thick table of dark coloured wood stretched the majority of the room, lined with easily a hundred or so tall straight-backed wooden chairs. Every single seat was occupied, all were listening, waiting, not daring to breathe more than a shallow breath and break the perturbed stillness.


Doctor Doom sat forward in his chair at the head of the table. He was leaning on his elbows, his fingertips pressed together in a posture of deep calculation. His fingertips drummed together melodiously, the short sound of the tapping echoed through the cavernous chamber. A deep shadow, cast by Doctor Doom's hood, covered his masked metal face from which he hid a cracked smiled, amused when his subordinates jumped at the tiny sound that ripped through the utter silence like a razor blade through warm butter.


Doctor Doom was a patient man, and enjoyed keeping those around him waiting on his will. His eyes roamed around the table of mismatched members of the villainous underground, the most influential towards the head of the table and cascading down to the average villains at the opposite end. He chortled softly, "Ah....Silver Banshee," he finally began, he didn't move other than the muscles to speak, and though his rough voice spoke softly, it seemed very loud in the learned quietness to those gathered around the table, "Have you not something to share with me?"
 
Following behind Batgirl, stopping when she does outside the teleporter door, Sheena looks past her to the person inside the teleporter room. Flare...Batgirl looks shocked by it, but Sheena isn't sure exactly why that would be. Was she not expecting Flare to be able to get in there, for some reason? Had she broken in?


"Are you caught up on what we're doing?" she asked Flare.
 
Silver Banshee perked up the moment her name was spoken, a rather sultry smile appearing on her face as she flipped the mass off her hair back. She had been perched owlishly in the chair that she was given, and more fascinated with the people around her. Doctor Doom had called on her though, and she let out a short high-pitched laugh, kicking her feet slightly up in the air. “Young Justice Think they can take Two-face just like that!” she spoke brokenly, losing her answer as fast as she had it. “Not sure where they’re going but we know where their leaving” she notes, the same smile pulling at her face.


Then, with no response, it turns into a nasty scowl “MOUNT JUSTICE!” she yells, crossing her arms rather pompously across her chest. Feet sliding off the edge of the chair, she lurches forward in her chair and lets her folded arms hit the table. “I think we should get our friend back” she notes, lowering her head to wait for a response from Doctor Doom.


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The ever bothersome door had started a scan when Flare wasn’t even in its range and she realized that someone was coming through them. The girl waited on bated breath, almost ready to vanish from site even though she knew it was probably only a Young Justice member. As the doors slid open, she was found to be mistaken in a good way as what looked to be the whole team stood there.


Flare raised a tentative hand in response to Batgirl, seeing it shaking by no process of her own, and taking in the rest of the group. Legs was the first of them to greet her…sort of…as Flare was asked if she knew what they were doing. With a rather long pause, she narrowed her sharp blue eyes as she had finally come up with an answer. “Not exactly, but I’m not the only one crashing your party” it was short, and she felt herself fidget under the need to explain more.


“I think Silver Banshee is paying you a surprise visit” was all she finished with, peering closely at them again.
 
"Silver-" Sheena starts, startled, but then cuts herself off. Sheena has never heard of this Banshee person, but from the look on Flare's face...obviously not good, obviously an enemy. Obviously someone new to battle....she was in the BUILDING?


She looked Flare over again more quickly and with some urgency now, seeing the discomfort of her posture and the narrowness of her eyes, then glances both at the ceiling and behind them, half expecting the Banshee to ambush them out of nowhere before she continues. "Is she here? Now?"
 
Jacob's blood froze in his veins. "Silver Banshee? here?" He collected himself before panicking. Ninja's do not panic, they improvise the next situation while covering the possibilities. "Okay, before we lose our heads, Flare, how do you know she's coming for us?"


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Insane laughter broke the silence in the room once Silver Banshee made her statement. "Nice idea. We'll bring a parade and fruit baskets with dynamite shall we?" Joker said sarcastically. "Any nincompoop would know that they would be rolling out the red carpet for us before we get there. This is Two-Face we're talking about. Though it was his fault he was one voice short in his head, the other one knows a tad too much. I say forget the rescue and burn this lose end." Joker slammed his fist on the table with a smile on his face. "Give him a merciful reward and give him a quick death. WITH A BIG FAT BANG!"
 
Eddie Brock sat across at the table with others. Some he recognized others he tried to ignore. He laughed at Jokers comment. "A merciful death? That's not your style clown. Two-face is one of us and we don't abandon our allies."
 
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