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Second GM post on the way.
Hold on to your fictitious horses.
Hold on to your fictitious horses.
Nice post!
Just waiting till everyone gets round to their first post before I hit you all with some meaningful direction.
Just waiting till everyone gets round to their first post before I hit you all with some meaningful direction.
I'm writing up a post now. I think I know how I'm gonna have the Flash in Gotham.
Everyone's coming to Gotham, or at least, everyone should be responding to that situation.
Ugh... trying to figure out how much I need/should nerf Miss Martian...
May end up just treating her like the Young Justice version as far as abilities go...
In regards to power levels, we're going pretty high, but world breaking is out, so I wouldn't worry.
The New Enterprise Tower, The Beauclaire Lounge
The tradition of the 'Election Party' was a tried and tested tradition, the journalists and other primary staff of the major papers and news networks of Metropolis, that weren't involved directly in the live broadcast of the results, all gathered in one place, dolled up and often drunk, regardless of result.
Clark had, of course, never been to one before, he had heard the previous one had been somewhat of a muted affair, what with the vast majority of the media's elite being in favour of a Clinton victory. Then everyone had got well and truly hammered, and it nobody seemed to remember a thing. The location was a grand sky-skraper resaurant, the name of which he'd remember if he truly tried. One of the glass walls, that would usually present a view of the city scape below, had been covered by a projector, displaying in fine detail a variety of news stories, polls, and other data about the vote as it progressed. Clark lent upon the bannister overlooking much of the restaurant floor, taking a sip of his drink. A triple rum and coke, it could only possibly effect him if he directly allowed it to. That had been a relief, when he'd gained control of his power to the extent he could reduce them at will, not just for getting drunk.
He might do so this very night, it looked as if Luthor was going to smash Trump, in an almost historic win for the Democrats. Clark Kent had no love for Donald Trump, but Luthor brought up more questions Clark wasn't ready to answer, about himself, and about the America he knew.
"Not in Kansas anymore." he mumbled to himself, turning his eyes back to the screen.
The screen was currently dominated by the Planet's Media Group's own coverage of the event, a panel of experts and journalists discussing the election and reporting the results as they came in live. Among them, central, sat one Lois Lane, conservatively elegant, as befitting the situation. He actually knew she was rather frustrated at having been selected to anchor the discussion, not her favourite part of the job, and, honestly, she would have rather been at the party. Clark would have probably been willing to switch places, had the offer been on the table.
There was a sudden commotion throughout the room as the coverage jumped, gone were the graphs and interviews, instead simply an image of Luthor, looking as Presidential as ever, a graphic, and beneath it some very important words. Luthor wins Florida. Clark was almost abuzz with deja vu, he had been in almost exactly the same situation four years prior, watching as Florida pushed Trump into the lead. Nothing could better surmise the turnaround over the last four years then the very same state securing victory for Luthor. There would likely be an announcement soon, Luthor was not one to wait, if anything, the press would likely be more interested in any public statement from the now outgoing President. Clark wouldn't wait for either, he was already on the move, heading for the exit. There was much to consider.
The Following Week, Gotham City
BREAKING NEWS;
TERRORIST ATTACK IN DOWNTOWN GOTHAM
ALL DOMESTIC AND INTERNATIONAL FLIGHTS GROUNDED
ALL CITY CENTRES TO FOLLOW EMERGENCY PROCEDURE.
REMAIN INDOORS.
Gotham was on fire.
The night sky, turned starless with smoke, was lit up by a thousand fires. The worst of it raged in downtown, but some of the damage was spreading to the more affluent areas of the city, a trend even the crime of Gotham rarely dared to strike against.
None could tell where the attack originated, one moment all was calm, and the next there were cries of gas. then all hell had broken loose. People were attack each other, or roving in large violent gangs, open and brash, unlike the usual insidious caution of Gotham crime. An hour has passed since the first reports, but response is still limited, for what can be done when a city rips itself apart?
IC will be up tomorrow, started it, but after a manic work shift a little tired to get anything done tonight.
Previously
There was only the slightest of creaking as the wheels of the carriage bit into the road of the countryside road it trundled down. Well maintained and elegant in its styling, it was clear that this was the transport of either someone born of high blood, or rich enough to make up for it. Both factors played into the position of one Anriette Argentine, a position that now meant she found herself surrounded by reports of both mercantile and diplomatic persuasions.
"Sir, could you refrain from staring, it quite puts me off." Her Aquatayne accent, carefully crafted, was pronounced, but not a hindrance to, her Nocturne. It was always best to sound like the nation that you were representing, and even more so, she, along with many others she had encountered, found it rather pleasing.
"I'm watching the road m'lady, I've never once gazed at you." The somewhat perplexed guard captain that sat across from her, in the rather roomy carriage, replied with confusion. He was of this land, but paid by the Embassy. It made him quite useful for excursions out and about, but still, it was clear he was never quite sure if he had offended some sort of Aquatayne tradition.
"Precisely, you're making it impossible to think of nothing but bandits and other rogues out there, surely there are better things to look at then the dark of night." She laughed a little at his sudden expression. Anriette was a fair woman, and rarely dressed to hide it, and she had made to deliberately tease him, before handing over a letter she had yet to cast her eyes over. "Please, read that to me while I check through these accounts." Recovering, the guard soon followed through with her demand, beginning to recount to her the latest communication that the head of the embassy had sent to her. A few minutes passed before a thud shook through the carriage, jostling those within, sending much of the paperwork flying around the carriage as the horse-drawn transport came to a sudden halt, the whiney and scream of horses soon following, before the whole carriage began to sag.
"Wait here m'lady, I'll see what this is about." The captain drew his blade before exciting the carriage, his form followed by the concerned gaze of the lady in his charge, once the door was shut, Anriette busied herself in restoring her hair to its proper place, a few ginger strands having come loose in the commotion. When the twang of crossbows and the thud of a body striking the ground resounded from outside, the woman could only roll her eyes.
"...Oh for the love of...this was a new gown." With that she stood herself, exciting the carriage. It was a well lit night, and the group of bandits that had gathered around the embellished carriage were treated to a near perfect view of the noblewoman leaving her transport, the ermine gown she wore studded with enough precious stones as to glisten in the moonlight.
"Looks like we've struck lucky lads." The common accent of what must have been their ring leader washed over her, as badly as the smell that emnated from the lot.
"Oh, I rather think you are mistaken." Anriette replied with a grin, which only seemed to grow wider, her teeth suddenly far too large to be contained by such a pretty smile.
---
It had been quite the challenge to secure transport into Valeria after that. The first trader to happen open them of course believed her tear-sobbed story about a combined bandit and subsequent lycan attack, the young noblewoman only surviving by baring herself in the storage of the carriage, her gown torn to pieces by foul men before they had been punished by the arrival of a roving feral wulfen. Alas he wasn't going on the right direction, so had instead taken her to the nearest point of civilisation where she might procure further transportation. This would have been a problem, her with no real funds on her, had she not been able to procure the Argentine seal, in the world of traders, that meant a lot more than the Du'lac family crest she would usually present. With promises of repayment, she had finally been able to make her way to the grand city, on time even, it had been fortunate she had set off early.
While not one to ceaselessly show off, Anriette was aware enough of her own appearance to expect to turn a few heads upon her arrival into the open session that the current vampiric elder was holding. The one that could be bothered to stay awake. That she did, dressed in a gown of blue and gold, a hallmark of Aquatayne, the redheaded beauty met a few of the stares directed her way, making sure to curtsy should they be anyone important enough to warrant it. Taking her place in the hall, provided with a comfy enough seat to rest herself upon, the diplomat contented herself with simply watching the process of Nocturne rule.
There was only the slightest of creaking as the wheels of the carriage bit into the road of the countryside road it trundled down. Well maintained and elegant in its styling, it was clear that this was the transport of either someone born of high blood, or rich enough to make up for it. Both factors played into the position of one Anriette Argentine, a position that now meant she found herself surrounded by reports of both mercantile and diplomatic persuasions.
"Sir, could you refrain from staring, it quite puts me off." Her Aquatayne accent, carefully crafted, was pronounced, but not a hindrance to, her Nocturne. It was always best to sound like the nation that you were representing, and even more so, she, along with many others she had encountered, found it rather pleasing.
"I'm watching the road m'lady, I've never once gazed at you." The somewhat perplexed guard captain that sat across from her, in the rather roomy carriage, replied with confusion. He was of this land, but paid by the Embassy. It made him quite useful for excursions out and about, but still, it was clear he was never quite sure if he had offended some sort of Aquatayne tradition.
"Precisely, you're making it impossible to think of nothing but bandits and other rogues out there, surely there are better things to look at then the dark of night." She laughed a little at his sudden expression. Anriette was a fair woman, and rarely dressed to hide it, and she had made to deliberately tease him, before handing over a letter she had yet to cast her eyes over. "Please, read that to me while I check through these accounts." Recovering, the guard soon followed through with her demand, beginning to recount to her the latest communication that the head of the embassy had sent to her. A few minutes passed before a thud shook through the carriage, jostling those within, sending much of the paperwork flying around the carriage as the horse-drawn transport came to a sudden halt, the whiney and scream of horses soon following, before the whole carriage began to sag.
"Wait here m'lady, I'll see what this is about." The captain drew his blade before exciting the carriage, his form followed by the concerned gaze of the lady in his charge, once the door was shut, Anriette busied herself in restoring her hair to its proper place, a few ginger strands having come loose in the commotion. When the twang of crossbows and the thud of a body striking the ground resounded from outside, the woman could only roll her eyes.
"...Oh for the love of...this was a new gown." With that she stood herself, exciting the carriage. It was a well lit night, and the group of bandits that had gathered around the embellished carriage were treated to a near perfect view of the noblewoman leaving her transport, the ermine gown she wore studded with enough precious stones as to glisten in the moonlight.
"Looks like we've struck lucky lads." The common accent of what must have been their ring leader washed over her, as badly as the smell that emnated from the lot.
"Oh, I rather think you are mistaken." Anriette replied with a grin, which only seemed to grow wider, her teeth suddenly far too large to be contained by such a pretty smile.
---
It had been quite the challenge to secure transport into Valeria after that. The first trader to happen open them of course believed her tear-sobbed story about a combined bandit and subsequent lycan attack, the young noblewoman only surviving by baring herself in the storage of the carriage, her gown torn to pieces by foul men before they had been punished by the arrival of a roving feral wulfen. Alas he wasn't going on the right direction, so had instead taken her to the nearest point of civilisation where she might procure further transportation. This would have been a problem, her with no real funds on her, had she not been able to procure the Argentine seal, in the world of traders, that meant a lot more than the Du'lac family crest she would usually present. With promises of repayment, she had finally been able to make her way to the grand city, on time even, it had been fortunate she had set off early.
While not one to ceaselessly show off, Anriette was aware enough of her own appearance to expect to turn a few heads upon her arrival into the open session that the current vampiric elder was holding. The one that could be bothered to stay awake. That she did, dressed in a gown of blue and gold, a hallmark of Aquatayne, the redheaded beauty met a few of the stares directed her way, making sure to curtsy should they be anyone important enough to warrant it. Taking her place in the hall, provided with a comfy enough seat to rest herself upon, the diplomat contented herself with simply watching the process of Nocturne rule.
Name: Anriette Argentine (Du'lac)
Titles: Envoy of the Aquatayne Embassy, owener of the Argentine Trading Company.
Race: Lycanthrope
Age: 27
Human Form:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4d/bb/62/4dbb62cf2b5f843e63517f5fc5e9122c.jpg
Lycan Form:
http://i43.tinypic.com/2r6l3fc.jpg
Biography:
The name Argentine is a (relatively) young, but well known name across the Mediterranean and its surrounding nations. Beginning in the Occitan states in the previous generation as what could essentially be described as a 'polite' racketeering ring, the Argentine Trading Company arose out of the profits made through 'protecting' the warehouses of those merchants willing to pay. Soon most ports in the Western Mediterranean had a least a passing presence of the growing network.
Its owner, Gilliam Argentine, went from a rather rough around the edges mob boss, to a respected trader overnight, often using his knowledge of the maritime underbelly to ensure he didn't fall afoul of the same tricks her had used to get himself into position. While many found his rise to power to be unsavoury, and thus avoided him for this reason, even those who questioned his morality could hardly have guessed that the man was in fact a Lycan, heralding from the wilderness to the North. With only a single daughter, few expected the company to last long beyond his eventual death, slain it what can best be described as internal company politics. That daughter, however, proved far more efficient and ruthless then would be expected. Within the year all those who might have had a role in her father's death had joined him, despite their previously prominent positions, with relatively little damage to the company. This minor setback was more then equalled by Anriette's desires to expand the business, pushing into markets across the sea. The sigil of a a silver mermaid clutching an 'A' can now be seen, in some form, across the known world.
This was not the end of her ambitions however, Anriette looked to surpass her father not just in terms of business, but also social movement. Four years ago, she orchestrated her own marriage into the noble, but increasingly cash poor house of Du'lac, first cousins to the crown of Aquatayne. Rather then revel in such a position, as one might, she instead used her new position to take a position as an envoy for the Ambassadors of Aquatayne, to provide yet another post from which to improve her position. Having served within the Aquatayne Embassy to the Empire of Konstantia for a year, she has now been transferred to Nocturne, a situation she finds, in private, more than a little bit amusing.
Despite her efficient and ambitious ways, Anritte is actually quite a personable individual, enjoying the finer elements of life, charming and easy to get on with, she develops a wide circle of friends where ever she may be, friendships often genuinely won, and then later called upon to benefit the young lady in some way. Softly spoken, with a somewhat girlish nature, despite her position many still do not fail to underestimate her.
The Argentine Trading Company:
Primarily focusing on territory in what was modern France and Spain, the Argentine Trading company sponsors routes across the sea, involved in both bulk and luxury trading, with increasing inroads into Africa. Roughly 20 ships of varying size can attest to be directly owned by the company, while several hundred could be sponsored at any one time. Increasingly, however, the Company makes money as a middle man, buying goods from other traders before selling them on to buyers across the scope of their network.
Titles: Envoy of the Aquatayne Embassy, owener of the Argentine Trading Company.
Race: Lycanthrope
Age: 27
Human Form:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4d/bb/62/4dbb62cf2b5f843e63517f5fc5e9122c.jpg
Lycan Form:
http://i43.tinypic.com/2r6l3fc.jpg
Biography:
The name Argentine is a (relatively) young, but well known name across the Mediterranean and its surrounding nations. Beginning in the Occitan states in the previous generation as what could essentially be described as a 'polite' racketeering ring, the Argentine Trading Company arose out of the profits made through 'protecting' the warehouses of those merchants willing to pay. Soon most ports in the Western Mediterranean had a least a passing presence of the growing network.
Its owner, Gilliam Argentine, went from a rather rough around the edges mob boss, to a respected trader overnight, often using his knowledge of the maritime underbelly to ensure he didn't fall afoul of the same tricks her had used to get himself into position. While many found his rise to power to be unsavoury, and thus avoided him for this reason, even those who questioned his morality could hardly have guessed that the man was in fact a Lycan, heralding from the wilderness to the North. With only a single daughter, few expected the company to last long beyond his eventual death, slain it what can best be described as internal company politics. That daughter, however, proved far more efficient and ruthless then would be expected. Within the year all those who might have had a role in her father's death had joined him, despite their previously prominent positions, with relatively little damage to the company. This minor setback was more then equalled by Anriette's desires to expand the business, pushing into markets across the sea. The sigil of a a silver mermaid clutching an 'A' can now be seen, in some form, across the known world.
This was not the end of her ambitions however, Anriette looked to surpass her father not just in terms of business, but also social movement. Four years ago, she orchestrated her own marriage into the noble, but increasingly cash poor house of Du'lac, first cousins to the crown of Aquatayne. Rather then revel in such a position, as one might, she instead used her new position to take a position as an envoy for the Ambassadors of Aquatayne, to provide yet another post from which to improve her position. Having served within the Aquatayne Embassy to the Empire of Konstantia for a year, she has now been transferred to Nocturne, a situation she finds, in private, more than a little bit amusing.
Despite her efficient and ambitious ways, Anritte is actually quite a personable individual, enjoying the finer elements of life, charming and easy to get on with, she develops a wide circle of friends where ever she may be, friendships often genuinely won, and then later called upon to benefit the young lady in some way. Softly spoken, with a somewhat girlish nature, despite her position many still do not fail to underestimate her.
The Argentine Trading Company:
Primarily focusing on territory in what was modern France and Spain, the Argentine Trading company sponsors routes across the sea, involved in both bulk and luxury trading, with increasing inroads into Africa. Roughly 20 ships of varying size can attest to be directly owned by the company, while several hundred could be sponsored at any one time. Increasingly, however, the Company makes money as a middle man, buying goods from other traders before selling them on to buyers across the scope of their network.
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