Indeed it does, which is why I like it so much. Sadly there is zero proof of it being the case, and is likely actively contradicted by the comics somewhere, but that wont stop me from having and enjoying such a head-canon
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She's starting to get there and this time she had a better reason for it.
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@Majoras End@Rune
When the Spark had stopped warning Penny she knew that she had made a mistake, but by then it was too late to back out. Her body was no longer in her control, and try as she might she was locked into fulfilling her original intention. For the Machine within her had taken over and would not be denied.
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If she could have screamed she would have, she would have screamed her throat raw at the fizzing static that bleeds under her outer casing. Screamed until she ran out of air td the feeling of her soul twisting in inhuman ways, she would have screamed long into the night at the realization that she was becoming corrupted once more. For unlike many others, this was her first experience with the sensation.
Her first hours of being remade had been lost to her; her first transformation from human to monster gone. So it would be this instant that would forever sear into her memory of what it was to become corrupted. Of what it meant to lose part of one’s self to the darkness.
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Once she was done and had control over herself once more she simply sat there for a moment in silent horror at what she had just experienced. One thought seemed to echo over and over within her mind ‘What have I done?’ the chill that seemed to seep from that thought was for more than just the fact that she had quite literally cannibalized someone like herself. She found herself reevaluating everything she had done in her magical life, and with each remembrance the chill intensified and she wondered yet again ‘What have I done?’
Penny could have very easily been lost to her own memories and the growing sense of dread that pooled within her. For even as much as the new corruption had frightened her a portion of her felt contented at once again being whole. Even Valerie would have been ignored in light of this forceful self-reexamination. But when the text flashed up in her HUD Penny grabbed onto it like a life line.
She didn’t push away her uncover truths, she didn’t try to bury them, she just chose to ignore them. For she couldn’t handle them on her own, and she had a feeling that trying to deny them would have a much worse outcome.
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“Joy” She would say standing grimacing at the leftover taste in her mouth “I was more asking cause a friend wanted to meet up, but seems like there isn’t a whole lot going on at the moment.” Penny would explain as she seemed to be in thought.
She would look off to the side suddenly before she let out a sigh “Spoke too soon” she would mutter before sending off a quick reply
Eden. You caught me at a good time. I’m free right now. Where would you like to meet up?
“Never get to rest it seems” Penny would grumble to herself “Got someone calling in a favor, your welcome to tag along if you want… I think” she would say as she quickly wrote up and sent off another text.
Hey C̸̀͞h͜lo̶̴e̸҉͟, it’s going to be a bit longer before I can come home. The PI is calling in the favor I own them.
Also learned that I was right in my worry, Beacon can track me by my̢ ̷͢Ś̵͢p͘͟a҉r̶͟͜k̛͘͠. If I had stuck around any longer back at the warehouse would have like brought them all down on top of us.
I’ll let you know where I’m going to be when I find out in case you want to swing by.
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Though out all of this Penny would seem relaxed, if a bit annoyed, but inside she was shaking. She felt Ill, and uncertain of herself, those few moment’s looking in the mirror had shown an image that Penny wasn’t sure how she felt about partially because she was now aware that she didn’t really feel as much as she thought she had been.
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His first assumption had been correct, Slade would realize as he looked down on the corpses at his feet. Blood loss had been what had been what it was that had done in the two of them. Neither of them had any major injuries on them that the trained assassin could see, but they both had plenty of cuts. Some of them likely ran deep, and in the middle of a fire fight it is very to lose track of new injuries if all they do is bleed.
A part of him wondered when it was that the assassins sent after them had switched to this tactic of simply bleeding them out. At least he knew that it was a gentle way to go, which wasn’t what he figured the assassins had in mind at first. A different part of him toyed with the idea of hunting down those that did this and repaying unto them the same care that they had showed Yumiko and her husband, but he knew at the end of the day it was simply business and that there would be nothing to gain from taking a personal stake in this.
That wouldn’t stop him from offering a discount to anyone who offered him a job that ran counter to the guild responsible for this however.
His musing were cut off quite soundly by the drawing of breath next to him and he turned to look in time to see a little girl trying to stab him with a kitchen knife. He could have easily countered the, quite literally, childish attempt to harm him but he stayed his hand. A number of things clicked into place at seeing the young girl, a good couple of years’ worth of offhand comments that Yumiko had said now made perfect sense, as did why the couple hadn’t simply abandoned the house when the battle turn unwinnable.
Then the knife hit his leg as was deflected off by promethium mesh in his leggings and he was brought back to the present. He just quirked an eyebrow at Jinyah as he stood there not caring that the gesture would go completely unseen due to his facemask, before speaking in a dry tone “You’re going to hurt yourself holding it like that”
A moment later Slade would crouch down to be able to more easily look the little girl in the eye, smiling slightly at the resemblance that the girl had to her mother. “What made you try that anyway?” He’d ask casually as he mulled over this latest surprise.
A part of him wondered when it was that the assassins sent after them had switched to this tactic of simply bleeding them out. At least he knew that it was a gentle way to go, which wasn’t what he figured the assassins had in mind at first. A different part of him toyed with the idea of hunting down those that did this and repaying unto them the same care that they had showed Yumiko and her husband, but he knew at the end of the day it was simply business and that there would be nothing to gain from taking a personal stake in this.
That wouldn’t stop him from offering a discount to anyone who offered him a job that ran counter to the guild responsible for this however.
His musing were cut off quite soundly by the drawing of breath next to him and he turned to look in time to see a little girl trying to stab him with a kitchen knife. He could have easily countered the, quite literally, childish attempt to harm him but he stayed his hand. A number of things clicked into place at seeing the young girl, a good couple of years’ worth of offhand comments that Yumiko had said now made perfect sense, as did why the couple hadn’t simply abandoned the house when the battle turn unwinnable.
Then the knife hit his leg as was deflected off by promethium mesh in his leggings and he was brought back to the present. He just quirked an eyebrow at Jinyah as he stood there not caring that the gesture would go completely unseen due to his facemask, before speaking in a dry tone “You’re going to hurt yourself holding it like that”
A moment later Slade would crouch down to be able to more easily look the little girl in the eye, smiling slightly at the resemblance that the girl had to her mother. “What made you try that anyway?” He’d ask casually as he mulled over this latest surprise.
Well for starters Slade is in fact his first name, Slade Wilson in full, and he's akin to Batman in skill, a Master of all trades kinda guy. He is slightly superhuman due to super solider program he went through and does have a healing factor because of it as well.
Main reason I asked, as well as one of the main things I'm planning on not having be the case in this RP, is the fact that he's also a father. Something of a good parent, depending on your point of view, he purposefully ostracized himself from them so that they wouldn't be dragged down any further by his associations with the underworld as his son lost the ability to speak because of it.
That's also the reason he chose to fail the contract he took on the Titans, though I also have something of a fun personal theory about a different reason why in addition to that one. That theory was that he was hired by Batman to help prepare the Titans for the real world.
Main reason I asked, as well as one of the main things I'm planning on not having be the case in this RP, is the fact that he's also a father. Something of a good parent, depending on your point of view, he purposefully ostracized himself from them so that they wouldn't be dragged down any further by his associations with the underworld as his son lost the ability to speak because of it.
That's also the reason he chose to fail the contract he took on the Titans, though I also have something of a fun personal theory about a different reason why in addition to that one. That theory was that he was hired by Batman to help prepare the Titans for the real world.
She looks adorable and utterly normal. I wonder how long the latter half of that statement will last?
On a side note, how much do you know about Slade outside of the Teen Titans setting?
On a side note, how much do you know about Slade outside of the Teen Titans setting?
Eh, my opening posts tend to be a bit longer then my average posts as there is so much freedom to set things however I want. So no worries about not matching up.
As for being attack by a knife wielding 5 year old? I don't think that has ever happened to him so far as I am aware. Seems adorable way to meet the kid however.
And I know the pain of losing where it is I've stored all my photos, best of luck finding them.
As for being attack by a knife wielding 5 year old? I don't think that has ever happened to him so far as I am aware. Seems adorable way to meet the kid however.
And I know the pain of losing where it is I've stored all my photos, best of luck finding them.
First post is up, mostly just setting the stage. Let me know if you want me to change it at all.
Deep in Jump city’s suburban neighborhood stood a man. He stood, cloaked in darkness, across from a modest suburban home. His stance was one that spoke of extreme skill and self-discipline. Coupled together with the array of weapons that he currently had on his person, and the state of the art body armor the man wore and one could easily assume that he was an assassin. That assumption would be correct, but at the same time it would be an understatement to call this man simply an assassin.
After all he as the best, a living legend, the man known to the underworld as the Terminator, or more professionally as Deathstroke, but he wasn’t here in jump city for a contract. Just the opposite in fact, sadly he was too late to be able to do anything. The house he stood across from was quiet; a deathly stillness that only arrived after a life shattering event. Unsurprising really, after all nowhere really is kept intact after a successful assault by one of the assassin guilds.
Still Deathstroke, or as he was known to the fledgling underworld of Jump city, Slade, stood examining the sight across from him a moment longer. He had come as soon as he head caught wind of what was happening. Yumiko, the wife of the couple that once lived in the house, had been a good associate of his, someone he would have willing called a friend even. A rare commodity in the blood drenched world he made a living in. Yet he could tell he was too late. After all it was too quiet.
Silently Slade slipped into the house, an easy feat made easier by the fact the front door was missing. As he walked through the house it he recreated the rampaging battle that tore through the house. Bullet holes and wood fragments showed that it was a shock and awe opening. The destroyed table stained with now cold dinner shows when it happened. Yet no blood was spilled in the opening volley, at least none from the defenders side.
The carnage continued though the house, as the family was herded away from the basement where there was likely a panic room and towards the upstairs. Slash marks, more bullet holes and large impact cracks show where the family made short lived stands and the blood splatters opposite these sites showed that despite being outnumbered Yumiko and her husband had the skill to overcome their opposition. Yet they were forced back none the less, not by the sole numbers but something of a higher priority.
The trip up the stairs showed the increase in viciousness by the defenders. Large chunks of the walls were missing and Slade could pick out pieces of the banisters impaled into the walls, but there were also the first signs of blood from those very same defenders. Slade kept a slight chuckle to himself, the cops, when they finally showed were going to be in for quite the confusing time trying to piece together all of this. After all for all the carnage there were no bodies to be found so far. All proof of this assault had been taken with them once they had succeeded; But Slade had known that would be the case before he even entered.
It was at the top floor where things had come to a head. It looked like a tornado had landed within the building as practically everything had been reduced to splinters. Most of the walls had been torn apart leaving very little cover for anyone who stepped up here. In fact there was only one room still standing. One that Slade cautiously moved over too. Peeking into the room he found what it was he had been looking for Yumiko and her husband. Dead. Blood loss, from what he could see.
With a sigh he stepped into the room. “Yeah, too late” He would say as he walked closer to the bodies of his friend and her husband. Having been across the world just twelve hours ago, it was impressive that he had been able to get back here before the blood had fully cooled, just not impressive enough to make it in time to lend his assistance.
After all he as the best, a living legend, the man known to the underworld as the Terminator, or more professionally as Deathstroke, but he wasn’t here in jump city for a contract. Just the opposite in fact, sadly he was too late to be able to do anything. The house he stood across from was quiet; a deathly stillness that only arrived after a life shattering event. Unsurprising really, after all nowhere really is kept intact after a successful assault by one of the assassin guilds.
Still Deathstroke, or as he was known to the fledgling underworld of Jump city, Slade, stood examining the sight across from him a moment longer. He had come as soon as he head caught wind of what was happening. Yumiko, the wife of the couple that once lived in the house, had been a good associate of his, someone he would have willing called a friend even. A rare commodity in the blood drenched world he made a living in. Yet he could tell he was too late. After all it was too quiet.
Silently Slade slipped into the house, an easy feat made easier by the fact the front door was missing. As he walked through the house it he recreated the rampaging battle that tore through the house. Bullet holes and wood fragments showed that it was a shock and awe opening. The destroyed table stained with now cold dinner shows when it happened. Yet no blood was spilled in the opening volley, at least none from the defenders side.
The carnage continued though the house, as the family was herded away from the basement where there was likely a panic room and towards the upstairs. Slash marks, more bullet holes and large impact cracks show where the family made short lived stands and the blood splatters opposite these sites showed that despite being outnumbered Yumiko and her husband had the skill to overcome their opposition. Yet they were forced back none the less, not by the sole numbers but something of a higher priority.
The trip up the stairs showed the increase in viciousness by the defenders. Large chunks of the walls were missing and Slade could pick out pieces of the banisters impaled into the walls, but there were also the first signs of blood from those very same defenders. Slade kept a slight chuckle to himself, the cops, when they finally showed were going to be in for quite the confusing time trying to piece together all of this. After all for all the carnage there were no bodies to be found so far. All proof of this assault had been taken with them once they had succeeded; But Slade had known that would be the case before he even entered.
It was at the top floor where things had come to a head. It looked like a tornado had landed within the building as practically everything had been reduced to splinters. Most of the walls had been torn apart leaving very little cover for anyone who stepped up here. In fact there was only one room still standing. One that Slade cautiously moved over too. Peeking into the room he found what it was he had been looking for Yumiko and her husband. Dead. Blood loss, from what he could see.
With a sigh he stepped into the room. “Yeah, too late” He would say as he walked closer to the bodies of his friend and her husband. Having been across the world just twelve hours ago, it was impressive that he had been able to get back here before the blood had fully cooled, just not impressive enough to make it in time to lend his assistance.
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)))Slipping back into things(((
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Had it been any ordinary situation FanFan might have had a point, as neither Sakura nor Violet had any real protection from the cold outside the innate magical protection their transformed states provided, which wasn’t all that much. But this wasn’t an ordinary situation as both of them had been grounded for months and their magic was restless thus any discomfort from the freezing cold was easily ignored.
Not that the sisters were going to explain that, ”It’s not too bad” Sakura would say instead, shrugging as she did. “The outfits aren’t as breezy as they look.” She would walk closer to FanFan and Ceila “Are you sure that you don’t need any more help?” She would ask kindly and, though it barely bleed into her voice, Celia could feel a surprising about of anticipation bubbling up in both Sakura and Violet. “Our magic tends to be surprisingly capable if you know the magic words.” Sakura would explain with a shy smile that spoke of a playful secret.
Violet for her part simply sauntered towards Dawn, getting very close to the no depowered girl “Come on now no need to be so hostile” She would say with a sharp smirk as she started to circle the girl “The offer of help isn’t only for her ya know?” Violet would eventually come back around to face Dawn, locking gazes with her once she did. “Besides our kind of help doesn’t come up very often, could very well be a once in a life time opportunity for you.”
“Violet” Came as a stern warning from Sakura, the soft spoken girl giving her sister a look. For a moment the sisters would look at each other a silent conversation flowing back and forth between the two of them. “Fine” Violet would say with a sigh as she retreated a step giving Dawn her personal space back.
“You’ll have to forgive my sister” Sakura would say as she turned back to the two girls she had been talking with. “She’s a bit antsy from us being grounded for so long.“
“That said perhaps you’ve heard of us?” Violet would ask the group at large “Me and Sakura have assisted Beacon with our help once before after all” She would go on to say as she leaned on her back foot and crossed her arms “We are the Djinn sisters, which means you might be able to figure out the kind of help we are offering” She’d reveal that with a wide, almost taunting, grin.
Sakura would simply pout for a moment, she had been looking forward to the normal games that the sisters would play when they meet new people, but she had been the one to get Violet to relax so they didn't scare off this group so perhaps it was for the best to be a bit more direct this time.
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