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Why are we still talking about the flag/cape thing? I think this topic need to be put to rest.

Lucian said
That was... harsh.


Seconded.
I'm online if someone wants to collaborate on a post
I'm interested. I would like it more investigation. I like your choice of influences. I also might include Torchwood, a dark spin-off of Doctor Who.
I would be interested. This sounds intriguing.
Meditation used to be a chore, something that needed to be done, even though he didn’t particularly enjoy it. But Phil felt the need to clear his mind, and nothing sounded better right now. He tried to focus entirely on his breathing, blocking everything else out. If a thought did come wandering into his mind, he sent it away. But they kept coming.

There seems to be lots of people that can punch, shoot, and generally cause mayhem and damage. I don't have much experience in slugging it out. Zatanna was no Batman; she didn’t prowl the streets at night, looking for ne’er-do-wells to beat up. Their missions were almost always magical in nature, so Phil did not have a lot of experience with physical threats. Maybe I should focus on the things the others can’t do as well, like shields.

Phil tried to rally his thoughts, focusing on his breathing, but his thoughts drifted back once more to the battle a few days ago. The team needed a leader. Who could it be? Patriot might have the ability to get people to follow him, but may not have the cool-headedness to lead. Frostburn might have some potential. Cyber Knight isn’t a team player and obviously lacks the human touch, although she has a good tactical mind. The two batprentices are both too...batty; broody and moody like the Dark Knight. He really is as intimidating as Zatanna said, Phil thought.

Realizing his mind was drifting once more, Phil tried in vain to clear his head once more. But now all he could hear was someone zooming past his quarters. Judging by the speed, it could only be the Flash. There was no way Phil’s meditation could continue like this. Leaving his quarters, Phil wandered around till he found Ditto and Veronica in the War Room. He had forgotten about these two in his leadership musings. Ditto would make great a leader/leaders. But what if the three duplicates disagreed with each other?

The War Room was a giant room, filled with holographic and robotic training programs. Veronica and Ditto hadn’t started yet. “Can I join you guys?” Phil asked, putting on the Helm of Nabu.
Either sounds good. I feel like the medieval would be better for a more serious rp, but Hollywood sounds like a more over the top kind of affair.
I'd definitely be interested.

Rusalka said
Something tells me this RP could

I hope it does. I love that movie.
I bet KL has harder fights planned. Plus, I kinda feel that fights are going to be as difficult as we make them.
Also, are we under any supervision, like a mentor for the overall team? It seems like our respective sponsors are in their own cities. Maybe a government liaison?
When Phil finally got on the scene, it was a mess. The “team” was scattered all around. Apollo looked soaked, probably from melted ice. Icicle was down, and Plastic Man was celebrating. Phil shook his head. It was all over before he even got there. He knew he shouldn't have tried the teleportation spell. His teleportation spell was off by several blocks, forcing Phil to fly the rest of the way – and his flight was slow. Thankfully, back at base, things became hectic before he had to show off his abilities to his teammates. The helm gave him power, not precision.
As always, Phil watched the events unfold. He watched as Cyber Knight made a flamethrower. Phil was impressed. He definitely couldn't do that! But he was less impressed with what came next. With horror, he watched the robotic girl blast Icicle with molten death.
“What is wrong with you?” he yelled, rushing over to see if Icicle was even alive. As he approached, however, he was hit by a blast of frost. Alive and kicking, thankfully. Patriot was overhead, providing cover while the team regained their feet. Phil was hatching an idea. Maybe he could try the snare spell he sorta knew. What he lacked in practice, he would have to make up for in casting time. Yelling “Cover me!” to no one in particular, Phil began working on the spell.
Phil was practicing levitation when the alarm rang, breaking his concentration and sending him sprawling on the floor. Another day of meditation interrupted. As he raced to join his new teammates, his cape billowed out behind him. The mantle felt like a weight on his shoulders, and the helmet felt too big. These raiments that he inherited, despite all their power, made Phil feel small and weak. Unlike Zatanna, his mentor, Phil was not well versed in the occult. He was a student of ancient history, not ancient magic. He asked himself the same question that was constantly on Zatanna’s lips, even if she didn't say it out loud. Why Phillip Carter?

When Phil arrived in the situation room, the techno-wiz telekinetic was teasing “Flagman”. They both looked a bit silly, and they even got to pick their costume. Personally, Philip thought the Doctor Fate costume needed a newer look, but how can you complain when you're given one of the most powerful magical artifacts? Phil silently hung to the edge of the room, watching everyone's interaction.
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