Casan: The Park "Rollerskating? I've only seen it in movies but to try it for myself? I suppose I would be willing to try", Casan was curious about this rollerskating, it had been his goal to familiarize himself with human culture and so took almost any opportunity to do so. But something was...wrong. He could hear noises which sounded like a struggle was taking place not far from where they were. "Do you all hear that?", he asked. Part of him was hoping it was something that required his attention but another part wished it was nothing so he could go rollerskating with the team. ----------- Josephine: A Night Out The sound of a knocking on her door broke Josephine's focus towards the laptop screen. "Yeah just a second!", she called out as she ran into her room to grab her things. Opening the door she was instantly greeted with a huh from Sera. "So are you ready to go or what?", Sera asked before entering Josephine's apartment. "Yeah just give me a second to...", she had forgotten to close her laptop which displayed all her blackmarket contacts, target information, future plans, and various other things which should not be seen by her normal life. She quickly went over to it and slammed it shut before Sera had a chance to look at the screen. "What's up with you?", she asked "You look on edge" "I'm fine I just was just.., she looked towards the tv "thinking about the news" "Yeah I was watching it before I came over. Don't worry I'll protect you from the Meta Hunter", Sera replied mockingly. If only she knew the irony in that statement. "Very funny. Alright so you know that underground night club you always want to go to?" "You didn't!" Josephine held up two sapphire colored tokens and smirked, "Two VIP passes to Sin". Sera's reaction was priceless, she screamed and jumped for joy before hugging Josephine as hard as she could. Sin was the hottest underground nightclub in Happy Harbour and she and Josephine had VIP access passes to the members only area dubbed "Lust". "Alright Alright, we should get going if we are going to make the most of the night", Josephine didn't have to wait for Sera as she had already run out the door. The two made their way through the streets of Happy Harbour and ended up in a dead end alley. At its end was a black door with a blue light shining down above it. There was a guard as well, he was tall and built and wore all black. The girls approached the door and the guard held up his hand signalling them to stop. Josephine presented the two sapphire tokens and the guard gave them a warm smile, "Welcome to Sin, ladies. Enjoy your night". The door opened to reveal a dimly lit staircase and the the sound of dubstep could be heard below. They reached the bottom and opened another door to reveal the nightclub in its full glory. The massive room walls were lined with artworks(not that they'd be seen properly as the only illumination was a series of strobe and purple lights. At the center was a large dance floor with color changing panels and at one end of it a DJ booth which was being operated by a Skrillex wannabe. The bar was top of the line with shelves upon shelves of alcoholic drinks, some many have never have heard of. Lastly at the far end of the room were double doors which led to the VIP area. "Lets have some fun here before going in to the VIP area!", Josephine had to practically scream to be heard by Sera. "Sounds good to me!", she replied before leading Josie to the dance floor. The night went by smoothly: the girls got their drinks, they danced a little, mingled with the other clubbers, and eventually made their way to the VIP area. It was mainly for Metas which was why Josephine got the passes, she had been planning to hit this place a while ago and figured now was the perfect time to get a look of the inside. Once inside the girls experienced the darker side of the club. There they found others getting...acquainted with each other along. Some were enjoying exotic narcotics and other not so legal indulgences. Josephine simply sat in their booth with a bottle of Ciroc as Sera tried a hallucinogenic plant called "Ladric Leaf". "Are you feeling anything?", Josephine asked. Sera was in no condition to answer and was only able to yell out, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" "...yep she's feeling it"

After about an hour Theo had dropped a multitude of micro tracers all across the city. One at a bank, a shopping mall, and a final one at a gas station for those extra explosions. After this attack I might need some extra funding, going to have to reach out into the underworld for that though. At least I'll only have to do that if these heroes are underwhelming. Theo thought to himself, lifting up a hand he viewed the wrist watch he had been carrying with him. The time was close at hand, his two hours were almost up. Now all he had to do was put himself in a good spot to watch, looking around he noticed a cafe with an excellent view of his targets. Perfect. Theodore had specifically ordered his drones to merely cause destruction and mayhem, as opposed to purposefully killing people. No need to give the heroes a reason to hate me...yet. So close to the fireworks, I can almost taste the destruction. To tide himself down until his drones automatically launched he decided to get a snack, though the cafe didn't serve popcorn they did offer a multitude of other meals and drinks. "I'll take a coffee, black."

John aka TK John strutted into the apartment building, a smirk on his face. The building was one of the bigger places in the coastal city, and was home to the richest citizens. It was the closest thing to luxury John would find in the city. He approached the man working the lobby, placing his hands on the desk and leaning forward. "Sir, I would like to go about purchasing one of your abodes that you offer here. How would one go about that?" he asked, grinning maliciously. The desk worker cautiously handed John some paperwork, never taking his eyes of him. He went and sat down, withdrawing a pen from his pocket. He filled out the paperwork then brought it back. The man cautiously told him that he'd have to wait a few days before he would actually own the apartment and be able to move in. John smirked before raising his hand and clenching it, emanating Darth Vader. The man clawed at his neck, choking. "I need that apartment today. Alright?" The man nodded and was rewarded with a gentle set down on his seat. He quickly gave John the keys to his new apartment, stating that a realtor would be by to see him tomorrow morning. "Thank you," John glanced at the man's name tag, "Arthur. I trust you'll keep this to yourself," John smiled before going out, grabbing his bags, then heading up to the seventh floor where he was released into his new apartment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lucy aka Torch Lucy heard a child's scream and her head whipped around, just in time to see a man, his arms made of metal, hurl a Frisbee at a fleeing child. She reacted quickly, her palm shooting in front of her, splayed. The light from a nearby street lamp shot forward, solidifying and knocking the deadly flying disk off of it's intended path, instead it became lodged in a tree. Lucy began storming over to the man, her red hair giving her a look of an angry woman with fire on her head. Normally she would have a uniform on, but when she was off duty she went without. Which meant she was about to go fight crime in a blue sundress and sandals. She hadn't thought this through.

"There goes the afternoon", Casan thought as he ran up to confront the cause of the disturbance. A man adorned in a strange uniform apparently was attacking children...with a frisbee. Normally he would not see this as a threat but the man's arms were made of-metal? Standing beside Lucy he opened his mouth to prepare to fire his quills however he was unsure if they'd have any effect on someone made of metal. "If I changed shape now I risk seriously injuring myself. If I dont I could fail at protecting these people", the decision was not hard to make as he began to change into a Silverback Gorilla. As soon as the transformation was complete he could feel a sharp pain in his leg. The hole had expanded with him and would now be bigger when he changed back. "Must ignore it. The priority is subduing this man"

Rather than respond, hunter merely growled. He was now consumed by his rage. Since it couldn't be used on the damn kids, it would need to be focused on the next nearest target. As if on cue, a new group of people arrived. One of them had the gall to ask him if there was a problem. Of course there was a problem! Lashing out, his fist went straight for the mans face. Did he pay attention to who he was attacking? No. Did he really care? No. He was pissed, and he was sure that by the time he was done someone would be dead. ((I'm posting from my phone. Please tell if any errors))

Warren had an abundance of free time on his hands since declining any further contracts for a time being, all in hopes to score big with Orb Weaver. So he decided to visit a man by the name of Radomir, an elderly gentlemen of Czech decent. The same man that designed and built the suit that Warren wears to adorn the guise of Bolt, the Shocking Merc. He zipped through the power lines within Gotham until finally reaching his target location. Shooting out of the cable and quickly reverting back to normal as he landed. Warren cracked his neck to the left and right before entering the door. Descending down the stairs to the basement was the only way to reach Radomir but not before stopping at a heavy steel door with a number pad entry lock. Warren entered the 6 digit code and passed through the threshold of a brilliant inventor. Walking into the first open door put Warren inside the developmental room where he was easily able to find the grey bearded man. "Ah, mister Bolt, jak se máte? How are you?" he repeated in english, some times forgetting that he slips into his native tongue from time to time. "I hope there's nothing wrong with the suit." Radomir added with a worried look. "It's fine. Just dropped by to see if you had any new projects." said Warren as he looked around, glancing at the various gadgets and vials that lined the shelves. "I do have something you may like." Radomir said with a devilish grin. He walked over to a desk and handed a small metal puck to Warren. "This is one of a few prototypes that I've designed especially for you. Simply apply an electric current and throw. The device has a 3 second delay before emitting wide arcs of radiant electric current for about 10 seconds. Great for setting traps, distractions or whatever clever use you can think of." he said with a pleased tone. "And how many of these do you have?" Warren asked but as he did, Radomir handed him 4 more. "I will begin making more now that I can see they have caught your interest. You must leave me to work. Good day to you mister Bolt." he said in joking manner but he turned his back to the desk and began tinkering on what must have been another puck. Warren slipped the 5 he had been handed into his pockets and headed out. Radomir gave Bolt his brilliant prototypes in exchange for help acquiring rare materials or components. This was the nature of their relationship. Once Warren was back outside, he stretched a little before looking up at the clouds and closing his eyes. In a flash and loud crack, he vanished.

Charles followed Guardian Angel to a place where Jason Todd's memorial was and she showed him the tablet. It was hard to desipher at first, but he soon was able to read the words. "It reads, 'No secret too deep for us to see. The wish of the heart revealed. It shall be granted upon ye.' It looks like some kind of message, but I don't really what the purpose is and why it would be on a tablet so old" Charles said to her. ------- Nikolai did care about the safety of children, but drawing this much attention would not turn out too well. When Hunter lashed out at him, Nikolai was knocked off his feet and he clutched at his face in pain a short moment. "You foolish bastard! I'll take off your head!" Nikolai shouted as he got back to his feet and using his superhuman upper body speed, Nikolai threw an extremely sharp sawblade that was specially designed to spin and cut through metal while flying. The projectile was heading straight for Hunter and Nikolai was waiting for the saw to slice off the man's head.

Jacque yawned as he walked lazily through a park, opting to take a scenic route that lead to his flat. In one hand dangled a small brown cardboard box tat vibrated and let out a small squeak every now and then. "Oi, keep it down in there." Jacque said as he shook the box a bit, rattling the rather fat rat inside into silence. After a few seconds of this, Jacque continued on his way "That's better. Remi's gonna have a field day with you. Should've laid off on all those oats bud, maybe id've picked someone different.". Shifting his back pack a bit, Jacque was coming close to the exit when the sound of screaming children caught his attention, "What now?" he sighed as he looked for the source of the disturbance. It didn't take long, as all he had to do was look in the direction that some of the children and their parents fled from. The sight before him was indeed a spectacle to behold as several people began duking it out. At first it seemed to Jacque like a few people that had drank a bit too much or maybe some some sort of turf war, however both theories were tossed out of the window as one transformed into a massive gorilla, and another one looked a lot like the one he'd kicked in the head and held at gun point earlier in the day. "Nnnnope." Jacque said with a deadpan expression as he kept on walking, keen on avoiding what he could only assume to be the heroes he'd narrowly escaped from. Jacque's crime of the day was done, now all he wanted to do was go home, feed his pet, and peruse the internet for a new laptop. Maybe if the mood struck him, he'd go blow some of his money on overpriced drinks and other sorts of questionable vices, but for now, simply avoiding the carnage was good.

Huh, the words were somewhat cryptic. Saying them to herself a few times she picked the message apart. For Sarah she had context to go with the message. She knew that the stone had done to her, she had just lacked the why. The first part sounded like you couldn't hide anything. The wish of the heart was a little more confusing. Did it mean it would expose what you really wanted? And there was of course the ending which made it seem like a wish would be granted. If that was the case then it suddenly made sense why people would be after the thing. Something that could grant a wish would be absolutely priceless. She would have been seriously underpaid for a relic like this. But that still didn't quite explain why it made her a hero. Starting to pace she looked back through her memory in search for the answer. As far as she knew being a hero was never a thing she wanted. The whole reason she had been doing jobs was to keep above water. And in the case of the last job she could have been comfortable. It was then that a more obvious answer dawned on her. What if being a hero wasn't what that was granted? Stopping mid pace she though back to that night. She had been thinking of her mother. Still not making complete sense she followed that back further to when she was younger. Probably like many mothers, Sarah's had always called the her her Little Angel. It was a detail that was buried along with a lot of other memories after her mother passed away in an accident. She had made a promise to her and never kept it. At first she didn't notice, but she had she'd a few tears rolling down her cheek. Hoping that Charles hadn't noticed she wiped them away and turned slightly. "I think I get it now."

Even if Charles hadn't seen her cry, his magical powers could detect her emotion since it was a sad emotion. "What's does it mean? and why are you crying?" he asked curious to know.

Smiling a little she turned back. Even though remembering her mother was sad it was also kind of nice to think back to better times. "I was reminded of my mother. I neglected a promise I made to her. To always be her Little Angel." Somehow Sarah doubted she could have done much worse in keeping that promise. Looking at herself in the water she shook her head. "Strange. I guess I got what I always wanted and I didn't even know it."

Whoever these two were Casan knew that if he allowed them to continue going at each other there would be a lot of civilian casualties. His gorilla form allowed him to close the distance between himself and Nikolai with ease, "Sir i appreciate your concern for these people but I advise you to step back while we deal with the situation", hopefully he'd cooperate and let Casan work. It was clear the man was a metahuman by the sheer force he put into the throw of that sawblade. Why did he even have a sawblade on him anyway? That would have to be dealt with later because priority number one was subduing this metallic psychopath. He charged at him with as much speed as this form could produce before attempting to slam into him as hard as he could. His hope was that the impact would knock him out or at least force him to cease hostilities.

Robert Grayson, now Daniel Miller, was busy spending one of his few vacation days by exploring this new alternate Earth. It's been awhile since anything has happened, but why do I get the strangest feeling something is about to happen. He thought to himself as he finished a round of pull ups in his regular blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Looking at a map of Happy Harbor his eyes were drawn to the mountain. On my Earth the Justice Alliance had a base there, I wonder if this Earth is the same? "Except it's the Justice League here." Daniel mumbled to himself, giving a small chuckle afterwards. Daniel returned himself to a regular standing position and wiped himself off with a nearby towel. "Might as well see what's going on in this town." Daniel muttered as he moved himself to his couch and flipped the TV on. It was going on about a recent bank robbery and the heroes that had thwarted it.

As he exited the park, Jacque noticed a growing crowd of people milling about just outside of the park's entrance. Jacque's brow quirked a bit as he read the expression on their faces: some were scared, some excited, and some seemed absolutely livid. Perhaps it was because he was still bitter about his near thwarted robbery, or maybe because he wanted to see just how good he was at swaying people, but Jacque couldn't help but think of a way to use the crowd of onlookers to hassle the team of young heroes a bit. The criminal slipped into the crowd, standing in between an older man with a scowl, and a woman with her hands clasped over her mouth, and put on a hate filled glare "This isn't right.", he said, grabbing their attention. Jacque looked at the man and woman and gestured to the heroes, "What? You don't see the problem here? They just came in swinging! Not a single one of those "heroes" tried to get people to safety. I mean come on, there are CHILDREN here and they're acting like they don't care!" Jacque hissed venomously. As a few more people turned their attention to Jacque, older man's scowl deepened further, "Hey, hey yeah you're right! They just started fighting". A cacophony of murmurs began to arise from the crowd just before a teenage girl just a bit younger than Jacque spoke up, "Wait, I saw one of them deflect the weapon the bad guy was using!" she said in defense of the team, "Oh yeah? Well I didn't see her LOOK where she threw it. What if she'd redirected it at someone else?" Jacque spat back. The crowd now circled around Jacque, their eyes on him as he internally chuckled despite his sever expression, "What do you suppose would happen if someone got hurt by their actions, huh!? What, you think they'll try to reimburse you or settle it in court? NO! These people think that their powers make them above the law, and i'm sick of it! Who's looking out for us when these people destroy our property? You think your insurance company is going to cover your vehicle after one of them pancakes it and uses it as a bludgeon!?" The criminal roared indignantly. The murmurs in the crowd began to rise in volume as the mixture of emotions in the crowd began swaying closer towards ire. Jacque stood quietly as the people worked themselves up even further before he decided to stir up the hornets nest even further, "And what about what happened today, huh? Two men DIED in that bank robbery and they let one of the robbers escape! I bet they didn't even TRY to look for the last guy! Imagine what the families of those men must be going through knowing that one of the potential killers is still out there!". In truth Jacque's last statement made him feel a bit guilty as he was talking about himself. Mentioning the deaths of the officers to get a rise out of others felt low, even for him, however he pushed the thought away as it got the desired result. Now just about everyone in the crowd was angry, even the girl who'd originally defended the heroes. "I say we stop letting vigilantes who think they're above the law continue putting people in harm's way! LET'S LET THEM KNOW THEY'RE NOT WANTED!" Jacque snarled before pointing at the group of combatants in the park. The people didn't need to be told twice; they instantly turned and began marching towards the heroes and villains that did battle in the park, all traces of fear gone as they hurled all manner of insults and vulgar gestures at Casan, Nikolai, Torch, and Hunter. All of them except one: Jacque. Jacque stood back, all traces of his fake anger replaced with a smug smirk as he took a moment to admire his handiwork, "Let's see how you all like being held up." he said to himself before turning and continuing on his merry way home, enjoying the sounds of indigence from the folks he'd riled up even as they began to get fainter with his increasing distance.

With the blade deflected, Hunter could now focus entirely on the person who had just slammed into him. However, rather than be stunned or knocked out, he merely grunted from the sudden force. His metal arms gave him significant strength, and he knew it. Grinning, the overly-aggressive man shoved the brute off of him, and followed up with a strong punch to the guys face. As a crowd started to come towards them, he paid them no mind. He only had eyes for the opponent in front of him.

"Brute force won't be sufficient in bringing him down. If i can't beat him into submission I'll have to subdue him", Casan had only seconds to think of a form that could accomplish this. He doubted any creature had the strength to hold this man down and his venom would not have an effect on him either. Time was ticking and Casan was scrambling through his memories to find something useful. "Perfect". Casan's gorilla form underwent a terrifying transformation. The ape began to melt down as if it had been liquified. First the skin and flesh came off, sloshing down like mud off a wall. The bones followed suit but appeared as if they had lost all rigidity before becoming liquid. The process was fast and upon its completion revealed that Casan had become a symbiote. Now all he had to do was wait for the metal man to make a move. Before he could though Casan noticed the crowd of onlookers were no longer witnesses to the altercation but participants. They were after not only the one who endangered the children but he and Torch as well. "There is no pleasing these people", he thought to himself. Now things had become complicated. Should he continue to fight this man and risk hurting civilians or fall back and let him escape. There's no way I'm changing again. I'll be dead if I change into anything but my actual self. "Torch I could use some help here!", he called out. Hopefully this would end with minimal harm to the civilians despite their unruly behavior.

Warren reappeared in his secluded lair, a fall out shelter that no one has claimed in years. He quickly put on his suit and then slid his helmet on over his head, now sheathing his sword and knife. The prototypes that Radomir gave him, he latched to his belt and then teleported out as quickly as he arrived. A loud crack in the distance, emering in the park from earlier. He wanted to recon the area and see if any of the Young Justice members had shown but a much better event had occurred, Warren approached the crowd to see what was happening. He passed by a man that he believed to be Orb Weaver but perhaps this was his true identity. Bolt gave the casual head nod but kept moving, not wanting to miss an opportunity to test out his new toys. Now only 30 feet away from the crowd, all of their attention on the commotion ahead which Bolt still hadn't identified. It was likely a super powered battle but it could have easily been two chimps fighting with pocket knives. He didn't know, he didn't care. His hand reached for his belt and grabbed one of the pucks, readying it with his throwing arm. He sent a small charge through it to arm it and then let it fly past the crowd in hopes that whatever they were watching would have to deal with it.

Small doors opened up on the outskirts of Happy Harbor, more precisely, Theodore's hidden bunker. As the secret doors opened up a dozen black armored drones flew up into the sky, spraying their jet exhaust from their feet across the air as they flew around. The drones themselves looked like black mannequins, they had red 'V's in the place of their eyes, spiked knuckles, black armor, and fearsome skull like faces. The drones separated into groups of four as they scanned the town for their targets. The first four separated and left for the gas station, the brand name was unimportant. What was important was the fact that gasoline was flammable, and perfect choice for bait. The drones immediately sparked off yellow lasers from their hands, the first barrage missed, simply hitting windows or advertisements in order to allow time for any civilians to run off. Killing was not their current objective. The next wave however pierced the building itself, various gas pumps, and even a car. The gas pumps ignited then exploded into brilliant fires spreading out far into the sky and the area around them. The car exploded as well when the blasts from the drones pierced it's metal covering. The building's ceiling caved in as the robots blasted it, the explosion collapsed what was left. As the entire establishment went up in flames the robots stayed, continuing to shoot targets that no longer existed. The second squad veered off towards the supermarket, with no explosives present inside the damage would be considerably less. The first barrage fired into the air or harmlessly into empty parking spots. After a minute or two the robots began again, this time aiming their laser fire at the supermarket. Their blasts pierced straight through the ceiling collapsing parts of it, two of the robots separated and began firing at cars in the parking lot. The final group flew towards a bank. However it seemed the tracer present at the bank was carried off, someone with gum under their shoe must have stepped over it and carried it with them. The man who had unknowingly carried the tracker with him was currently in the park, enjoying a run with his dog. The drones homed in on the tracer and began a barrage. At first they missed, but their programming prevented them from purposefully targeting civilians so they continued to miss, at least until they would be attacked.

The rapid transformation of his enemy caught Hunter completely by surprise. Rather than the satisfying feel of metal hitting flesh, his fist flowed through his now semi-liquid enemy. Momentarily confused, Hunter took the time to check again that his enemy was no longer completely solid. Another punch confirmed it, as it wasn't very effective. However, rather than try and think of a way to beat his opponent, he merely kept throwing punches. Each time his attack failed, he grew angrier. Soon he was seeing red again, completely absorbed in beating his already viscous enemy into a pulp. Of course, he didn't even notice the liquid was sticking to him. Eventually, his fists became noticeably stuck, and he could no longer punch easily. ((I am unfamiliar with symbiotes, but from your post and Google I can assume that Casan is now in a rather non-solid form. If I am making a fool of myself, then I will remove this post and educate myself before starting anew))

"Now I have you", if Casan had a mouth at the moment he'd be smirking. With a proper grasp on Hunter the now symbiote Casan began to crawl up his arms and would soon envelope him. "This crowd is going to be a problem", despite not having eyes Casan could sense the crowd closing in on him and Hunter. If he didn't get this man under control and out of the area soon he'd be in serious trouble. Suddenly an explosion had gone off shortly followed by a smaller one. "Another problem to worry about". The situation was out of control, he had to end this now. He climbed further and further until he met the shoulders of Hunter. The part of Casan that was mot attached to Hunter made contact with his legs and began the ascent upwards. With the limbs restrained Casan began to move Hunter away from the crowd in a way that resembled a man being carried away by a black pool of tar.