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2 years 7 months ago #50635 by null0trooper
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Side conversation at the Euro-Promotional League Table

Metro (hoping to broach the subject of training teams): "... Honestly, six to eight is probably the ideal squad size, according to most small-unit tactics manuals. Even the Justice Thingees ..."

Rorsmand: "The what?"

Metro: "Justice League this, Justice Society that. For all I know, there's probably even a Justice League Antarctica stuffed somewhere. Maybe an X-Team Australia while they're at it, for all I know."

Reach: "Um, Mads?"

Metro: "Yeah?"

Reach: "There was a Justice League Antarctica. I found an issue in my old man's old comic books. Which explains a lot. "

Metro: "I'm sorry. I thought I just heard you say there was?"

Reach: "Without a Plastic Man or Elongated Man to bail them out, they mostly sucked."

Phase: "For the record, there was also a significant period in Uncanny X-Men history during which the team was headquartered in Australia."

Metro: "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear any of that for the sake of my sanity. They were just examples. Anyway, successful teams much bigger than that tend to act more like platoons or frickin' companies. All too soon, there are command-and-control issues and..."

Reach: "Did you know there was a Batman Incorporated?"

Metro: "I think I'm going to be ill."

Valravn: "Since you're not going to eat your fries, I'll finish them."

Reach: "You know what? I think Mads would make an excellent Baby-Bat!"

Phase: "Would that be Aaron Langstrom, or Damian ibn al Xu'ffasch?"

Rorsmand: "Wasn't there a shooty one?"

Reach: "Jason Todd. But who the hell would give that guy magic?"

Valravn: "Funny, that's what this one's teammates asked when he showed up for a meet with his customized AK-97. Except for the nine-year-old. Maxx volunteered to finish the mods."

Metro: "Some days I really regret sticking to nonlethal rounds on campus."

Spark: "So. M. Todd, are you enjoying your visit to Whateley Academy?"

Metro: "Gentlemen, Ladies. Please excuse me - I'm sure there's a bully or two who needs his teeth kicked in or something before BMA."

Reach: "Not much a fan of the genre, is he?"

Valravn: "He's had to read some stuff for his Costume class. Otherwise, unless it's written in a dead language about irritating things bigger than him, covers some arcane aspect of music composition that no one cares enough to pretend to understand, or features the latest in arms and munitions, Mads is quite capable of pretending he's illiterate."

Reach: "You forgot porn."

Rorsmand: "No. He didn't." Reach turns a little pale. "And no, you don't want to know."

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2 years 7 months ago - 2 years 7 months ago #50885 by Rose Bunny
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It all started when Metro dropped the duckie. Of course Officer Delarose had happened to be nearby. It was some unfortunate form of coincidence. But the proof was there, plain to see.

“Metro, son… listen. I know you and Razorback are having some sort of feud, but you were warned about this. Report to the range after school for a refresher course. I’ll notify Eldritch. Oh, and Mads? Do show up this time.” Chief Delarose frowned and handed the offending item back to the boy, who took it and grumbled something in a confusing mish-mash of Danish, Klingon, and a language that if identified, would have gotten him detention in the vaults of the Mystic Arts department for the rest of the school year.

Bill Mathis, new to the security department, scratched his head and frowned. “What was all that about, and why is a rubber duck a problem?”

Delarose sighed and explained. “That one, in addition to being on the security auxiliaries AND the ultra-violent list… don’t ask… has been having a, shall we say, spirited rivalry with Razorback. Don’t ask me how, but somehow he determined that one of the sounds that Razorback has problems with, due to the sensitive nature of his hearing, is … the squeaking of a rubber duck. Since then, we’ve had to add said bath-time toy, and other squeaky toys to the dangerous weapons list.”

Bill Mathis looked at his boss sheepishly. “Um… sir?”

Looking at his newest employee, Franklin Delarose knew the next thing he would utter would not be music to his ears. “Yes, what is it?”

Mathis swallowed hard and responded. “I’m not sure if you are aware, but I happen to have a Corgi. Does this mean that…?”

Franklin sighed and nodded. “Yes, squeaky dog toys are included. Looks like Metro won’t be alone at the range tonight.”

Bill Mathis sighed and wondered how he would explain to both his fiancee and his young ward that they needed to attend training on the safe use of squeak toys that evening.

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2 years 7 months ago - 2 years 7 months ago #50925 by Anne
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Speakeasy's Night Mare

Rated R! read on but don't say you weren't warned

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2 years 7 months ago #50952 by Katssun
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Wendy moved some filthy pots with a mix of water and something in each them out of the way to gain just enough inches of counterspace to dice up a shallot from the backyard. Tired of playing "What's That Smell?" for the morning, she was determined to have a nice breakfast.

She found a presumably clean bowl and started whisking the three eggs for an omelet with a fork and peeked into the living room. Ma was on the couch, passed out drunk, as usual.

She'd save half in the fridge for Ma, if she woke up in the next four hours that is. The butter was hot, so she dumped in the mix and grabbed a spatula and delicately lifted the corners, letting it seep under the cooked parts of the omelet.

Wendy had come back from college a few hours to the north to start her summer break. Well, as much of a break as she got before she continued with work-study in a couple a weeks. Grants and an scholarship for low-income students only gets a girl so far. Spending money was crucial. The sorority girls in her classes had meant well, but it isn't philanthropy because a fellow classmate isn't wearing makeup and hasn't been to the salon in a few months. Being pitied never felt good. She refused to let others feel sorry for her, because it only made her upset. It was stupid, because Wendy rarely needed to wear makeup. But now she did anyway to keep up appearances. Nail polish covered the fact that her nails really did glitter naturally. 'Sorry, Rebecca, I can't remember where I found that color,' she'd lied the first time it had been noticed. She redid her nails once a week, or whenever she knew that her roommate Hattie was in lab.

Distracted, she didn't notice that the top of the omelet wasn't cooking until the edges had built up so much that she wouldn't be able to get the rest of it underneath. She tried to toss it in the pan, only to be met with a folded-over mess in the pan. She hadn't even added the shallots and cheese in yet!

Just because you were an exemplar, didn't mean you did everything perfectly she thought to herself. Breakfast scramble it was then.

Wendy opened the drawer for a clean fork to eat with and found none. Shit. "Spoon it is," she muttered to herself. She ate with only the dripping sink, Ma's gentle snoring in the background, and occasionally the neighbor's chickens in the distance. Finished, she looked to the huge pile of stuff in the sink and simply rinsed her plate off and wedged it in the side. She'd get to these in a bit. Another glance into the living room told her that the other half of the omelet went into a sandwich bag and into the fridge.

Wendy slinked into the living room and grabbed the grubby-looking, but clean enough blanket over the back of the couch to put on Ma. Nothing more than a few crumbs to shake out. With a quick smile, she flipped the blanket around herself and snuggled up next to Ma.

"Wes?" Ma mumbled in her sleep, "That you?"

"I've been Wendy for years Ma. You picked it."

"Oh yeah," she responded in a half-drunken, half sleepy daze. "Good to have you home sweetpe-"

It was.
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2 years 7 months ago - 2 years 7 months ago #50967 by Anne
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More Speakeasy's Nightmare
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2 years 7 months ago #51042 by null0trooper
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Monday morning, as the cock crows, February 4th, 2008, Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy

"Mistress! Oh, Mistress, I thought I'd not live to see you again!"

"Ugh... what time izzit?" Fey's sleep-dulled nerves finally registered the voice and distress, "Koehnes! Where were you? We've been looking all over for you since Friday!"

The distraught gnome was not so far out of it as to not look over at Chaka with a suspicious look and raised eyebrow at the use of 'we'.

"That even includes me, short stuff. Nikki was beside herself, thinking something bad had happened to you. So. What gives?"

The brownie turned back to Nikki, "Mistress, I am afraid I have done a terrible, terrible thing and must humbly beg your forgiveness."

"Koehnes, what did you do? I'm sure we can find some way to make things right if you'll just tell me."

"I... I... I called the Wild Hunt! It was dark and terrible, and though I scoffed it came, and even now I cannot say which was real and which not. There was even one point where it seemed the Huntsman stopped for ... Oh, even now that cannot have been true ... but he commanded us to eat, and all did!"

"What did he stop for, a Goody Mart breakfast combo burrito? Or... you did say hunt... grits and fatback?"

The diminutive fae turned green at the images conjured up by her Mistress' so-called 'roommate'.

"Toni! Koehnes, sweetie, calm down so we can start back from the beginning. How did you even know to call the Hunt?"

"Please, please forgive me, but I was so angry at that Leanne creature ..."

Crystal Hall

Despite the morning crowds, Fey had no problem finding the target of her ire in the cafeteria. The singular spiritual hangover pounded at her empathic senses.

"... I can still feel the cholesterol clogging my arteries," the malefactor was moaning to his unsympathetic friends.

"I would have words with you, Cousin."

"You must be in trouble. They're breaking out the capital letters."

The cur ignored its fellows to turn the head it was still cradling toward the Queen To Be. "I don't suppose you'd want to discuss the matter here?"

"No. Come."

After several minutes behind a privacy spell, Fey's "cousin" returned to the table and several questioning looks.

"Hej! Don't look at me. I didn't know you could eat the brownies!"

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2 years 6 months ago - 2 years 6 months ago #51358 by Schol-R-LEA
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I am going to kill them for this was the first idle thought that came to Liz Carson's mind.

*Now, now, my dear, you know that isn't possible, even for Me* came the voice from one of the two entities she was bonded to. The other one - the Astarte Force, as opposed to Astarte Herself - never communicated so directly.

Looking around, all she could do was shake her head. They had only just finished repairing the damage from the last time a few of the far-too-many divine personages currently on campus went after each other. At least this time, it was more of a prank war than a pitched battle. The only surprise came from which godling had stepped in to stop it all.

She glared at Arachne, who was fully inhabited by Grandmother Spider at the moment; Liz realized she was pissed, as she had been trying to keep a low profile for her Paladin, hoping to keep up the illusion that Simone was merely hosting a minor animal spirit.

Standing beside her was the physical form which Lupine's 'uncle' was wearing as he picked at the thick strands of spider silk still stuck in his fur; the Sun-Stealer had flown off the moment he had been cut free, but by the time they had freed Coyote, Miss Franks was on the scene to ensure he didn't vanish as well. The maintenance crew worked at cutting Tracer and Sun Wu Kong out of the remaining strands of webbing which the spider spirit had used to stop the mayhem which the tricksters were wreaking.

This was not going to be a fun afternoon for anyone.

Out, damnéd Spot! Bad Doggy!
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2 years 6 months ago #51628 by null0trooper
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Unimpressed by the limited useful information that could be squeezed from the tattered remains of Speakeasy's mind, the demon prince resolved to conduct his own hunt through the mortal realm. He took one of his older, more irresistible forms and slunk off into the subterrene gloom.

"Look! A black cat!"

"I don't see that listed as one of the Workshop landmarks. When are you going to admit we're lost?"

"Ah, c'mon! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I buried it in an old mason jar somewhere..."

"Huh. It doesn't look like Schroedinger, but it's not running either."

"... sealed tightly with the withered remnants of my curiosity. Don't go bothering the poor cat."

Said cat was regarding the two boys with its wide eyes, a trace of moisture forming at its helplessness. It had forgotten how many more footsteps on soft paws this form required to get anywhere. And the tunnels system here would have confused Azathoth were it sane enough for confusion.

"Aw. Want up?"

Anything to get off my feet. Sure. Maybe I can bend the human's mind toward my search.

"Hey! It, no his fur is really soft! Wanna bet it?"

"No, Boy OR girl, I don't want to pet someone else's pussy."

"Bite me."

"Ow!, Not you! Aw, jeez. Cat's tongue on my ear feels funny, k'now?"

"That's what you get for trying to make it ride on your fricking shoulder. Let's go. With any luck we'll find 'Shine's lab before we have to feet you to the cat so it doesn't starve to death."

"See! You do care!"

The boy's blood had tasted horrific: laden with heavy metals, odd pseudohemes, death, gun oil, and rot all surging through arteries and veins in a obscenely syncopated rhythm that hinted at further unnatural behaviors. And yet, even that was a connection of sorts that would allow the child's mental barriers to be bypassed ...

... behind those barriers were locked perversions of mind and sanity which would have thrown its daughter into a homicidal frenzy. It idly took note of some of the more interesting variations and made a list of things to hunt later. On second thought, it took a quick pass at altering a command sequence here or there to sabotage any rival interests.

Soon the paw-aches subsided, though more time passed before it recognized a set of intersecting passages, all alike, that it fancied it recognized. To the human's surprise, it hopped off the shoulder perch and went back to its task, tail held proudly in the air. Goth-moggie was back in the hunt!

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2 years 6 months ago - 2 years 6 months ago #51830 by Schol-R-LEA
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Not a Whateley micro, but... well, you'll see. Let's just say I watched a YouTube video of the cutscenes from Injustice 2 and I didn't know where else to post this idea.

The lips of the dark god's stone-like face curled ever so slightly.

At last, I have it. The secret. The Equation. All I need to do is complete the ritual and it will be in my grasp.

He turned away from the... well, let's call it a chalkboard, it wasn't one, but this is how a mortal from Earth might have perceived it... to a table, upon which several instruments lay. In its center, there was an elaborate sigil, which the grim beast set out to complete after so many ages.

No sooner was it enjoined, than a mass of eldritch energy appeared above it, both glowing and dark at once. Slowly, ever so slowly, the mass began to coalesce, eventually forming...

He wasn't sure what it was. His servitors seemed equally puzzled. It seemed to have several forms at once, but the one constant of it all was that he and all around knew instinctively that it was a key.

With something approximating joy in his dark heart, the god reached out and grasped it. It seemed to writhe in his hands, yet, he knew immediately that it was what he had spent...

"Excuse me," came a voice from behind him, "I believe that that is mine."

Darkseid spun to face the speaker, only to find that they... She was as nebulous as the device in his hand. The only constant about her was that she was female, and arrayed in dark clothes. Still, he got a sense of a mortal female... or not mortal at all... of a bipedal species unknown to him, though the general form was common enough.

"I said, that's mine," She repeated. "I appreciate you finding it and all, but I really need it. My closet's been getting very full of souls the past few eons, and I need to get them to where they are going."

He stood there staring at this... wisp of a creature, barely half his height, as she demanded the fruits of untold ages of effort!

In a fury, he lashed out at this... woman.. with the mightiest power available, intending to erase her from existence itself.

It had no effect.

"Uhm, you do know that can't possibly affect me, right? It's sort of a contradiction."

Just how long he held her in his Omega Beam, he could not say, but clearly, nothing was happening. At last, he ended the torrent of energy directed at her, his curiosity finally exceeding his rage.

"Who are you?" he demanded, in a voice that would have slain some mortals by its forcefulness alone.

She just shrugged. "Really? Is that how you're going to play this? At least the guy in that other dimension recognized me, and he wasn't half what you are, most of the time." Impatiently, she snatched the Anti-Life Equation from his hands, faster than he could see.

"Well, I guess I might as well get going, then... OK, listen, you did me a solid, and honestly, God or not, you probably won't remember this later. Hell, I'm guessing you're going to go back to looking for this, because you'll have forgotten it... you do know what this is, right?"

"The Anti-Life Equation. The secret of unending misery. The key to my final triumph."

She gave him a bemused look. "Damn, I can't help wonder who it was that fed you that line of shit, but no, nothing like that. It's a key all right, but not in that sense."

"So then... a key to what?"

"The Afterlife," she said with a smirk, "One of my sisters kinda... mislaid it a few eons ago, and I've had one hell of a time finding places to put all the souls of the Dead that have been accumulating ever since. Seriously, you oughta see my closet, it's packed."

A look of horrified confusion passed over the Lord of Apokolips' face, uncertain if he understood what he'd heard.

"Anyway, thanks for getting this back for me. Just do me a favor, and don't kill the Kryptonian right away when you meet him in, oh, a few turns of the Milky Way Galaxy from now? That would save me a lot of trouble, 'kay? taa!"

Out, damnéd Spot! Bad Doggy!
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2 years 6 months ago - 2 years 6 months ago #51834 by Kettlekorn
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Billie looked up when the doors crashed open. A hulking gray man in blue spandex stood in the doorway, splinters of wood still falling through the air around him as he glared across the library at her. She sighed and pressed the concealed button to summon a maintenance crew. "How can I help you, uh..." She snapped her fingers a few times, struggling to recall where she'd seen this guy before. "Concretious, right? From Twain?"

"I know nothing of this Twain!" he growled as he stomped toward her desk. "I am here for the Anti-Life Equation!"

"Really? Because you don't look like somebody who'd be in Emerson or Melville, and I've met all the Poesies and Thornies. Or I thought I had. Are you new?" While she talked, she ran her eyes quickly over the library, then nodded to herself. "I think what you're looking for is either going to be in one of the Advanced Hyper Dimensional Non-Euclidean Mathematics texts, which are in that bookcase over there by the ficus, or it'll be in the Encyclopedia of Tactical Mathematics, which is on the other side of that shelf by the mirror."

The man's eyes narrowed. "You cannot fool Darkseid so easily, girl!" He slammed his fist onto the desk, reducing it to splinters. "Now reveal the equation!"

Billie frowned; that had almost certainly set off the silent alarm, so now she'd have to deal with security as well. "I already told you where to look. If you hurry, you might even be able to find it before security gets here. Now please get out of my way. I need to sweep up this mess you've made." She shoved past him, then hesitated. "Oh, and lower your voice. This is a library."

The strange man grabbed her by the arm and began to shout something in her face, but she stopped him with a finger against his lips. "Careful," she hissed, then made a show of smiling and patting his arm as she glanced at the security camera. "This armband means I'm Section 33, understand? You're going to get yourself expelled if you don't calm down." She was going to need to find out which cottage he was from and give them a piece of her mind. Neglecting to inform the late arrivals about the armbands could get somebody hurt. "Now hurry up and let go of me before they think we're fighting."

"Cease your prattle and obey my will," Darkseid growled before slapping her with his free hand.

Billie blinked in surprise as her skull fused back together. "Are you insane?!"

"Your species' primitive standards of sanity do not interest me. You will tell me the Anti-Life Equation or suffer the wrath of Darkseid!"

"I work in-" Billie stopped and lowered her voice, then started over. "I work in a library, Backside, but that doesn't mean I've memorized or even read every book. Now let go of me." He ignored her demand and held an open palm before her forehead instead. That was weird, but the only thing it seemed to do was make him more frustrated. She tried to pull her arm free, but he tightened his grip and she felt her humerus snap. Gritting her teeth in anger, she created a sword in her free hand and prepared to remove his arm, then glanced at the security camera again and thought better of it. She removed her own arm instead, then began flying away.

She made it all of two feet before Darkseid appeared in front of her, ripped off her other arm, and casually knocked her head from her shoulders. He watched with interest as her head and limbs rapidly regrew. The head reached completion and opened its eyes before the body could even finish falling. She rose gracefully into the air, hovering before him as though nothing had happened.

No, not quite, Darkseid realized. Her eyes had been golden before. Now they were glowing a blue-green color, and her body language was different. His scowl deepened; it appeared this one would fight back after all. He raised his fist, then froze. Obscene numbers were boiling off of the girl's lips, dripping from her ears, and oozing out of her pores. This was it! The Anti-Life Equation! Darkseid watched, mesmerized, as she slowly raised a hand, fractal afterimages of equations echoing through reality with every movement. Then she thrust it through his chest. A distant part of his awareness swore in alarm, but the rest of him was paralyzed in awe as he felt the equation cascade through his very being. He was impossible to kill, able to rematerialize even after complete destruction, and yet this beautiful equation held the solution. Through the material plane and the spirit, between them and beyond, all that was Darkseid was being operated upon, decomposed by the omnimatrix. The perfection was complete, and Darkseid was no more.

Billie settled to the ground and stumbled, then blinked and looked around herself in confusion. She noticed the empty blue leotard on the floor amid a rapidly evaporating mound of ashes. "Oops." She staggered backward a step as guilt and fears of expulsion chased each other through her mind. "I never even found out which cottage he was in..."

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