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The school's PA system crackled to life, bringing with it a friendly, yet professional woman's voice. "Good morning, Oliver Queen Memorial. All students are required to attend an inaugural school assembly, which will take place on the basketball courts located within the school gym. This assembly will outline school policy as well as mark the beginning of Day One orientation. Assembly will commence in 30 minutes."
@RumikoOhara
Numerous cameras monitored the school's interior and exterior, focusing primarily on the protesters gathered outside. The moment the brick was hurled at Vernon Reed, CCTV footage was recorded and examined, multiple cameras and microphones from smart devices were used to identify the party responsible and a thirty second video was cut together, showing the assailant's face and incriminating act as it occurred, forwarding the footage first to the Dean, second to the on-campus security personnel and finally to several law enforcement agencies, all while concealing the existence of the system that was monitoring every device on the planet.
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Assailant: Brook Arlie Harden
Age: 49
D.O.B: 11-22-1988
Occupation: Aged Care Facility Nurse
Previous Convictions: Trespassing. Resisting Arrest. Verbal Assault.
Known Affiliations: United Church of Traditional Humanity
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Notes: Soundbyte 00624 added to profile. Proclamation of "He's one of them!" (00:12) denotes an attack motivated by prejudice and discrimination. Hate Crime charges to be applied.
Chance of successful prosecution: 83% with consideration towards prior convictions, current public opinion and social media trends.
Chance of successful rehabilitation: 27% with consideration to psychological profile and digital medical records.
Estimated time until incarceration: Three days.
Estimated sentence: One year.
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Within moments, several security personnel were making their way through the crowd towards the woman. Despite audible protests involving cliches such as "I know my rights" and "Fascist pigs", the woman was escorted away, along with two others who had been recorded and charged with Attempted Assault on an Arresting Officer.
@Afro Samurai
"Crap."
The raven haired girl looked at the doorknob despairingly. It looked like someone squashed fudge. Alura had thought that with all her father's training, kryptonian strength would be easy control. After all, control was basically her father's middle name. The first clue that she was wrong was when she pulled the door off the car that had arrived to pick her up at the airport. Of course her father had a second car ready and a drive who made sure to open the door for her. A plan for every eventuality.
Alura sighed. She was going to need to relearn her entire life, not to mention maintain constant vigilance. The last thing she could afford to do was shake someone's hand in a moment of forgetfulness. She suddenly wished her mother were here, that was one person she didn't have to worry about hurting, but her mother was a busy woman. Conflicts, while few and far between these days, still occurred, and with her father retired it was usually her mother who was away 'working'.
That wasn't to say they didn't spend time together. They'd both gotten in some flight training before she had left and even had time to go out to eat. For potstickers, of course, a shared favourite of mother and daughter. Otherwise it had been just Alura and her father most of the time. Although he was occupied by different responsibilities, he had always made time for her. Typically that involved training of some kind or another, but other times it involved much less likely activities. Like when her father had taught her to sew.
"You're going to need to know this." He'd said to her as he'd patched up a shirt she'd torn during one of their many sparring sessions, "I always had Alfred around to do this for me, but when he was gone? Well..." He'd trailed off like he always tended to do whenever he spoke of his former guardian. And so the former Dark Knight had taught her to cook, clean and sew, not so she could make a good housewife one day, but so she could be more self-sufficient.
"Good morning, Oliver Queen Memorial..." The sudden PA announcement startled the young girl and her hands shot up to cover her ears. The electronic earplugs she wore were supposed to lessen the volume of all incoming sounds until she could adjust to her enhanced hearing, but they were still set to allow in more noise than she was used to. Once the announcement ended, Alura contemplated her options for accessing her dorm. She didn't want to call her father, she needed to rely on herself and he'd tell her as much. She could break down the door, but she didn't know if her roommate was in there and the lead-infused contacts lenses she wore prevented her from using her X-ray vision, which she still couldn't control anyway. So the only other option was to knock.
"Easy does it..." She whispered to herself as she tapped the door as lightly as possible.
CRACK
Alrua's shoulders slumped as she looked at her fist, buried in a newly made hole in the wood of the door.
"God dammit..."
As security and police led Brook Arlie Harden away, another problem arose. Several of the protesters began exhibiting abilities similar to speedsters. The resulting chaos immediately garnered the attention of Brother Eye.
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Several civilians exhibiting abilities typical of Speedster-Class Meta-Humans. Digital medical records shows the presence of a recessive meta-gene in only one affected individual.
Chance of spontaneous meta-gene activation in individual: 8%
Chance of spontaneous meta-gene activation in all affected individuals: 0.00003%
Chance of spontaneous muliple meta-gene activation in immediate proximity resulting in only Speedster-class abilities: 0.000000000000000007%
Chance of outside influence: 99.000000000000000003%
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Accessing Database of Known Speedster-Inducing Compunds.
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Civilians likely contaminated by Velocity 9. Conclusion reached due to recent enrollment known Velocity 9 dealer, Araxie Annan. Speedster/Ivy-Class hybrid meta-human. Currently located at home resid-
Adjustment.
Currently located at corner of 5th an-
Adjustment.
Currently located at Oliver Queen Memorial School. Proximity places likelihood of Araxie Annan being the perpetrator at 99.6%.
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Likelihood of resolution by Campus Security: 0.000006%
Likelihood of resolution by Law Enforcement Agencies: 0.000000001%
Likelihood of resolution by Bruce Wayne: 0.03%
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Directing Araxie Annan to Bruce Wayne.
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Brother Eye set about accessing the school's PA system. Once again, the voice of the friendly, professional woman came across the speakers. "Araxie Annan, please report to the Dean's office immediately."
@Burning Kitty
Richard watched the chaos begin to unfold among the protesters as campus security moved in. He had no intention of staying around to watch the outcome. He doubted he's be able to catch it if he did anyway, these people were hand picked by the Batman himself, meaning they had more funding than the Gotham City Police Department, which was saying something considering Bruce Wayne funded them too. At the very least, campus security for a meta school was going to be equipped with 5-U-93-R pills, never mind whatever else they'd been provided to deal with speedsters. If what his mother had told him was right, Leonard "Captain Cold" Snart himself had designed the non-lethal cold guns used by most law enforcement agencies.
Dick shook his head as he walked past. These people were lucky they could even protest. In some corners of the world they were still cutting peoples hands off for petty theft. He shuddered. It was a mental image he'd spent years trying to forget. If the people protesting outside a school had put their time and energy into helping those who were actually downtrodden, he might of respected them, but these people were livestreaming the protest on three hundred dollar tablets, wearing jewelry as a fashion statement when that money could have fed some families for a month, acting like their lives were threatened.
He gritted his teeth. There was a difference between the downtrodden and the intolerant, and looking at the people gathered outside the school walls, those were not the kind of people who needed any help from someone like Richard. If anything, they were the ones who could stand to be a little more giving.
Looking at the school campus, Richard pondered for a moment. His mother had always spoken rather highly of Bruce Wayne. The billionaire who actually went out into the streets of Gotham and fought for the oppressed and fearful. But, as his mother was also quick to point out, a man too ready to die a martyr.
It was this man's school his mother wanted him to attend, for what reason he didn't know. She had made it sound like it had been to help him learn how to better control and understand his abilities, but that was obviously untrue. He'd had eleven years to adjust and he'd be trained by his mother, what more could anyone teach him? Did she expect him to become the next Robin or something? The Batman's sidekicks didn't have a stellar record when it came to sanity or longevity.
But those were her conditions if she were answer any of his questions regarding his father, a trait he had comes to expect from his mother, a "You do this for me and I'll do something for you" mentality that he had similarly adopted in many ways. He started to make his way farther into the school when a feminine figure caught his eye. She was similarly making her way past the crowd and into the school, her light-coloured hair catching the breeze. She had a decidedly athletic figure and piercing blue eyes.
"Well then," Richard said to no one but himself, "Maybe this school thing isn't so bad after all." Jogging to catch up to the girl he fell in step alongside her.
"Hey, there." He said, a bright smile adorning his face. If there was one thing his mother had trained him especially well in, it was charm. "You're a student? I don't suppose you'd be able to help me find my way, it's my first day."
@Lionhearted
@RumikoOhara
Brother Eye
Numerous cameras monitored the school's interior and exterior, focusing primarily on the protesters gathered outside. The moment the brick was hurled at Vernon Reed, CCTV footage was recorded and examined, multiple cameras and microphones from smart devices were used to identify the party responsible and a thirty second video was cut together, showing the assailant's face and incriminating act as it occurred, forwarding the footage first to the Dean, second to the on-campus security personnel and finally to several law enforcement agencies, all while concealing the existence of the system that was monitoring every device on the planet.
-----------------------
Assailant: Brook Arlie Harden
Age: 49
D.O.B: 11-22-1988
Occupation: Aged Care Facility Nurse
Previous Convictions: Trespassing. Resisting Arrest. Verbal Assault.
Known Affiliations: United Church of Traditional Humanity
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Notes: Soundbyte 00624 added to profile. Proclamation of "He's one of them!" (00:12) denotes an attack motivated by prejudice and discrimination. Hate Crime charges to be applied.
Chance of successful prosecution: 83% with consideration towards prior convictions, current public opinion and social media trends.
Chance of successful rehabilitation: 27% with consideration to psychological profile and digital medical records.
Estimated time until incarceration: Three days.
Estimated sentence: One year.
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Within moments, several security personnel were making their way through the crowd towards the woman. Despite audible protests involving cliches such as "I know my rights" and "Fascist pigs", the woman was escorted away, along with two others who had been recorded and charged with Attempted Assault on an Arresting Officer.
@Afro Samurai
"Crap."
The raven haired girl looked at the doorknob despairingly. It looked like someone squashed fudge. Alura had thought that with all her father's training, kryptonian strength would be easy control. After all, control was basically her father's middle name. The first clue that she was wrong was when she pulled the door off the car that had arrived to pick her up at the airport. Of course her father had a second car ready and a drive who made sure to open the door for her. A plan for every eventuality.
Alura sighed. She was going to need to relearn her entire life, not to mention maintain constant vigilance. The last thing she could afford to do was shake someone's hand in a moment of forgetfulness. She suddenly wished her mother were here, that was one person she didn't have to worry about hurting, but her mother was a busy woman. Conflicts, while few and far between these days, still occurred, and with her father retired it was usually her mother who was away 'working'.
That wasn't to say they didn't spend time together. They'd both gotten in some flight training before she had left and even had time to go out to eat. For potstickers, of course, a shared favourite of mother and daughter. Otherwise it had been just Alura and her father most of the time. Although he was occupied by different responsibilities, he had always made time for her. Typically that involved training of some kind or another, but other times it involved much less likely activities. Like when her father had taught her to sew.
"You're going to need to know this." He'd said to her as he'd patched up a shirt she'd torn during one of their many sparring sessions, "I always had Alfred around to do this for me, but when he was gone? Well..." He'd trailed off like he always tended to do whenever he spoke of his former guardian. And so the former Dark Knight had taught her to cook, clean and sew, not so she could make a good housewife one day, but so she could be more self-sufficient.
"Good morning, Oliver Queen Memorial..." The sudden PA announcement startled the young girl and her hands shot up to cover her ears. The electronic earplugs she wore were supposed to lessen the volume of all incoming sounds until she could adjust to her enhanced hearing, but they were still set to allow in more noise than she was used to. Once the announcement ended, Alura contemplated her options for accessing her dorm. She didn't want to call her father, she needed to rely on herself and he'd tell her as much. She could break down the door, but she didn't know if her roommate was in there and the lead-infused contacts lenses she wore prevented her from using her X-ray vision, which she still couldn't control anyway. So the only other option was to knock.
"Easy does it..." She whispered to herself as she tapped the door as lightly as possible.
CRACK
Alrua's shoulders slumped as she looked at her fist, buried in a newly made hole in the wood of the door.
"God dammit..."
Brother Eye
As security and police led Brook Arlie Harden away, another problem arose. Several of the protesters began exhibiting abilities similar to speedsters. The resulting chaos immediately garnered the attention of Brother Eye.
-----------------------
Several civilians exhibiting abilities typical of Speedster-Class Meta-Humans. Digital medical records shows the presence of a recessive meta-gene in only one affected individual.
Chance of spontaneous meta-gene activation in individual: 8%
Chance of spontaneous meta-gene activation in all affected individuals: 0.00003%
Chance of spontaneous muliple meta-gene activation in immediate proximity resulting in only Speedster-class abilities: 0.000000000000000007%
Chance of outside influence: 99.000000000000000003%
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Accessing Database of Known Speedster-Inducing Compunds.
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Civilians likely contaminated by Velocity 9. Conclusion reached due to recent enrollment known Velocity 9 dealer, Araxie Annan. Speedster/Ivy-Class hybrid meta-human. Currently located at home resid-
Adjustment.
Currently located at corner of 5th an-
Adjustment.
Currently located at Oliver Queen Memorial School. Proximity places likelihood of Araxie Annan being the perpetrator at 99.6%.
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Likelihood of resolution by Campus Security: 0.000006%
Likelihood of resolution by Law Enforcement Agencies: 0.000000001%
Likelihood of resolution by Bruce Wayne: 0.03%
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Directing Araxie Annan to Bruce Wayne.
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Brother Eye set about accessing the school's PA system. Once again, the voice of the friendly, professional woman came across the speakers. "Araxie Annan, please report to the Dean's office immediately."
@Burning Kitty
Richard watched the chaos begin to unfold among the protesters as campus security moved in. He had no intention of staying around to watch the outcome. He doubted he's be able to catch it if he did anyway, these people were hand picked by the Batman himself, meaning they had more funding than the Gotham City Police Department, which was saying something considering Bruce Wayne funded them too. At the very least, campus security for a meta school was going to be equipped with 5-U-93-R pills, never mind whatever else they'd been provided to deal with speedsters. If what his mother had told him was right, Leonard "Captain Cold" Snart himself had designed the non-lethal cold guns used by most law enforcement agencies.
Dick shook his head as he walked past. These people were lucky they could even protest. In some corners of the world they were still cutting peoples hands off for petty theft. He shuddered. It was a mental image he'd spent years trying to forget. If the people protesting outside a school had put their time and energy into helping those who were actually downtrodden, he might of respected them, but these people were livestreaming the protest on three hundred dollar tablets, wearing jewelry as a fashion statement when that money could have fed some families for a month, acting like their lives were threatened.
He gritted his teeth. There was a difference between the downtrodden and the intolerant, and looking at the people gathered outside the school walls, those were not the kind of people who needed any help from someone like Richard. If anything, they were the ones who could stand to be a little more giving.
Looking at the school campus, Richard pondered for a moment. His mother had always spoken rather highly of Bruce Wayne. The billionaire who actually went out into the streets of Gotham and fought for the oppressed and fearful. But, as his mother was also quick to point out, a man too ready to die a martyr.
It was this man's school his mother wanted him to attend, for what reason he didn't know. She had made it sound like it had been to help him learn how to better control and understand his abilities, but that was obviously untrue. He'd had eleven years to adjust and he'd be trained by his mother, what more could anyone teach him? Did she expect him to become the next Robin or something? The Batman's sidekicks didn't have a stellar record when it came to sanity or longevity.
But those were her conditions if she were answer any of his questions regarding his father, a trait he had comes to expect from his mother, a "You do this for me and I'll do something for you" mentality that he had similarly adopted in many ways. He started to make his way farther into the school when a feminine figure caught his eye. She was similarly making her way past the crowd and into the school, her light-coloured hair catching the breeze. She had a decidedly athletic figure and piercing blue eyes.
"Well then," Richard said to no one but himself, "Maybe this school thing isn't so bad after all." Jogging to catch up to the girl he fell in step alongside her.
"Hey, there." He said, a bright smile adorning his face. If there was one thing his mother had trained him especially well in, it was charm. "You're a student? I don't suppose you'd be able to help me find my way, it's my first day."
@Lionhearted
In that case, @Burning Kitty, @RumikoOhara, @Lionhearted, I'll have an IC post up in a second to help keep the ball rolling.
Catholic. Psychadelic. Synth. Folk?
I'm probably one of the least religious people, but I can't stop listening to this, it sounds so good. This woman went on to provide vocal for the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack.
I'm probably one of the least religious people, but I can't stop listening to this, it sounds so good. This woman went on to provide vocal for the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack.
@SleepingSilence Not bad, good background music to zone out to and I could see a Twitch streamer I like playing this in the background while they game. 6.5/10.
I was only just introduced to these guys not too long ago. I'd heard them here and there but I never knew who they were. It was tough picking which one to post, since Free, Pretty When You Cry and Song without a Name have quickly become some of my favourite songs.
I was only just introduced to these guys not too long ago. I'd heard them here and there but I never knew who they were. It was tough picking which one to post, since Free, Pretty When You Cry and Song without a Name have quickly become some of my favourite songs.
I'm liking the various personalities of everyone's characters so far! I get the feeling that if Superman and Wonder Woman had shown a little more restraint, and Batman a little less restraint, Araxie would have less of a problem with them. It'll be interesting to see which way Jenny leans too! It also sounds like there may be some biased opinions Arthura may need to overcome, much like Alura!
I've been talking to Divine Darkness who is working on getting their CS ready and once they have that and an IC post submitted I'll make a GM post to keep things moving.
I've been talking to Divine Darkness who is working on getting their CS ready and once they have that and an IC post submitted I'll make a GM post to keep things moving.
@Lionhearted 'Capes' is Burning Kitty's in-character description of all superheores and metas. Because Superman's One Earth Regime was created by those who were supposed to be superheroes and were supposed to use their powers responibly and for the betterment of mankind, there are many people who don't trust heroes, or capes, anymore because they saw just how corrupt and tyranical they could be.
Specifically, because Superman was kryptonian, there's also alot of xenophobia now towards aliens, especially kryptonians like Kara Zor-El. And since Wonder Woman was essentially Superman's second in command, that distrust and prejudice has extended to Amazons too.
Basically, it's all just another type of discrimination. Kind of like the anti-mutant sentiments in the X-men universe.
Specifically, because Superman was kryptonian, there's also alot of xenophobia now towards aliens, especially kryptonians like Kara Zor-El. And since Wonder Woman was essentially Superman's second in command, that distrust and prejudice has extended to Amazons too.
Basically, it's all just another type of discrimination. Kind of like the anti-mutant sentiments in the X-men universe.
@Divine Darkness I'll try to keep spoilers to a minimum until you're caught up on Injustice 2 :D
Fun Fact: Only the images of Angel O'Day, Barbara Gordon, Sam Simeon and Pamela Ysley are of people who have not played those characters. The rest either portrayed them in live-action adaptations or voiced their animated characters. (With the exception of Connor Queen, who portrayed Oliver Queen in Smallville)
Fun Fact: Only the images of Angel O'Day, Barbara Gordon, Sam Simeon and Pamela Ysley are of people who have not played those characters. The rest either portrayed them in live-action adaptations or voiced their animated characters. (With the exception of Connor Queen, who portrayed Oliver Queen in Smallville)
Added links to images of each staff member in the premise post.
I'll give it a look. Ironically, growing up without much meant I never got used to online messaging tools like MSN and AIM, so I never think to check those things and don't really know how to navigate them, so I'm probably the least likely to be distracted by it, meaning most people will have to come back here to get my attention.
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