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Justice League: Futures End

Just letting everyone know, the next few days I'm not going to be home, so my posting will be intermittent until Sunday.

Justice League: Futures End

Taking a moment to admire Marvel's handiwork, Virgil was quite glad he wasn't land bound.

However, among his group, he did start to wonder about those who were. Batman was probably fine, of course. It was Batman.

Bluebird on the other hand...

Glancing over, the horde he'd pinned had been mostly thinned between her and Wonder Woman, but there were still more than a few dozen.

Taking advantage of the gap in her fire, Static flew back down, hands flaring with lightning, striking the two closest with two bolts, stunning them momentarily. As the continued to move, however, Virgil blinked. Guess it would take more than a taser to take them down.

Not really in possession of the time to experiment a bit with the power of his attacks, instead he shot a few small bolts, electrically charging the ones closest, before giving himself a matching charge, though it only slowed their walk slightly. He'd have to expunge more charge to full on repel them. Instead, he shifted to one side of his saucer before extending a hand to Bluebird, asking, "Join me? I promise, no thirty year old movie referen-" The drone generator gave another groan, Virgil wincing at the echoing noise.

@Jotunn Draugr

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Feeling the electricity about in the air as he flew from yet another disabled turret, Virgil took a breath, electricity flowing from his fingers down to his feet. "Keep it up, Cap!" Static called, before heading to an area in even more need.

While the swarm of drones below began to swell, Static glided down, where the turrets would be less likely to target them. Spotting a clustered group, he noted, "Good thing I played a bunch of zombie games as a kid." Flipping over, he fell from his saucer, landing in the middle before releasing a burst of energy across the ground...to little apparent effect. Well, that wasn't quite true, as the techno-zombies began to encroach on his personal space. Hopping up, as his saucer turned back around, his hand clung firmly to the underside as he made to get away, but a grabby hand or two found their marks, gripping him on his coat and leg.

"Hey! You're invading my personal spaaaaaace!" Static whined as only a younger brother could as he kicked one leg free. Starting to float up, he felt his coat get caught, slipping one arm out before floating up, swapping his grip and getting his other arm free, coat falling into the group unceremoniously. Flipping his saucer, he hurtled up, landing on the upward side, before aiming his fingers like pistols. Saucer circling the group he'd attracted, he floated up a bit as he fired a series of small electrical bolts, which once again seemed to impact with little to no effect. However, the opposite charges combined with the larger one he done moments ago effectively halted the drones for a bit, as the now charged zombies clung to the electrified surface, unable to move.

Of course, compared to Wonder Woman and Bluebird's trails of beaten drones...shaking his head Static called, "I'll line 'em up..."

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@Pacifista Static without his coat, cause it's hot in the machine city...



~KL~

@The Kid Lantern

That coat has got a hole in it anyway.

(Thank you though!)

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Charging into battle, Static glided over the congregation of techno-zombies, hands flashing with lightning. As they shambled underneath him, some stretching their arms out at him, Static lowered his own hands, laughing, "Aw, look they're trying so hard! Shame zombies can't jump."

At Bluebird's query, Static shot back, "They're fish in a barrel: I'm gonna see what I can do about that tower!"

Keeping out of harms way, Static flew over, pressing a hand against the solid surface, not needing more than a moment to tell he'd need a way to break it a bit before he could have a chance to fry the innards. But at the same time... "Kind of hard to justify smashing it open with Captain freakin' Marvel right behind ya."

Before he could get in another thought, a mechanical whirring was heard, followed by a blitz of energy. Virgil swerved out of the way as a bolt of energy pierced through his coat. Looking up, he saw an automated turret was in the mood to get friendly. Flying higher in hopes of taking some evasive action, he called, "Hey, I just-" Virgil didn't have time to finish, as a few more turrets used him for target practice. Worse yet, their aim was just good enough to avoid hitting the tower, but their coverage was too good for Static to get out of the way. "Man, I'm not liking ya, Brainiac. How am I gonna hit my banter quota like this!?"

Gliding out of the way, he spotted a tech-infested car, or what might have been one, not to far away. Knowing he couldn't stop, he sped over, lightning arcing from his hands as he grabbed the car. Rotating himself, the lightning hurled the vehicle up and over towards one of the turrets. Charging, Virgil raised his hands as the car approached, going a bit high, before Virgil brought it down, dunking it right on his target. The vehicle bent in the barrel right as it was about to fire, the energy going off right in front, the explosion ripping its front apart, rendering it useless as the vehicle crashed back into the ground.

"Whoo! That was totally outside the three point lin-" Static began, before the other turrets continued to hail him. Flipping around, clinging to his saucer as he briefly did a somersault, Static grumbled, "Okay, that's just foul..."

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Thank you, that's what I was wondering, since the drones seem completely harmless to anyone who can fly.

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So, question. Brainiac Drones=techno zombies or are they distinct? I was imagining drones as being flying Brainiac things that probably shoot lasers, but I really have no idea, but the latest IC post by Jotunn has me doubting.

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"Yeah, but no pressure, right?"

Exhaling, Virgil knew he wasn't quite mentally prepared: he'd never really worked with a team this large.

Rolling his head over his shoulders and cracking his neck, he reached into the black and yellow coat open over his shoulders, whipping out a stack of metal, which quickly became encased in a glow of electricity. As it unfolded, Static hopped on, his saucer bobbing as he adjusted his power to his weight: a trivial task at this point. Floating up, Static noted, "Time to see what's up with this 'Braniac'. Most of my rogues can't even pass algebra!"

Floating over by Superbeast, taking a moment to admire the extinct form he was taking, Static couldn't help but note the team makeups, pointing out, "I think you're on the wrong side for that: the other team is like a no fly zone!"

Then again, Virgil wasn't exactly the most acquainted with the League's various heroes. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who creeped around on superhero fansites...except his own sometimes, though never for long. Sorry 'staticslover09', but your love will forever go unrequited.

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Name: Virgil Hawkins
Alias: Static
Age: 17
Team: Young Justice Academy

Powers: Since being afflicted by the Big Bang gas, Virgil is akin to a human battery. While he can't hold or produce unlimited power, he can siphon it from electrical devices, and charges naturally (though slowly) by collecting static from moving around.

By discharging said electricity, he can manipulate it too his will, blasting targets or applying a charge to objects or surfaces. This includes magnetic charges, allowing him to attract/repel things with a charge, like moving metal, such as his trademark collapsible saucer.

Weaknesses: In the event Virgil has charged up or absorbed too much power, it becomes more difficult to control, often sparking out, requiring him to discharge a fair amount before it returns to normal. Of course, in general, if he uses too much power, his capabilities will be limited until he can recharge, either through a source such as power lines or after some rest. He also has issues with water, which can easily disrupt his charges.

Appearance:


Personality: Wise cracking and cool headed, Virgil's been known to get full of himself at times his cockiness occasionally leading him into danger. As one of the only heroes who sprouted from Dakota's Big Bang, he has a rather strong moral compass thanks to his strict upbringing. He has a tendency to be a bit immature, but with the recent Man of Steel situation, chances are Virgil is going to have some growing up to do.

Brief Bio: Native to Dakota City, Illinois, Virgil grew up as just one part of the city's rather sizable black community. Under a strict father, Robert, and a kind mother, Jean, along with a bratty sister, Sharon, Virgil was more blessed with family than many, but the city's rampant gang violence took his mother from him at a young age. Gone too soon, Jean's death in the line of duty wouldn't change the city over night, being just one in a long list of casualties, but even though Virgil was barely old enough to comprehend the finality of death, it would change his home life for years to come, with Robert's desire to keep his children out of trouble resulting in a tighter grip, while Sharon felt the need to fill the gap her mother left, with questionable results.

Entering the school life, Virgil was rather gifted, but as he excelled, for every time a teacher praised him, a peer derided him. Maybe some were just jealous, or spiteful (shame chill pills aren't prescribed until after puberty), but some took it too a more personal level, saying he wasn't 'thug' enough, or not 'black' enough. Being too young to properly process it, and to fearful of the consequences of taking either path, be it separation from his peers or the scorn of his father, his grades, and friends, fluctuated, Virgil always trying to balance both sides, yet never managing to quite satisfy either. The more he hung with bad crowds, the more his grades slipped, and the more he flaked on his friends to study, the less he'd have to come back to.

In middle school, the bullying hit a rise, but Virgil was rescued by an upperclassman, Larry Wade. While he was one of the most infamous juvenile delinquents in his side of the city, Larry took a liking to Virgil, offering him an answer to his plight: protection. Virgil could join his gang, giving him shielding from those who would harass him, while also having comrades regardless of how often he could hang. The catch? Larry would call in a favor every so often: sometimes it would be help with homework, other times Virgil would be the one to run to the store to pick up some food. All in all, not a bad arrangement!

By the time Virgil was in high school, his sister was in college, juggling a part time job while trying to get into medical school, Virgil was forced to move to the other side of the city, in hopes of making things even just a little easier for her. Virgil saw Larry and the gang less often, but they still saw each other: things didn't change much, until gang violence started to get higher. Virgil, a bit further away from trouble, was able to keep his head down and avoid most of it, things going pretty well as he gained new friends in the more relaxed high school of a better neighborhood.

One year ago, however, Larry found Virgil and called in a favor, one less desirable than any of the last. Virgil had thought he was going to hang, but after learning he was being pushed into joining in on a gang fight and given a firearm, his opinion of his arrangement with Larry shifted drastically. But when Virgil protested, Larry assailed him with guilt. This was big: bigger than any of the scuffles Larry got in, and if they failed, he'd no longer have the influence to keep Virgil out of trouble. One night of pain for a school life of peace was all Larry was asking for. And so, though his feet trudged along with the weight of hesitance and anxiety, Virgil followed into the quiet storage yard in the city's worst district.

Before the fighting broke out, his father's voice raging in his head, Virgil got cold feet as tensions mounted, and ended up fleeing mere minutes before it began, Larry's wrath at being ditched by Virgil following his steps. Disposing of the gun, Virgil prayed he could escape without incident as the fight broke out, hoping he could slip through in the confusion, but the police arrived. And worse yet, in the panic, a mysterious eruption occurred, gas of a different shade mixing with the tear gas expended to halt the gang bangers, marking the Big Bang. As the mutagen engulfed the gang bangers, affecting their very makeup, those closest to the initial outbreak were affected the quickest. The volatile transmutations resulted in roughly 90% of those afflicted dying, and it's a miracle that the number was that low. Of those remaining, while the incubation period would vary from minutes, to hours, to days, they would survive, though most of them with horrid disfigurements, often somehow crippled: bones too heavy to lift, skin too ridged to move, or body imbalanced by strange growths. Perhaps about 1% were lucky enough to be gifted, and Virgil was among them, passing out in a ditch, escaping notice in all the chaos.

By dawn, he continued to remain hidden, but not by his own will. Virgil awoke amid a bed of metal shavings stuck in his clothes, nails jabbed into his hair, and a blanket of garbage can lids and the metal refuse within. Digging himself free, he made the walk of shame home; tired, bruised, reeking, and strangely bewitching for the metallic friends and family of Dakota City.

While the scolding he revived from his father was legendary, Virgil was in no position to despair over his grounding, as he quickly discovered his powers, and the fact that he was not alone. Shamefully, most of the other Bang Babies who made off with a true gift, squandered it, which was no surprise considering most of them were gang bangers. In a rare position to do something about it, Virgil donned the mask and became the hero Static.

While his start was rough as he tried to find a footing under his grounding, he eventually soared, though he never quite nailed balancing his hero life and his regular one (does anyone?). While he worked independently for a good while, as of a few weeks ago, he got a message from a certain Bat of Gotham. Virgil never really got around to joining Young Justice, mostly due to a nagging feeling that it was outside of his capabilities (more schedule wise than skill wise, though it's not Virgil checked to see if they have a landline in the phone book or a mail in questionnaire), but now was as good a time as any. And who could turn down the goddamn Batman?

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Clicking his tongue at Bruno's response, J.D. shrugged, taking a few steps away, muttering a few nothings under his breath.

Once he returned from the other side, however, J.D. didn't bother with pleasantries as he began to move over to the door, instead wondering, "I still dunno what you guys are hoping to see."

But then again, their Stands probably have eyes? Maybe that makes a difference. J.D. wondered as he reached the door, reaching a hand under his coat and faffing about with once of his blue tinted brown feathers.

Getting closer to the doorway, his step was halted, spine tingling at that unnatural emanation coming from the house. Staying still for a moment, he turned aside, slipping a hand into his pocket. He wasn't going to be the first one in...