[IC] Marvel/DC: The Coming Storm

[chukklehed]

Archangel Michele sat on a small ledge, about halfway up one of the skyscrapers that littered the city. She was happily enjoying her breakfast, a luxury that had been exceedingly rare since she had flown into New Metropolis. As she ate, she looked over the city, kicking her legs a little over the ledge. Secretly she pittied those who were forced to walk on the ground everywhere. For her, there was no greater joy than being up high, where she could see everything and enjoy the ultimate freedom of the sky. Except they weren't free, not really. It was easy to forget their self proclaimed 'god' when he paid no attention to them. She found herself wondering once more if it was really a good idea to try and take him off his throne. As far as she knew, there was no reason for him not to be a god, and for all anyone knew he was a god. She absently touched the soft feathers of her wings, wondering what use it was to be born an angel with no knowledge of the heavens.

[Argetlam350]

Legion Once more she sat on the rooftop of the tallest building she could find watching and arguing with herself. Just another average day for her. She merely was sparing some time before having to head off to work once more. The new bodyguard was somewhat more tolerable at least. He merely seemed to reply with grunts and head movement to her so it was an improvement along with not having him look at her lustfully like some did. It also meant a chance to run in with the ever so witty Killing Joke. It seemed her boss had a long business plan to have with him or at least some plans for a few months perhaps. It was rare to find someone as insane as her in this world so she found him interesting to say the least about him. If only the sky was red, a voice hummed ,or perhaps black. Which is better blood or eternal darkness? BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOOOD, BLOOOOOOD, BLOOOOOOOOD! Mahahaha! My mind is on fire! another replied with little sense. It seemed Legion's quiet time was at an end as she leaped off her perch and swung to another building."Sweet chaos, that is what I love," she said to herself ",The screams of my enemies are such lovely music to our ears."

[Masaki Haruna]

Slipstream Vibrating so fast that she could just be called as an 'it', androgynous known by many and a pink blur as well, Slipstream has been roaming around quick in New Metropolis; Doing her vigilante activity of saving people in a flash. Even missionaries have their standards but that doesn't mean she will stray away from her mission and lead astray, I need to gather enough force, I need access to the speed force. She thought to herself as she keeps running, a sonic blur that is pink. To each is her own, just keep running, calm before the storm. Nicolas Constantine, by this time he should be the head of Wayne-Stark Industries. I guess I'll go pay a visit. She run as fast as she can, looking for clues, anything. And then she broke into the Wayne-Stark Industries. WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! @Demon Shinobi I let you decide what happens next.

[Demon Shinobi]

Killing Joke, New Metropolis

"Alright. Time to conduct some business. And scope out the smokin hot secretary while I'm at it." Harrison laughed as he finished suiting up and climbed out of his window and up to the roof of his apartment building. He was pretty well off. He had a loft in a 28 story building. "Gotta love New Metropolis." He chuckled to himself as he stood up straight. "Beautiful day for a birthday." He paused. "But even better for kicking some ass." With that he was off running across his rooftop, before leaping off. He was about his travels like this, using hooks and lines, coupled with natural skills and the surrounding environment to traverse the city. It was pretty easy for him. Like an even more hardcore version of Parkour. One that he did well. He was making his way calmly paying attention to what was around him, but not all that much. Seriously, it wasn't like a normal sneak attack would work. Besides, he was just going to get the job and do it. Such was the life of a merc. "Wonder how that Legion babe is?" He asked with a small grin.

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Nicolas Constantine, New Metropolis

"That damn Tesla. He should have mentioned he'd be needing to stabilize himself before we did anything." Nicolas complained as he walked around the rather large office situated on the top floor of Wayne-Stark Industries. "The blokes got me trapped running a business, stuck in the highest room of the tallest tower like some bloody fairytale princess." He huffed as he ran his fingers through his hair. Things were so boring that he could barely stand it. He might have even said that if he hadn't heard the alarms. "What kind of an idiot..." He stopped. Was someone after him? No probably not. Not in broad daylight like this, in a room with some of the best security cameras on the planet and some of the best defenses around. So who? Or what? He didn't attempt to stop them. He pressed a button. "Shut down the bloody alarm. I'll handle whatever makes its way into my office." He said as he waited, while unbeknownst to him was a Pink blur making it's way to the building that was apparently his for the time being.