Hound55

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

The way I figure... the Superior Rogues app is complete as well.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Shit day at work today.

Funeral tomorrow. Suspect that'll take a lot out of the family, so I likely won't be around much.

I'll be all over RP stuff the day after.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

*Tries to figure out how he hurt everyone that they'd deny him a functioning Pet Avengers*

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

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Hound: I'm going to play all the heroes through the JSA

Hound: I'm going to play all the villains too!

@Sep

"I'll tell you what I'd do, man... Two sheets... Every character at the same time..."

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Alright, I'm gonna post what I've got here, in hopes it'll hold my feet to the fire and see it finished in the next day or two.

Bad to the Bone... B-B-B-B-Bad...

S U P E R I O R R O G U E S
S U P E R I O R R O G U E S

<sup>"Letcher in on a secret for free, mate. Your lot may be scientifically advanced and all that over us. But for downright mean and nasty... come to us."
- George "Digger" Harkness, Captain Boomerang (not to be confused with that dodgy second rate bludger over in New York)</sup>

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ The Superior Rogues of Spiders & Flash _________________________________________________________ Mercenaries, Thieves, Ne'erdowells & General Assorted Scumbaggery _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | SRS&F is... Open C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The three bars have changed hands numerous times over the years. But ownership has always remained well aware of the current customer base they serve. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ WHAT IF 'THE BAR WITH NO NAME' WAS PART OF A FRANCHISE? Three bars nationwide share mutually interested ownership. MacBeth's ('The Bar With No Name'), Manhattan, NEW YORK Only on official paperwork is 'the Bar' known as MacBeth's. With criminals being a superstitious and cowardly lot, 'the Bar With No Name's regular clientele first began avoiding use of the name on days of pulling a job. Then entirely. Sensing a marketing opportunity, ownership jumped at the notion and removed all 'MacBeth's signage until it's unofficial nom de plume spread by its regular's became it's most well known one. Now few but the oldest of its frequenters are familiar with its actual name and backstory. Made even rarer by the Bar's changes in ownership down the years. The Bar With No Name operates out of Manhattan, and is well known to the less law-abiding elements of NYC, Jersey, Gotham and Bludhaven looking for a place to wet their whistle, and a stable discreet location where work can often find them. The Keystone Saloon, Keystone City, KANSAS Opened in 1805, before Kansas had even gained statehood. A bunch of enterprising gents had travelled westward into the newly acquired but not yet organised territories gained in the Louisiana purchase, with the thought being that so much was ripe for the taking, and that whatever order WOULD be established there, would likely find the path of least resistance, to deal with the American settlers who had already staked claims and established themselves. The saloon was the first port of order, and a key locale for these new types, often of varying conscience. And so became the bar's legacy of asking few questions, and serving all sorts. Over 200 years later, and it remains very much the same. The Nolle Prosequi (Also known informally as 'The Nolle' or 'The Grassy Nolle'), Gateway City, CALIFORNIA The Nolle Prosequi started out as a lawyer's bar near the courthouse, in the 1937s. The swirling hustle and bustle of the era, the glitz and glamour of the time, and it's reputation for seedy clientele saw the Nolle fall behind and become less competitive and an 'It' spot for the Who's Who of the day. But their clientele still paid the bills, still kept the lights on, and even as it slowly sank away from the defense attorney's and it's original base as its reputation became too rough for them, it had forged it's own path and became an uttered meeting place, or contact point for the criminal underbelly of a lot of the coastal California crime scene whether they call Coast City, Jump City or even Star City home. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? This one's my fun, cut-loose and bring-the-LOLs app. Some of you might be familiar with my Blue Beetle run... think more along those lines, whilst J.S.A and Hourman are more of a love letter to the history of the comics medium. S U P E R I O R C L I E N T E L E S U P E R I O R C L I E N T E L E ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Bar With No Name, NEW YORK Expect to see the following familiar faces (amongst others) in this region: Boomerang Shocker Beetle Overdrive White Rabbit Kite-Man Keystone Saloon, KANSAS Expect to see the following familiar faces (amongst others) in this region: Captain Cold Captain Boomerang Mirror Master Weather Wizard The Trickster Heatwave Abra Kadabra Golden Glider Top Doctor Alchemy Nolle Prosequi, CALIFORNIA Expect to see the following familiar faces (amongst others) in this region: Kangaroo Ringer Paste Pot Pete/The Trapster Slyde Big Wheel Stegron Speed Demon

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Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

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Bah! I'll work a sheet anyway for something to do.

@Hound55

Alright, glutton for punishment here, it's shaping out...

Expect to hear from me, @Master Bruce. Snatching up spares and undesirables.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

If you get a second sheet from me, and it's a long shot because I'm spread pretty thin already...

It'd be a Flash/Spider-Man blended Superior Rogues pitch.

There's a free idea on the house if I don't take it, because I'd read the Hell out of it regardless...

@Hound55

Bah! I'll work a sheet anyway for something to do.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Love a good F4

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Now... I might have to make some edits to that one, depending what sheets we get.

Have been speaking with someone, but until I see exactly what we're getting I'll roll with this in the interim.

I get impatient and eager, but.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Then...

It was a wet day.

The dress code was clearly not agreed upon, as those in attendance wore a blend of black, and colourful garments that showed as much. It wasn't often that one of their kind had passed, and there was no clear way to best represent their fallen comrade.

Somehow despite this smattering of the brightest of outfits, one stood out beyond all. The one draped in the flag, who had inspired him. It was only fitting.

Captain America and Fred Davis Jnr held tight salutes through the twenty-one gun salute they'd demanded for the man in the pine box.

The one who was refused the opportunity to leave his country to fight for it, because another man in a flag was already over there.

Jeff Mace. The Patriot who was denied the right to fight for his country in a war on foreign shores, for the good of morale he could do on the homefront.

Johnny Thunder looked particularly peculiar, his regular green suit replaced with a black one, albeit with a very familiar belt which didn't match with what he wore for this occasion.

Most of the core J.S.A had come in garb. Jay Garrick had his iconic helmet. Alan Scott in full Green Lantern regalia, as did Fate in his own. Heck, Wildcat looked ready to fight back Death and win Mace another day.

Rex was only really joined by Ted Knight in his choice to hold to traditional dress for the occasion. Black suit, tie and shoes.

The hour didn't seem appropriate for anything else.

He didn't feel it was right to draw any additional attention to himself, he'd fought alongside the man quite often. Mace and his 'Liberty Legion' sub-group of the J.S.A fought predominantly out of New York, which was one of the two cities he spent the most time in. But he wasn't amongst their number. Not really. And with the exception of 'Bucky', his closest associate, they'd all come in full dress - but it seemed different in their case. Appropriate. Close comrades standing to in support.

Whilst he generally linked the 'Liberty Legion' with the core J.S.A. proper, and his vouching and connection was a major part of their becoming a part of the larger Society. There was still unspoken space between them.

And now certainly didn't seem to be the time to approach Miss America. Not after that night where Mad-- well, its best not discuss such things in polite company.

He'd wait until they were together as a group and offer his condolences. If he was feeling particularly sheepish, maybe he'd take Jay or Terry Terrific with him... it was harder to find fault with either of them, or point fingers in front of them. People wanted to please them.

Almost as much as the one in the flag, he supposed.

Rex looked down at the box covered in the flag. The metal supports polished to such a shine. Even on this miserable day.

The big C. Cancer. Who would've thought this would be the way the next of them would fall? With their lifestyles?

Then Rex considered his own mishaps, side effects and issues with Miraclo down the years.

The war was in the mirror now, but darkness hadn't left this world.

Hell, not even all of the Nazis had. They still fought Baron Blitzkrieg less than six months ago. And even fallen adversaries had a way of finding their ways back.

Cancer seemed pretty final though didn't it?

Not like hate, evil and fascism. That seemed to find a way to hibernate, twist and re-emerge in new forms, new versions, more suited to addressing more current environs and talking points.

Reich mk.II - Now available in Diet! Ugh.

The Thin Man turned and gave him a subtle nod.

Yes, he'd definitely have to pay his respects more directly to the 'Liberty Legion' as a group after the ceremony. He was curious what the Whizzer had been doing with himself... and that's before you even get to some of the stranger members of the Legion.

He looked up and Jay Garrick was giving him a look of pity.

It dawned on Rex that to the rest of the J.S.A HE was the one who had lost someone closer.

He felt pangs of guilt as he realised he really didn't know as much about Jeff Mace as he could have. If he'd taken the time. Inspired by Captain America to play a role. Used in America's own marketing of itself and shilling war bonds. The need and crave for more - which Rex had always assumed was just the craving for adventure... for those moments... - the need to help his country.

Patriot by name, Patriot by nature. What more had there been to really know?

Until the sands of the hourglass run out, and you realise there's no more time to find out.

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H O U R M A N
H O U R M A N

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Now...

The sun was out, but the sentiment somber.

A contradiction which seemed fitting for the circumstances.

A funeral for a 'friend' they didn't know in the box. Going through the motions to pretend they didn't know, that they hadn't discovered that their friend was anything but who she claimed.

Barbara Whitmore's, along with Mike and Pat Dugan's tears were real.

No need to fake anything when you don't know where on earth your daughter or sister is, or what condition she's in.

New and old J.S.A were in attendance. Mostly recognisable by costume. But there were some faces who weren't known to the younger current group. A man with a goatee in a black leather jacket, a gaunt elderly man with glasses, another lean gent done well up to the nines in his black suit, complete with a cane, dark glasses and top hat - which he politely removed for the ceremony itself.

The four current members had carried the casket.

Despite being a J.S.A affair, they'd tried to keep it somewhat small. Wake at Courtney's family's house. A standard press release to avoid suspicion. The regular funeral service for the same reason, which Pat had organised, with his own familiarity to the traditions and etiquette of the lifestyle. Sandy had offered to help, having some familiarity with his time by the original Sandman's side. But Pat had decided to take it upon himself, things had been hard enough for the family.

The ceremony was uncomfortable for Rick, in its somber nature. He wondered what the thing in the box presently looked like. Not knowing their biology... would it turn to acid and melt through the bottom like something from a horror movie? Beth had assured him it wouldn't, but how much could they really glean about its physiology?

'It'. It took their friend's form and he was left with calling it an 'it'. They didn't know what the Hell it was, other than it seemed pretty clearly alien in nature. Where were they from? What were they called? What did they want, and what was their interest in the Stargirl, and by extension the Justice Society of America?

The staff was left lying upon on the casket, removed only when the box was lowered into the cold ground. A few cold words followed.

And then it was over. No fanfare. No cheap thrills. None of the joy with which Courtney had led her life.

He swore if he had a funeral it wouldn't take this form.

The small core group left to attend the wake at the Whitmore-Dugans.

There was food and drink put aside, but nobody had touched anything.

It was somehow more strange and somber an occasion because she HADN'T passed than if she actually had.

What HAD actually happened? Was she OK, or still dead, just her body left somewhere else entirely?

Unspoken uncomfortable questions that nobody wanted to address yet, but would need to be.

The cacophonous silence was broken with a knock at the front door.

Knock! Knock!

With the family all deeper in the house, sharing a moment of quiet consolation and shared sympathy, Rick walked to the front door and opened it.

There stood the man from the funeral in the leather jacket with a goatee. He now carried a staff similar to Courtney's old one. Before Ted Knight had augmented her newest version. A closer inspection of this man now saw a tin sheriff's star from a crackerjack box pinned to his jacket, and a set of old timey pilots goggles adorned his head.

"Hi. We were asked here by Stripesy..? Pat..?"

"Is that-- Jack? Thanks for coming!"

Rick looked somewhat confused. The man at the door, looked to alleviate his bewilderment.

"Jack Knight. Starman."

"That's not what-- you said 'We'?"

Jack seemed to jump to, in realisation that he'd been rude. As he jumped aside an older man struggling to get out of a car became visible. The gaunt older man who'd stood by this Jack Knight at the funeral. "Oh shit! You're right! Sorry Dad! You need any help!?"

The older man finally got clear of the passenger seat and managed to close the door.

"I'm fine-- I'm fine--"

Rick's confusion still hadn't seemed to leave his face. An uncle, grandfather? Courtney never really mentioned--

Jack hooked his thumb back towards the old man with a smirk on his face.

"Ted Knight. The O.G."

Of course. Knight. It all made sense. Jack Knight must have been a family legacy and then--

"So kid, can we get off the porch--?"

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