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Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

I'll write up a sheet shortly.

Woop da Snoop

X-Men: Logan-verse

Boop

I am here.

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

Need me some star wars, interested.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

While the rest of the Titans made their way into the city to fight off the new threat directly, Barry remained atop the tower, surveying the city as it began to literally rip itself apart. At least, that is what he appeared to be doing, in reality, his mind raced across the electric fields of San Francisco and the machine-creatures attacking it. While he fought to disable some, severing their connection to the entity pushing them to chaos, his focus instead was to track it, to locate this mechanical intelligence.

He found shards of it entombed in every creation, not a ghost, but an actual shard of the entity, as he approached what he assumed was the crucible of the issue, the number of shards and the strength of the resistance increased. Rather than fight, he simply passed on, tracing over the hostile entities.

When he finally located the intelligence, he found not one single entity, but a swarm. Countless intelligences together, acting as one. A cloud of machine minds linked by technology that was far beyond the capability of Humanity. An alien threat then. If heroes could fall from the sky, so to, it seemed, could villains. With that discovery, Barry returned in full to his own form, immediately patching into the Titan's communication network via his suit.

"Everyone, I'm providing the location of the control-entity, defeating that 'could' solve our problem, or, at least, prevent them from acting as one."

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The Overload felt the presence of the human mind reach across it, but that was not it's primary concern. Awareness of it did not present a threat, it was here simply to destroy, to bring the city to its knees. It knew not why, that was merely the purpose it found within it's own coding.

To that end, the greater target were those who worked to prevent the destruction caused by its lesser-entities. The law-enforcement and other emergency services of the city, for having recovered from the initial blackout they were making some headway through traditional means. Even more so were the spattering of more talented individuals, those with a greater ability than the average citizen Overload had been tasked with terrifying.

Sub-units were rerouted, targeting these new elements in the equation. Counters tasked to the equivalent threats, machines reforming themselves to best fight their new targets, to counter their abilities. Some were easier than most. Overload knew immediately that sub-units would likely not be powerful enough to defeat the greater of them, so instead, it swamped them with numbers, abandoning the task to destroy the infrastructure of the city to dispatching, holding, delaying the enemy.

Central Unit. Move to Engage

It did not know where the command came from, but it made ready to obey all the same. The growing cloud of nano-robots shifting into a more solid shape, gathering itself in a more condensed form.

"Overload. Battle Ready. Executing."

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Smarts

Name: Daisy 'Smarts' Jett

Age: 21/35

Species: Kindred

Clan: Malkavian

Generation: 10th

Appearance: Looks much like in the picture shown above. She couldn't have stood taller than 5'6" and weighed a little over 120 pounds. Her frame was lithe and her build was barely athletic. Long, matted dreadlocks flow from her mess of hair, adorned with crushed bottle caps and twine. A single bell is tied to one of her dreads, jingling as she moves. A pair of thick framed glasses rest on her face, above piercing blue eyes. Her clothes were simple and filthy and she wore heavy rubber boots. The woman carried a backpack that was equipped with a sleeping bag and other assorted gear.

Personality: The seemingly young girl is childish in nature, giving the impression that she is even more youthful than her apparent age. She would be oddly cheerful in most circumstances, trying to make the best out of most situations. It was clear that she saw things differently than other people however. Smarts would often treat people as if they were someone else completely, sometimes not even able to recognize whom she had previously encountered. It also seems that her flow of time is not consistent, as she would act confused by any mention of it. Still, her actions were oddly meticulous, able to take care of herself, avoiding sunlight, and properly intertwining into situations she saw fit. Although she has no need for the glasses, Smarts wears them because she claims that they help her see past obstructions. The young woman acts as if this gives her some foresight into future events, though these are hard for her to decode as they seem to have both already happened and currently be happening as well.

Generally, she could be seen as fairly kind, perhaps gentle in nature, hardly seeing any potential danger in the world around her... at least from an outsider's perspective. Though she could be hard or even impossible to understand and was prone to making questionable decisions. One who was aware of her situation might even take some pity upon her, as from time to time she seemed flustered by her inability to express herself to others.

Biography: Unlike many of her peers, Smarts only knew the relatively modern world. She had a fairly average existence for most of her life in Dayton, Ohio. Through her teenage years she had started to fall to drug addiction however and was soon kicked out of her home. Dropping out of school and living on the streets, Smarts was seemingly destined for a life of destitution and struggle. Everything changed one night when she met a stranger passing through the city, whom introduced her into the world of Darkness.

His name was Thaddeus, a traveler whom seemed lost and confused, though willing to share a meal and a bottle of booze with the young woman one night. He claimed that an otherworldly force had guided him there, calling for him to meet Smarts. Although she just chalked it up to the man being mentally unstable. Later in the night, he performed the embrace upon Smarts, changing her into a Kindred. When the young woman came to, she had found herself feeding upon a nearby homeless man, overseen by Thaddeus.

Thaddeus told her that she had been gifted and was now to exist for a greater purpose. Of course, she didn't believe this at first, and even shunned her sire, departing from him. She soon found herself struggling with her new identity however. Smarts discovered an aversion for the sun, a need for blood, and strange things starting to happen around her. Scared and confused, she began to accept her fate when Thaddeus returned to her.

It was from this point that Thaddeus began to explain the greater world. What he knew of their existence, their politics, their abilities. He promised her that she would find her purpose in this new existence and the two of them would simply wait for their calling. It was around this time that Smarts' mind began to 'deteriorate'. The way she viewed the world began to change along with her personality. Next thing Smarts knew, people faded in and out of existence around her, strange beings made contact in her dreams, inanimate objects had souls. The confusion completely warped who she was, though Thaddeus kept her safe and in check.

The two began travelling together, living on the streets, and moving city to city by hitchhiking and stowing away on freight trains. They would often feed on others in the homeless community and hid in abandoned buildings or under bridges during the day. They wandered without purpose, simply existing, keeping one another company, and waiting for their calling as Thaddeus had suggested.

One night that calling seemed to have come to Smarts. Thaddeus had disappeared, vanishing without a trace. The young Kindred was first confused to exist without her sire, though things soon became clear when voices began to beckon in her head. They called for the two to reunite, in a place where they may serve some purpose, where things were vastly changing. The voices called for Smarts to find the intricate world of California.

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Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Most probably!

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Barry had answers prepared for Kara, answers for what he could imagine her responses could be. He'd never expect her to put any of them, the team, him, even the very planet they were on, ahead of her quest for answers and direction. But Barry knew who she was going after, even without Oracle whispering in his ear, and that was someone even Supergirl could use back up for.

He never had the opportunity to give those answers, even if she were to listen, she was gone by the time he had fully recovered from the assault on himself and the tower. Barry was sluggish as he stood, not yet entirely sure that the Tower had been defended, keeping most of his mind on the business of keeping the Titan's own tower from turning into a Titan-hungry murder machine. He resolved to use as little energy as possible actually running his body, the rest, he used to compile what news and reports were trickling in across the city, then directing those to the many screens across the tower. Soon all the Titans would have a streamline view of Reports, police radio signals and the like, all those that had not been knocked out by the attack.

Once this was done, and he was triple sure that the virus had been purged from the tower, he punched in the elevator button. He hesitated for a few moments, his jaw set as he resisted the urge to run after Kara. She didn't need his help, most likely, but they'd long approached matters as a team, and he did not like leaving matters in the tone they had. He dismissed the thought, he could hardly beseech her with the values of the team then ignore it himself.

"On my way back up to you. Check the nearest TVs, I've switched them to giving us as strategic view of the city as possible" Barry's mind pulsed through the Tower's communication system, as he rode the elevator back up, stepping out onto a rooftop that was radically more serious than the one he had left.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

There was a long pause before it became evident that Barry had moved. While the Flash was characterised by a 'woosh' of noise and energy when bursting into motion, it was a phenomena he could control and implement, and over such short distances in a social setting, much easier to simply suppress. Perhaps it was rude to extract himself from the budding introductions he had dived into, but there were more pressing matters.

When Kara approached the elevator doors, he was already leaning against the doors, smiling in much the same way as his initial greeting, the strain building behind it all but invisible to even the trained eye.

"Come on in, I'll show you how it works." His tone was teasing if jovial, yet another on the long list of 'alien' jokes he had sent Kara's way over the course of their interactions, and a lot less serious than the words he had planned for her. Implicit behind it was the lack of asking if she wished the company. When the doors of the elevator closed, sealing them off in their brief downward journey, his smile almost faded. Replaced with his good humour, was a smile that was all friendly concern.

"You are aware you're part of a team now? Grayson was just beginning introductions, this isn't exactly a fair time to dash off." He deliberately avoided the use of 'Nightwing.' Kara was not a child, but the trauma of losing her world and family could cause her to snap like one over her frustrations with 'hew-manity.' It was fair enough given the circumstances, and he could hardly blame her, but he didn't have time for it now.

"Whatever you're running off to do, can wait, we can both move across continents in moments, we're hardly confined by schedule. Not like all of those above us, who we're supposed to be working with." He added as the elevator doors 'dinged' open, signalling Barry to lean back off the walls of the elevator, pausing for her reaction.

Then it hit him.

A wave of nausea and pain, enough that he could not suppress the groan that was shaken from him. Warning signals flared across his connection with the Flashsuit.

Invasive Attack Underway. Isolating

The suit communicated to him through electrical impulses, translated by his own connection with the force of Electricity. Regular sound was too slow, and the on-board suit-AIs that other heroes had been known to possess were unnecessary for Barry. Who needs a super computer when your brain had already been souped up into one?

It was a simple thing to recover from the attack, and purge the suit system, once he had recovered from the strain of the initial surge. By the time he had done so, he was already securing the tower, his mind reaching out to interact with the vast array of computers within the Titan Tower. He systematically destroyed the Virus attack, blow by blow. On his way, he discovered that the invasion was not limited to the computers alone, but was branching across all electrical fields, much like his own abilities.

Unlike himself, however, the attack was not focused, it was a blanket endeavor that lacked finesse. It strained him, but with little challenge he reached out to drive the attack away. Facilities around the tower sparked to life, who shut down, as Barry's electrical self dealt with the attack as quickly as possible. A few systems failures along the way were the inevitable cost. He hoped Dick or WayneTech didn't get too upset.

Once he had done so, he 'awoke' panting as if he'd just run a marathon.

Perhaps a couple of seconds had passed.

"Kara. We're under attack." He spoke directly to her, before pulsing the same warning across the Tower's audio systems.

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The electro-virus ripped through San Francisco, a wave of energy imperceptible to the human mind except in its immediate effects. What had caused the 'outbreak' was as of yet unknown, but the dangers were soon evident. First, electrical devices across the city began to flare and die. Not in their totality, but a spattering across the city, with a focus on infrastructure and those designed to respond to threats.

Then they began to wake.

Large scale machines, of all kinds, began to twist and buckle, their circuits driving their metallic forms into new shapes, designed for one thing. Havoc. Before long, the city was overrun with them, machines twisted into evil intent, newly programmed to simply cause the greatest damage possible.

At the centre of it all, the tiny chip that had started the outbreak, hidden within the city, began to build its own form. A cloud of electrical energy, building until a humanoid form of static and metal stood of its own accord, only to mutter its first words.

"Overload Online."