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Post by vivi on Nov 26, 2011 18:36:51 GMT -5
Delia chuckled, looking at her twin with gleaming eyes. She wanted to do something fun - well, more fun at least- that would catch the attention of their hero, their role model. The one, and only, Joker. But how would they do that without catching the bats attention. Well, the girls had managed to steal a small vial of Joker Venom when they were in their own time and were happy that they had. Delia had already made the venom gaseous and put it in a grenade. She just didn't know what she was going to do with it... and when.
Deidre caught the look in her twins eye and returned is with a smile. Dee Dee Two just knew, always knew, what her twin was thinking. She wanted the same, wanted to have fun and finally meet her hero.
"Delia, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Definitely, Deidre."
The twins were in their traditional costumes, but off course. They never left 'home' without them. They also had their usual bag of tricks but the twins had something on them that they didn't usually have... something that wasn't even invented in this time. Laser whips. They were some of the most useful weapons out there. And they just loved the feel of them in their hands.
A malicious smile crossed their lips as they did a dazzling array of flips til they reached the top of one of the apartment buildings. They didn't want to spoil the grenade just yet so instead they went from building to building, stopping and raiding rooms every so often. There weren't any deaths... technically. One person had tried to stop them and accidentally fell out a window.
The Deed's just chuckled as they went on their way, finally stopping on top of a rather tall building. The girls rested, looking at each other and laughing. Their trick bags were now also filled with pretties. They would have a bit of fun before they would release the fireworks.
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Post by fearmasters on Dec 2, 2011 21:02:07 GMT -5
A proper horror movie never revealed the villain immediately. No, instead it showed a weapon, or a sign that he was there. The victim never saw the killer. Of course, the killer would start with someone who seemed important. It made the audience feel as if nothing was sacred anymore. So, Ghoul was stuck with a decision. Would he use his new fear gas on the room as a whole, or pick them off separately? For a moment, Ghoul considered the different strategies of horror films. He could go with the slasher approach, but that just wasn't his style. He was more a Freddy Krueger kind of guy.
Besides, everyone knew that Freddy Krueger was much more schway than Jason Voorhees.
After slipping on a gas mask, Ghoul pulled out a fear gas grenade and tossed it into the crowd. As the brown colored gas seeped through the room, the people began flailing about, screaming about spiders and clowns or whatever they were afraid of. Best part was that Ghoul could slip around and take people's money as they screamed. As soon as the gas dispersed and everyone was completely unconscious, Ghoul saw something in the building's skylight. Two somethings, actually. The two somethings, or someones, he'd come here to find. Only thing was, he had no way to get up there.
Ghoul figured that he could break the skylight to get their attention. He reached into his plastic Halloween pumpkin and pulled out a laser beam. He blasted it up at the skylight, shattering it immediately. A satisfied smile came over his face. At least the only "future" technology he had left still worked.
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Post by vivi on Dec 3, 2011 1:48:36 GMT -5
Delia made her way over to the edge of the building, over looking part of the city. Deidre herself had found it rather comfortable just sitting on the wall on the edge. Her back was towards the open space behind her. "How do we even know that J would even should up."
[/b] "Deidre, if we use his gas, he'll should up. The guy is an egotistical master mind. If someone else is trying to take his punchline, he's going to look. Trust me!"[/b] Delia said, sighing. To be honest, Delia was just making stuff up to say. Being the older of the two, by mere seconds, she always thought that it was apart of her job to act more responsible. At least at the important moments. Delia was just as fun loving and playful (not to mention as sadistically evil) as her twin though there were those times in which she just felt... well, compelled to act a certain way for Deidre. Besides, ever since they got to this century, time period... whatever you would call it, Delia had been taking charge, acting as if he were the leader. Deidre just as on the edge after that, a little bit quietly, wondering if she would ever be able to get back to her own time again. She missed Ghoul and Woof and J-Man and, well... all of her Jokerz. Though she missed Ghoul the most, all the others came to mind, too. All of her friends, all of them. All of them were gone, disappeared, never to return about. The second she saw the light suddenly shatter and break, Delia turned around to eye it suspiciasly. Deidre, however, stood up and looked out over the city. Scanning the real, thought giving. Curious and on alert, Deidre turned around and started to look around. Low and behold, her eyes landed on the lanky and tall for, of one of her closest freinds. "Delia, you have to turn around.[/b] "Why?"[/b] asked Delia, turning around and looking at ... Ghoul? How the hell did he get here? Oh it didn;t matter. Deidre, with a delighted smile, waved before she decides that she is going to just have to go over there with him. They each had the grappling hook they stole when they first got to this time and used it to get to Ghouls level. Delia landed on his right while Deidre on his left. Deidre was the first to speak of course. "Oh my god! Ghoul! You're... alive! And... and in the past with us? What happened? is every thing in our time good and whatnot?"[/b] question after question poured out. Delia just sighed, smiling softly to herself. "How did you get here, anyway?"[/b] Delia asked. Now that was the real question. [/color][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by fearmasters on Dec 4, 2011 16:44:57 GMT -5
Thankfully the Dee Dee twins caught sight of Ghoul soon. It was kind of hard to not notice the shattering sky light and brief flash of a laser. After carefully placing the laser back into his pumpkin Ghoul waved back. He watched as the two used grappling hooks to get down to the level of the party. "Hey." He said, removing the gas mask from his face. What was this about him being alive? Did they think he was dead or something? Why would he be dead?
"I don't know how stuff is in normal time. I spent most of my time after you were taken here working on this." Ghoul held up a time machine, which appeared to be broken. "As soon as I got here it just stopped working. I don't know what happened." The truth was that Ghoul had used what even he considered to be a prototype. It should have worked for at least two tries, but apparently not.
A moaning sound came from one of the fear gas victims. Ghoul nudged the man with his foot before straight up kicking him in the face. That was enough to knock the man out. "I used this." Ghoul held up the broken time machine again. "To get here. Only thing is the slagging thing won't work now..."
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Post by deadlock on Dec 4, 2011 22:25:09 GMT -5
They had to pick 99th street. They just... had to. The Kings Heights apartments had been 99th street territory since there WAS a 99 Kings. They were no more... but that didn't change the facts. The old apartment complex belonged to one Edyth Lostetter along with the junkyard across the street. It wasn't much of a secret identity: Uncle Sam knew the score, she was sure of it, and she really didn't give a damn. Uncle Sam had also tried really hard to blow Gotham half to hell not too long ago, and look at the place now! Destruction: Fail. She wasn't what you might call worried. She had friends in the cap and badge crowd of Gotham - she'd gotten a pardon and everything for everything they could remember to pardon her for... she was warned that she still had a big-ass file and it wasn't all official... but she was a hero in the Mayor's eyes, and that counted for something.
Edyth, Eddie, was having a bad day. No, she was going spare. She was going absolutely monkey-shit. Around here, in a poorer part of town, people didn't call the GCPD - Hell no. It'd take them ten minutes to maybe arrive. Around here, they called a private number. One theft, then another, then another, one 'accidental' fall from a window to go SMEK into the pavement below, and the lobby, flooded with some sort of... toxin? Eddie knew about Dr. Crane. Oh, didn't she just... and the descriptions of the girls... flunkies of the Joker? Were Dr. Crane and the Joker working together to hit what they perceived as a new weakness on 99th Street? They'd held off the Joker and the Superasses, that is, the badass class of supercriminal with a stick before the Z War... but now? Eddie was the only one left.
Scratch that. Deadlock was the only one left. On a scale of zero to kicking ass, Eddie was already on one side of the door in the fire escape, catching her breath. Deadlock's transponder clicked under her finger as she pulled its trigger.
"Deadlock... Its showtime!" she said in not-quite a whisper, drew her pistol, and put away the transponder at her hip, then kicked out the door with a thunderous CRASH, stepping into the daylight as she gave her saturate-aluminum alloy ballbat a couple twirls, its black metal glinting as her pistol leveled at the twins and their little funtime friend.
"Gooooood Evening!" the blue-haired girl chimed in tones that it wasn't going to be so good when she was done. She was maybe the twins' and Ghoul's ages, her features thin and perhaps a shade unhealthy, sharp from street life, her mohawk having long ago grown out, most of her hair chin-length except where her mohawk used to be, where it was closer to hip-length, giving her a kind of stylish asymmetry. Her gun was dead steady though - this was a girl who uses the thing for shooting people.
"We can do this two ways." she puffed away at a cigarette, pausing a moment for effect. "You can fuck off and I hunt you like dogs, then throw whats left to the Pigs..." she gave them a WINNING SMILE slightly manic, toothy grin, eyes wide and pupils tiny. "OR WE JUST SKIP THE RUNNING PART! You got three seconds to pick, sveethots, time is beer." She went from zero to NUTTERBUTTER back to zero again and her gun didn't so much as TWITCH in the two seconds that took. Girl like that has stuff on her mind.
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