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In Young Justice → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E P I S O D E SIX : R E F L E C T I O N S
STAKE OUT


C I T Y H A R B O R
September 2th, 2021 | 22:28pm. | Harbor, Gotham City

Their mission was supposed to be recon only, observing an illegal trade between two rival gangs. It started out that way, with the Team split up at different vantage points around the sea port. They had the added cover of night to help stay undetected, spread out among the many shipping containers that lined the harbor. The transaction took place on the docks a little ways from the cargo ships, cranes hanging overhead.

The sampling of the shipment was incredibly tense, with both leaders staring the other down. On both ends they were backed up by groups of armed gang members. Somewhere, something went wrong and sent things snowballing into disaster. The gangs opened fire. They scattered across the harbor. It forced the Team to move positions or they would get caught in the crossfire.They’d been given strict orders not to engage.

They were paired up around the perimeter. Batman having been personally responsible for the division this time around. There was Viktor and Pei, Cora and Daphne, Ja and Will or rather Quiver who hadn’t revealed his identity to his former Team just yet. Vincent was paired up with Zach which left Alisa to go along with Kassy.

Moving from one hiding spot to the next was starting to resemble a russian roulette.There were bullets coming in hot from multiple directions. Not everyone could eat bullets as well as Vincent.

The ones with enhanced hearing would be able to discern the pained groans of a civilian caught in the crossfire. The injured man steadied himself on the side of a large crate, his left leg was grazed by flying bullets in multiple areas. He was lucky none of them pierced his leg.

There was another round of shots, which barely missed him. There was a stinging pain in his left arm and he was forced to lower his body to the ground.
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The summer sun was already up and at it and so were Vincent and Daphne. Red Tornado tasked them with the chore of breaking down the obstacle course. The work was cut out for the two teens, there was a lot to do. Fixing up the punching bags, detangling the climbing ropes, emptying the water bridge and the list went on. They decided to start out at the target practice area. Daphne went around each crosshair and picked up the stray arrows, sometimes needing to pull them from the dirt. Some of them had green feathers making them more difficult to spot.

“Over here…”

“Here’s one more…”

“Look behind you”

The grass continued to whisper directions and she moved around from one place to the next. It made her much more efficient at something that might have taken a lot longer otherwise.

Down the line of crosshairs there were two with arrowheads exiting from the back. Most likely victims of either Alisa’s or Viktor’s superhuman strength.

Daphne trudged back to the designated spot for gathering stacks of arrows and dropped a reasonably sized stack next to the others. She glanced over at Vincent.

“How’s it going over there?”

“Pretty well,” Vincent replied as he slowly made his way down the line of targets.

While Daphne had to physically pull them out of wherever they landed, Vincent used his control over carbon to coax the carbon fiber arrows free, occasionally dismantling one if it proved to be stubborn before reassembling it. He had no trouble finding them, despite how well hidden they were. The carbon within the polymer the arrows were made of acted as a beacon, letting him sense exactly where each one was.

Arrows hung around him, seemingly suspended in zero gravity, as he joined his teammate over by the pile of arrows. The arrows swirled around him for a few moments before they gathered into a neat pile and settled down next to what they had already gathered. “I think that’s the last of them,” he said. “What’s next? Do we need to replace the targets?”

Daphne ran her hand over the roughed up wood of one of the targets. Aside from the ones pierced by arrows they didn’t look too worse for wear. She wasn’t sure if replacing them was part of the clean up. Not to mention she wouldn’t know how, they didn’t bring any replacements. The crosshairs were too heavy for her to carry in stacks anyway.

There was something else she was good at though. Break time!
She brought a bag full of snacks and drinks. When Red Tornado listed what he wanted them to be doing Daphne figured it would take at least until lunch time. The teen looked down at her watch. 11:30 am.

They could have an early lunch/late breakfast.

“What’s next is break time!” Daphne exclaimed with a smile. Without missing a beat she set up an impromptu picnic, complete with a flowery plaid and about half of the Mount Justice pantry. She motioned for Vincent to join her and proceeded to lay down on her back.

Vincent took his place on the blanket, sitting next to Daphne. He let out a low whistle at the snacks and, picking up a sandwich, he said, “Impressive spread. There might be just enough here for the both of us.”

Daphne looked up at the mostly cloudless sky, her hair fanning out behind her. The breeze felt nice on her skin.

“You know…” She said, sounding like she was recalling a distant memory.
“The last time I was in a park like this, I was in Gotham.”

“I like it here better though, it’s….safer.”

He nodded and replied, “I don’t doubt it. I’ve never been to Gotham, but when I was at Bludhaven, there wasn’t a day when I didn’t hear about something or other happening over there. Street gangs, crazy clowns. Think some scientist even turned himself into a bat?”

He was quiet for a moment as his mind drifted back to his time before joining the team. “I never really gave myself time to relax like this,” he said after a moment. “I was usually either fighting or getting ready for a fight. It’s nice taking things slow like this.”

When Vincent mentioned his connection to Bludhaven Daphne was intrigued. It sounded like he wasn’t there to take in the scenery. The former whaling town had a largely disadvantaged populace and a high crime rate.

“What were you doing in Bludhaven?”
Daphne was aware a question like this could come off as accusing, given the reputation of the city. But being from Gotham herself she had an understanding of what life was and could be like in a city like Bludhaven.

“Fighting,” Vincent repeated honestly. “Not like we do now, though. I wasn’t like Nightwing or Batman, brooding on rooftops and swooping in to stop a mugging or anything like that.” He picked up another sandwich and continued, “There was this underground fighting scene, backed by some crime family or syndicate or something or other. I was happy enough with my winnings, so I never really looked into it.”

He took a bite and waited to swallow before he continued, “I ran away from ‘home’ when I was…13, if I remember right. Did some wandering for a year or so, took on the occasional odd job or, when things were really tough, I’d stoop to robbing some poor sap. Not proud of it, but I did what I had to do. I eventually found my way to Bludhaven, where I heard about a less-than-legal tournament with a pretty nice prize pool, and decided that would be better on my conscience than using my powers to pick on people who couldn’t fight back. Found the place, met the Old Man, and the rest is history.”

As Vincent went to take another bite of his sandwich, he stopped, chuckled, and looked down at Daphne. “That…was probably a bit more than you wanted to know, huh?”

While Vincent shared some of his backstory with her, Daphne’s eyes grew steadily wider. Filled with worry, compassion and also pity. All of it was aimed towards the clouds as they didn’t make eye contact right up until Vincent looked down and she looked up, right into his gray eyes.

She swallowed and managed a slight smile.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Ah, that’s all a long time ago. I don’t even think about it much, anymore,” Vincent said as he laid next to Daphne, his hands laced behind his head. When he looked down at her, he noticed a flicker of pity in her eyes. In truth, it kind of irked him. It never sat well with him when people pitied him, but he decided to let it slide. He had a feeling it came from a good place, as far as Daphne was concerned.

“Besides,” he added with a grin, “if it weren’t for what I’ve gone through, I wouldn’t be the badass I am today.”

“At least you…” She considered what she was going to say carefully.
“You made it in one piece.” Daphne wanted to say he was still a good guy, that he was cheerful and funny, but felt they didn’t know each other well enough to go there yet. Instead she compared his situation to someone she knew back in Gotham.

“There was this girl in Gotham I went to school with. She came from a rough family situation, always dealing with something you shouldn’t be during your teens. It almost seemed inevitable when she eventually got caught up in the wrong crowd.”

“I tried to stay in touch with her, keep tabs on how she was doing, but eventually she just disappeared and I never heard from her again. Sometimes I still think about her at the most random times.”

As he listened to Daphne’s story, his eyes closed, he felt his heart go out not only to the girl she talked about, but Daphne, herself. He didn’t know her all that well, yet, but he could tell she was one of those people who genuinely cared about other people. He let her finish before he replied, “I can’t say I know what was going through her head or why she up and disappeared like that. What I can say, from personal experience, is that when things get really shitty, sometimes someone might think it’s best to cut their losses and get a fresh start somewhere else.”

He opened an eye and looked at Daphne, adding, “I’m sure she appreciates what you did for her. It might take a while, but I’m sure when she’s ready, she’ll get back in touch with you.”
Daphne nodded, finding Vincent’s explanation very plausible. It was something she had thought about too. If that was the case maybe it was for the best. She sat up again and pulled out a carton of strawberries and two plastic bowls.

“I managed to salvage these before Ja got to them, he eats them with the crown still attached, says he likes the crunch.”

One by one she carefully pulled out the crowns, dividing them fairly between the bowls. Sometimes the leaves snapped and she had to dig into the fruit to get the stem out. It was a tedious activity and using a knife would have made it a lot easier.

When she was finally done she handed one of the bowls to Vincent. There were red fingerprints on the side.

“One for you”

Vincent looked at the bowl and grinned as he took it from Daphne. “You know, I’m basically a walking Swiss Army knife. I could’ve taken the tops off for you,” he said with a chuckle as he set the bowl to his side and picked up a strawberry from it. He bit into it and sucked the juice out of it before popping the rest into his mouth. He nodded appreciatively and said, “Not a bad batch. Makes me wanna make a shortcake. Suppose I could treat the team with that for dessert tonight.”

Daphne forced a smile. It tugged at the corners of her lips but stopped there. The rest of her face was set somewhere in between discomfort and fear.
“Actually knives make me squeamish.”

“Oh, sorry,” Vincent replied with a bit of a sheepish chuckle. “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know. I don’t get why they still freak me out so much, considering everything else I’ve been through the past few months.”

Vincent scratched his head and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. Daphne paused and thought for a moment. The conversation went quiet.

“Back when I lived in Gotham, before joining the Team, I was walking back home at night through the city park and I got robbed and held at knife point. They pushed it up to my neck. It set off my powers. It’s basically the reason I’m here.”

It was the quickest run down of her hero origin story she’d ever shared. There were chunks and details missing from the story. It still wasn’t something she liked to talk about. It made her visibly uncomfortable. Daphne’s hands were balled up in her lap.

"Sorry, that got a bit dark.."

Vincent shook his head.“Nothing to apologize for,” he said. Even he could tell there were some things Daphne wasn’t telling him, but he knew better than to push it. As much of an open book as he thought himself as, even Vincent had things he’d rather not talk about. Things he had done.

He plucked another strawberry out of his bowl and took a moment to enjoy the breeze as it blew over him, tousling his hair. After a few moments, he said, “To be honest, after spending so much time on my own, I wasn’t sure about joining a team. At the time, when Nightwing gave me that choice, I just looked at it as a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card. Community service.”

He bit into his strawberry, then added, “After that first mission with you guys, though, I’ve kinda been rethinking things. It’s not something I’ve got a lot of experience with, but it felt good knowing that people had my back out there. And I suppose using my skills to help people other than myself was pretty nice, too.”

Daphne looked at Vincent and smiled.
“With our kind of job it’s nice to know someone’s always got your back. We keep each other safe.”
In Young Justice → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: The library
Interactions: Talon
Ambience


Current day

Daphne's form lingered at the entrance to the nest. She had climbed the ladder all the way to the top and was now standing still. There was a wistful look on her face. As she pulled back the curtains and stared at the abandoned space, she got lost in a memory.

May 7th 2021

The library was mostly quiet around this time of day, not that it got much buzz at any other hour. Daphne’s footsteps produced one of the only sounds. The flats she was wearing made her footfalls soft and her pace was indecisive. She stopped and started multiple times, seeming to be searching for something.

The brunette teen was listening to an ambient playlist through her pink air pods, off into her own world. A forlorn expression was on her features. She wasn’t in the library to read or return books. All throughout the cabinets of books Daphne had been compiling a herbarium. Unlike the regular collection of dried plants which was often used in scientific studies, Daphne’s copy was different. It detailed the name of the plant, along with its personality and manner of speech.

She had a somewhat circuitous way of storing the plants. They were tucked into stories which aligned with the meaning of the plant or flower in the Victorian language of flowers. It resulted in a system only she could unravel and understand……or so she thought.

Daphne was searching for a particular fairytale. It wasn’t in the place she left it. That was strange because she couldn’t think of anyone being interested in reading it, aside from herself. She passed by several shelves, holding her head sideways to study the titles of the books.

Only a few sections over, with a handful of books himself, was Talon. Since joining the team, any time he wasn’t spending in some sort of training simulation, he was spending it here in the stacks. He normally had the space to himself, but when the others had made their way into search for something to read, he tended to make himself scarce. That had less to do with him being anti-social and more to do with him just…not being good at being social.

Recently however he had stumbled upon something interesting. He had gone looking for a book that Green Arrow had recommended to him. An old collection of fairy tales Oliver had described to Talon as “the first REAL superhero.” Talon was dubious. But nevertheless he added it to his list to read. He’d had the title written down on a scrap paper:

“The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood.”

Sure enough he had found it. A beautiful leather bound copy, with green print. Talon noticed that there was a bookmark left in it previously. Curious, he opened the page and instead found a flower. A beautiful white petal.

He kept both.

In the present, he knew who was in the library with him. Daphne had a presence about her, and not solely because she had strangled him so effortlessly when they had first met, but something else. Kila had thought it was something to do with pheromones. Talon felt a familiar anxiety. He was still adjusting to her friendship. Of everyone on the team he had connected with her and Casper easiest, although Casper has since left the team for his own reasons. But Daphne was easier to be around. Or he just preferred to be around her. Nightwing would have told him he had a crush, but Talon was too naive to see it.

“Are you…looking for book?” He asked Daphne, as she had nearly passed by the aisle he was in.

“A book. Or books. That is…do you need help?”

Nailing it.

Daphne smiled and removed her airpods, having only caught the last bit of Talon’s sentence.

“Yes I do actually…” She looked at him first and then to the stack of books sitting on the table.

Maybe he has it?

The fact that he wore shades at all times made her nervous at first, because she could never tell if he was looking straight at her, or someplace else. Eventually she got used to it and even felt like they had some sort of eye contact. She always liked to pretend his eyes were blue, clear and cool.

“I’m looking for a fairytale book about the adventures of Robin Hood.”

Talon should have guessed that the flowers had something to do with Daphne. Talon wasn’t 100% on the intricacies of Nymph’s abilities. In fact, save for maybe Vic, everyone on the team was reserved when it came to explaining the full breadth of what they could do. It actually caused friction between himself and Casper, Talon having gone so far as to call him a liability for not being more open about what he could do. Casper, who was the first member of the team to reach out to him in a moment of He regrets that now. But Casper is gone…

Talon nodded at the end of the aisle, and beckoned to Daphne to follow. Passing the shelves of old books, Talon stopped at a rolling library ladder, sliding it down the shelving to the very end, where two corners of the library met. At the top of the shelf was another curtained window. He climbed up the ladder and passed the top shelf. Reaching for the curtain, Talon pulled it aside and stepped through.

Behind the curtain was not another window at all - it was a makeshift nook. Talon had made a sort of nest. A stack of books that Talon was reading sat upon a small shelf, and the ground had a comfortable bed of blankets along the ground, and a beanbag in the corner (with “Property of Garf” stamped on it in big block letters.)

“This was for storage, before.” He told her.

A smile spread across Daphne’s face and eyes seeing Talon’s little hideout. Despite having never entered the space, something about it felt familiar. Like she was threading into the charging space of another introvert.
“Wow, this is really nice.”

Daphne took off her flats, placing them in a corner and proceeded to move onto the blanketed floor. It was much softer than she expected. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling, her hair fanning out behind her.

“You must be in here all the time.”

She glanced to her side, at a stack of books. The third book was titled “The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood.”

Hah! So he did have it!

“Ah, so you stole it.” She said jokingly.
“A true robin hood I see.”

Talon grimaced and rubbed the back of his head, either nervous about the fact that he had tried to keep something that didn’t belong to him, or that there was now a beautiful girl laying in his makeshift getaway. Talon’s time with the team was opening him up to new experiences, and his diving into various books helped familiarize him with more social situations. It was a stark difference between the interactions he grew up with, his will and sense of self crushed beneath the goals of the Court of Owls. The books in the library taught him a great deal about friendship, and his continued engagement with missions as part of a “team” was helping with communication. But he had found that his biggest hurdle socially was an obvious one for a boy his age. Romance.

His team was a hotbed of hormones and tension - and it was clear Talon was out of his element. Mirage and Metamorph had made it seem so easy to be both teammates and partners, or whatever they may be. And people like Zach could turn on the flirtation with the flick of a switch. Talon wanted to be able to be more like them, but he struggled. He didn’t even know how to properly talk with Cybergirl outside of mission parameters - his only time he had attempted to compliment her on her abilities he had fumbled, as mid-sentence he realized his compliments for her cybernetic parts were basically just compliments for her body. His ability to express himself was stunted, short, and he had grown up angry. So he had turned to the written word to help him understand feelings he couldn’t express on his own. And it hadn’t been lost on him that as he flipped through stories of heroes and romances, he started to picture himself as that swashbuckling champion of justice, and sometimes he’d even see his teammates in the place of the great loves of the adventurers he read in his nest. Oftentimes he saw the very girl was now there with him.

“Yeah I uh…I needed a bookmark. A nice one.” He sat down with crossed legs, watching the girl seemingly melt into the space.

“I’d found a few others, but that’s the one I wanted. It took me a while to find out it was called a Galanthus - the Robin Hood Tulip.”

Daphne’s head perked up when Talon mentioned finding several of the pressed flowers scattered around the library. Out of the hundred sof books he seemed to have been able to find them easily.

She picked up the pressed tulip from between the pages of the green leatherbound book. The white petals were slightly faded to a more sepia hue and the shape was easily recognizable.

“What do you like about it?”

That it’s yours

“It’s the first one I found. It’s pretty. And it's Delicate. Growing up I wouldn’t have been able to keep something like this. And anything we did get to keep had to be shared amongst ourselves, or else we had to fight for it.”

Talon watched her hands as held the flower between her fingers. If he had known how to say it, he’d have told her that he admires that her hands were able to create something beautiful, that her powers created life. Her hands were the antithesis of his own.

“I’ve never had friends before. Even now sometimes I feel like I’m just a teammate. I couldn’t tell the difference at first, but now one has become more important than the other. Nightwing acts like this is something he knew would happen, like he expected it. But even still…”

Talon caught himself. He had been able to speak more, communicate with the people he wanted to call friends, but talking openly about where he’d come from and what it was he was scared of felt wrong to him so far. He didn’t know it, but this was the conditioning of the Court Of Owls. No vulnerability. Physical or…otherwise.

Daphne allowed Talon’s words to sink in. She was starting to realize more and more that he was scarred by everything that had happened prior to joining the initiative. Him saying he never had friends before was really a sad thing. Everyone deserved at least one friend.

There was a silence between them with Daphne unsure of what to say next. He stopped speaking mid sentence as he often did. Sometimes she would push and prod gently for the remaining part of it.

“It’s nice to have friends” She started to say, while moving to sit upright.
“They’re people you can choose to include in your life, because you value something about them.”

“My older brother for example. Aside from being family we’re also friends. He accepts me for who I am, flaws and all. Sometimes I’m told I can be too nice, like a push over. But my brother admires it, because it’s something he finds difficult.”

Talon understood why Daphne’s brother would think that way. It was becoming more and more apparent that spending time with others gave you a form of envy, but a seemingly healthy one. Talon wondered if there was anyone in his orbit that wanted to be more like him. What trait would that even be? Was it his fighting ability? His utility as a member of the team? Talon surprised himself by consciously deciding that those weren’t the kinds of things he wanted people to admire about him. Anyone could throw a punch.

“When I first came here, my goal was to become a hero. But lately, the things that I’ve been looking forward to aren’t the missions themselves, it’s the time between them. Like watching Zach recording for his youtube channel, or trying to understand Cybergirl while she explained how her operating systems worked. Coming here to read these, it helps sort out all of these things I don’t know how to parse.”

Talon smiled at Daphne

“The flowers are a nice surprise when I stumble on them. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a pushover at all. I think you just-” Talon looked upwards as he tried to search for the words.

“When you’re about to do something, you think of the other person first. You do that more than anyone else on the team. Even in a fight.”

“Thanks”

Daphne smiled back at Talon. It was nice to know not everyone on the Team thought badly of her. A warm feeling slowly spread through her chest. Her smile lingered long after they broke eye contact.
In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E P I S O D E SIX : R E F L E C T I O N S
HOSTAGE

S E C R E T S A N C T U A R Y
August 30th, 2021 | 16:12pm. | Happy Harbor, Rhode Island

With the combined efforts of the Team and the mysterious hooded apprentice of Green Arrow, the hostages were freed. There were no casualties as far as the hostages went but the robbers found themselves on the wrong side of Metamorph. Someone or something caused the Red Beast to break free from the otherwise calm and collected Kila. The aftermath was shocking to behold, both for his enemies and allies alike.

The Team's one-time partner departed from the scene in a similar fashion to his arrival, quietly and inconspicuously. They were left with only his alias, Quiver.
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Location: Star City Bank, 5th floor - 6th floor
Interactions: Quiver, Stormcaller, Mirage, Metamorph, Cybergirl

Daphne waited for Kila’s reply to Cora. She wasn’t supportive of the idea of using the stolen weapons against the robbers. It felt too dangerous. Despite her apprehension she didn’t speak up. Her attention was on the hostages.

A woman walked up to Daphne with an exasperated look on her face.
“I guess you guys aren’t with them?”

There was a little boy clutched onto her leg. He was hysterically crying, big tears running down his brown cheeks. It drew Daphne’s eyes to him.

She shook her head and answered the woman.
“We’re the good guys.”

Daphne lowered herself to the little boy’s level, their brown eyes meeting.
“It’s okay you’re safe now.” Her voice was gentle.

He looked at Daphne, trying to judge if she was safe or not. She smiled encouragingly.

Daphne opened her palm and produced a small flower, the petals folding into each other. The little boy watched in awe, forgetting about his tears for a minute. Daphne nodded for him to take it. He plucked it from her palm, holding it gently between his small hands. He brought it up to his face to take a closer look. It opened and dispersed into the air around him.

The boy tried to catch the petals floating around him and while he was doing that he steadily grew more calm.

They needed to take these people to a safe place. Alisa had eyes on the building, she would know where to go.

“Nymph to Cybergirl and Mirage. We subdued the robbers on the sixth floor. The hostages are safe. The rest of the team is still sweeping the floors to free the remaining hostages. Are you two able to take them somewhere safe until this is all over?”

Mirage had been keeping an eye on the situation with Cybergirl. She'd been deliberately holding back during the mission. Not only was it the new teammates first major crisis, it was Metamorph's opportunity to lead the team as a whole. Things were going well. She tried to ignore the pessimistic instinct saying it was going too well. "Mirage here. We've got a few secure areas. How many people are we talking about?"

Alisa deftly skipped through the footage feeds, as she had been doing for the better part of the last hour. “Where do you want us to put them?” she asked.

The areas that Mirage and Cybergirl had cleared out were all free of windows and fairly centralized. The sizes were all different, though. They couldn't do much about the furniture either.

Daphne thought about the safest place to bring the hostages. The lobby. It was secured by squad A. It was also closer to the exit of the bank, which would make it easier for the hostages to escape unseen, hopefully. She wasn’t fully confident they could rely on stealth anymore. By now the robbers must know something was going on.

“I think the best place for them to go is the lobby.” Zach would still be there and he was more than capable of defending them.

Mirage frowned, very delicately. There were a lot of hostages, and though Zatara's magic had improved quite a bit, his attitude, well…

Then again, he was charismatic and lit up for crowds. "I agree. As long as we keep everyone clear of the windows, Zatara is the best choice." She started in that direction, but didn't make it out of the room before Iceburn pinged all three teams with news that made her immediately nauseous.

"What do you mean, Metamorph's missing?"


Daphne’s squad made their way to the fifth floor as per Viktor’s orders. They moved quietly. It wasn’t just the robbers they had to watch out for anymore. She repeated the information they received on comms to Quiver in hushed tones.

The sixth floor was eerily quiet. It set Daphne on edge. There was a man on the floor close to the entrance of the main office area. His face was turned away from them and he wasn’t moving, it was hard to tell he was even breathing. Daphne checked for a pulse. It was weak, but she could feel it. A chill ran down her spine.

Daphne glanced over her shoulder at Quiver and Cora. The animalistic lack of restraint frightened the young heroine. They stepped over the downed robber into the main office. Her eyes widened at the destruction inside. The cubicles were trashed, cracked computer screens and paper everywhere. In some places there were heavy indents, as if something large and heavy landed there.

“H…Help..”

A weak voice cut through the silence. It came from one of the robbers who crawled from underneath the destroyed cubicles.

“Girl y…you” He coughed and clutched at his chest. There were claw marks across his neck and shoulder.

“You have to…to call this thing off-“ With that, his breath was overtaken, as a body crashed into the weakened thief.

Impossibly quiet, yet undeniably present, a Beast had leapt from behind one of the only cubicle walls left standing. It wore the garb of the teammate they had seen moments earlier. Yet, the Metamorph uniform was colored with red opposed to the black that Kila had started their mission with. Iwisa’s gauntlets were painted with the scarlet life-liquid of the other thieves from below. His hair had become more of a mangled mesh of a mane that obscured his facial features almost completely. All that could be noted was the faint glow of crimson at his eyes.

Only now could they hear the breathing, with what could only be described as the guttural growls of a crocodile at each exhale. The Red Beast had its prey pinned under foot. It hunched to stare down at the man, who reeked a primal fear that only a predator could pull from deep within a human.

The only thing that seemed to make him hesitate, became more prevalent as he sniffed the air. With a snapping motion, the Beast’s head jerked upward to the trio of young heroes. His shoulders rose and fell as it regarded each of them.

Daphne subconsciously took a few steps back until she was standing closer to Quiver. She grabbed his arm when Kila snapped his head into their direction. The Nymph’s eyes met with the Beast. He’d become unrecognizable, embodying the savage part of the natural world.

Inherently aware of the danger they were in, Daphne still attempted to reach out to her friend. “Kila…..”

She had to stop him, before he would do something he’d regret. Pushing through her fear she approached. From the sidelines it would be hard to watch, as it was comparable to seeing a faun walk up to a tiger.

“You don’t want to do this Kila….you have to let him go.”

There was a moment of silence, not a word to be said by anyone as the Beast continued to stare them down. Like a starting blank had been fired, he raced towards the Nymph like a raging gorilla. And yet as soon as he was in arm’s reach, he stopped. His breaths still came out heavy as he stood up bipedally. He studied her face between the fur cage that hid his expression.

The strength in her eyes seemed to be something he recognized, despite the fear in her initial posture. She was there for him during a time of loss and pain while far into the deep blue. She was different now, yet all the same. She pacified the beast before, thus as the Red’s fire left his eyes and his headbush slowly loosened, it seemed she had again.

As if determined to disturb the fragile peace between them, the elevator dinged. The roaming guards exited with weapons drawn.

“You four! step away from him now!”
In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Star City Bank, 6th floor
Interactions: Quiver, Stormcaller, Metamorph

The gauntlet was unaffected by Cora's lightning bolt. The same could not be said for the robber. If the blast wasn't enough to stun him the slugger arrow fired by Quiver pushed him back to the floor. He rolled backwards, screaming and cursing. The sound of the gauntlet and the crackle of electricity drew the attention of the second robber. He was positioned on the other side with the hostages.

"Nobody move..." He kept his weapon trained on the frightened group of civilians. He slowly retreated from the office area into the hallway. The robber was apprehensive and his body language betrayed what he was feeling. Weapon at the ready, a sound gun he investigated another set of cubicles. The sounds were coming from farther ahead, near the stairwell.

His eyes went wide when he saw his associate downed on the ground, groaning and unable to move. He stood face to face with both Quiver and Stormcaller.
"Nobody fucking move!!"

His voice was shaking slightly and he aimed his weapon at Quiver, pressing down on the trigger, only nothing seemed to happen. The pitch was too low to be picked up on by human ears. It would cause a steadily increasing feeling of nausea and dizziness wherever it was aimed. With his free hand he reached for his cellphone, calling up the other hostage takers to warn them.

"Guys, this is Theo, I'm on the sixth floor an..."

An intense fluttering sound came from the stairwell. A cloud of petals rushed into the hallway and enveloped Theo. He tried to swat it away, but they kept reforming. Eventually his movements slowed and he became calm.

He stopped talking, overcome by a feeling of serenity. Daphne changed from a cloud into a humanoid shape and turned to Cora and Quiver, putting a finger to her pink lips.

"What the hell is going on Theo? THEO?!"

The voice on the other end of the phone yelled angrily. Theo responded with a goofy smile, feeling dazed.
"Relax man..."

"What was that explosion??"

"No idea but everything's good here, everything's really good..." He hung up and just kept staring dreamily at Daphne floating in front of him. She transformed back and grabbed the phone from Theo's hands. Daphne tossed it back at Cora.

"Can you destroy this?"

She got on comms with squad C.

"Metamorph we might have been compromised on the sixth floor. I tried to diffuse the situation but I'm not sure it worked. The hostage takers called their associates on a different floor, but I.... had him say there was nothing going on here."

Just then she heard Vincent on comms asking on the status of things. The possibility of having to drop stealth was getting real. Daphne could feel her confidence wavering.

In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Star City Bank, 6th floor
Interactions: Quiver, Stormcaller

The robber didn't seem too impressed by Quiver's threats. He snorted and looked at the three teen heroes surrounding him.
"If you haven't figured that out by now you three are even dumber than your costumes make you look.."

There was a smirk on his face while he continued to insult each of them. Quiver was accused of not being able to back up on his intimidation. Daphne's choice of pink deserved some ridicule. Only Cora seemed to get the least amount of criticism.
"At least you look decently intimidating, whatever that getup is supposed to be."

Aside from talking he didn't appear to be making any effort to escape. At least that's what it looked like. The gauntlet was pushed tightly against him. Daphne kept her eyes trained on the weapon and noticed a steadily building glow. She place her hand on Quiver's shoulder.
"Uh..Quiver? I thin.."

BOOM!

There was a shockwave of blue green tinted energy blasting through the entire stairwell. The kinetic force pushed the teen heroes in different directions. Daphne who was standing close to the stairs, got blasted down. She dispersed in an effort to break her fall. The force of the blast scattered her through the stairwell. Daphne could feel she was overextending and had to revert back, making a rough landing on her side.

Having freed himself the robber pushed his body up from the floor, the remains of the bolo falling away. He inspected the gauntlet and smirked again. This was the first time he used it and it definitely didn't disappoint. He began to load up another charge, just to make sure to knock these teens out for good.

In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Star City Bank, 6th floor
Interactions: Quiver, Stormcaller, Mirage (mention)

Daphne stood by the window with her arms crossed in front of her chest, standing very still. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder to see what Quiver was doing before returning her worried gaze downwards. From this high up she could barely make out the police cars stationed below. The calm but sudden voice of Kila on comms startled her. A tingling sensation spread through her hands and fingers.

The hostages were being held on the lower floors. Vincent's observations were confirmed by Kila to be accurate.
"A..Alright, understood"

She turned to Quiver to relay the information she just received on comms.
"So...uhm..the robbers are on the sixth floor...."
Wait that wasn't what Kila said. She quickly shook her head and corrected herself.
"I mean there are eight of them, not just on the sixth floor..."
"They are spread out between floor two to six and we need to be on the sixth floor."

While she talked the tingling sensation returned. She wrung her hands together to try and make it go away.
"I don't think we can use the elevator...." She trailed off, without giving a proper explanation. Not only was the entrance to the elevator close to the room where the hostages were being held, Cora's powers could possibly make it malfunction. The sheer amount of stairs was steep but it was the safest option.

They reunited with Cora and learned that Kassy was stalking the robbers patrolling the upper floors. Alisa allowed Kassy to stay one step ahead of them by tracking their movements from inside the control room. Squad B was hiding out in the stairwell of the sixth floor catching their breaths. They crouched down just around the corner of the second set of stairs, staying out of sight.

One of the two robbers was patrolling the hallways, circling the room where his accomplice was holding the hostages. He was equipped with a weapon that was different to the ones used by the robbers who fought the A squad. It seemed to be some kind of gauntlet.

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