Teen Titans: The New Titans

[Keyskull]

Sing-up here: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...The-New-Titans

!!KEY"S RP RULES!!
> First and foremost, this is a casual RP, meaning at least 5 sentences, decent grammar, no god-mods, and no meta-gaming (having your character know something they normally wouldn't.).
> In every RP I've been in, we've typed in third Person. And this RP will be typed in third Person. (IE: No "I" unless the character is
talking, Past tense, etc. “Bob walked to the door" rather then "I walk to the door" or "Bob walks to the door")
> No run-on sentences. Your sentence can be five-lines long, but it still counts as a single sentence. Please, no run-ons.
> No smexy time. You can have your characters be bf and gf with each other, and that's fine. But absolutely no smexy time.

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Your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright light. You notice you are in some sort of medical room, strapped down. You hear voices, but can't quite make out what they are saying.

Suddenly, you hear an explosion. Smoke fills the room, and sirens start to blare. You hear a voice whispering in your ear as the straps
binding you to a medical table are cut. The voice is masked, you can tell that much, it doesn't sound natural

"You don't have to worry; I'm on your side. I'm going to get you out of here. And I'm going to stop ID once and for all. You have
two choices, join me, or fall into ID''s grip. . . Again. I think the choice is pretty obvious."

What they're saying isn't making much sense right now. They lead you out of a tall building, shaped like a T.

ID? Who is ID?

The name starts to sound familiar. Your mind begins to clear. You remember you were walking home, when you were jumped by some goons. They kidnapped you and locked you in a cell for you don't know how long. You feel groggy, and assume it's because the the people you heard in the room you just escaped from put you under anesthesia.

ID is the person in charge of the Teen Titans, or so they say. Not much else is known about him. You doubt even other members
know anything about him.

"ID has been kidnapping kids and teens all over the place, meta-gene or no. He injects the meta-gene into the ones without,
sometimes killing them. He then brain washes the ones that survive, and turn them into his own army. He's also been rumored to
kidnap kids as soon as they're born."

You're not really paying attention anymore, your mind is swimming. The T shape of the tower brings back memories of stories you heard somewhere. Stories about the Teen Titans, being a force for good, not evil. You don't really believe those stories, though. All those things happened so long ago. What did they say... five centuries ago?

Wait . . . Meta gene . . . isn't that what gives people super-powers or something?

You look up and can tell that you are now approaching something big.

"We'll be safe here. This is our main base. You can call me Notch, and I'm the one in charge. ID's goons will never find us, no matter
how hard they look. I've been working with others like you and me for some time. We've been fighting ID and growing our numbers. Soon, we plan on infiltrating the Teen Titans, and taking ID down for good."

You begin to realize that you've gotten into something big this time, and there is no getting out until the end. You look around, now that the grogginess you felt earlier has worn off. You appear to be inside some sort of ship. You walk to the nearest window and look
out. The sea seems to be covered in fog... wait. that's not fog. Are those... actual clouds?

"Best be careful, mate." You hear a female's voice and look behind you. The hooded figure that saved you removes their hood and mask. "Don't want to abandon this ship while's she's moving. It's a looong way down before you hit any water. Now, why don't you introduce yourself. I hacked the files ID had on you, but I'd like to hear you tell me as well. Makes sure you’re not brainwashed or suffering from amnesia or something. We've already got a room set up for you. After we're done here, go get some rest, you'll meet the rest of the crew and the others we freed tomorrow. They may not look like much, but they're the best crew I can ask for."

---

Notch stood on the deck of S.S. Titans, her base of operation against ID. It was a high-tech ship, shaped like the ones pirates used centuries ago. However, it wasn't just any high-tech ship. It didn't sail.

It flew.

She watched as the clouds went by. It always helped calm her mind. "Alright. Time for me to get to work."

Notch headed down below to the bridge. "Mornin' Mark. Mind if I make a quick wake-up call?" She asked as she entered. Mark was the one who piloted the ship. He was wearing a dark-grey sweater, and a dark pair of blue-jeans. He also wore rounded glasses that reminded you of those ones you wear to watch 3-d movies.

"Go right ahead. Don't know why you bother asking." He answered, rather gloomy. He was never the one to smile.

"Cheer-up, Mark, We just made a dent in ID's forces. And it seems like a big problem we caused for him." Notch chuckled, then walked over to the intercom. Speakers where wired in every room on the ship. She'd sent the members she rescued yesterday to their rooms. And today they would meet the crew and learn the the rest of the layout of the ship.

"Rise and shine, guppies, today's orientation day!" She spoke, cheerful, but sternly. "Meet me on the deck in 30 minutes! Don't be late!" She took her finger off the speaker button. "See you in a few, Mark."

[adriane]

The announcement shook the girl from sleep, waking her enough to catch the ending of it and leaving her to wonder what was going on. She blinked a few times, pushing her bags away and rubbing her eyes. Was she seeing this right? Or was this some weird dream she was having? Under some tired delusion she briefly thought it'd be a good idea to pinch herself and see. That great idea was quickly brought down when she winced in pain. No, this was definitely real.

So where the hell was she? She didn't remember falling asleep here. Something about it seemed familiar though, so perhaps she had brought herself here. Pulling herself to sit on the edge of the bed, Tig tried to recall the events previous to waking up here. She was at the Home...and then she went to the doctor...not just any doctor, that weird one with the really cold hands. And then...and then she had to blast stuff and make wind and...and then... Tig's brow furrowed, trying to remember. Some strapped down bed, something about an ID...someone named None? No, Nada? Nudge? Notch? Notch! And then an escape, and a flying ship, and...and then now.

Curious to fill in the blanks and figure out what was happening, Tig got up off the bed and briefly looked around the room. Nothing special, and nothing that was hers. Making it to the door she left and stumbled around a bit, hitting a few locked doors and dead ends before finding her way up to the top deck and looking around for that Notch girl.

[PsychoMantis]

Skullomania woke up quickly. He was a light sleeper, not your average one though he would wake up to just about anything. He front rolled off of the bed and quickly got to his feet before attacking the air in a variety of karate attacks he had seen in movies but would hardly be practical in real life. He finished with the stance that Daniel-San did in the Karate Kid before Mr Miyagi told Daniel to do the Crane Kick. He looked around his surroundings. Dreary, dull the type you would see someone who filmed snuff films living in. He made his way out of the door he was supposed to meet the crew of the ship.

He had already forgotten that he had been saved. He was sneaking around the ship, crouching, pressing up against walls, occasionally kicking the odd fire extinguisher in teenage angst....or to look cool. He eventually made his way to the top deck. He hid for a bit before jumping out and saying in his most triumphant voice
"Begone Evil-Doer! Skullomania is here to save the day!"

[UnpredictableJ9]

Dominique Delgado was already awake before the announcement was given. He was organizing his room with telekinesis. "This is gonna make me lazy one day," he chuckled.
At the sound of the announcement he jumped into his costume. He was now Psychon. He headed out of his cabin and started towards the deck for orientation. "Time to show the noobs up," he said to himself.

[RBYDark]

"Rise and shine, guppies, today's orientation day! Meet me on the deck in 30 minutes! Don't be late!"

The words rang through the mostly bare room, and the young man sprawled over the bed stirred, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. It hurt to move - every bit of his body ached, with no clue as to why. Well..... he thought back to his hazy memories of the days before. Some idea as to why, but the dull pain still seemed excessive. He supposed it could be worse - he was freed now, he was alive, and was in a surprisingly good mood all things considered. He rolled out of bed - literally - and grimaced as he hit the floor. Bad idea. Wasn't doing that again. He disentangled himself from his blankets and glanced around the room. He didn't recognize this place at all. Well, of course from yesterday, this was where they told him to rest, but beyond that, not at all. It seemed fairly bare, nothing of his around. Nor was there a change of clothing.

...come to think of it...was he still wearing-?

It had escaped his notice before, but now as he adjusted to the aching, he was aware of something on his face, tied around his head. It didn't take more than a few seconds to tear off the mask. He glanced to the trash can, and then to the window. To his surprise, he was able to open the window, and he tossed the mask out, not bothering to watch as it fell below the clouds. There. No more masks. He exhaled deeply, a smile crossing his face. That was better. He couldn't do much about the rest of the outfit - he checked his reflection at the window and had to confess he looked rather dorky, pointedly ignoring the fact that he had not been captured wearing these clothes. Maybe if he asked, they'd let him get something different after orientation.

For what, he wasn't sure, but wasn't that the point?

He tossed the sheets back onto the bed and slipped out of his room. The place seemed nice enough, and he greeted crew members he passed on the way to the top deck - or, rather, as he wandered before someone took pity on him and answered his unasked question of the way to the top deck. He reached the top deck without any further incident and noticed one thing - he hadn't arrived first. He clasped his hands behind his back, waiting quietly, when there was a loud shout behind him.

"Begone Evil-Doer! Skullomania is here to save the day!"

He turned to see....was that another mask? His breath caught in his throat. Yeah, he was going to have a heart attack sooner or later, he just knew it.

[Keyskull]

Notch walked through the halls up to the deck. Her mind wandered thinking of what all the new members would be capable of. Of course, she already had an idea, having read their files. So many new members today, with such interesting powers to boot. She couldn't help but wonder how much damage this escape caused ID. Probably not as much as she hoped, but any amount was good enough. Everyone on this ship had been brainwashed and or captured by ID at some point.

After a while, small amounts add up.

She planned on introducing them to the main members of her crew, the members she herself escaped with, then she would-

"Begone Evil-Doer! Skullomania is here to save the day!"

She sighed as she approached those that had already arrived at the deck. This was going to be a long one.

"Skullomania, glad to see you up and at 'em! However, you'll find there is no evil on this ship." She stood before them, outfit on, mask and hood off. "Now, before the rest arrive, why don't you three tell me what you remember from yesterday?"

[Sora1297]

"Ugh, my head.. Oh god..." Marcus said, slowly getting up from the uncomfortable mattress he lay on. His head still ached from the massive pounding he had received the previous night by one Victin Croc. He closed his eyes and gently placed his hand on his... helmet? Marcus raised an eyebrow, and felt his head with his other hand. He was still wearing his helmet. Almost instantly, Marcus got up and quickly rushed up and ran over to the mirror in the dark room. He was still dressed in the suit that had been referred to as "Future-Boy".

"What? This is weird" Marcus said under his breath. "The last thing I remembered.. I was walking home, but the suit wasn't on me... I've gotta find out what's going on here." He glanced around the room,
looking for cameras. None. Man, these guys must be first time-kidnappers Marcus thought as he moved over to the door, standing back, getting ready to knock it down. He thrust his foot forwards, only to find out that the door had been unlocked the entire time, and merely flung open dramatically when he kicked it. "Either this is an obvious trap, or these guys are REALLY new to the whole "I kidnapped a hero" thing... Well, if it's a trap, I'm gonna find out eventually." Marcus said, before rushing off down the hallway and eventually coming to an opening, were he heard a boy loudly announce "Begone Evil-Doer! Skullomania is here to save the day!". Marcus rolled his eyes under his helmet, and walked over to a woman who appeared to be in charge. "Are you the one who runs this.... Flying-Machine-Thing?"

[Arandomname]

Waking up, Eliot looked around. Not really much to describe, a fairly standard holding cell, really--
* "Rise and shine, guppies, today's orientation day! Meet me on the deck in 30 minutes! Don't be late!" *
"Well, she doesn’t sound like a prison warden..." Eliot rubbed his hands together and pulled himself out of the bed and into his wheelchair. He could take chances, but why bother? They were nice enough to provide his custom chair, so best take that one, they might not know about the weapons system.
Once he was up and ready to head out, Eliot looked pictured the system that would be running the intercom, and thought:
Send: Be up in a few! Takes longer in a wheelchair. The message would, in theory, just play over the entirety of the ship in his voice. Would've been nice if he’d had time to pinpoint the deck, but oh well. That’s enough time spent not getting to the deck.
* “Be up in a few! Takes longer in a wheelchair.” *
Chuckling lightly to himself, Eliot wheeled his way out of the room. The top deck was pretty easy to find, and there were ramps, which was considerate of them even if his chair could probably take stairs faster than they could. As he entered the room, he sent one last command to the intercom system. A short fanfare burst through the deck's interior as he wheeled himself into view.
"Hello."

[PsychoMantis]

Skullomania moved his eyes to look around, not turning his head and still remaining in his triumphant pointing pose before realizing what she was saying was true. He resumed his normal state before approaching her and telling him what he remembered as of late. Which was
"Nothing!" he exclaimed before laughing joyously.
"I lost all memory after the experiment!" He then leaned in
"How do you know my name?"

[Keyskull]

Notch just crossed her arms and looked at Skullomonia, shrugging. "You said your name out loud." And she also read the files ID had on him. So he doesn't remember much of before? Well, that wasn't anything uncommon.

Notch looked at Markus. "Yes, I am. You have nothing to worry about, you're safe as long as you stay here."

---

Agrent woke with a start, hearing the Notch's announcement. "Wha- oh right. We're on a flying ship in the middle of who-knows where." She sighed, and rubbed her head. "Woah... talk about a major headache..." Wait. Ship. Notch. ID. Crew. This all lead to one important thing:

Not only had she been kidnapped -twice- but she was in a flying ship filled with people she didn't know.

How fun.

She stood and stretched her arms and wings.

"Well. Better head up there." She walked to the door, then looked around, remember she didn't know how she got to this room.

"This. Is. So. Not. Fun."