Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Oct 1, 2013 0:09:37 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had made his way around in the darkness above the chamber he was trying to lure them to. Heather was doing a fine job of what he had told her to do. Her screams echoed the halls of the sewer like a well-practiced symphony. She was perfect in his eyes and to his ears. They would be here eventually, but they were taking their time coming for her. But Dr. Crane was a patient man and held little confidence in the fact that they were any good at what they did. After all the bat family let him take her in the first place. Nightwing had failed to protect her out of his own reservations and fears. He was no closer to helping her now as he ever was and he would never be.
When they would come into the room he would be well out of sight. The first thing opening up into the dimly lit room by cracks and holes in the pavement above was an amount of light over a lab desk and several feet forward, Heather – quite upset. How could they resist but to make sure the innocent victim was “Safe”.
The last thing that the doctor was working on was still scattered about the lab table. It was several powders lay on separate napkins and in the middle of the table was a list of medications meant for A Heather Glass. Next to the doctor’s note and several powders was even a prescription pad with three already made and written out next to the paper. He was a doctor after all, if she wasn’t with him she would still be able to obtain the correct medications she needed. He used the hyper scientific names of the drugs, nothing generic, though on the prescriptions he had wrote them in his chicken scratch fitting for a doctor with little time. The bottom of each was signed appropriately via Dr. Jonathan Crane. The three written prescriptions read Citalopram, Risperdal and Librium.
The doctor waited for them to come into his world, he knew exactly how it was going to turn out, with room for things to go wrong in the middle. Only fools planned for everything to go right and Dr. Crane was no fool. His needled hand wrapped around the left railing bar and the ends of the needle tapped at the bars to echo against the walls between her screams. It was going to be a night to remember.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Oct 1, 2013 20:02:34 GMT -5
Absorbed as she is in what she's doing, Heather finds herself becoming detached from her surroundings. She can't see much past her tears, the sounds of the sewers are drowned out by her screams, and the cold floor beneath her does little to disrupt the illusion that there's nothing outside of herself. Which is a thought that others may find terrifying, but for Heather it's actually somewhat calming - if there's nothing but herself then what could there be to be afraid of? Still, she can feel the absence of Jon, and it's hard for her to shake all the uncertainties that come when she's not sure what's going to happen.
But she takes what comfort she can in her task, knowing that this is helping Jon. He'll make sure that everything turns out okay, won't he? He always has before. So in spite of the fact that she can feel her voice starting to become sore, she screams again and again, willing the sound to fill the whole sewer. In between the screams she sobs, trying to keep in control of herself as she lays on her side on the floor. It's hard though, very hard - to express so much of the fear she feels but not all of it. The temptation is there, but no - she has to keep it at a manageable level. She's doing this for Jon, and she reminds herself of that over and over again like a mantra. Still, she can feel her grip on the situation slowly slipping and she can only hope that she can hang on as long as Jon needs her to.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Oct 7, 2013 19:49:58 GMT -5
The little section in the sewer was dark as probably the rest of the place, not that Kory could probably attest. She was not greatly alert to most things at present. It was the shear case of outer body experience, only vaguely here and often somewhere else. Though she felt a lot of which her body went through, but with the past trying to weave back into the parts of her brains she had blocked off. The experiences were mixing, but she hadn't entirely lost it. In all effort Kory was doing every effort to fight it. Giving in would make it all go away, but that was easy. It was cheating. Why be given life if merely to throw it away? The droplets echoed throughout the dampening space and screams. Unknowingly they too mixed with the screams of the past. Kory's eyes looked onwards. Past the battered limbs of her body. Past the walls before. To the horizon. Some distance over the crashing waves. Even in her desire to reach the sun, there was something stopping her. Tear drops trickled and fell from her golden cheeks. Landing upon sand and the cold stones of the sewers. Even though with the sight before her, that in varies ways had played out several times and somehow she knew this was merely playing tricks in her mind. It couldn't be reality, but she certainly felt it every time. As the water lapped over the limb body. All screams that could have broken from her lips had run out of a place to exist from. Exhaustion, but there always still that ounce of emotion that could be driven to her limits. What was Kory if she couldn't feel? This is what happens when you lay yourself open to them, but wouldn't exist with them closed off.
'Why resist?'
'You can't win.'
The deep and dark voice played with the echoes that surrounded the tamaranean. The shadow loomed over, with the shear size. It seemed more man and honestly more than a simple scarecrow. Though not unlike anything Starfire hadn't seen. A beast. If fear was the general name of the game, it had barely cracked. Even before Starfire could turn, with fists meeting her jaw bones and various placed on her body. Felt like boulders hitting her flesh, before falling further down on the ground. Only less tropical trees that shadowed around and more darken buildings of a place she once called home. The purple dress had been torn, strap ripped off. Green eyes looked up with a regaining strength in her fist.
'But you also can't give up, can you?'
'It's not your style'
'You fight to the end.. Well girl…'
'This is the end'
Before Kory could gain enough, another row of blows preceded her from her efforts. Leaving her practically knocked out. Eyes blinked again at the horizon, with little more than a hint of pinkish blood at the corner of her mouth. Trickled mildly. Hands on the sand and stone. Kory was in a sense in a very deep and dark sleep. There just needed to be one chance. Someone to wake the space princess!
Music: Delta Goodrem - Be Strong
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Oct 9, 2013 11:02:25 GMT -5
Nightwing hadn't paid much attention to the switch off down below that had gone on between Arsenal and Wulfen. His mind wasn't on that.
Though it had not passed attention at all. It was just a minor situation compare to where his mind was set.
When Arsenal made it up the rope, Nightwing extended a helping hand to pull him the rest of the way up. As soon as he was up on the piping line with him, he started to pull the rope up quickly. Nightwing didn't need Scarecrow knowing where he was at this point. All that man needed to know was Nightwing was hunting him down.
And he very much was so. As soon as he would get the chance there was no telling what he would do or what he was about to face. Hence his icy actions toward Arsenal.
He hardly said a word in response to the slight joking. This wasn't the time. But in all honestly, it probably was best to have Arsenal there to keep him held back if something might happen.
"Make sure to steer clear of the Scarecrow. He's mine," Nightwing coldly responded.
Not wasting any more time, he headed down the pipe line. It was easy for to maintain his balance and foot gripping on the pipes.
Nightwing ignored all around him. Running as if Arsenal might not even be there. Driven by determination and hatred. That was easy for his friend to see. The Scarecrow would read it right away. This is what he wanted right, to break the Bat-family. And by doing all of this, it was only a matter to get Nightwing to snap.
The screams were closer now. It was hard to tell if they were out of pain or forced. Nightwing's mind only set on finding Kory.
Once within the area of the traveling screams, Nightwing took notice of the location. They had reached a mild area where there were now chambers within the sewers. Many of which had been used in the past by other scum much like the Scarecrow.
Nightwing looked around using the night vision. He located the screaming figure's image. He stopped and looked down. Unsure of whether he should bother to check this out. His mind only wanting to find one person and to kill the other.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Oct 10, 2013 2:06:44 GMT -5
The switch of players was the better move in this situation. In this part. Being this seemed a little bit more personal. If Arsenal knew Dick, there would probably still be a part of him that wanted to put a hand to Wulfen's throat, by the way he yapped on about. Complained… But he was always the gentleman. As Arsenal took his bud's hand and was hulled up… Not much of a Hello. How are you? But, Dick didn't need to say it. Arsenal could read his tells. Pulled Dick in momentarily with the hand that pulled Arsenal up and with Arsenal's other hand came firmly at Dick's arm. In the gesture, they're in this together… Arsenal was here to help. Dick would still go in charging by himself, but odds were in numbers…. Arsenal wasn't completely useless… And there was a time… A time they both can recall. With the loss of Donna, was still all to real for both of them. That could certainly add to why Arsenal was here. Had she really been the love of his life? Dick, least deserved to find out if Koriand'r was his… Whilst of course not go do something stupid and get himself killed in the process. Arsenal really couldn't sit back when two of his best friends and fellow titans were in trouble.
"I figured you'd say that… I thought you might like these!"
By Nightwing's insisting, Arsenal was left punching walls and rescuing the ladies. Not something he'd completely complain about, he wouldn't make any promises, but he got it. He understood. For someone that usually sang so morally, that really in the air right now. Well, Arsenal couldn't exactly disagree. Swinging loose the black backpack off his shoulder momentarily. It wasn't a suave touch… It was however darn well practical. Arsenal unzipped the backpack in close tells with Nightwing. Weapons sure, but it was mostly the robotics he had stowed that can been the major draw factor. Really showing how Arsenal spent his time. Though these were a step up from your general human robotics… Tamaranean. Arsenal glimpse a dark smirk. Not that he was overly impressed with himself, it just felt fitting. That was if they even came in handy. Zipping it back up and swung it back over his back… Followed Nightwing down the pipe line. With ease. His balance wasn't influenced and his speedy was pretty much top notch. Keeping ears out to not just the screaming. That certainly was a key factor. There was more than just Starfire to rescue. No, listening out for really any tells. Seeing, which was dark, but his mask helped guide him. If not for the hint of blue, Nightwing would almost disappear. Which Arsenal certainly kept a closer eye on. Been in similar situations before. Even almost the same, only it had been the other titans with him. Arsenal had certainly heard about it. How Dick finally admitted his feelings… Even Arsenal could be guilty for containing his feelings. Too often the job comes first.
"You know I've not actually seen much of this farm weed, can he even be killed?"
That was a stoke of truth, then Arsenal was usually so truthful and extremely good at lies when he wanted to be… Though really couldn't say he had come faced with Scarecrow, that sounded like something that could make a doormat with… Arsenal was sure that was partially in Nightwing's intentions. Not that he was completely out of the know… He was a little more all seeing than even Nightwing probably knew or needed to know right now, but Nightwing certainly knew…. Also rambling on in natural habit. He was well aware what Nightwing was running around saying in his own head. His worries. His faults. Kory mostly. Arsenal wouldn't expect Nightwing to respond. Though would offer something other than Nightwing's own soundtrack."Dick…" Oooh, risky to be whispering his name. Though he could put it down to if one asked; How do you know it wasn't an insult.. No, it was subtle in his tone. Only Dick needed to pick up, if he cared to hear it. "Kory knows your coming! She believes in you!" If the roles were reserved, Arsenal knew Kory being doing the same thing to save thing. Maybe with even with equal aggression. Sometimes they were more a like, than they realised. Though as hot as she was, probably be more scary… "Hell, I can't even believe I'm saying this out loud… I have faith in you!" Arsenal was more hoping Nightwing not say it in return, that might be the uncut scene from the notebook, but what he said wasn't untrue. Following his trail still. Ears certainly opened to hearing the screams closer… Arsenal was in the assuming that they both could tell it wasn't Kory screaming… It had to be the radio chick… He had lived under the same roof at times, sometimes there was no roof, but you know… Not something you easily forget. "She was taken from you! This isn't your fault, You didn't lose her." Roy then extended, similar in words to what someone once might have told him in relation to Donna's death, it might have taken him time to really listen to them… Even to this day, but wasn't like it didn't help or wasn't true… "We'll get Kory back!" Arsenal said with encouragement, before coming to a halt in the path. They really did have that chance and there was no way they could fail. Not these two former sidekicks. Former titans and currently still best friends.
"Dude…! And I thought I've lived in scummy places. Talk about low… Please, promise I'm not in for the reunion down in the sewers… Do you have anything in mind, you know once we do get her back?"
That remark was clear result in coming upon chambers… Not to be completely out of the the know that some go to places like this, but like this… This certainly was unexpected. Mostly it was just disgusting. Arsenal could defiantly attest to living in similar, but even this he had to shake his head. Maybe anymore slip ups, this might be where he ends up and that… That was a disturbing thought, enough to probably keep him somewhat on the line… Jokingly commented to Dick, assuming there would be some infatuated reunion between Dick and Kory. Hoped it wouldn't be here… He was sure he knew them well enough it end somewhere else… He probably needed to find a car to sleep in tonight or maybe the bunker… Though more serious in thinking about the when… When they'll rescue Kory… He asked if Dick did have that in mind… Not expecting again to answer, but Arsenal had certainly thought of what he would have done… If he had the chance to save Donna… Simple human thing to do right, he shrugged harmlessly..
"That's the Glass girl, isn't it? I thought I recognised the scream… What? Sometimes I find out what's going on the traditional way… Rather than hijacking Bat's Mobile… Oh, I'm kidding. You remember what happened last time… I'm a little more savvy in my ways now… He has no idea… Believe me!"
Most likely Arsenal in a conversation with himself. As his eye wear shifted and it could also zoom in. Openly admitting to listening to a radio or more the news. He was also a musician… Maybe one day they'll be hearing Harper… Either way, through his light attempts, Arsenal was still very much focused. He couldn't say he knew really in detail what the Glass lady looked like, but certainly knew she had gone missing. It hadn't been a lengthy puzzle lets say… Though looking down to the darkened space around her, she was undoubtedly alone… At the very least upon appearance… There had to be more too it. If Arsenal could even put himself in her shoes, but he'd least would assume he wouldn't just be sitting still, waiting for fear to consume… Then unlike her he could see better in the dark and not exactly a place you'd want to run into walls. Especially these walls… Though with the fear bumping, maybe this exactly was it, there was defiantly sounds of sobs... Not just the tearing scream that rippled through the tunnels and filled the ears. This was more like Glass was being used as a white flag or a target. Bate. Least felt more than simply a damsel screaming, he'd certainly saved his fair share to know how they can differ, but there were usually tells. Still she was a damsel, no matter if there were strings pulled. He was more in the mood to tearing the puppeteer apart.
"This is a trap… Too bad I'm the stupid hero, we can't just leave her there… Not like I was called Speedy for nothing…"
Arsenal pointed out the obvious in Nightwing's ear, well more he just spoke low and Nightwing was close beside him. This was really the who would make the first showing… Right? You'd make the first move. As that is sometimes the advantage, doesn't exactly always prove that you'll win… Arsenal really wasn't sure if he cared to let Scarecrow wait… All it seemed to have been more weeks if not months, was waiting. Arsenal threw out his own line… Yes, he's like the red Batman… It was thrown of course with all silent attempts, so not to throw his idea to surrounding until he would make his appearance… Of course Nightwing could stop him before lift off or there could have been someone else waiting to catch him. As Arsenal certainly motioned for hopefully a quick swoop and dive. When all else fails, go back to the classics, right? If indeed this just made Arsenal bate, then that probably opened Nightwing for whatever his heart told him he needed to do. Glass was certainly worth it, even if she'd lead to him being put through hell. In his manners and his faults. Even he would say he's not exactly your perfect hero, but damn if someone actually didn't think he took this serious… If this wasn't the most important thing.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Nov 16, 2013 10:05:15 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was a very patient man but he was getting tired of this. They had every opportunity to walk into the light that he had on Heather and yet they hadn’t. It was obvious that they were afraid of what was to come. So they would not stare back into the darkness? Fine….He didn’t have time for time for this, he would make the darkness come to them. Simply creatures like this just needed a bit of stimulation.
The Scarecrow brought his hands from the dirty railing and tapped the now buzzing fan on his chin to make it stop. Through the thick steam he thought as he could hear their voices rising from the pipes. They were hear, but refused to come in. He knew they were here. There was no more time to wait for them to face their fears; their fear had come to them.
But then he saw a red line flash through the room and wizz by Heather's head. The glowing yellow from his mask reflected as his eyes shot back and forth to determine what it was. He was expecting Wulfen or a Batline of some sort but this was something different, something unexpected. It was alright, The Scarecrow was used to working with things that unexpectedly changed. If you weren't able to be flexible in your plans then you should have never had them in the first place. What happened next was enough to push him over the edge. A red blurr had swung by and picked off 'his' Heather. The glowing slices in his mask glowered and he turned around to release a wheel from a main valve in the sewer. It caused an area of the sewers to rumble, but it was far away.
After a moment of adjusting the situation he jumped over the rail and landed in the spotlight where Heather had once stood but was whisked away into the darkness. Now he had only her screams to guide him to her location, but it didn't matter, they would come to him. "I see you couldn't just come yourself Nightwing to pick your prize..." The distortion crackled out as he turned and looked into the shadows for his soon to be next experiment. "Would it be too much to say that you are far too late to save her?' A Scarecrows laugh peirced through the darkness infront of him and echoed throughout the halls. His hands rose as he basked in the light of his triumph. "She's already mine.." He reminded the Nightwing and whatever family he brought along of his what had happened to Penguin and exactly the depth....of his hold on her.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Dec 28, 2013 15:00:13 GMT -5
If, in her effort to keep screaming without freaking out, Heather had been paying much attention to her surroundings, she may have noticed with the vigilantes arrived. Instead she's a bit lost in the little world that she created for herself - the one in which there is nothing but her and her need to keep screaming and crying in order to help Jon.
So when she quite abruptly finds herself being grabbed, it takes her completely by surprise. And her screams abruptly change from long, drawn out wails of somewhat falsified terror and despair to short screeches of very real and abrupt panic - this isn't Jon who has taken hold of her! A fact that also causes her to attempt to fight her way out of the grip of whoever it is. Fortunately for Arsenal, though her movements are quite erratic and as strong as she's capable of, she's a small and weak young woman who has trouble remembering any of the moves that Jon taught her when she's this scared so her efforts are only so likely to work.
In fact, it's not a completely unusual thing for someone to try to react violently when they're unexpectedly grabbed, even if they're an innocent victim in the situation, simply because they're scared and don't know what's going on - so this response should not catch him completely by surprise. Perhaps the only difference is that any attempts on his part to try to reassure her that he's a good guy and here to rescue her from the evil Scarecrow will fail completely. She's far too busy struggling against his hold on her to listen to such nonsense.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Jan 3, 2014 2:32:33 GMT -5
There was nothing really, than death. Darkness. Loomed in all the corners. There was the faint glisten of golden sands. Of hope that trickled along the beach, but it certainly wasn't anything like the real thing. Where normally, such life and dreams all rolled into one simple. Place of bliss. It was merely on the verge of disaster now, one faint little straw. For all that was right. Just, Kory was holding on. As if she even knew the ability to let go. Fall down to it all, certainly this wasn't forever… Yet, it not only felt like it was dragging on, but her emotions. Every ounce just dragged along with it. How many? How many bodies would wash a shore, before the blood could do more than tempt to stain the sands. Not just faceless innocence. Friends. Love…. No, they couldn't… How could they? As the tears fell through where previous had stained. Rolled and fell from cheeks. To fall as golden knees buried and bruised in the rough brutal sand. Fingers chipped. Clung to her chest. As the other clung aimlessly at the space. It was played out in so many ways and yet somehow she'd always end up right here. As the emotions played and pulled to their limits, but was there really an end for the tamaranean. The isolation crept upon her neck. The images that struck, did more than shatter the tears and break out the screams. As little it did, that rippled across to nothing over the open water… As Finger could etch closer. Just a touch, but all she felt was the sharp sting of cold. He was gone. Body gone. Only to be repeated, but he couldn't be. Not yet… Not like this.
As though her screams could pitch deep and rattle a ocean. It not seem strong enough to even grace an echo down below. Deep with in the sewers where Starfire lay all but a flicker. The faintest evident motion of her eyes as the silence escaped. Though nothing to capture it. Echoes through the darkness, did all than hinder it… Nothing, save what she could feel the rumbling of an earthquake, yet nothing cracked, nothing moved. Saved the rise and fall of the flesh of her hand. Felt numb to the cold and any warmth in the mix of sand. There was nothing, but surely she could tried, even if she hardly realised she was… Call it instinct. Call it whatever… Though perhaps it was ironic that in a blink. A couple. She was set in darkness of slavery… Lost in tunnels and silence replaced with screams. Cries. Such pain and hurt surrounded… As the tamaranean played limb on the floor. Any motions of hands, was evidently stoop from the restraint. The sound of the footsteps. The voice. The words. The scum… This was the moment… Could this also be what she was looking for now?When her powers were new. Fresh, she had bided just the enough time to harness the energy. Take a chance in the seduction which could normally end in her defeat… As usually the heaviest. Weight attempting to crush every vital out of her. Caught with bound arms between. Breath! Ugh! it was enough to cause all the wrong shivers, but there wasn't much to loose. As the pain only barely began scratching and clawing in her skin. Every ounce of energy. Every ounce of emotion. All times before, there was no holding back now. No restraint could hold her now. As shear power, shot point blank, fragments of the ceiling simply crumbled on the now limb body. As the rise and fall of all aggression was felt. Written upon her face as well as the never ending hope. That just couldn't. Wouldn't submit… Never again! She had made that promise… She as sure as hell wasn't going to break it now… Not again… As with heated and steaming fist. Felt the pulsing energy she knew was inside her. Was brought out of her, was now part of her. As her bright eyes glowed through the bleak light at the body below… Just as her eyes caught even the glimpse of the light. Freedom? At last? Things were never so easy, but even at a step. She was brought back to what was still around her… The suffering… As the cries. The screams surrounded her. So many young voices. She knew within the deepest of her heart, she couldn't let another succumb… As her eyes looked in the varies ways, she knew she wouldn't leave without them!
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 24, 2014 20:47:37 GMT -5
Sad to say, much of Arsenal's conversation was falling upon deaf ears. He could hear what he was saying. But there was no response. There was nothing that could be said. All joking was set aside.
There was no time for joking. There was no amusement in this. He just wanted to save Kory. He could only image what Scarecrow had put her through. Right now all that matter was trying to save her and putting Scarecrow out to the pasture. Leave him to scare of the crows in fields.
Something needed to be done. And he knew Scarecrow had control of Kory. That would be the toughest part of the situation. To fight Kory was one of the hardest things he would have to do.
But he wouldn't fight her. He couldn't. He'd get to Scarecrow at all costs.
The pipe line seemed to go on forever. Nightwing heard the screaming continuing. Only to stop once and respond to Arsenal.
"Take care of the girl. I need to find Scarecrow," he said.
And with that he carried on. He knew Arsenal could take care of the simple task. Though Nightwing knew this was a trap as he continued.
Nightwing could hear Scarecrow's voice. Mocking him. Always mocking those that challenge him. He thought he was greater than everyone else.
He followed the voice. Scarecrow was going to pay. Nightwing just wanted to find Starfire. That's all he cared about. But the rumbling in the sewer line way back caught his attention.
"Arsenal, get to higher ground now," he said. He hadn't been that far off from him.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Jan 25, 2014 3:35:11 GMT -5
The silence. Well, least Arsenal could say he had his own echo to listen to, but he was more than sure his presence was enough. Hell, maybe not, but he was sure he was glad to be here nonetheless. What not needed to happen was Nightwing getting killed in the process, maybe that could be less likely to happen given how determined Nightwing was, but one had to imagine the possibility. He really really didn't want to see the lose of not just one friend, but two… They had gone through enough in the past months. Enough, perhaps even that could driving this little pony ride forward. His steps certainly weren't far behind, before the abrupt stop. The screams that pulled them from below… It was a decent way down. Of course it was dark and dank. Usually that was how these things played out. Unless of course it was Toyman, but Arsenal was certainly more up to facing the dark. The dank. Than random robotic dolls… There wasn't much of a linger. Once Arsenal had seen Heather. Sure it was most likely trap and sure he might as well be a complete idiot to fall for it, but he really couldn't just sit back complain about his day job. This is what they did. There was no words Arsenal could really say. It wasn't like he could tell Nightwing no and he'd actually abide by that. Nightwing was set in a way, hardly anything Arsenal was gonna say, was gonna hit a place…. He really couldn't blame him. Perhaps he wasn't as rational, but put in a situation as this. Could one really play it better… As much as Nightwing really openly said it. She was his life. His love. Among all the rest he had. Least Arsenal would imagine she was brighter in all his secrets… He would fight to the end for her. As there was just a brief moment as Arsenal watched Nightwing continue on his search. Whilst of course setting up his line. You'd be surprised how well he could pull this off without even looking… Yeah, put that up to the many times Oliver made him train blindfolded. Even more so Cyborg on titan course.
"Seems there is more treasure to gain!!!"
Responded in kind to the over drawn voice muffled potentially by a potato sack. There seriously needed to be better gimmicks. Then of course Arsenal was looking like Robin Hood after he got shot a little, but of course Arsenal was generally the better shooter. He wasn't of course super in his strength, but he had good strength for a man that trained. Picking up Heather was almost like lifting up a feather. Even more so as she was waving around her arms and legs, but apart from being kicked a little in the legs. Arms. Arsenal managed to hold on to her and thankfully so, it would have been a long way to fall if had dropped her… He was certainly a better hero, than many would credit. With a swing again from the opposite wall, he did manage to swing back up the top. Least to where he'd more or less come from and not far from where Nightwing was running off too… Setting Heather down, but it was clear she was a little brainwashed. How else would it explain this behaviour? Ok, sarcasm aside. He'd keep her from running off. Kept some hold least, he could manage.
"WOAH! Settle petal… Higher ground… Got it…"
Arsenal's voice remarked towards Heather, if that would even remotely help or get through, but it was something. Certainly would make it smoother if she wasn't trying to wipe his eyes out. As his hand motioned more calmly to keep her still. Already before Nightwing spoke it, he needed to get this girl out…. He could easily creepy back in… His words came in short to Nightwing behind his red mask. Before turning his attention back to Heather. Motioned for her slim tiny frame, locked her in his arms where he believed he'd manage to keep her in and half hoisted her over his shoulder. Perhaps it was a little glamourous, but it least freed him enough as he would attempt to go back through the sewers and hopefully get her to the ground above… The momentarily Arsenal stopped short and turned to Nightwing. He'd be in touch no doubt and with one hand, he made sure Nightwing had the right equipment. Arsenal had less need for his bag where he was going...
"Nightwing! Don't screw it up!"
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 11, 2014 16:57:03 GMT -5
The sewer was damp and bitter cold this time of year. Puffs of air came out of the fans from his mask. The fan’s clicked and hummed, obviously worn and damaged from time but still working. The glow behind the glass of his monstrous eyes was dimmed as he stood in the light looking around him. This had gone on long enough without an action being taken.
He took a deep breath and raised his hands in the light. He felt his possessions screams through the darkness. His shadow was long and thin as it ran across the floor and joined with the shadows surrounding him. She did have such a beautiful symphony when she was frightened, and she was of this so called hero that snatched her from that which she knew. He could bask in it for as long as they’d allow which at the moment seemed like a long time.
For as long as he’d been standing there no one that he knew was here was approaching him. How long had they been cowering in the darkness? They couldn’t hide from the arbiter of fear. His needled fingers tapped into the air and he let a heavy sigh blow through his fans. ” Hickory Dickory Doc…..The mouse ran up the clock…” The rhyme left the mask in cracked distortion and echoed through the damp halls of the sewer.
”If you ever wish to save her you are indeed far too late. He dropped his hands and instead reached into his tattered jacket to pull out a small sickle. He pulled it to his side and tapped it leaving the light fully exposed to it. He was showing his foes that he was ready for them whenever they were going to come, which at the moment seemed like they never would. But he knew they feared him. The bird would stick to the shadows and try to steal away his slave in the dark. Unfortunately for him she was far too deep under his control for him to simply rip her from it, and she would do whatever he said at a moment’s notice.
But he had had enough of this. The Scarecrow began moving without another word. He moved around the corner to the other tunnel, away from Heather’s screaming voice to where he kept Starfire. He saw her there, suffering in her chains on the floor. There was a fear in her eyes that was burning behind the dimmed emerald in her eyes. It was a fear that only he could see. The Scarecrow was drawn to it. With the sickle at his side he walked up to her and kneeled down just inches in front of her. He took the needle on his index finger and lifted her chin with it, careful not to prick her.
He leaned in his lips close to hers but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. ”Tell me the real names of everyone in the Bat family…” He whispered almost kindly to her, though the wound was deep. It was the most desired secret in the underworld of Gotham, but did Dr. Crane want it? Did he care? No….
But he was going to get them to show themselves.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 12, 2014 18:18:03 GMT -5
If anything, the words that the man who grabbed says to her only makes her struggle that much harder - either she's too scared to pay attention to their meaning or she understood them but does not believe for a second that she should calm down. Instead she puts up as good of a fight as she can manage, trying to twist out of his grip and using her loose limbs to try and hurt him. Still probably not enough to free herself, but certainly enough to cause him some struggle to hang onto her.
And if her screaming and struggling wasn't a clear enough sign that she's not happy to be rescued, her screams start to form words. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LETMEGO!" she yells at him, clearly quite terrified, especially when she sees that he's trying to take her completely out of the area.
At least until she suddenly stops screaming, even her struggles ceasing for a moment, and she says, "Let me go!" But this time her voice is confident - not calm, but angry and determined. And her struggles display a new tactic: rather than being a product of random panic, she's actually thinking about what she's doing as she pulls against his grip - seeing if she can't hit him hard in the head with a knee or an elbow. This actually does have a chance of working, if the change of tactics was sudden enough to catch him by surprise.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
"Feel free with yourself, learn to enjoy... Why inhibit yourself with silly taboos?"
Registered On: Dec 21, 2011 9:59:21 GMT -5 ~
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Feb 23, 2014 7:44:32 GMT -5
The need was strong. That need was ultimately always strong. It possibly mattered the most. Freedom. Life. Not just for her own, it was not just about her anymore. Least then it wasn't. In this flash of a time she had long escaped and yet deep down perhaps Starfire was still somehow still there. Because no matter how she tried, no matter how many lives she did manage to save that day she finally broke free. She couldn't save everybody, she couldn't. Nor prevent the many lives that would succumb to the torture after. It was horror of the Citadel. It wasn't something you could just stop. In someway it would always exist. Where life had little to no value, than simply a body that was no longer meant to be your own, but theirs. In Starfire's attempts that day she had set out to reclaim that and more. Much more. It seemed fate wasn't entirely on her side. Because in the escape, somewhere in this place of memories. Reaching the starship. It was merely ahead of them… Ahead of Starfire, but again like she had before felt the pull… This was the change. What did not happen, but what was happening now. She tried. Held her ground. Felt the tear as pulled with every single muscle in her body, but it would be no use. Sadly she knew this and yet she'd still try. In some way. Somehow. If she couldn't do this herself, someone had to… Falling back. Starfire let out a bellowing scream. A scream that fell on no ears. It was less of fear and a little a bit of aggression, but still unable to resist.
How could she when the chemical that swam beneath her flesh, within her blood stream kept her at bay… At his bay. Whatever the hell he was. As her far less kept red head fell low. The weight of her head was felt, but whether it was truly her will or from the touch of the needle, she rose it. Lifted it. The back of her head came to the cold filthy wall behind her. Her eyes looked to a shallow depth unseen, but they soon shifted as the eyes that looked at her now crept closer. Closer. It was almost to close, that she could feel him crawling inside her flesh. Perhaps he was in more than that. In her head. Her body. Her soul. She was merely at his taking. To do as he said. Commanded. Leaning into her already darken space in the sewers, it got darker. His lips cold were inches from her own. Starfire could smell his breath just as cold and dark as death. Perhaps if she was his average tormented soul she would beg for him to take her life… It just wasn't that easy. It never was.
Starfire's arms laid limb beside her, fingers bruised and finger nails chipped on the floor. There was no will she could bring herself to use them. Not against the voice that the pull inside her couldn't resist. Just within the lean. The locking of his eyes. She was not only brought back, but in his world. With little else than dripping of water somewhere in the distance, just that faint reminder she was more than deep in. She was deep under…. Then his words came. Where there had been little expressions upon her face, save the slight hint in her eyes. A light perhaps fear he could see. Control. Now something certainly bubbled. Maybe more pain than fear. Feeling the tightness in her tongue. Knowing what he was asking. What it meant, least somewhere deep down she did. Feeling his command. That tug at her tongue. Tug at the words. Names… Something in her world she probably could shout and shout easily… Here it was more than just names. For a moment her green eyes fell from his. The swell of moisture bubbled in the corners as the swell swarmed her chest. Her heavy weighted eyes returned and shook her head, whether at him which was pointless or merely at herself, struggling with it… Perhaps she could try, but in even trying to bite her tongue. Starfire couldn't simply say no.
"Peter…. John…."
With the swallow that possibly got caught, Starfire responded to the commander. In all honesty was she spoke. Who's name were true, of it were middle names, it was a start, but she knew if she kept going she wasn't going to be able to fully stop the slip ups, but it was something. Something he could probably play up on and try again. Drive it out of her easily…. Starfire's voice cut between the names. Her eyes heavy with the swell of emotions, there was perhaps a less of a spark revealed on her face than a spark felt within as she had simply spoke John. It least meant something, something that swelled in place locked inside of a vessel that felt numb, broken and bruised. Felt as out of her control and in another, as she had been in the citadels once upon a time before.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Feb 23, 2014 21:09:28 GMT -5
Time was short, and they were running out of options. Nightwing wanted to help his friend out if he could. The screaming woman bring rise to the situation of her being in Arsenal's hold.
Down in front of him was the scene playing out. There was no more time for hiding. The shadows were of no help now.
Nightwing ran forward into a how knew game. One the Scarecrow controlled. Running in the way he had to was a call for disaster. He knew what he was up against. The Scarecrow could control Starfire. And he could only fight to keep himself alive and try to get to Scarecrow. All the while the Scarecrow would be watching on.
Nightwing jumped down. Abandoning all caution. He came forward from the shadows.
Leading in, two wingdings were aimed at the Scarecrow. One for his head and on for his shoulder. Outside the range of aim, Starfire would remain unharmed.
"Get away from her," Nightwing demanded as he came forward.
Which that he landed and was to strike the Scarecrow with an escrima stick to knock him out of the way.
Nightwing's rage would not go unnoticed. The Scarecrow had crossed the line with this attack. And the next would not be again his family. He had already taken one he loved. And he was going to get her back at all cost.
Regardless if he was going to go down fighting. He'd save Kory. He'd never let her go without a fight. And Scarecrow was about to pay for every day of pain he had inflicted on Starfire during that time.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Mar 6, 2014 7:01:44 GMT -5
It was certainly coming clear that Arsenal didn't exactly have the calming factor. At the very least not right now and with with this little lass. She sure was a feisty little woman. With swinging frantic arms as Arsenal attempted her at bay. For a moment, heck maybe a couple it seemed to work a little. At least enough she didn't just slip out of his arms like a fish. Perhaps put it down to being a hero, you kinda have to go with the unexpected. Then again in many cases one just had to improvise. Even there was something to the words. "Let Me Go"! That certainly didn't make this anymore enjoyable. To try and restrain.. Certainly he could feel a lump here and there in his throat, but Arsenal's heart of hearts. He had to believe that it wasn't completely coming her or perhaps by chance some of it was. How was he to assume what she would have been like before all this? What he had to stick with his the deep feeling in his gut. That he was doing what was best for her. Rescue her. Save her. For all he knew she was just as brainwashed as Kory… In his attempts it seemed he did at least manage a little effort through the sewers, to head back through the way they came… With the deep terrifying yelling blaring possibly over his red shoulder.
For a moment her movements do stop. Halt. To allows for a little cease, but certainly there was something up… Then she speaks again. The same words she had blasted over and over again. Only with far more aggression. Assertiveness. Almost like a switch. Someone else's voice, for all he knew this was Scarecrows doing. His voice, but rationally thinking that was less than what was important… Though in his attempts to flee with her were again faced with a struggle, a lot more struggle. Her attempts were certainly more determined. Causing a clear halt in Arsenal's rescue. Dodging knees and elbows. Though he was unable to dodge them all. The hits were maybe not overly painful, but enough it was certainly causing a little distraction. Taking him off his guard. Although the hit to his eye that came, he was certainly going to feel tomorrow. There was certainly slippage in his grip, but Arsenal certainly wasn't going to let her flee. In a swift motion to his belt. Pulling at a line, in attempts if successful to restrain her. Not maybe his ideal idea, but it was maybe something he needed to do. Of course with her struggling, it wasn't easy.
"I'm sorry… This maybe falling on flat ears… I am trying to help you!"
Arsenal expressed strongly and sincerely. Whether or not any part of her was aware or was in position to truly heed his words, well… They were true. As he struggled in attempts to bind her with his line, but with such determination there certainly a chance she would slip away completely. With the lack of lighting, it certainly wouldn't be impossible, it'd wouldn't really come down to being less of a hero. If by chance Miss Glass did slip. Did flee. Even took him on a wild goose chase throughout the sewer. Arsenal certainly be taking that chase. He hadn't been called Speedy for nothing and unfortunately for her like many stupid heroes, he knew less about when to back down.
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