Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 25, 2014 18:05:44 GMT -5
The names that fell from Starfire’s mouth brought a sinister smile to his lips. Even though she was under his control she was still finding a way to twist what he wanted. It didn’t matter, he had her right where she belonged, and she was going to do what he wanted. He was basking in the perfection of the moment but he knew what was coming. Dr. Crane took a deep breath and steadied himself.
The moment that Nightwing went to take the swing the Scarecrow flipped around and caught the stick with the hallow of his sickle. He applied pressure against him to try and hold him back.”Oh….You’ve grown up…” He taunted him and tried to shove him back by drawing the sickle up and away from the other weapon. ”Starfire! Scream! Scream their full names! He shouted at Nightwing but it was clearly directed at Starfire.
The Scarecrow was mocking him. He was taunting him, he wanted him to come at him and try as he would to fix what he had done. But Starfire was his property, for this purpose she was brought and here he would freely offer….For a price. That price was going to echo through these halls and there was nothing that Nightwing could do about it.
He beckoned Nightwing back to him, ready for him to come at him again. He was the only thing standing between Nightwing and having his prize once again. ”Are you going to confess your fears to me?...Or shall I have her do it..” He laughed at him through the distortion of the mask. He could still hear Miss Glass's screams in the distance, someone else had her....But he had shown her how to defend herself. She'd manage until he could release Starfire.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 26, 2014 15:32:15 GMT -5
To say that VerMillion is very determined about escaping from the man who has her would be putting it very mildly. Without any pesky little fears to distract her thoughts, she can put her whole heart and soul into her cause. Of course, that doesn't change anything about how small, weak, light, and largely untrained she is - the mind can only make up so much for the failings of the body. Still, it adds a certain ferociousness to her movements - when she manages to hit his eye, she immediately tries the same blow again in hopes of a repeat, though his head has moved by then so it doesn't work. Yet though that isn't enough to get him to let go, she does feel his grip slipping a little and that encourages her to keep trying - if she actually thought that the fight was impossible then she'd have given it up.
"This. Isn't. Helping!" she insists as she continues to struggle, taking as much advantage as she can of every small slip in his grip. She does have one advantage over the vast majority of people who could find themselves in this position - most would be slightly inhibited by the fact that they wouldn't want to manage to get out of the grip in such a way as to fall onto the hard floor of the sewer, but she doesn't worry about such things. No, the only important thing to her is getting away, no matter what she has to do.
And it's that, combined with his attempts to manage to both hang onto her and get his line into position to bind her - something that is actually probably very necessary in the long term if he doesn't want her to eventually figure out a way to really hurt him with her struggles. Though in the short term, trying to do both means that she's not really fighting the whole of him, but just one arm. And while she's no match for the whole of him, she eventually finds just the right way to twist out of his grip.
Of course, since she hadn't been avoiding that outcome, she falls straight to the floor. Fortunately, it's not a bad fall at all, and it only takes her an instant before she's on her feet and running away from him as fast as she can. However, 'as fast as she can' isn't very fast at all - she's never been a very good runner. Her only hope is if she can weave her way through the tunnels enough to lose him, though that's probably impossible without a much bigger head start than she has. She has no idea how to find her way through the maze of tunnels anyway - there's a good chance she'll take a wrong turn into a dead end.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Mar 31, 2014 10:23:10 GMT -5
How long could Starfire truly avoid it? If that had even been what she did. Avoid it. There was very little weight in her body. Her eyes. Even simply her head, that mostly hung down. Just the cascading gleam of her still bright eyes, just not as bright, but bright enough to see… Catch that smile upon the scarecrows lips. Did he bite it? How in the hell was he going to know if she was lying? Was there more to what was continually getting pumped in her neck? A deep shallow breath caught in her throat. The moisture caught at her eyes. Stained gently down her cheeks. Somewhere, her heart thudded. Somewhere she rattled her golden hands as if they were rattling a cage, but nothing. No way she was getting really through or heard or simply seen. Watching the shadows. The figures. Nightwing. Starfire could almost gasp in a low voice, but it was mostly in her head. Scarecrow was savvy as ever… Then his words came sharp at her. Like a lure for a fish, only far more direct. Felt the hook and there was little way she could sway it. Top it off, as her eyes now loosely laid upon Nightwing. Before they shifted ever subtly. Searched.
"No, I can't… Nightwing… I'm sorry… Chester… John… Honeywell!"
There was the faintest struggle in her words, with her faintest attempts of refusal, but saying no and meaning it were two different things. It was like a constant pull, with all control over her own body. Over her own mind, but perhaps somewhere there was a loop hole, but she would running out of loop holes. Starfire looked to Nightwing sincerely, with the wear and tear written plain across her face. Across her body, apologising. Bit her tongue ever so slightly, paused in between as she offered Scarecrow Nightwing's real name… What was more it wasn't a lie. It had been his name… Once upon a time… Though of course, how was Scarecrow gonna know. Nightwing and Starfire would be the only ones knowing about it right now. In truth there had been a few different names. Different disguises Dick had worn, particularly back in the day when they were dating and were out in public. But Dick Grayson needed to keep his identity secret and keep up his bachelor schtick up. So it was a view times the public saw random guys leave her apartment. Usually with all the same eyes, if one looked hard enough. Of course that felt like life times ago now. Far far away from the sewers of Gotham city.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on May 6, 2014 12:21:13 GMT -5
"Can't say the same for you," Nightwing said. There was no tone of humor to his comeback.
There was no sense of entertainment for Nightwing in this fight. This was revenge. Scarecrow was going to pay for the torment he had put Starfire through. Nightwing had failed to save her through her time with the Scarecrow.
Scarecrow was cunning and knew how to cover his trail well. And it only took minor things to find where he lay. And Scarecrow had wanted this to be a game. To mess with him mentally. Tormenting and teasing him with every move that he took. Leading him one way then the next.
He had been in control the how time. And Nightwing's methods had suffered through it. Some of his ways more brutal than most times. The towns have noticed the slight change. And his allies had noticed the silence he would set for himself from the beginning to the end of a fight. If any remarks were made, there cold and cut clean or any humor to his ways.
The chatty vigilante more silenced than usual. Almost to mirror his mentor.
Scarecrow had avoided the wingdings and now had blocked his escrima attack. Nightwing was aware of Scarecrow's skills with the sickles. Though Scarecrow was not all that strong, the weapons would help to enhance his fighting through his skills.
Nightwing's eyes glanced over at Starfire only for a moment. His rage building over Scarecrow's taunting him. Commanding Starfire to tell him his name.
Nightwing came charging at Scarecrow again. This time he turned on the stock mode to his escrima sticks as he pulled out the other. The ends of them sparking blue with the electricity flowing through them. Even voltage to stun someone if help to them long enough. And he had full control of the power surge to them. And he would use it if necessary.
"You have more to fear than I do," Nightwing voice came cold in response.
He swung at him again with the right escrima, only ready to repeat for another angle with the other one.
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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 May 8, 2014 21:31:59 GMT -5
There was certainly something to be said when down in the sewers with a struggling mad woman. Little lady. Little lady, certainly wasn't without her resources. She was small. Weak, but Arsenal knew well, almost anything could happen when one was determined. This little fire cracker was determined in every struggle and fight she had, but held her. Even if she got him in the eye, it wasn't the first time. He was no superman. He was no Batman, but he had been in this game since he was 13, hell he had wanted to be a hero even before that. When she spoke, it took Arsenal's attention briefly, but she wasn't talking to him. Was she even clearly seeing him? Suppose even if in her right mind, he could come across as a little intense. Someone you want to escape, that was usually the baddies. The girls, usually came running. Oh, this certainly not the time to be joking. Pulling out his line. It was risk. If it work, it for sure would pay off, but as he struggled. Almost. Almost as be motioned to bind her with his line. The girl slipped from his one arm hanging on to her. Shooting his line back in its place, though as even as he motioned to help her. Stop her, after she fell with a thud to the floor. Leaving with splash of sewer water in his face, as Glass makes a quick dash up the darkened tunnel ahead.
Great. As Arsenal wipes the crap off his face. This was what he trying to avoid, but if she was wanted to play cat and mouse. Then so be it. Arsenal didn't exactly play animal games, but he was quite the hunter. The tracker. The marksman. Flicking the focus on his mask, he glimpse the trail and her faint darkened shadow. Picking up in a sprint. He was quite the runner and trailed behind. Almost, but not quite there. As he focused on her shadows. The sounds of her feet. Even the way she breathed. What in the world had Scarecrow done to this girl? Let alone Starfire. For the love of god, Nightwing. Don't fuck up. Arsenal could think momentarily, but he had his own red head to save. Even if she didn't feel, say or think she wanted it. Even if it was to save her from herself. Arsenal would run forever in this sewer. Sooner or later, she was gonna get tired first, but that was hardly something Arsenal had time to wait for. Who the hell even knows what kinda set up Scarecrow had down. Then again, he probably didn't have the mindset as Arsenal. Talk about booby traps… One thing that did some in handy, as Arsenal weaved around the corners behind, Glass. He knew these sewers, not so much personally, but he did study the map. He could be a nerd in that sense. One should always know where they are and where they are going. Well, least have some clue… Approaching another corner. Arsenal disappeared from his path behind, Glass… Using a swift little up and swing. Arsenal slipped into a small opening above, trailing Glass from a slightly different level. His movements were swift, that if one even heard any of the sounds, they would be faint to the ear and almost blend in with the natural sounds that happened this far down below the city. Breaking off in a more determined and quicker pace. This tracking also made for a bit of a short cut. Just when the possibilities of her running into a dead end. Arsenal dropped from up above, landing to his feet, a few spaces before the red head.
"What the hell did that freak do to you?"
Understatement, as Arsenal's voice trailed out. Such eyes that could look straight through you, as he looked straight at her. Just how much control. Though now. She could still make a run for it, but Arsenal retracted, certainly had a few little things up his sleeves.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 30, 2014 7:13:23 GMT -5
Miss Glass hadn’t been in his sight for several minutes now. It would be alright, he had trained her enough to be able to handle herself. Besides, all of these mindless vigilantes seemed to have the same code in common that they wouldn’t inflict harm upon those they believed to be what they called innocent. It was a delusional thought, but in this case it worked in his favor and he knew it would be working in hers as well. She had nothing to fear, the man she was with would not harm her, but he had every reason to fear her.
The boy that must have now perceived himself to be a man was quiet and calculated. It was a sign that the Scarecrow took so much deeper. He had finally analyzed himself and realized his true fears. These were the things that he had brought out in him. Regardless of what he may think it was the best in him. For once he was seeing his raw, true self instead of the vigilante that jumped to solve every problem in the city he could. This was what he really cared about….This was something he would kill over. This would be the one thing that would bring out the true motivations of the Nightwing.
The Scarecrow stayed loose when he pushed back from him. His weapon was still in hand, though dangling loosely in his fingers. He would never hold so tightly to something that could leave him in a moment. Everything could change and he needed to be ready and prepared for it to change. The yellow glowing lenses of his masked blinked and his head turned slightly to Starfire. He could see her suffering, her fear pouring from her body and leaving her through beautiful confessions. Luckily for Nightwing he didn’t care about the names…The act had been a ploy to provoke him…and it was working.
The Nightwing came at him again and he raised his sickle to try and hook one rod away. In the effort the other struck his side and caused him to fall to the ground. But the ground was where Dr. Crane became even more dangerous. His body felt like it was dancing on a livewire with all the twitching and contracting his muscles were doing from the shock. Using his art he rolled back and smoothly got up on his feet before he did the same sequence again to put distance between them.
The pain in his side was pulsing; surely there would be a burn there. Nightwing’s tactics always involved immobilization, but what he clearly didn’t understand was that to end this…He was going to have to deliver him into Oblivion, and that was impossible. “So… Many names…” He spoke through the glitching distortion of his mask. The hit was still affecting him and it showed with each breath between speaking. “None of you are safe….You never were safe…” He drug eyes eyes away from him to stare at the alien still drowning in her fears. It was beautiful…
“And now…None of you ever will be.” He turned his eyes back to Nightwing, the yellow glow was turning in and out with how it had been roughed up in the last few minutes.
“Kill him." He demanded Starfire.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 30, 2014 13:12:16 GMT -5
Choosing her way through the tunnels by picking which direction to take at random whenever there's more than one direction to take, VerMillion runs without looking back - instead she focuses on speed. Which she doesn't have a lot of, as proved by the fact that the sound of the vigilante chasing her is getting closer after not starting off as being too far back to begin with.
And then the sound seemingly disappears, which she doesn't notice at first, but when she does she slows to a near stop as she looks back. "Huh, where did he go?" she asks herself out loud. It takes Heather to tell her that he's possibly decided that she's not important and went off to go after Jon instead, and that idea makes her frown.
But it's proved to be an incorrect idea moments later when he suddenly drops down in front of her. Strangely, the movement doesn't seem to startle her in the least, though there's a small hint of surprise on her expression when she turns to look at him. Ah, there he is! She's not even one iota intimidated by his expression. In fact she quite easily stares right back at him without a trace of fear in her expression.
"Jon didn't do anything to me!" she replies, sounding a bit angry about that accusation. Well, yes, Jon did kidnap her and hold her against her will until she was being held with her permission, but he really has taken good care of her otherwise. Sure she's not been living in luxury down here, but it's adequate and she objects to the idea that Jon has done anything to her. If anything, Jon hasn't done enough to her.
Inexplicably, she suddenly doesn't seem inclined to run again, or to try to attack him either. Instead she stands there staring at him with her arms crossed.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Jun 17, 2014 0:57:27 GMT -5
Neither here nor there, yet somehow, she was right here. Almost like the outer body experience, only she was seeing it plain through her own eyes, least they were her own once upon a time, now. It really wasn't hers, right? There was the faintest part that almost wished she could close her eyes, but deep down in her deepest emotions she knew she had to see all. Feel all, least for now. If… No, when. When all is set and freed, she could pin this down as another thing to forget. Somehow it seemed easier to believe right now, but it was hardly the security blanket the tamaranean needed, despite inside, she did feel shaken. Cold and almost, broken from with in. Though as long as there was still life inside, her will would always be there…. As faint as it was… As her red head laid limp and mostly matted hair. Her subtle usually bright eyes looked on, in a faint trail of the reality and reality within. Filling with the tears of spattered joy and possible impending fear to come. If anything the knowledge she couldn't will herself out of this, somehow. Couldn't aid help Nightwing when she was sensually left feeling crippled in her body, feel the rattling in her chest of her inner screams. Crying out, but fearing there was only herself to hear them. As her eyes simply blinked, the false, yet true names fell from her lips. As if her single sign of hope, she could muster… The white flag that she was right here… Somewhere before him, she was here. In the deepest selflessness she wished him away and yet he was truly the only one she would wish to be here. No matter what it was, there wouldn't of been anything that would have stopped him… She knew that before, but she ultimately knew it now. As her eyes soaked him in. All of him, as much as she could will it. Causing more of the crying out and rushing of her blood back to her still heart, feeling the familiar tingle at her golden fingertips. That grazed now and scratched the filthy hardened sewer floor.
The faintest signs, as she looked and yet couldn't entirely keep her eyes set upon Nightwing. Not just because of the rather dim lit sewer, but there was the deepest need, yearning and yet the unrelenting sadness. The pain and fears that had played over so many times of…. She couldn't even contemplate saying it in her mind, as if the strand of her mind was trying to wrap around if he was actually here… Alive… For now… The still cold and rotten smell in the sewer, was just enough to her mostly in the reality. Felt Nightwing's eyes, as she had coughed up the name. With as little shake in her voice, perhaps that was just down to the inner struggle. Expected, right? Least of all Nightwing knew. Knew that she was protecting him, with her ever lasting strands left in her sanity. Where her strength was just strong enough, just not evidently stronger enough to break free. As the subtle move of her golden hands, dragged the chains and rattled upon the floor. Like that really bad rush of karma and a past life. She had been certain she had escaped and was not ever deserving of, but she found herself here. How could she have been so foolish? Her eyes dropped, but risen ever so slightly at Nightwing's voice. With just that enough assurance that she knew. She knew him deep down to know he would not leave this place without her. She knew that to be fact. Because Nightwing, he didn't stop. He didn't given in. Even if pushed back, he'd come back swinging harder. With all the odds. With all of this, he'd win this… Somehow. Someway… As her lips break through almost, with a subtle gleam of a smile. Almost as it ceases with the movement of the scarecrow dropping to the ground and his voice falling through the darkness…. Safety… In some twisted way, one could almost view her position to be the safest. Especially for Scarecrow, as Starfire could almost burn holes in his skull and almost if given the chance… Right now, she might have… As he now stares back at her, almost daring her. Reading her mind. Though rather than scarifies himself, his next words come most unexpected and yet they probably should have been the most expected, coming from him… Kill him… Kill him… Repeatedly it is in Starfire head, her face all but reads the shock as it washes over her. Hitting her in waves… Her green eyes sparked up as they moved, slowly to where the Nightwing stood perched. Her heart thudded. Rushed like crazy and almost stopped completely. Sank… Sank almost to the bottom… No. No. No. No. She felt it rush back up, her chest heaved and her eyes rushed for the answer. The escape goat. The loop hole, but she knew she just fighting the pull. The drugs driving her system. Halting it just at the brink with the strength of her will, but it would be no use. She would not be able to stop it. Already feeling it… Like a switch. As where her eyes had moved with Nightwing with brush of the emotions rattling around inside. Her eyes now stared through blankly and most heartedly, very cold. Direct. As her body where sat limb, began to regain her composure. In the most unnatural way. How was this any different to the many times they sparred? Oh, right, she hadn't killed him… He would just need to stop her. As Starfire all, but motioned towards, with the tugging and breaking of her chains.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 13, 2014 23:07:57 GMT -5
Nightwing may have been able to stun Scarecrow for now. At least send some high volts through him. That would only be the start of it. But his attention was completely captured by the Scarecrow at this point.
'Kill him' echoed through his mind as the words had been spoken. This stopped his attack...for now, on the Scarecrow.
Nightwing was about to face one of the biggest challenge he would have.
His attention turned slightly away from Scarecrow. To see Kory getting up the way she did...it pained him. All this time she had been in the Scarecrow's hands suffering because of him.
This always happened, the ones he loved would always be put in danger. And now this. He could see her wanting to fight back the chemicals. But there was nothing she could do at that time.
Nightwing would have to try and get her to remember. And even that might fail. And now his life was on the line....
That did not matter to him. He needed to save Kory. He had taken too long. And now this. This would put them to the real test.
Starfire could easily out match Nightwing in a fight because of her powers. But he knew her. And he had his training.
Nightwing was going to do all that he could to save her. Even if it meant fighting with her.
The chains would easily break under the pressure of Starfire's strength. He stood there, ready for an attack. He was not going to fight her. There was a lot he could do to stay alive. But he would not fight her to the point of just getting by. He was going to try and out smart Scarecrow on this one. Kory was stronger.
He stood there. He had pain. But it was nothing compare to what Kory ad suffered through.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Sept 26, 2014 8:20:36 GMT -5
With Arsenal's rather decent sized red boots planted in the darkened water, somewhere deep, deep down in the sewers. One could barely even hear a car… Well, barely, one was little more preoccupied. As Glass stood a couple feet before him. Arsenal's heart rate was up, but steady. He was no Flash, but he certainly could muster up the energy to chase this is little fire head further, but naturally he was still preferring the steady approach. Least for now, as though his darkened covered eyes meets her rather small, mild surprise… It was hard not to note she was relatively calm, calm in almost that slightly near creepy vibe. That Arsenal could almost put it down to drug use or in Scarecrow's case, gas use? Ironically how that sounded less of a thing, but Arsenal wasn't stupid to know insanity came in all forms. Let alone intoxication… Or infatuation. As Arsenal could almost catch that little rise in her voice, as she spoke Scarecrow's name, his first name… That rather put a rather unflattering image in his mind, but mostly it made him curious.
"Jon, thats cute... He kidnapped you and took you to the sewers… Somehow, I find that hard to believe that its nothing or imagine he isn't still calling the shots… Your scream was stella, I must admit…"
Arsenal commented, loosely. He didn't know this woman, it was hard to tell how aware she was, how much of herself she was and how much she was of herself was controlled. Influenced. Manipulated. There was certainly sign of some feelings. With the anger on her tongue and in her stare. it was almost straight from the heart. Though Arsenal could find it hard to believe all of this was remotely her choice. More pointedly that she'd choose here. Well, perhaps the monster was that captivating… Though lacking of a little care factor, given he was not here. Though suppose it would be out of the question for Arsenal to hurt her… Of course he wouldn't, but he really didn't plan to leave the sewers without at least two red heads. With weapons mostly in their places on his back and in hidden other places, needing not to be known right now. His demeanour was more relaxed as he gestured in regards to her lovely performance just moments ago. The screaming that led them straight to her. It was almost poetic, it was a trap, just not a very good one in definition. Though suppose it aided for Scarecrow to get Nightwing alone, not that Arsenal was a little bit concerned, but his attention now was the woman before him. Nightwing could handle his own or more or less, Arsenal could easily hear him scream.
"You care about, Jon? Why don't you tell me more about Jon? Assuming whatever he is planning he's wanting me to be distracted and if you stop running, I'll stop chasing you!"
Arsenal spoke out a little more care in his voice, not that he was in need of the gossip nor the details, but it was inevitable even as he spoke it, the would keep chasing her until he saved her, but running around the sewer. Half calling a truce, least for now. God only knowing how remotely stable she was, perhaps the less approach was better. It wasn't like Scarecrow had planned for his presence and surely Nightwing couldn't fuck this up. He did want to do this alone, but how remotely emotionally involved in this, it was only telling how it would affect his judgement and have him end up doing something stupid… With a belated relaxing of Arsenal's chest. He motioned a red gloved hand towards some sort of darkened edge in the sewer, not the most pleasant of seating choices, but enough to get acquainted with. After all she was not the enemy, she was still very much the victim, but in whatever role she saw it as. She was still a person and real. Of course she may not want to tell him anything, but it was open either way.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 29, 2014 20:43:48 GMT -5
The tension that had built between them was suddenly broken by the snapping of chains. The Scarecrow wasn’t going to stand between them any longer. The anxiety that he had created was now between Nightwing and his illusionary prize. He would have wanted nothing more than to stand in the midst of the horrors that the shadow of the bat was about to endure but he was smarter than that.
After what had happened at the Iceberg Lounge, The Scarecrow had seen all he needed to about the power that Starfire contained. She had practically leveled the building on her own and if he would have wanted, killed the Penguin. But he had no intention of taking his life, that would have been a waste. The penguin was useful enough in his own way and now he had learned not to take from him. The entire situation could have been avoided if he had just left his things alone.
Once the shadow had turned his attention to his false distraction he stepped out the way. The Scarecrow made his way to the ladder and climbed up to the second level to watch from above. He knew that Starfire was going to kill him, more than that, she was going to destroy him. Just having the control of her power that he did he had already been demonstrated that no mere man would be able to oppose her.
He watched her eyes as they turned, burning to his will. She would watch him die at her own hand.
It would be a waste to have the shadow killed, he would be so much more useful alive. He could be studied and treated. The Scarecrow was always looking for new patients. He waited for the scene to unfold in front of him. “Kill Him!” He shouted again, wanting her to get on with it. He wasn’t going to give Starfire any room to get any other thoughts. As far as he knew, she had never disobeyed him and he wanted to believe that she couldn’t.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jan 1, 2015 1:44:39 GMT -5
VerMillion's eyes narrow slightly in annoyance at his commentary on what she calls Jon. It's not 'cute'! It's just his name. The annoyance eases slightly as he compliments the screaming, though. "Well, that wasn't my scream, it was Heather's," she corrects, but she seems to be a little flattered, nevertheless. After all, it came out of the same body, so she could do it too, right? Perhaps even better - she's noticed that there are several things that she's better at than Heather because she's not worried about failing. Then again, there's other things that Heather is somehow better at and she has no idea why or a way to predict what without trying.
When asked if she cares about Jon, her response is immediate and completely unashamed. "Yeah. So?" she asks, almost daring him to say anything at all about how she shouldn't. She doesn't care what he thinks she should feel - not even a little bit. Though a lot of her hostility eases out of her expression when he asks her to tell him about Jon - she can't think about him too deeply without getting distracted somewhat from the intensity of that emotion. Though first she shrugs and says, "I don't know what he's planning. The only reason I ran was because you grabbed us." At the end of that statement she frowns, clearly displeased by that. That was crappy behavior - that's what that was.
Oh, but back to Jon! There's no hesitation in her steps as she takes a seat on the indicated edge, not bothered by anything that makes it less than ideal. "But Jon is an amazing guy! I mean, he's handsome and have you seen his eyes?!? And he likes us. Of course he won't admit it, but I know he does. He takes good care of us and makes sure that we have everything we need, even down here in the sewer. And he doesn't do anything to us. Well, except that he scares Heather sometimes, but she's scared of everything, and she doesn't care that he scares her so that doesn't count," she rambles, making no real effort to keep her thoughts in any particular order. Unfortunately for Arsenal, he's he very first person to have given her an opportunity to rave about Jon to, so she's much more enthusiastic about this than she would be otherwise.
"So no, Jon didn't do anything to us. We haven't done a thing that we didn't want to do," she concludes with a smile, "All he had to do was ask us nicely. I mean he pulled us out of that craptacular hole the Penguin put us in and fixed our leg - screaming was the least we could do." And yes, she's perfectly happy to freely admit just how voluntary her actions were. Not that anything she said would rule out being brainwashed, but then again it's not like there's any easy way to tell for sure whether that happened. Unless, of course, you believe that only a brainwashed person would voluntarily help the Scarecrow.
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Kory Anders - Starfire
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Feb 3, 2015 7:45:08 GMT -5
There wasn’t any of the swift or sharp movements, least not to begin with. Potentially Starfire was in ways trying to stall, but greatly failing. As she slightly struggled to her feet, she wasn’t in her perfect state, not just mentally as such, but physically… Though of course in even a slightly less weakened state, she could still be quite a force… Potentially an even more dangerous force when in the control of someone else and someone that may not know all the buttons… It really was sometimes surprising how many could mistake Starfire for being any less than what she was born and trained to be. A warrior… Suppose on earth the tales of princesses and queens played out with more happy tales and happy endings. Maybe by chance there would be a key or a way to break this spell, but surely there would be more than a kiss involved? Hmmm, not that a kiss wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world… Ah, but even now as Starfire came to her feet and stood her strong stance before the heroic Nightwing. What chances of him getting close enough without possibly losing a limb? Starfire usually adored his limbs, despite having unnatural desire to be rid of them, now? A slight play came at her brows… Was she really toying on the verge of being like… Her? X’hal, please say it ain’t so? Somewhere played in Starfire’s mind, she had vowed to never be like, her. Like her sister… Little could Starfire do with her train of thoughts, as her action now played with a very intense tamaranean. Even in the darkened underground, there still was the faint shine on her golden skin. Perhaps it did not have the radiance as when she was herself, but it was still very clear. She was made of fire. As her fingers slightly played out beside her with the tingling and glow of her star bolts… With the marks, the strain clearly on her, it shouldn’t be hard to tell she was very much a warrior and like most tamaranean warriors. Giving up was never an option.
Not that she wasn’t trying to turn this around, but the chemicals were past taken over. Along with Scarecrow, more than taking over her mind… Well, suppose she could have tested that, but here she ended up…. Hardly really was the right question. Who in the hell was Scarecrow really trying to punish right now? As Starfire with the sharp movements of her feet a few steps forward. The snapping of chains came and her eyes brightened. Just as Tamaranean could have been potentially stalling and aiming her fire. Did the voice of the Scarecrow come shouting in her ear and caused a sharp jolt up her spine. With not even much of a gaze back. Starfire broke what was left of her chains and what didn’t break on the first try, most certainly broke on the second…. Hmmm, in ways Scarecrow was more like her sister… The only vast difference being, Blackfire would have tortured than give any amount of peace… Still a twisted way of mercy… One Starfire didn’t want to give, but she had little choice… Even though she could see Nightwing and somewhere she knew him. Heck more than knew him, but the portion that was in control by the drugs, looked upon him as if she had never met him and just saw a threat that needed to be eliminated.
”Kill!”
Fell cold from her lips, pointedly. Repeating, not that there needed to be anymore signs that she was brainwashed, controlled and not herself. As sickening as that thought and realisation was. Her worst fears of being alone and being enslaved… This really was dipping her in the deep end and tossing her in with having to slay her lover. Friend. Her greatest ally. Being pitted against, this really wasn’t the first time. Upon occasion with different titans at different times. Even to Nightwing when his was corrupted by Brother Blood… So certainly there was a way out of this? One may have to think on their toes, but somehow deep down. Way down, Starfire knew Nightwing would manage. As she let out shots of her bolts free to shoot through the filthy air and in perfect direction. She was in many ways stronger than him, but Nightwing knew her powers in ways more than even Starfire knew them. He was the one that trained her to hold them back all these years. One could hope, with her set to kill him and she wasn’t in a mode to slow down. As the aggression from the heat within her body grew. Shifting her from her feet, to the air ever so slightly despite there not being a great deal of high ceilings, but she was in less thinking and more simply doing. Which was oddly how she normally did things even in her usual state of mind. She was a being made of emotions and felt, let go as they came. Now it all forced and unnatural, but powerful. As Starfire motioned to connect to Nightwing with her star bolts.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Feb 19, 2015 22:27:03 GMT -5
The words 'kill' rung through his mind. The one word he never thought he'd hear from Kory's lips. The many time he had been with her. The tone of her voice and the look upon her face.
She did not know him. It was all gone. The memory of many nights spent together. The time of battling out on missions. Scarecrow's machine to control Kory...this might just be turning into a nightmare.
One of which he might not come out a live from.
This was no time to let fear grip reality. That's exactly what Scarecrow wants to see. Other than Nightwing's lifeless body.
He wasn't going to let his mind think the worst. That's exactly how you lose the fight to begin with.
Nightwing cleared his mind of any other background noise. Even Scarecrow became nothing more than a distance noise. A nothing in the atmosphere between them. His mind was focused. Cutting like a blade to all memories of past fights and training against Kory. That was something he needed to rely on as well as his abilities.
Nightwing stood at the ready. His eyes meeting with Kory's. He could read the empty feelings towards him in her gaze. A gaze that was quite unsettling. But not enough to through him from his concentration.
It was then that she started to hover. Another challenge he would have to face. He can become airborne at any point to use to his advantage, but she could just tackle him without even trying.
This main goal was to keep this to the sewers. The destruction she could cause would be almost a match for what Superman would do in a usual Superman vs alien enemy attack would do.
It was then that the tunnel was being lit by the light of Starfire's star bolts. The first attack of many and he knew it.
It was then that Nightwing jumped off to the side to avoid them. Then to throw some smoke bombs her way to blind her sight for a moment. To buy himself time.
He used his line gun to zip line himself into the air to get over Starfire and to get behind her.
His goal to stay on the defense for now until attack directly. Then he would have to resort to defending himself on the attack. He needed to wear her down. He knew she would only have so much energy from being out of the sunlight for so long.
He just needed to keep moving and hope he didn't burn out before she did. He'd try to talk some sense into her, but right now she would have the most of her strength. He needed to play it out like a chess match. One move at a time. Play it out. Lead her in. Let her come to him.
Which he knew would happen considering she was trying to KILL him....
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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 9, 2015 4:23:56 GMT -5
In most common ways, names were just name. Something to roll off the tongue. Like Roy. Though perhaps not as heroic as Arsenal. Jon, it was almost too easy, but hey. A names, a name… Perhaps it was the fact it was so human and yet he seemed so out of touch with humanity. Thats not to say Arsenal knew him or knew him well. Arsenal after all hadn’t been living with him in the sewers. Not just Heather, but Kory as well. Red heads? Perhaps that was asking to deeply, but Arsenal was curious to see how deeply the control Scarecrow had over Heather or perhaps lack of. Feet away, he saw her eyes narrow. Annoyance in her look. Her mind was working in some way, as her annoyance subsided, slightly… Correcting him... Arsenal nodded firstly in initial response, whilst the words actually set in and realised what she had just said… Ok… What? As Arsenal became a little puzzled at what she had said, but perhaps hadn’t entirely shown in his outer expressions. Subtly, maybe. Not hers, but Heathers. Perhaps she wasn’t entirely in her right mind or in her mind at all…
”If that was Heather… May I ask? Who are you?“
Calmly, Arsenal spoke and curiously asked. As he was wrapping his mind around what Heather or who ever she was, said. Feeling like he was quickly sucked into a scene from Men in Black. Though it probably should be less surprising. He had been faced with a lot weirder things as a hero… This sure. This was almost, normal… Though still quite the curve ball… Suppose he did come into this a little more blinded, yet he had gone into things a lot blinder and well he was still alive. Even better mostly intact. Scars were minimal. With the petite red head before him, he was sure he was… Mostly safe. He can handle this… Who exactly? He wasn’t entirely sure. She seemed alert enough. No marks other than perhaps a bit of dirt from the sewers, but in a place like this. That was bound to happen. Noting as she response. Her body language. A tad bit apprehensive perhaps in Arsenal’s intentions by his questions, but seemed to ease by the distraction. Least distracted from running anymore and keeping her away from Scarecrow. Arsenal, still couldn’t be sure she wasn’t under his control and he rather didn’t want to find out. Of course, keeping Heather or whoever she was, safe. He was still suppose to save her, but love… Hmmm, that he might not be able to do… His own body language was relaxed. His bow by his side, was soon put in his quiver, as she spoke on. Why she ran… With curious look as she mentioned she didn’t know what Scarecrow was planning, Arsenal believed her. Sharing plans, would be a risk, he was sure Scarecrow was smarter than that. Less people that knew, the less chances they’ll screw them up… Well, so Arsenal could imagine… Noting also the clear displeased expression and tone as Heather or her other half, who ever it was, mentioned when Roy grabbed them… He scratched the back of his head slightly, that was his signature move, wait one of… Sure one of, one of many he also made up along the way… This was usually not the complaint, but suppose she wasn’t as in need of saving. Yet, he wasn’t leaving until he knew she was safe and there was less chance he was convinced simply because she loved Scarecrow or believed she did. Sure he’d understand, though it still kinda gave him the Manson girl creeps.
”I apologise for that. I honestly was just trying to save you and my friend… Though I suppose, you didn’t need saving, as much as I maybe thought! You wouldn’t of happened to see my friend? She also has red hair and is quite tall! ”
Sincerely Arsenal responded, apologising for freaking her out and grabbing her. Whilst being up front he was trying to save her and pretty much had that in mind. Or take her in depending on how many curve balls were gonna come out of this, but she had been taken for all he knew… Again, he really had tail jump this near the end, that he didn’t know all the details if one was to know, but enough. Hopefully he could at least get to relax. Remain calm and even gain her trust… Had he needn’t to jump in and snatch her again he would. It was sort of that gamble, if she truly was in harm there could be that second or second to late. Now, now they were deep in the sewer. He could barely even hear anything in regard to Nightwing or Scarecrow.. Maybe a faint echo… Arsenal stepped forward slightly in a friendly manner and gesture, before asking. In slight casual tone, yet curious in asking about his friend. See if she knew anything in that regard or if that was part of the plans she just didn’t know, but seriously on the outside didn’t look good that Scarecrow had taken two capture… Pattern? Who knew if he even had such patterns? Arsenal had honestly imagined Scarecrow didn’t have much of a caring level, if any…. Although perhaps, one… As Arsenal was certainly perking interest at the sounds of what Heather or other side had to say about him. Taking the seat somewhere in the sewer. It wasn’t ideal, but it was hopefully going somewhere. Suppose he shouldn’t be completely surprised that she sounded very much young and captivated by Scarecrow. The allure of darkness as they say… Suppose he could somewhat relate… He sure had an attract with an assassin lady once or twice, although she didn’t exactly hold back in trying to kick his ass… Handsome! As Arsenal tried to imagine that and Scarecrow. He hardly knew much of the dude under it. So mostly he kept seeing a man with a potato sack over his head… Surely that would normally mean the opposite? Eyes? Arsenal half smiled at her response. Rambling and very much near free falling before his eyes.
”I haven’t really seen much of Jon, I usually try to avoid looking him in the eyes… Somehow I think he wouldn’t be as nice to me as he is to you, but I can’t really blame him there… I’ll take your word on that they are dreamy… Don’t tell me, he’s shy? I… Well, suppose it happens… So he takes care of you and Heather? That certainly sounds lovely and nice of him. Though, really a sewer…? Wouldn’t you, or I suppose Heather want to go home? Or somewhere safe above ground? “"
Suppose Arsenal was full of sincerity tonight, as he was trying to imagine Jon. The Dr Dreamy of Dreamy, that was possibly running through her brain and functions. It was kinda hard, but sure not impossible. Sometimes Evil doesn’t exactly stand out, well least not until the potato sack part, but sure. He’d take her word on that, generally as a rule of thumb the lady is always right and Scarecrow really wasn’t Arsenal’s type, but he knew infatuation. The feelings of attraction. The feelings of love. He had a couple, though one he probably could put down as true. Easy. Of course it was never fucking easy or straight forward and suppose you don’t exactly choose it. It weaved itself in, sometimes it could feel almost like a sickness… You just needed that love or someone like a drug… Well, not that Arsenal ever took drugs… But hey… For all that Arsenal could see, there was no needles. Though there were plenty of ways to influence, but perhaps even so this could have been less of the intentions of the Scarecrow… Somehow, Arsenal couldn’t imagine him going out of his way for a girl or really anyone. More like the rest of the scarecrows. Alone in a corn field, with the minor threat of small children to dance around him or was it birds he was scared off? Either way, Arsenal was sure he could find a stick and put him back in his place… Arsenal listens as Heather and her second half conclude… Putting across the point that she or who ever she was, wasn’t being forced. She had done everything willingly? By choice?
”He saved you…! So you are helping him? And you don’t even know what you are helping him with? I’d have to wonder if he really does care if he’s willing to risk dragging you down with him…! He may have saved you, but you do not owe him your life? You do realise that is what you’d be risking by helping him? “"
Sure there was some remark in Arsenal’s response to Scarecrow or Jon saving her. Sure. Saving a life was always the right thing to do.. Least from what Arsenal took from her words, it was less she was bound to owe him one, but she chose help him… If that truly was what she was doing. As he asked… Though, she didn’t know what Scarecrow was planning… At all? Really, she was helping him without really knowing why? Perhaps she didn’t care too… Whether Scarecrow had planned it this way, he sure ended up benefitting from her helping. Thats not to say Arsenal was totally ringing the he was using kinda bell, but it did seem a realistic thought. Maybe even create a scape goat… Or maybe he did care about her, just really crappy way showing it or she was incredibly stubborn that he just sid yes to her helping… As Arsenal voiced his thoughts without possibly saying too much to upset her or anger her. Especially if she truly had such feelings towards Jon. Her loyalty would be far greater for him than anything for Arsenal, but making a point to question if she knew risks. Really knew the risks in helping Scarecrow, if she even knew that was who she was helping and not just Jon… A villain, a criminal. Not just risking death, but depending on how much she helping, she could end up having to follow him to Arkham… Then again he apparently wasn’t just talking to Heather.
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