Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 5, 2015 14:35:48 GMT -5
“Stop Stalling.. Do it now.” The distortion echoed through the sewer in a barely translatable manner. He saw the bright green build from her hands pointed in Nightwing’s direction, he was finally going to get the satisfaction of disposing of him. He was an unfortunate casualty he would have rather kept alive, but the boy didn’t know when to stop. “Because of your arrogance, now all you false care for will suffer.” He reminded the bird as he readied himself for the terror the Scarecrow had unleashed upon him.
There would be nothing that could save him this time. He looked back down the opposite sewer tunnel for only a moment before his eyes fixated on the scene again. He couldn’t leave here to go get her and he was certain she would be fine on her own regardless. It was Arsenal that was going to have to deal with the confusion of saving that which cannot be saved.
It was the same pestilence they all shared. A false belief that what they were doing was right or just. The truth was there was no such thing as their truth or justice. It was only what they envisioned to protect themselves from their greatest fears. His glowing orbs from the mask darted up as Nightwing zipped across the sewer. He scaled the top of the grate above, trying to get to the other side closer to him. He wasn’t going to let the boy out of his site. He was going to see him dealt with.
The consistent movement was making it difficult for him to follow without getting down there. The Scarecrow tightened his grip on the bars and scratched his needled hand against the metal. “Don’t delay the inevitable, there is nothing you can do.” He taunted the bird as it hopped around like a sparrow trying to avoid a hawk. “Everything you thought you had with her was just an excuse…a Lie you both played with to convince yourselves there was something more.” He bent over the bars to mock him further. The serum itself was just more proof that his theories were correct.
They were fools to deny it. The Vigilant should accept his fate.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 8, 2015 22:47:08 GMT -5
"I'm VerMillion," she replies easily, figuring that's enough of an introduction. She's definitely wrong about that, though - never mind the fact that there are two of them in her head is confusing enough to people, but the name she chose for herself doesn't help. VerMillion is the name that Heather called herself when she was a radio show host (because it's way more interesting and memorable than plain, old 'Heather') so all the news media things about how she was missing probably explained that. But Heather certainly didn't have more than one person in her head back then, so if you believe that VerMillion and Heather refer to the same girl you're likely to get yourself lost trying to figure out that the name now refers to a different person in the same person.
When asked about another redhead, she's quick to shake her head. Though after a moment she adds, "But there's a place in the hideout that Jon told us not to go. Sometimes there've been weird noises..." But she shrugs, not looking at all concerned about it. Heather may have questioned the orders and the sounds, but VerMillion didn't and neither of them disobeyed so they never did find out what was going on there.
As he talks about why he's not noticed Jon's eyes at all, she looks somewhat amused. Though her expression quickly shifts into a frown when she's asked if he's shy. "I guess you could call it that..." she says, sounding rather put out about it. Though her mood brightens a lot and she nods in affirmation that he does, indeed, take care of them. Yet she does make a face when he brings up the location. "Well, the sewer wasn't our idea. But we'd rather be with Jon than anywhere else. And if the cops found us they'd probably put us in the asylum - I mean, there's two people in here now - that's not normal," she says, pointing to her head. Something that she's apparently perfectly willing to just say flat out like it doesn't mean that much to her. It's the idea of the asylum that she doesn't like, not the fact that she actually probably does belong there.
Though many would find his next series of questions rather confrontational, she doesn't seem to be very much bothered by them at all. "Does it matter what it is?" she says, answering the first two with a question of her own. It certainly doesn't matter to her what he's working on, and it's not like she could stop him or anything anyways. "And if he doesn't drag me wherever he's going, then we wouldn't be together and I wouldn't like that," she adds, frowning slightly at the mere thought. Perhaps living in the sewers is a way that she's been dragged down, but it's either that or not being with Jon - and she'd take this over not being with Jon any day of the week.
Though when he mentions it being a threat to her life, she actually looks puzzled, "Oh, well, Jon protects us from anything really dangerous. I've never felt like I was going to die, anyway. Heather has a couple of times, but she freaks out over everything." Giving a dismissive roll of her eyes, that's all the thought that she cares to give to that concern. Which is only to be expected from someone who can't feel fear, really.
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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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~ Relationship Status: Dating
~ Partner: Dick Grayson
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Jun 9, 2015 9:36:00 GMT -5
Standing where Starfire stood now. Before Nightwing. With the words that had just spilled from her lips as if they weren’t even hers anymore. Didn’t belong to her. If she was fully aware and perhaps somewhere deep down she was. Watching. Witnessing all the terrible things that this psycho had made her do. She had blood on her hands and soon. If he had his wish, there be more. As her green eyes balanced on the covered blue, as if she didn’t see the glimmer she had once seen. Like a sea she could often get swept away with. No, but his eyes embedded the emotion her words. Her actions were speaking now… As if he was alien to her now. Her memory wiped. Her thoughts locked down deep if they were even there and nothing. If very little emoted to the surface that was hers by choice. She was the steal plate, Scarecrow had captured and moulded. Of course, it was all thanks to the serum pumping through her veins. Pushing her real self. her mind back. Far, far down into a world of nightmares. Loops. No peace. Like a locked door, one Kory had tried to budge, but with little hope. Only to fall further back. Somewhere there had to be a key, it just wasn’t in her reach, but Nightwing was.
The black and blue target. That was all that really. Truly registered on the surface. At least initially. She was still at the base of her mechanics, Tamaranean. So though she may not be fully aware of her own emotions or in control of them, it didn’t mean she’d be completely dumb to feel any. All, emotions Nightwing may or may not give off. Being partially an adopted son of the Batman, could suggest he may keep some of his emotions tucked into his wellington boots. There was obvious familiarity as Nightwing reacted to her motions. Like a dance many times repeated. As her feet had left the ground. With her power taking control of her space. Eyes glowed as her first initial star bolt were released, just as her head nodded at Scarecrows words. No staling now. Aimed in Nightwing’s general direction. Dodging them, one by a good mile, but one almost skimmed. Luck? Maybe. He knew her powers. Her strength. He may not be gifted as she was in abilities, but it was definitely an advantage that he knew them. Knew her, inside and out… Where as unlike him, he was lost somewhere in her mind. Perhaps a part of her unknowingly was also hesitant, but one couldn’t truly know. As the temperature began to rise. Bubbling just below her skin, causing the orange tinge to glow. Furious that she was missing her mark. Frustrated as smoke bombs exploded before her. The fumes did not choke her airless pipes, but it did smoke out her eyesight a little bit. Her senses were after all a little different to a human, but it obviously was enough to get Starfire into the position that Nightwing wanted her to be. Catching her off guard, which oddly wouldn’t be entirely the first time, but potentially evenly played. Blindsided temporarily, perhaps he was planning her to walk into a trap. Was he expecting another star bolt after star bolt? Because that of course wasn’t the only thing in her arsenal. As Starfire motioned. With the slight shake of her head, potentially more effected given the state she was in, wasn’t entirely 100%, but she wasn’t completely unaware. Even if she was completely out of her mind. She knew he was behind her. Somehow not even just by her tamaranean instinct, but something more she was ignoring.
”You’re hesitating?”
Starfire stated more than questioned, more curious why, with the slight spit fire of her tongue, that somehow just didn’t have the same layered warmth as it used too. The emotions that came were not her own and a subtle reminder she could still pick up emotions of others. Perhaps she wasn’t so blinded she couldn’t read his moves. With her next move, she did not strike with her star bolt. Rather she took a swift motion with her feet just barely gracing the sewer floor. Spinning to aim a right kick, potentially somewhere in the higher regions above his chest. As her feet then planted to the ground and swiftly with her left leg. Starfire aimed for a low kick to Nightwing’s right leg. Her speed was no Flash, so there was perhaps a little room for Nightwing to dodge, but if he was unsuccessful then her kicks… Followed by her knee, as Starfire aimed her hands at his head to drive a knee, well then he would more than likely feel them. She wasn’t after a light weight. Beautiful as she was, she could also be very destructive. Brutal. Her hands as they once did, did not come with warmth, but with fire. Of course it might also be a flash at the small traces of martial art moves, Starfire made, that Nightwing more than likely taught her, given there was never on Tamaran. It was a sign, that perhaps not everything was as lost as it appeared. Of course it also showed she had a lot of range. After all she didn’t always have her star bolts. They were forced upon her, but in turn they did become the gift that saved her from her bonds. Starfire in her next step motioned her hands at Nightwing, if she could mange to grab him with the force she emitted and throw him potentially back across the room, from the direction he had come. He wouldn’t exactly be heavy. She aimed a star bolt from either hand, skimming them across what space there would be from her sides.
”Don’t tell me, you’re going soft on me?”
Starfire somewhat teased, darkly. As if all she registered was a fight she needed to win and with her training with the warlords, had taught her anything. Is that you never give up. A human would be easy, no? Her feet still grounded, she motioned forwards at a simpler pace. Her orange fingers stretched out beside her and flexed. Her mind played little at what Scarecrow spoke, mostly it seemed directed at Nightwing. So it mostly played out as an echo for her, as her focus was squared on the target. Her eyes glowed. Her walk though held strength. Aggression. There was also a very slight pain in her walk. Her orange skin glowed, but it was still tarnished with bruises. Dirt. Shallow cuts. Her red hair that cascaded down like liquid fire, burnt and flickered, but it was messed. Out of place. Just as she was, even unknowingly. There was the briefest moment though as she motioned towards hims. A pang came at her chest, perhaps with what she had done. What she was going to do? Her attempts to stop herself? As her eyes flashed over him and for a moment. Her eyes flashed almost with recognition. That somehow she knew the finer details of his face, right through his mask… With over four years behind them, could it really be so easily to stay buried? Forgotten. As the shell of Starfire shook her head ever so slightly, before making her approaching moves. Unknowingly to the man she loved.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
Registered On: Nov 13, 2010 18:14:54 GMT -5 ~
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~ Partner: Kory Anders
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jul 8, 2015 23:53:21 GMT -5
Kory was quick and had brute strength. The other trouble Nightwing would run into fighting against Starfire was her ability to fly and her star bolts. He had work with her for years. Day in day out, on the field and in the training arena many times. He knew her strengths. He had pushed her to use more force behind her powers when she had fought against him.
A true fight wasn't a fight until one let go of the ability to hold back.
This was beyond the training arena. Starfire wasn't herself. She was being controlled by the Scarecrow. This was instinct kicking in on survival mode. More like hunting.
Starfire hadn't given him a chance. She came at him with the thrust for blood. The first kick, Nightwing jump back out of range of her. Right away, he went into a back hand spring to avoid her from taking out his right legs.
Nightwing blocked her arms by grabbing hold of one, pulling her one way and himself out and off to her side to get away from a head and knee combination. He saw that one coming. She wasn't as subtle as he was with his own attacks. Though the last move she had managed to grab a hold of him and toss him some ways away from her.
Recovering he let himself roll on the first contact with the ground before he pushed off to again control of the momentum used against him. Catching himself before he would hit into a wall.
"That's were you're wrong Scarecrow. There's plenty I can do," Nightwing retorted to the man shouting out trying to bring doubt to his mind.
It wasn't going to work. Dick knew Kory. This wasn't her actions. These were Scarecrow's demands being carried out through Starfire as if she was his puppet.
Yet this was the woman he loved, and she was trying to kill him. He'd do everything he could to keep her unharmed. Though he might die in the process. He need to wear her out before he was wore out first. And at this speed, Starfire would get the upper hand if she kept trying to slam him into walls.
"No, I haven't. Think of it as defensive and evasion training," Nightwing replied coolly.
Though out this, he was remaining calm. And now he waited for her next attack. If he ran head first into this, he might very well be headed towards a hospital or worse if he didn't think out all his moves before hand. Always looking, checking out his environment. Always play to your strengths as well as using the environment you were in.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Registered On: Sept 28, 2013 4:55:31 GMT -5 ~
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Jul 14, 2015 9:09:59 GMT -5
Sitting around down in a sewer, as filthy as it was, was part of the job. Arsenal could appear rather comfortable, because he’s been in a similar place. Situation. Perhaps not this seemingly casual, but the slight out of her mind kind of character. Arsenal had sat with some so called crazies before, he couldn’t say she was peaking high on that list, he had just met her… Though different, was certainly a word. Which ever it was, it didn’t weigh out any level in which he hoped he could help. If he could. Even if in partial it was a mere sit in for her, but Arsenal knew he’d have to play this one down to ear. Whether entirely literally or figuratively, as at upon asking who exactly he was speaking to, if not Heather. He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected, but Vermillion hadn’t been on his tongue. His brows played slightly to the confusing. Now, he wasn’t a local in this city. He wasn’t say in tune with the radio, but naturally he did a digging before jumping into this thing. From what he knew, this had been Heather’s name or radio name. This seemed in ways either a weird coupling or fitting coupling, to take the same name, or was she simply Heather, just a version for Scarecrow to play with. Then again, maybe Arsenal was jumping.
”Vermillion…? So, you not only share the same body, but also a name! Why that name, may I ask?“
Quizzically Arsenal’s masked eyes looked to Heather, though seeing she was far more lost than simply in body. More stated, then questioned as he was summing it in his head. Not that Arsenal was sure he’d get a scope of all this, but he was starting to get a grasp on it. He was appearing invested in who he was actually speaking to and who he was still trying to save. Generally interested why this ‘other’ person had picked this name. Was because of Heather or was it perhaps of the red colour. Which, seemed a naturally reason. It was a superior colour, not that Arsenal would totally need to sell it anymore than he had, but hey. He did stand out like a red thumb. Even in the midst of the filthy sewers. Seriously, who lives down here? A slight nod came to his head in response to Vermillion’s shake of hers, regarding his friend. His former team partner Starfire. It was a little baffling that she had been caught and that this could be the level in which this crazy man could take. It needn’t to end and end now… Arsenal’s eyes drifted off only so slightly in such thoughts, before he peaked his attention again as Vermillion added more to her assumed connection to his friend, being down her.
”What kind of noises? Do you happen to remember in which direction they were or where the place is?"
With a gentle raised curiosity as he asked, as his eyes and the slight turn of his head moved off. Wondering if the noises that were heard now in the distance were telling. With the many tunnels and the echoes, many bounced off the walls. There was no real pin fall and given how long these tunnels could be, they could be endless. Nightwing had to be on this, Arsenal still need to be on the alert and awareness. It was always different you had to save a friend. When it was perhaps a little more personal, not that Scarecrow probably knew Arsenal on that level. Even the arrow family, but he was going to know one of them now. If nothing, Arsenal was going to know more about, Jon. It was a little bit like having a sit down on a springer show and his name, it felt so passé. Least for Scarecrow. At the response of him being shy. Arsenal was sure that was putting it lightly, though he nod with gesture of understanding. Not that he dealt with Scarecrow personally, but love seemed not part of his shtick. With the shear devotion this young woman clearly had, how couldn’t you questions Scarecrow’s motives. Maybe on some weird level he did have genuine feelings, but somehow it all still came a cross a little Charles Manson. Not just Vermillion around his finger, but Starfire. That was perhaps a slightly more dangerous combination. He’d already half turned Gotham up side down with the tamaranean by his side… As Arsenal’s eyes watched the girl before him, her eyes and expressions light up. She was perhaps more within Scarecrow’s palm, than in his heart, if he even had one left. Listening as Vermillion spoke, she was somewhat clued in, but also not very rational of how this picture is going to go.
”I hate to break it to you, love… It isn’t a matter of if, but a matter of when Scarecrow is caught. When that happens, you will most likely never see him again… No, its not normal, you are sick, but you are also a victim. From what I understand this was done to Heather and not Heather’s choice… If you are put in the asylum, it would be to help you not harm you, but you wouldn’t be with Jon. However I do have connections with the government. That could lend better options. Even a better shot at seeing Jon again, when he is locked up."
There was no hesitation in the confidence in Arsenal’s voice and it was clear what little hope he put in saying ‘most’ likely not seeing Jon again, Arsenal was clearly leaning more towards the never part of that option. Even if Nightwing and he failed at this mission. There would be another, but it didn’t matter, because they weren’t going to fail. Part of him was wary how Vermillion would react to this news, but Arsenal was permitting her his honesty. Least that would go somewhere, without her freaking out and scratching his eyes out, but he could take that. Perhaps painting more of the picture of what it could be. Whilst potentially offering help he could make that a little better for her. He did have connections, not that it was public knowledge exactly what Arsenal had done with the government, it was mostly undercover for a reason. So that wasn’t a lie. Offering such help, may or may not be a stretch, but Vermillion needn’t know that. With his tone and assurance she need only take with as much assurance, honesty as she liked. Wanting to help her, was certainly true. He couldn’t believe she was anything less than a victim. If she had become more than a pawn, a partnes to Scarecrow, it just felt like it all still stemmed from the fact Scarecrow kidnapped her. Did whatever the hell he did to her, that led her down this path. Scarecrow maybe a crazy heartless sociopath, but he knew how a mind worked. He knew how to break one. Why would it be a stretch to think he could go to endless lengths of control. Even if somehow her feelings were somewhat based on genuine passing infatuations, to have a crush on someone that was bad wasn’t new nor entirely crazy. It was often very human to be attracted to darkness and to think we can somehow over come it. Even Arsenal could be guilty at fallen into a little danger, even if he knew they were bad for him. The heart could be a brutal thing and easily pulled, if your head is a little out of place. Arsenal had a little ADHD, not that it was much the same as Heather/Vermillion illness, but knew what it was like to played by it. Even saying far more than, when he really should be holding back, even give him the spur to ask somewhat confrontational things, that clearly happens far too many times, but he’d never claim to be perfect.
”It should, if it leads down a dangerous path. It will no doubt lead to indefinite separation no less. If you simply wanted to be with him, why not suggest an island off florida? Least you’d have somewhat of a view and food… I couldn’t imagine there’s much of even a kitchen down here!“
It was a little shocking as Arsenal responded to Vermillion questioned if it mattered what Scarecrow was doing and getting her to do. Suppose given her state of mind or minds, it was less shocking. More sad, that her devotion over Scarecrow included her own well being. Not that Arsenal needed anymore clues this was an unhealthy amount of love, especially if it was mostly one sided. Could she have such little self respect and silence any need. Desire, just for Scarecrow’s. Wanting to remain with him, without realising that in not knowing the things they were doing, was highly risking her be separated from him, for a very extended time, not that Arsenal hadn’t exactly said that already. In bringing up the surroundings again, as his eyes darted around, the darkened sewer. It was no way to live. Heather… Vermillion just accepted it. For a thing, that didn’t even show much affection if really any. Arsenal was usually one to hold off on pity, but it was almost impossible not to pity her.
”He is shelter… I suppose, I can understand that… Anytime I have had it, it has generally been pulled from underneath me… I don’t just mean death, but your life as whole. Or I suppose Heather’s life, the one she had before all this. Surely she had dreams. Goals she wanted to achieve. Even the ability to make choices. Even your own, your risking far more than just death, in sacrificing all that and for what? A few passing glances in a sewer? Forgive me, if I cannot see the justification!"
Putting it down to some basic needs, Arsenal got it. He could understand, the comforting feeling. The protection as Vermillion saw it from Scarecrow and maybe it was in some twisted way, but it wasn’t twisted in Vermillion seeing, taking it that way. Not that Arsenal was much for heart to heart, but he from his loss of his parents by the age of 2, then the loss of his guardian when he hadn’t even really hit puberty and then of course finding an adopted father in Oliver, only to be tossed out. How Titans had ended… Well, perhaps he could somewhat admit that something missing. That something longing at times, but of course mostly just accepting the fact he only really had himself in the end. Suppose he couldn’t quite imagine ever latching on as strongly as she had, but he also knew that hadn’t exactly been the truth with the ladies he had been with in his life. Some stronger than others, literally. Not that he was opening up greatly, he was still a persona, but clearly one that was still very much bedded in being very much in touch with his humidity. He couldn’t sit here and feeling it is ok to lessen yourself. To the point where you are a shell and for what to please someone else. To simply be with him, how you really with them, when yourself are not whole. Not that Arsenal was sitting here with a great ray was judgement. He couldn’t when he had made his own mistakes, people were gonna do what they did for varies reasons, even more so when they were sick or in control of someone else. Arsenal simply could shake the pity, as his eyes turned from Vermillion. Couldn’t help sway the illy feeling in his gut, there was no way he could justify what Scarecrow did was out of Vermillion’s or Heather’s best interest
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