Stitches was not fond of the team name, but now wasn't the time to upset the poor robots feelings with her nasty, nasty opinions. Her team, on the other hand, she was fond of, all attention would be on mister muscles and the heavy lifting, as it were, by a surprisingly calm and level headed Cora who had finally met her match, attention whore wise, in the form of "Fire Stream". When shit went down these two could be depended on to open some wounds and keep the baddies off frail little Eve Claroff and Time-bomb Monsoon. Why Linnette had changed her mind about being on the rooftops she'd have to ask afterwards, assuming there was an afterwards. She was here now though and maybe a sudden deluge would be the perfect back up plan, should we need one.
Plans rattled through her mind, although much of it was fruitless. It hard to account for stuff she'd only seen in movies and heard of on TV. The reality of this dive was bound to be something she'd never experienced, even in her glory days. She looked to her team, Nathan's stature was going to make him fit right in and Cora needn't to, she would vanish well before we aroused suspicion. Linn, Stitches imagined, must have been going similar motions but with the added problem that she looked too young and innocent to accompany a prize fighter and frankenstien's daughter into essentially hell on earth.
"Alright, Cobra, find your way to the ground, from her you'll be working your way southeast to get to the Pit. Hawk, you'll cover their flank to the west. We'll fall back behind the too groups, which will allow us to scout any missed areas. Given that we're at the northern part of the borough, we should have eyes everywhere. Are we ready to move?"
Stitches took a deep breath.
In.
Out.
"SIR, YES SIR!"
One step at a time. Lets get off this roof.
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Eyeris said
As for the green lantern, yes, OP. He can make anything he imagines real. The only downside is that it is ALWAYS GREEN! Which, perhaps, balances everything out. They say that green is unbecoming on stage.
HOWEVER Stitches needs blood/body parts right? I just saw the new Green Lantern Movie. And after your comment I am envisioning that race-car-thing-scene... but instead of a stream of sparkly green light. Everyone in the crowd screams and faints as their blood is pulled from their bodies siphoned into a winding stream to make the 'road', and body parts fly in from every-which-way and form the car that Stitches can ride in. body-mobile. AWESOME.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f--eGbzB0WE
I'm in hysterics and unable to breathe. The thought of Ryan Reynolds dismantling the entire crowd to turn the helicopter into a Mattel Hotwheels car and track is simultaneously too much to bare and totally what should have happened. Also CG mask.
Eyeris said WE HAVE ALSO BROKEN THE FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB!
Its ok, we haven't broken rule 2 of fight club.
Yog Sothoth said
I don't consider Green Lantern OP, he's powerful but not OP
In today's forecast, a shitstorm will occur off the eastern seaboard and sweep westerly across all of Titans of Earth, none will be spared.
"What are you talking about? I'm plenty nervous. The trick is just being able to hide it really well. That put aside, though, wearing a high-tech suit of armor helps as well."
The knowledge that it was sensible to be nervous was somewhat comforting, but did nothing for her nerves. It would help to have a protective shell of some sort, Stitches felt a bit exposed in just a leotard. She glanced at the little vial of crimson, there was barely enough here for a small shield let alone a suit of armour, she'd have to rely on her own blood. A pint felt like too little for what they were about to do, capturing an ex-Titan was bound to be no easy task. It dawned on Stitches how little trusted or cared for any members of this Justice League, we simply didn't get on. Each one of those super-powered meat puppets was 10 pints of blood, it would be a shame if one of them were to expire on the job.
10 Pints...
Press excused himself and valiantly tried to deflate the raging dick fight which Stitches thought was the right thing to try, but ultimately a pointless waste of his energy and only going to add more fuel to the fire. Stitches barely noticed Press' success, that conversation had quickly turned from "I'm more badass than you" to actual strategy and a plan slowly got pulled together. By the sounds of it, one small group would investigate from the ground, infiltrating dodgy establishments and looking for the target. It would be likely they'd initiate the fighting also hopefully causing Ink to escape the the rooftops where a larger stealthy roof top team could ambush/pursuit Ink when she inevitably flees the ground team.
"I can check out the fight clubs, I've got experience in that department."
The mention of "Fight Clubs" brought Stitches back to reality, if there was going to be a source of extra blood somewhere it would be there and as long as Ink wasn't in the first we visited Stitches might not have to drain one or two of her work associates.
"I'll come with you Nathan, err..Vulcan, sounds like the rooftop team is filling up anyway," Stitches hastily interjected before adding, "We'll take good care of Horus."
The knowledge that it was sensible to be nervous was somewhat comforting, but did nothing for her nerves. It would help to have a protective shell of some sort, Stitches felt a bit exposed in just a leotard. She glanced at the little vial of crimson, there was barely enough here for a small shield let alone a suit of armour, she'd have to rely on her own blood. A pint felt like too little for what they were about to do, capturing an ex-Titan was bound to be no easy task. It dawned on Stitches how little trusted or cared for any members of this Justice League, we simply didn't get on. Each one of those super-powered meat puppets was 10 pints of blood, it would be a shame if one of them were to expire on the job.
10 Pints...
Press excused himself and valiantly tried to deflate the raging dick fight which Stitches thought was the right thing to try, but ultimately a pointless waste of his energy and only going to add more fuel to the fire. Stitches barely noticed Press' success, that conversation had quickly turned from "I'm more badass than you" to actual strategy and a plan slowly got pulled together. By the sounds of it, one small group would investigate from the ground, infiltrating dodgy establishments and looking for the target. It would be likely they'd initiate the fighting also hopefully causing Ink to escape the the rooftops where a larger stealthy roof top team could ambush/pursuit Ink when she inevitably flees the ground team.
"I can check out the fight clubs, I've got experience in that department."
The mention of "Fight Clubs" brought Stitches back to reality, if there was going to be a source of extra blood somewhere it would be there and as long as Ink wasn't in the first we visited Stitches might not have to drain one or two of her work associates.
"I'll come with you Nathan, err..Vulcan, sounds like the rooftop team is filling up anyway," Stitches hastily interjected before adding, "We'll take good care of Horus."
Sarcasm aside, in my opinion Magara "Death Machine" Amachi is the most powerful Titan here, as soon as she masters firearms she'll be invincible. I expect to be betrayed.
Also, I think I forgot to mention but because of the nature of my ability I am more than happy for people to cause Stitches grievous amounts of bodily harm.
Also, I think I forgot to mention but because of the nature of my ability I am more than happy for people to cause Stitches grievous amounts of bodily harm.
We're gunna have fun when people realise Stitches power is basically the same as Green Lantern's and just as massively OP.
I'm hoping for a parachute in :)
There was something about being in a flying metal box with volitile, angry super-powered humans about to go on a witch hunt for an angrier super-powered human of unknown volitility made Stitches a touch nervous. Just a touch. Who was she kidding? She was terified. Why would you send so many people for this one woman? They clearly didn't think we'd all make it back in one piece. This didn't seem to occur to everyone else or they wouldn't be having such a petty dispute about who was the most powerful when It was pretty obvious who that was as she climbed on board. Stitches gripped the small vial of her own AB-type blood which swirled erratically and with no respect for the laws of gravity, attempting to free itself of its containment to defend its master.
The dispute grew more violent, escalating to an actual dick waving competition which only made Stitches more anxious. These were the people she had to depend on to protect and back her up in a real fight. the target was going to be a doddle compared to surviving this lot. The pre-mission stress was getting to her, she needed to talk to a sane human being who might also understand the gravity of the situation, or atleast not want to talkabout who has the biggest power-penis. As she climbed on Linn rushed out, drawing attention on a ghostly silent Magara, who must be having a ball with the testorone and fear being so high. She settled next to Press, who was as sane as it gets here and hoped they could engage in some reassuring and/or sensible discussion about what was about to go on because this was the most unplanned thing she'd done in a long time and Stitches needed contingency plans up to about plan G before she was about to get comfortable.
"You don't seem that nervous about putting your head on the line to catch a potentially dangerous individual, whats your secret?"
The dispute grew more violent, escalating to an actual dick waving competition which only made Stitches more anxious. These were the people she had to depend on to protect and back her up in a real fight. the target was going to be a doddle compared to surviving this lot. The pre-mission stress was getting to her, she needed to talk to a sane human being who might also understand the gravity of the situation, or atleast not want to talkabout who has the biggest power-penis. As she climbed on Linn rushed out, drawing attention on a ghostly silent Magara, who must be having a ball with the testorone and fear being so high. She settled next to Press, who was as sane as it gets here and hoped they could engage in some reassuring and/or sensible discussion about what was about to go on because this was the most unplanned thing she'd done in a long time and Stitches needed contingency plans up to about plan G before she was about to get comfortable.
"You don't seem that nervous about putting your head on the line to catch a potentially dangerous individual, whats your secret?"
Guess who's back, if its alright with GM.
Things aren't good, I need to bow out, I did say i was busy
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