DJAtomika

Streetlight Dragonflies

Not sure what direction I'm gonna take David in, but if no one follows him, he's going to the police station alone, probably in slow pursuit of D and Reis.

Streetlight Dragonflies

As David stepped through the hole into the other world, he looked around, sweeping his camera on video mode slowly in a circle around himself. The world he was seeing now was...weird. He'd heard the sirens of a police car approaching as he'd left the diner, but when he made a short walk around to where the front of the diner was, there was nothing. No one was there either, not any of the patrons or the cops that were supposed to show up. He took a picture of the front of the now barren diner and parking lots, before checking the shot and stowing his camera. He then turned to the bunch of other people that had followed him and took a picture of them too. After that, he stowed his camera and looked around for some sort of street sign.

"Well guys, I'm pretty sure we're not in Kansas any more. I'm heading to the police station. Heard sirens earlier but the cars that are supposed to be outside the diner aren't here. Gonna go see what's taking 'em so long."

That being said, he kept his camera in his hands as he found a sign pointing him to the police station and began his slow walk there. Hopefully the others would follow him, it would be a nightmare trying to track anyone in this weird...other world. It felt like this was what his friend had stumbled upon and maybe, just maybe, he'd find him here.

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@Mokley I'm writing mine.

Omega Serenade

"Well you can't blame 'em for running an airtight operation. And yes, there must be something big going on here for that kind of security. There's nothing going on out front but I can hear what's going on behind the warehouse."

Hazan was seated in a small eatery just in front of the warehouse, idly slurping down some dextro-levo noodles while he watched the guards shift at their posts and be very, very bored. Everything suggested by the courier's logs, but the activity at the rear was new. Something off their "public" books, a courier probably wouldn't have any information on this operation unless he was in on it too. Most citizens in this part of the station weren't too curious about why an unmarked warehouse in the middle of nowhere had guards that rotated their shifts every eight hours. They knew not to poke their nose into that sort of business. But for the turian? Well he had other plans. He stole a glance at the guard post and checked his omnitool. If his observations were right, and they usually were, there was going to be a change of guards in about ten minutes. While the delivery was underway, no less. An opportunity for him to sneak in.

The turian pulled his hoodie tight around himself and zipped it up fully, finishing up the last of his noodles and tossing the vendor a tiny credit chit as payment. He pulled up the hood over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, before standing and walking away. He didn't make a direct bee-line for the warehouse, rather he ambled around it in a slow circle, giving it a wide berth as he cut into the apartments nearby. On his omnitool was a map that displayed the general area around the warehouse and marked on it was a side door that the guards used whenever they were switching duties around. He made his way towards that door, cutting back out of the slums as he approached an alley facing it. With a timer displayed on his omnitool, Hazan made himself scarce, pressing himself into a doorway in the alley that was close to the warehouse and dimming the brightness of his device. Right on time, he saw the door open and two guards filed out. Hazan tapped his omnitool and engaged his tactical cloak as he zipped out of the alley and caught the door before it closed. He slipped inside quietly, not minding the confused looks of the two guards he'd passed by (no doubt hearing phantom footsteps) and closed the door behind him before disengaging his cloak to let it charge for a few moments.

"Daro? I'm in. Risky decision but I got myself inside. Gonna poke around, see what I can find."

He keyed off his comms and reengaged his cloak, following the rough map he had of the area to make his way to the back of the warehouse. The interior seemed a whole lot bigger than what it looked like outside, yet it also was a lot more claustrophobic and cramped. The turian found a ladder leading up to a set of catwalks above the warehouse floor and advanced along them slowly, taking in everything he could see while staying quiet. From up above, the operation he was witnessing was massive and, more importantly, incriminating. He keyed his comms and spoke in a harsh whisper, while recording a video on his visor that was saved to his omnitool, streaming it to Daro's omnitool at the same time.

"Daro? They're manufacturing red sand here! Spirits, if word gets out to Aria about this, Perix has got to pack it in. She isn't going to appreciate someone else muscling in on her turf."

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

G R E E N L A N T E R N

"My word..."

Aken held his breath as the squad entered the main laboratory complex, Nova just in front of him. He kept his distance and watched as Perseus and Green Arrow tore through the enemy ranks in perfect sync, keeping an alarm from sounding as they headed down into the depths of the building. What he saw ahead of him, he hadn't seen before, and frankly he didn't want to see such things ever again. Rows upon rows of cells, people being tortured and killed indiscriminately, all in the name of some misbegotten "science", if it could even be called that. But, as it turned out, fate and stealth were not going to be on their side any longer. As Bloodsport broke free of Perseus' grip and yelled for help, Aken instinctively brought up a big green shield that encircled those immediately around him, saving some of the Peacekeepers from the hail of gunfire that followed. In front of him, Perseus took the lead as he shielded a few of their allies from bullets and fought off a giant, musclebound soldier that had leaped up to their balcony in one hop, taking off his head with his knife as he battled furiously.

Without pause, Aken let his ring reach full glow and very briefly let down his shield, only to project a bigger one that encompassed the main group of Peacekeepers behind him. He glanced behind him, wincing slightly as one of the bigger, empowered brutes thumped his fists uselessly against his shield, and gestured with his free hand at the soldiers.

"Move downstairs! Follow Perseus and get those civilians free! I have you covered!"

Saying that, he poured his strength into maintaining the shield, free hand gripping the wrist of his ring hand as he slowly pushed his way forwards. The brute pounding on the shield made him stumble, testing his will with every step, but Aken gritted his teeth and persevered, pouring every ounce of energy he had into maintaining the barrier. Then, as the big grunt reared back for another strike, Aken let his shield fall and instead conjured a fabric construct that caught the brute as he charged forward, Using his forward momentum, Aken used all his strength to spin the cloth sack around in a circle and weaponised it like a sling, throwing the brute off the balcony with a grunt and a yell. One of the Peacekeepers behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Lantern! Our guys downstairs need your help too! Go! We got things under control up here."

The Lantern nodded his thanks, shielded himself and charged forward. One of the enemies wearing an exo-suit was near the front of the balcony, shrugging off small arms fire from the Peacekeepers as it strode forward and tossed one of them off the ledge. As the exo-suit soldier lifted another Peacekeeper up by the head and crushed his skull in his hand, Aken flew forward and barreled into his side, clad in armour made of light, using his strength to push this soldier off the balcony and into the fray below. Aken let out a bellow as he flew straight downwards, the exo-suit struggling against his light until they slammed into the concrete down below. The metal twisted and deformed as the Lantern pummeled the soldier into the ground, fists wrapped in green light pounding into his chest until the metal of his exo-suit was deformed and non-functioning and the soldier was buried in a crater, unmoving. He threw up his personal shield again and ducked behind a pillar, trying to get a sense of the situation on the ground before he moved on.

Perseus was in the thick of it, battling through soldiers and keeping the front line away from the trapped civilians. The main group of Peacekeepers was also present, maintaining a steady line of fire that stalled the enemy's advance. He leaned out of cover and fired a burst of light at a soldier trying to blindside Perseus and ducked back into cover, avoiding a burst of assault rifle fire. Then he charged forward, right into where the bulk of the civilian's cages were, and raised his arm.

"You will not harm another! By Green Lantern's light!"

A bright green shield burst from his ring and covered all the cages he could, simultaneously protecting them and keeping them contained safely. With his focus firmly on maintaining his shield, he watched the other Leaguers battle to keep them safe.

Streetlight Dragonflies

I also couldn't resist slipping that joke in. I always thought Jeffrey Dean Morgan would do a great Frank West.

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@DeadDrop I couldn't not use Jeffrey Dean Morgan for David's face reference. It's too perfect.

Streetlight Dragonflies

"What in the hell...?"

David watched, frozen next to the bathroom door, as all the events played out. With the lady behind him having a panic attack and getting evacuated by the other journalist who'd also sprayed the tiger with copious amounts of fire-fighting foam, the idiot young lady with a real gun who'd fired it into the bathroom, everything was chaotic and noisy and frenetic. But only he noticed the young boy standing behind the bathroom wall that had crumbled for reasons unknown, disappearing into the brush as he apparently commanded the tiger to follow him. Without pause, he raised his camera and attempted to snap a picture of the boy's retreating form, pushing the shutter as soon as he had his camera up.

The diner, now mostly abandoned, was silent save for the noise of the people outside. David stood up and dusted himself off, giving the diner and its bathroom a once-over with his eyes. Mostly abandoned was right, but what puzzled him was the mysterious hole in the wall of the bathroom. The young lady with the weird armour and functioning gun had disappeared into it as well, but he'd chalked that up to all the strange occurrences that were bombarding the diner. After all, who in the world had access to that kind of technology if they weren't strange to begin with?

He turned to see the journalist and the other lady being confronted by some guy in a skirt with a knife. The confrontation wasn't too heated though, as the skirt guy gave over what appeared to be the lady's belongings in a duffel bag. David walked over to the journalist whose name he'd failed to get and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm going in after her. If I don't return, well, tell the story of what happened here. Make sure the name David Sawyer doesn't go down the drain. I've covered wars, y'know."

That said, he turned and headed into the bathroom. The hole in the wall mystified him; from the front, it looked like it headed into some sort of forested area, overgrown by vines and weeds. But he knew on the opposite side of the wall was the parking lot and street, not this...weird misty place. He raised his camera and took a picture of the hole, framing it against the rest of the untouched wall. Then, with a deep breath and a roll of his shoulders, David stepped through the hole and into the unknown.

"Now, where's that lady with all the armour gone..."

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AAAAAAA everything's going so fast I haven't even had the time to write a decent David post.

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@lady horatio Sure, we could do a quick collab. I'll post it too.