An Outsider

Young Justice est. 2020

this should be our team's theme song

@Weird Tales

That song does not scream 'team of teen heroes' to me.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Might'a jumped the gun on the extension request. Should hopefully be able to get something up tomorrow. Watch this space.

Young Justice est. 2020

Is anyone interested in posting?

@Weird Tales

Happy now Tales? The Big Dog has posted, and all is good in the world.

Young Justice est. 2020

_{Washinton, D.C.}

The banks alarms were blaring in the background, wailing long and loud into the early-morning air. The honking of traffic, the babbling of pedestrians, the rattle and shake of a street that had underground trains running beneath the tarmac, the shouts and calls of those late for work as they blamed others for their mistakes. Even grunts, groans and roars of a police blockade paled to an insignificant mumble when compared to that alarms damnable wailing.

_{”I swear, by the love of Hera for her daughters, if someone doesn’t silence that infernal alarm soon I’m going to - .”}

“euurrgh.”

Nike, daughter of Herakles and Princess-warrior of the Amazons, was cut off by the semi-concious mumbling of the two-bit bank robber that she had caught – and physically subdued – fleeing the scene of his latest crime. She was bodily carrying him, slung over her shoulder like the useless sack of offal that he was, back to the bank that he and his cohorts had raided. She didn’t appreciate her morning being ruined by this pest’s shenanigans, and nor did she enjoy his ravings cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Silence, dog-breath!” She snarled, hopping slightly so that the man’s flabby stomach was bounced painfully upon her shoulder pauldron. His tired, pained groan was like music to her ears, and elicited a savage grin from the young warrior woman.

Up ahead, in front of the bank, she could see that her sister, Diana, better known here as Wonder Woman, had handily vanquished the other three ‘bank robbers’, and had since used the Lasso of Truth to bind the whelps together, and place them outside the scene of depredations where all and sundry could view them, and mock them for their folly. Or perhaps it was so the guardians of this city, its police, could more easily apprehend them.

Diana was in talks with a tall man in a blue uniform, though smiled and waved her over. Nike dumped her conquest with his fellows, being rewarded with another pathetic groan, before moving to join her sister.

“Nice work Wonder Girl.” Congratulated the man in uniform, Nike recognising him as one of these police officers, thinking that he may be a captain, though struggling to remember his name. “Didn’t think the getaway driver would get away from you … Though, I gotta ask, where’s the getaway car?”

“About a mile back that way.” Nike turned and pointed the way she came. “That fool crashed his little automated chariot into my midriff, so I flipped it onto his roof. He wasn’t wearing his ‘seat belt’. I think he came to regret that choice.” The police officer swore under his breath, and Diana gave her a stern look which was no doubt supposed to serve as admonishment, before the captain moved off to arrange a squad to pull the getaway car wreck out of the street, where it was no doubt now blocking morning traffic. He left the two sisters on their own, where they stood in silence for a few moments. Nike didn’t want to be the first to break it. She knew what would happen when she did, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Well?” Said Diana, in her gentlest tone. Seems she remembered what today was today. Damn it.

“Well, what?” Responded Nike, sounding every inch the petulant teenager.

“Nike. Don’t ‘well what’ me. You know what. Today is the day. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, you’re going to be late. You should be in Midway already. Nightwing and Zatanna had a tour or your new home all planned out, I’d hate for you to miss it.”

_{“I wouldn’t mind missing it.”} Nike muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing Diana. Just saying, if I am already late, surely there’s no point going now. I should just leave it today, and head over tomorrow morning, bright and early. Get the whole experience fresh! That makes more sense, yes?” It was Nike’s last, feeble gambit at putting off the undesired enrolment in the sidekick super team, one she doubted was going to work, but a woman must try. Diana’s throaty chuckle dashed her hopes surely and completely.

“Nice try Nike, but you’re not that late. If that was the case I could always fly you over.”

“No!” barked Nike, quickly putting that notion to the dirt. She was an Amazonian warrior, her pride wasn’t made for the indignity of being flown by her sister, hauled like a frightened rabbit by a glorious hawk. No, if she was ever going to fly it was either going to be by her own power, or by one of the Pegasi, the flying steeds of her people. Diana, who knew just how much Nike hated to be carried, smirked. She had won the argument – again – and was inordinately proud of herself for it. If she wasn’t her sister, Nike could really learn to hate Wonder Woman.

“Well then. I suppose I should be going. Don’t want to miss out on all the fun.” Nike practically spat the last word, though if Diana picked up on it, she chose to ignore it.

“Ah, my little sisters first day of school. I’m sad to miss it. If I didn’t have my meeting with the UN, I’d come with you.” Diana’s had smothered a loose forelock of Nike’s hair, an unconscious movement of sisterly love. “It won’t be so bad. You’ll see.” The two embraced for a long moment.

“If you need me …” Nike muttered into her sisters hair, her cheeks flushed as she fought to stop the tears running free. This would be the first time she’d ever been separated from her people, alone amongst the members of Man’s world, an Amazon alone. She hadn’t thought it would be so hard.

“I know, sister. I’ll miss you.” Nike was somewhat surprised to hear that Diana’s voice had cracked with emotion. As they pulled a part she seen that her sisters brilliant blue eyes were red-rimmed with tears, though her face was smiling. Diana run a soft finger down the side of her face. “Now go, before my resolve crumbles.”

One last tight hug, and the two parted. A waved goodbye, and Nike leapt high, fifty feet into the air, aiming in the general direction of Diana’s apartment, there where she would pick up her things.

And from there, Midway City.

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_{Midway City}

Nike kicked open the doors of the Midway mansion, her bag of clothes and personal belongings in one arm, her shield and bow gripped in the other, still garbed in her Amazonian armour. She hadn’t gotten the memo that civilians were to be living with them – well, hadn’t bothered to read any memos that came her way – and so hadn’t measured her entrance, or appearance, accordingly.

Seems she was late, as no one was present to meet her. Maybe she had missed the tour. That would be annoying. She didn’t even know where she was too sleep, or where anyone else was. She sighed in annoyance, before taking a deep breath.

“Anyone home!” She hollered. “Nike of the Amazons has arrived!”

Marvel REBORN (ALWAYS OPEN!)

@alexfangtalon@Bright_Ops@MThePathSeeker You guys alright? Haven't heard anything from you in a while.

Marvel REBORN (ALWAYS OPEN!)

The Heir to Thunder

_{Prince Faen Lokison}

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"So I seem to be out of moves at the moment." Faen couldn’t help but smirk. This was a man who hated to ask for help, so much so that it sounded like it was almost physically painful for him to even utter that ham-handed request. Maybe it didn’t hurt as much as the Behemoth’s fists, but hurt nonetheless. That said. Faen was of half a mind to make him beg, say please at the very least, for that ‘need help’ comment if nothing else.

Then again, that was hardly very heroic of him. Well, not very Thor-ish or Captain America-like of him. From the research he’d done into the former Avengers members, he had developed the distinct impression that Tony Stark was a dick of legendary proportions, and more than likely would have made a man who had mildly annoyed him once beg for help when stuck in a life or death situation. But did he really want to be the Iron Man of tomorrow? Stark was hardly the most emulation worthy of the heroes of yesteryear. Hel, some would say he was only one step away from being a super-villain himself. Maybe asking yourself the question, ‘would Tony Stark do it?’ wasn’t the best qualifier of what constituted a great idea.

With an audible sigh the half-breed took a step forwards. Being a hero was starting to seem so utterly unrewarding. Can’t even let annoying blonde twats get splattered by inter-dimensional brutes. Where’s the fun?

With a furrowing of his brow, realising that what he was about to do was incredibly. Mind-numbingly, truly note-worthily stupid, Faen shouted; “Hey! Ugly!” The Behemoth ceased its assault on the blonde human to swing towards the Prince of Lies, its small piggy eyes round-open in surprise, the dark orbs quickly narrowing in suspicion.

“Blondie over there isn’t worth your time.” The brute grunted in what might just have been agreement. “You need a real foe, someone with substance.” By now the Behemoth had begun moving towards Faen, each slow footfall landing with the weight of mountains, shaking the alley around them. “Me, I’ve got substance to spare. Half Jotun, don’t you know. Son of Loki. Prince of Lies. That’s a pedigree a man can be proud of. ” He doubted his foe was even listening to his chattering anymore, the musclebound monsters pace increasing with every step, it’s lips hitched back over its mouth, revealing a shark like smile, no doubt at the thought for getting even with the man who had imprisoned it so recently. “Pedigree like that, it opens all kinds of doors. Let’s a man do things like this.”

The Behemoth was mere steps away when Faen took a back step, both to give himself room and give him space to brace himself. The ring and middle fingers on his right hand curled, while the pinkie, index and thumb remained straight, pointing out and forwards. He rotated the hand clockwise, and began the incantation he had glimpsed in one of the Sorcerer Supremes tome’s, that last time he had managed to sneak into the Sanctum Sanctorum.

“BY THE CRIMSON BANDS OF CYTTORAK!”

He thrust his free left hand out towards the now thoroughly confused looking Behemoth, curling all his fingers into a claw-like cage. Use the right hand to unlock the might of Cyttorak the Destroyer, the tome had read, and the left to cage the intended victim. Pulsating, iridescent crimson ribbons of energy leapt from Faen’s hand – their essence so bright and puissant on the mystical plane that they were actually difficult to look at in the mortal world – and shot towards the gigantic brute, snaking around him until he looked like a Christmas present all tied up with a pretty red bow. The monster tried to work his way free, but struggle as he might, he just couldn’t work any slack into his binds. Seemed his power was no match for Cyttorak’s.

_“Damn.” Faen sighed, eyes open wide in amazement. _{“That actually worked!”} He took another few moments to admire his own handiwork, before reluctantly tearing his eyes away to face the man he had ‘rescued’. For a moment Faen looked at him in an expectant silence, but those magic words he was waiting to hear weren’t forthcoming. Seemed the man needed a gentle reminder about common decency and manners.

“You know, after a man saves your life it’s customary to say ‘thank you’.”

Young Justice est. 2020

@rocketrobie2 Meh, I'm not sure what I think about the new Thor trailer. It really doesn't scream 'THOR' to me. I don't see any of the characters personality coming out. Looks more like another Guardians of the Galaxy sequel.

Heroes of Yore

Fraid I'm gonna have to rescind my interest in this. Unfortunately I just don't think I'm going to have the time. Wish you all the best of luck though.

Mass Effect: Underworld

<Snipped quote by BlackSam3091>

Those are the words I like to hear when I'm ordering steak.

@Dervish

Only when someone else is buying.

Mass Effect: Underworld

Just a heads up, but the collab between Didact and I is going to be of truly stupid proportions.