Lord Wraith

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

-Mistrial, evidence went missing in the DA's office
-Connection to Locke, slice of the power vacuum pie
-Low-tech/homemade gear
-Three Section Staff (Keep the tazer aspect, magnetic joints, but otherwise lose the grapple, spring-loaded parts), Under Wrist Dart Launcher, Collapsible shield on the forearm.
-City Cameras, Little Brother Watching
-A bit of a flashier New Lilith than previous renditions, Neo-Gothic mixed with Cyberpunk
-Locke has been dealt with, Maki and Thomas have left, Sam has left. Just Chuck and Glitch.
-Non-descript car, nothing flashy. Older, but not so old as to draw attention, Honda Accord/Chevrolet Impala/Ford Taurus/Dodge Charge family. Electric/ICE Combination, dual motor. Colour Changing, Multiple License Plates, ability to completely retract plate. Built for speed, not assault.
-Ball Cap, kevlar with a plate insert, retractable mask to allow for further disguise but also blending in with crowds. Hood, trench coat, face mask/scarf. Lots of pockets and triple staff. Modified smartwatch, blue tooth earpieces, remote connection to car and Glitch. Projector on the watch, both for display and infrared keyboard on arm.

>flashback, Thomas stopping Chuck from killing Locke,the result is Locke's bullet ricocheting off of Angel and killing Locke himself.

>flashback of Chuck and Thomas arguing about Chuck's single-minded focus on taking Locke down when there were other ways to protect the city.

"You're going to get all of us killed," Thomas yelled. "You're so focused on taking down Locke that you're neglecting all the good we can do." He produced a folder from his backpack, slamming it down on the table between Chuck, Makarios and himself.

"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke play golf. This obsession only leads to death."

Thomas reached into his bag and produced one more folder.

"Nathan Brock-"

The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.

"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.

"You don't get to use Gecko against me."

"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade?" Thomas roared.

"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out. But Maki and I matured while you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket. It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.

"I quit."

>flashback to Gecko's death as a direct result of Chuck kicking the hornet's nest.

Struggling against the restraints, IllAdvised tried to break the zip ties around his wrists, watching as Tony, better known as the Behemoth towered over Gecko. Cursing himself under his breath, IllAdvised couldn't believe he had fallen for Locke's trap.

"Don't you touch him!" IllAdvised growled, "Come try me for size."

Mirthless laughter matched only by a slow dramatic clap came from the corner. Leaning on his cane as he stood, the wiry figure adjusted his top hat before stepping forward.

"Now, now, IllAdvised, we're all wise to your little trick. Tony takes a swing at you, you suddenly find yourself empowered with his strength and you save the day." A smug grin crossed the slender man's face.

"That won't be happening. No today, you will learn about consequences."

>Present

...And in breaking news this evening, City Councillor Antonio Rodriguez has been acquitted of all charges after crucial evidence was lost leading to a mistrial. Rodriguez had been brought up on three counts of assault, intention to traffic and-

The screwdriver slammed onto the hardwood table situated in front of the television. Outside the penthouse apartment's patio windows, rain streamed down the perfectly kept glass, the city beyond covered in a neon glow, further emphasized by the haze of fog from the passing storm.

Admiring his handiwork, the man flexed the device on his right arm, expanding the collapsible ballistics shield. Snapping it shut, he stood from the couch and approached a bookcase across the open living space of the apartment. Pressing his thumb against the spine of a leather-bound copy of 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep', an audible click could be heard over the television before the bookshelf swung loose from the wall. Behind the heavy shelving set was a dimly lit room, illuminated solely by a wall of nine monitors, arranged in a tight grid formation.

"Glitch," The man called out as he entered the room. "I need you to access the city's mainframe and hijack any connected street or traffic cameras. Can you run a recognization scan throughout the city for Antonio Rodriguez, please alert me to any facial matches with an accuracy of ninety percent match or greater. I want his location." The man mused, "I think it's time that Mr. Rodriquez make amends for his ill-advised decisions."

"Tonight? Are you sure, boss? Might I remind you that Charles Michaels has a date?" The voice of the female artificial intelligence radiated from within the room.

"I'll need you to cancel it and send my best regards. Send a nice bouquet and make sure we pay for dinner and her car home. Just charge it to the business account." Charles 'Chuck' Michaels replied.

Opening a nearby locker, the man pulled out its contents, beginning to undress before pulling on the outfit inside. A pair of Kevlar motorcycle pants were first before bending over to lace up the pair of composite-toed boots. A weather-resistant hooded shirt was followed by a tactical vest, both of which were layered beneath a long, full-length coat. Fastening the asymmetrical flap of the jacket across his chest, the man placed a reinforced ball cap atop his head before pulling it down to shield his face. Holstering a three-section staff to his thigh, he turned back towards the screens, tightening the straps of his armoured gloves.

"I'm sure Penelope will be disappointed. I don't have any results on Rodriguez, are you sure you want to cancel?"

"The only date I'm attending tonight is the one I have with justice."

"This is why IllAdvised should stay the strong and silent type."

"Criticism noted," Chuck replied as he poured over the monitors, watching the cameras rotating through the numerous city streets.

The purposefully non-descript sedan sat across the street, rain pelting the windshield, obscuring the figure inside. Beneath a ballcap, the man brought a small pair of binoculars up to his eyes, studying the former councillor.

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

I L L A D V I S E D
I L L A D V I S E D

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

Dramatis Personae

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

The service was lovely.

At least, as far as funerals went.

The sixteen-year-old boy could only muse as he walked down the neon-lit streets of New Lilith. Still dressed in a suit beneath his father's loose-fitting jacket, it was pulled tightly around his body to ward off the chilling winds coming in over the bay. A perpetual fog hovered close to the sidewalks and buildings in the older districts, a side effect of the exhaust from the ancient steam systems used to heat the city's infrastructure. The collected water droplets swirled a variety of colours from the advertisements and sleazy signs above, greens, blues and reds all vibrant against the dark sky of the evening.

The teenager had been so preoccupied by his thoughts that he didn't realize he had taken a wrong turn, leaving behind the Wharf and accidentally stumbling into the Lower East Side instead of the Milk District that housed his dorm. While no street in New Lilith could particularly be considered safe, the Lower East Side was the worst of the worst. Pulling the jacket tighter around himself and wishing for the days when his father was still here to keep him safe, the boy turned on his heel to head back to presumed safety.

But it was already too late.

Out of the corner of his eye, the teenager saw a motorcycle swing about at the end of the street, coming around for another pass. In the near distance, the sound of several exhausts echoed through the tightly lined buildings. The whole neighbourhood knew what was about to happen as dim lights in nearby windows were completely extinguished whilst shutters were drawn close. Like vultures circling a corpse, the roar of the engine drew closer and closer. Ducking into a nearby alley, the boy tried to throw his pursuer off his trail only to be confronted by four other men, approaching from the far end of the dark passageway.

"Are you lost? You look lost." One of the men at the far end of the alley asked, his face turned upwards into a cruel sneer.

"Dressed too nice to be from around here." Said the second while reaching for a weapon tucked into his waistband. The third man at the far end of the alley only chuckled wickedly along with the comments of his two companions The fourth man had nothing to say, adding only the sound of his knuckles and neck cracking as the four drew closer.

Behind the teenager, the sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly filled the alleyway before the engine was cut short as the final member of the ambush arrived. Climbing off of the bike, his heavy boots stomped against the cobblestone below, as the distinct sound of a spring-loaded knife opening could be heard reverberating off the surrounding brick.

"Your phone, your wallet, your shoes and your jacket." The biker ordered as the other four howled like a pack of hyenas.

"Easy there Terminator." Came a gruff reply from above the alley. Looking up the teenager saw a hooded figure leap towards the ground, landing between the five men and the teenager.

"Who are you supposed to be?" The same biker called towards the figure in the hood and long coat. "There are no heroes left in New Lilith."

"That's where you're wrong." Came the response as the shrouded figure twisted his wrist. Beneath the biker, a chord suddenly went taunt, entangling his legs and carrying him into the night sky. The clang of his head against the steel of the fire escape was an unmistakable sound.

"Cute trick, hero." The loudmouth with the gun yelled from the opposite end of the alley. "It's still four on one."

"You're right," The hooded figure replied, "Those odds aren't fair." He retorted, producing an orb from his belt.

"For you."

As the orb was released from his hand, the alley was covered in a dense layer of smoke. Against the smoke was a projected image of the hero, his decoys distracting the four remaining assailants, their weapons harmlessly passing through the projected mirages.

The teenager watched in amazement as the vigilante moved through the smoke, single-handedly downing each of the remaining assailants one by one. His movements were perfectly efficient, no flourishes only what was necessary. No energy expended that wasn't needed. When the smoke cleared, the teenager was surrounded by the five unconscious bodies. Out of the corner of his eye, something else caught his attention.

A nearby wall bore a new image. An 'I' and an 'A' stylized in blue and red against the dirty brick.

IllAdvised was on the move.

Mavericks: Shadows of Angel [Lord Wraith and Stein]

This is the beginning of the thread.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

<Snipped quote by Sep>

Ah. I thought they were going to have to start dodging live ammunition.

@King Kindred

Some of them already have this problem.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

The service had been lovely.

At least, as far as funerals went.

The sixteen-year-old boy could only muse as he walked down the neon-lit streets of New Lilith. Still dressed in a suit beneath his father's loose-fitting jacket, it was pulled tightly around his body to ward off the chilling winds coming in over the bay. A perpetual fog hovered close to the sidewalks and buildings in the older districts, a side effect of the exhaust from the ancient steam systems used to heat the city's infrastructure. The collected water droplets swirled a variety of colours from the advertisements and sleazy signs above, greens, blues and reds all vibrant against the dark sky of the evening.

The teenager had been so preoccupied by his thoughts that he didn't realize he had taken a wrong turn, leaving behind the Wharf and accidentally stumbling into the Lower East Side instead of the Milk District that housed his dorm. While no street in New Lilith could particularly be considered safe, the Lower East Side was the worst of the worst. Pulling the jacket tighter around himself and wishing for the days when his father was still here to keep him safe, the boy turned on his heel to head back to presumed safety.

But it was already too late.

Out of the corner of his eye, the teenager saw a motorcycle swing about at the end of the street, coming around for another pass. In the near distance, the sound of several exhausts echoed through the tightly lined buildings. The whole neighbourhood knew what was about to happen as dim lights in nearby windows were completely extinguished whilst shutters were drawn close. Like vultures circling a corpse, the roar of the engine drew closer and closer. Ducking into a nearby alley, the boy tried to throw his pursuer off his trail only to be confronted by four other men, approaching from the far end of the dark passageway.

"Are you lost? You look lost." One of the men at the far end of the alley asked, his face turned upwards into a cruel sneer.

"Dressed too nice to be from around here." Said the second while reaching for a weapon tucked into his waistband. The third man at the far end of the alley only chuckled wickedly along with the comments of his two companions The fourth man had nothing to say, adding only the sound of his knuckles and neck cracking as the four drew closer.

Behind the teenager, the sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly filled the alleyway before the engine was cut short as the final member of the ambush arrived. Climbing off of the bike, his heavy boots stomped against the cobblestone below, as the distinct sound of a spring-loaded knife opening could be heard reverberating off the surrounding brick.

"Your phone, your wallet, your shoes and your jacket." The biker ordered as the other four howled like a pack of hyenas.

"Easy there Terminator." Came a gruff reply from above the alley. Looking up the teenager saw a hooded figure leap towards the ground, landing between the five men and the teenager.

"Who are you supposed to be?" The same biker called towards the figure in the hood and long coat. "There are no heroes left in New Lilith."

"That's where you're wrong." Came the response as the shrouded figure twisted his wrist. Beneath the biker, a chord suddenly went taunt, entangling his legs and carrying him into the night sky. The clang of his head against the steel of the fire escape was an unmistakable sound.

"Cute trick, hero." The loudmouth with the gun yelled from the opposite end of the alley. "It's still four on one."

"You're right," The hooded figure replied, "Those odds aren't fair." He retorted, producing an orb from his belt.

"For you."

As the orb was released from his hand, the alley was covered in a dense layer of smoke. Against the smoke was a projected image of the hero, his decoys distracting the four remaining assailants, their weapons harmlessly passing through the projected mirages.

The teenager watched in amazement as the vigilante moved through the smoke, single-handedly downing each of the remaining assailants one by one. His movements were perfectly efficient, no flourishes only what was necessary. No energy expended that wasn't needed. When the smoke cleared, the teenager was surrounded by the five unconscious bodies. Out of the corner of his eye, something else caught his attention.

A nearby wall bore a new image. An 'I' and an 'A' stylized in blue and red against the dirty brick.

IllAdvised was on the move.