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Post by Joanna on Apr 9, 2011 14:40:19 GMT -5
((teehee REINCARNATION!!))
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Post by wingzero7x on Apr 10, 2011 1:25:05 GMT -5
(((Yeah I thought I'd add a twist to it all)))
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Post by wingzero7x on Apr 14, 2011 13:41:46 GMT -5
I heard my heart beat, I had just yelled something, I faded into myself, I felt the constraints on me, the cold chair, Grandma crying, the smirk on that bastards face. Time moved so slow, I felt like I had woken up from a long dream, a dream that was real, and that I pulled back into reality. I knew that, as I woke up I realized, my body was still toned and firmed from my training.
I smiled. "Role em on one!" Raw electricity, 100,000 Volts surged into my body, The lights flickered and went out, I twitched once, but I soon Absorbed out of reflex. I absorbed it all. My reserves rose quickly from zero to half in 5 seconds. I didn't move at all, I kept smiling. The security guard stood dumbfounded, pulling more levers. The audience of my death started to mutter to themselves. Funny, they thought the machine had broke. When my reserves exceeded 100%, I started to glow, the charade was over. I could sense it, my armor and weapons I had stored in me were still there. The people started to shriek and shout, I absorbed the restraints, the guard finally turned off the voltage, the lights came back to life and the people were in shock and aww that I was now standing. The guard charged me out of the corner of my eye, baton in hand, he swung, I moved like lightning, I thrusted a block at his wrist, shattering the bones and disarming the baton, I then fired a palm heel to his chest, full force, I launched him through the safety glass and onto the ground in front of the crowd. The people scattered and scrambled out of the room, I felt my anger rise in my body as I saw that bastard run out the door, I was about to go kill him, but then I froze, there on the floor, my Grandmother was on the floor...I jumped to her side and held her, her pulse had faded, she died of a heart attack. I felt sad, but then relief, "Grandma, thankyou, rest in paridise." I laid her down on the ground and crossed her arms. 2 tears fell on her cheek. "Requiest Cat Impache" I sprinted out the door, I moved so fast I bolted past the fleeing civilians, I utilized my time with the Ninja to meld with the crowd and avoid the guards. I changed out my prison suit for a shirt and pants with some steel toe boots, nobody saw, too scared to care. The guards ran past me and soon I was out side, my energy reserves were at 170%, I ran into the street, I absorbed 500 pounds of metal into my body, and dove. Time slowed for me, my mind poured out information, the designs for vehicles scrolled in my conscious, I made my selection and used the blueprint design to mold and form a physical, functional motorcycle. The world rolled back to normal speed, my hands gripping the handle bars, my legs firmly gripping the bike, the wheels landed and the bike rolled5 feet before I came to a halt. I sat up and looked over at the court house, I was in LA, civilians scrambled to the streets in panic from the screaming alarms ringing out. Guards and Police Officers were filtering out the crowds trying to keep them calm and trying to find me...and I would let them, I just started my new life, but trying to get my life back to normal was impossible, so I was going to end it. "HEY!!!" I called out, they didn't hear me first, "HEY!!!" 2 cops looked over at me, took them 5 seconds to recognize me, hands reached for their sidearms, "COME GET ME ASSHOLES!! I hit the ignition, and my backtire screamed and spouted smoke, as my wheels caught traction the cops drew their standard issue 9mm and took aim, making pointless calls for me to freeze, I sped down the street, they'd follow me of course, but hey, I had 250 years to plan this.
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Post by wingzero7x on Jun 3, 2011 1:02:37 GMT -5
Fresh air blew past my ears all but drowning out the noise of the bikes roaring engine and the following Police cars. The smell of ocean sea water filled my nose; we were no less than 5 miles from the ocean, we were in Los Angeles. I channeled energy through my arm and formed my armors right arm guard. My guard had a computer built with a full touchscreen. GPS co-ordinance displayed where I was and already had a planned destination for where I needed to go, a location that according to recent underground news filtered through my computers system, that was home to a local crime boss who acted as a Lt. for the Penguins operations. Cops never touched him because they had no evidence...cowards. Justice League members would have caught wind of the place as well, so I needed to get there first and fast. I shot through traffic, an advantage in riding a mortorcycle, leaving the cops behind trying to get around the motionless lines of cars, common Los Angelos traffic. I scanned the sky, sure enough there was a helicopter tracking me as well. I made a hard left into the harbor area where the warehouse was located. With only the chopper hovering above, there was no sign I was followed by the police. I noticed one of the warehouse doors was open, I shot through the doors and slammed on the brakes, banking slightly left, sending the bike into a drift, quickening my deceleration, smoke from my burning tires waving over me as I stopped. The snap of a cocked machine gun clicked in my ear. I looked around me, hearing other guns being readied, I saw I was surrounded by men holding high powered assault rifles, military grade. A tall black man stood above the rest, well dressed, smoking a cigar, twirling a cane in his hand, the head of a penguin on top, this was the Lt. alright. The big man chuckled, "What little worm just crawled into our nest?" He laughed, "Doesn't matter, shoot him and dump him-" "Do you shoot all your investors?" The Lt. paused, "Hold up," He stepped forward, "Nothing was scheduled so you better have something good." I laughed, I dismounted my bike and held out my hand, closing it for a second, and upon opening it revealed 3 items: a Gold Cube, a Diamond, and a Ruby, all three an inch and a half in diameter. "Good enough?" The surrounding guards lowered their guns, the Lt. himself seemed awed by my trick. This display had one purpose only, delay. The cops would be upon us soon. With the pause of the guards I was able to secretly scan the room with a tap of my foot: 4 entrances accessable, 25 guards, the Lt, and hundreds of crates filled with rifles, explosives, and drugs. I was in the right place alright. The rouse wasn't needed anymore as sirens sounded around us, the guards tensing up and aiming their guns at me yet again. I touched the ground and channeled energy through the ground to the 4 exits and sealed them off, the concrete walls swallowing the entrances whole. Time to pull all my skill together: Transportation check, deception check, evasion check, healing..." The Lt. drew a sidearm and fired, eight 9 millimeter rounds ripped through my chest, pain erupting like fire, both my lungs punctured, heart nicked, liver shredded, spine severed, I'd had worse. I laid on the ground bleeding they all scrambled to find a way out. The pain in my chest was overwhelming to normal people, but feel pain enough, it loses its edge. I was able to focus and channel energy through my body, a warm numbing liquid surged in my body, the wounds in my body melted away and reshaped to normal. I was in my own puddle of blood, my temporary cloths were drenched in it. The guards didn't notice me as I stood up, they did notice when my body erupted with brilliant light filling the room, blinding the guards. I now stood in full armor, Cuors handle on my back, my 4th favorite weapon or weapons in my hands, two large handguns I dubbed Faith and Trust. Faith that my aim would be true, and Trust that they will serve me well. My adrenaline spiked, my reflexes rose, the guards brought up their weapons taking aim. Their movements were slow to me, I spun around 360 degrees, arms extended and space 100 degrees. I could aim perfectly with my peripheral vision, I swept my sight over 14 of the guards, squeezing off a single round to each of them, sending a .50 caliber slug ripping through their chests. If the sheer momentum of the bullets didn't kill them instantly, they wouldn't live a minute longer. The remaining nine guards opened fire on me and the Lt. had run off somewhere. I leaped into the air, wind building up around my frame I soared and spun, evading their fire 20 feet in the air. I absorbed the guns and replaced them with my 5th favorite weapons, two finely honed katanas of original craft using the special metals from Lexcorp, these I dubbed Justice and Vengeance, bringing Justice to the wicked, and delivering Gods Vengeance upon the worlds evil. I dropped upon the clustered group of the remaining guards slashing downwards, two guards fell to the ground less than whole, the guards were in panic as the saw their comrades fall. Crouched, I spun around sweeping my swords around me, beheading another 4. gun fire erupted to my right, I quickly straffed away from the 3 guards remaining. I changed weapons again to some basic throwing stars and sent dozens flying at the remaining three. Their gunfire was interupted as sharp metal protruded from their bodies, one guard gurgled blood as one star severed his throat. I closed the distance in three steps before they could regain their composer. I lept into the air and shot two kicks with pinpoint accuracy from my training from the shoulin, my feet whipped out and cracked across their heads, both followed by the snapping of their necks. All the guards were dead, I scanned the room for the Lt. He was behind me, he had rummaged through the weapons he was dealing and now wielded a 4 round rocket pod. He would sell this weaponry on the streets and cause mayhem in the streets, kill innocents, his henchmen no better than he, then again, I already knew everything about them. With my helmets visor active and with access to all the information I need through my PDA, I was able to see the records of each and everyman I killed, and each of them was a murderer and disgrace to those they called family. The Lt. was named Vince "King" Rowels, in charge of the Penguins buisness on the West Coast, 10 times the amount of charges that his henchmen held, but what made him a nectar sweet target for me was that in King's base of operations, he worked under a one Charles Johnson, head of Sky Coast Exports, also known to me as Julies father. He'd know where he was. King, a man so feared, was now sweating, his breath heavy and his stance shaky. His aim was good though, squeezing the trigger he launched a volley of 4 rockets straight at me. I could easily shoot them or avoid them, but it had come to me that the rockets were also a good source of materials. I palmed each rocket as they screamed like powerhouse banshee's at me and absorbed them as if they had vanished entirely. King's black skin turned white, the rocket pod crashed to the floor and he scrambled for another weapon. With the rockets absorbed I weighed a good 400 pounds more, walking was hard enough. I generated a long thin chain with a golf ball sized iron ball at the end. With years of skill and practice I swung the ball around 5 times before throwing it. The ball at the end of the chain whistled as it traveled a frozen rope past Kings head at 75 miles an hour, once passing his head I pulled hard on the chain, the ball swung back and the chain wrapped tightly around his neck. I planted my feet and tugged on him hard enough to pull him off his feet, he sprawled like a coward as I dragged him to my feet. He laid motionless as I stood over him, "P-p-please....have mercy..." Looking at his face his record was displayed in my visor again, and having escaped the death penalty 4 times and causing the heartache of over 30 families, mercy was not his to claim. "Sorry, the only mercy you will claim is from your maker, so make your peace with God." Kings face turned to anger, "FUCK YOU! Penguin's got people ALL over the world, he'll get you-" I erupted in laughter, Kings anger turned to fear, "You say Penguin will be after me when I kill you? Well, that makes my job a hell of a lot easier." I pulled tight on the chain, the chain firmly gripping his throat. I channeled the bombs I had absorbed and formed them into my 2nd favorite weapon, the Inferno Javelin. The Javelin was a chrome steel 5 ft javelin, though the circuitry and futuristic look of it revealed its true design, it was a bomb. "Goodbye" I swung the Javelin's 400 pounds down and stabbed King through the chest and impaled him to the floor. King died within 5 seconds. There was one more thing I had to do, I walked over to one of guards I had attacked earlier, the one I had lodged a star into his neck, he was still clinging to life, barely. He had pulled out his wallet and smothered a photo of a lady and a baby with his blood. His family. He had something to live for, he was a desperate man trying to make a living. Now in my time of training, Simon told me to master my powers and learn their full capabilities, and one was to be able to give someone the same opportunity as me, a new life. I kneeled down and placed my armored hand over his throat and channeled energy, liquid gold poured over him. I fixed the wound in his neck, tendons and veins reconnected. I brought his diminishing life back, I saved him, and with that I also channeled energy into him, I was able to give him a days worth speech in that instant. As the glow from my hand faded, I revealed a second piece of my handywork, a symbol of my making tattooed onto his throat. The man laid there stumped, his lips fumbled with the word "why?" I had no answer to give him, it was for him to find out. I stood up, I had no answers for him but I did have one question though. "Chis Johnson, do you know where he is?" He nodded. I was joyed to hear that, reason being is because, Chris Johnson, along with being the leading Captain of California for the Penguins operations, the man in charge of King, and the guy who ordered all of the weapons around me to be distributed through California, but he was also Christina's Father. According to this man he was at the same mansion on the beach that we met at before, where he killed my family. As he sat up I channeled a grenade in my hand, pulled the pin and tossed it to one of the sealed doors. 5 seconds and the sealed doorway blew out. Commotion erupted outside, cops were backing away. I pointed my finger at the door. The man reluctantly stumbled out of the door, still in a daze. The police grabbed him. I walked over to the Javelin, still impaling King to the floor. I gripped the handle and turned it two clicks to the right. The Javelin hummed and glowed a dull red. I pulsed energy into the ground again, echoing out so I could get a view of who's around me. Cops numbering in the dozens surrounded the building, they all distanced themselves at least 30 feet, plenty safe from me. With this the man known as Jaden Dastrok would disappear, presumed dead, the man outside would tell a story about my stumble upon an cache of weapons when he was in the middle of work and started going on a rampage. With one final click to the left, the Javelin whined and glowed a brilliant white, and detonated. *** Officers outside shielded their eyes as immense heat erupted before them. The warehouse vanished in a furrious tornado of fire that shot well over 35 stories.
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Post by wingzero7x on Jul 4, 2011 1:05:10 GMT -5
The officers shielded their eyes from the bright pillar of fire that erupted from what was once a warehouse. The pillar shot 300 ft into the air and pulled in gusts of wind at 40 miles an hour toward it. Light debree was sucked into the flames but other than that the pillars damage was reduced to only that of the warehouse. After 10 seconds the Pillar of flames dimmed and faded to a column of smoke. Now all was quiet, the panicked hyperventilation of officers and dock workers was the dominate sound. Heavy breathing turned into gasps and aw, a faint glow emanated from the smoke riding the pillar of smoke all the way to the top at blinding speed till it vanished into the sky. One officer mumbled, “Did I just see….wings?” After half an hour the smoke had disappeared and the extent of the damage was assessed. The warehouse, its occupants, and its cargo were now a glass crater 100 yards in diameter. Events like this weren’t common and were best handled by what were experts in events such as this. Now joining the men in blue was the Man of Steel himself as well as The Flash and the faceless man known as Question. “So what happened here?” Superman spoke with a gentle voice but his presence was intimidating regardless. The Chief of Police and an Officer who had witnessed the event explained the events of the convict escaping his execution and the chase that led to the warehouse. Question stepped in, “Yes Jaden Dastrok, supposedly murdered his family.” “Supposed? Mr. there were 3 eyewitnesses and video evidence of him commiting the crime.” The Officer was informed of Jadens case as well. Question scoffed and jabbed his finger at the Officer “Yes 3 eyewitnesses who have been accused to be connected to the crime lords in CA, who just so happened to be working for THE crime lord of CA David Johnson? To coincidental to be true, video evidence can easily be tampered with now days...” Superman lowered Questions pointed finger, keeping a firm grip on his arm. “There’s no evidence to support that right now Question, however I share his concern. How long was Jaden Dastrok arrested?” “Err…6 months-“ “6 MONTHS?” Supermans raised voice sent the two officers pale, “Even for high class criminals the Death Penalty never gets served so fast.” Question shrugged off Superman’s arm and faced him, “That’s not the only thing, I looked up the case personally, and in my research there IS a sentence filed and approved for his execution, however the trial that it was supposedly sentenced happened at the same time and place a young teen was in court for a Traffic…Ticket…” Superman walked over to the crater with his company behind him, Green Lantern was using his ring’s power to scan the crater for clues that may have remained. “So how does a murderer, who’s sentencing never took place, who was sentenced to be executed, suddenly escape to here where he’s burned to a crisp?” Superman turned to Question. “…Cover up to the first part…this…now that is a question.” Superman turned to Lantern, he replied, “What happened here shouldn’t even be possible. The crater is glassed which means it was exposed to heats of which would normally have torched a 2 mile radius and yet all of it was contained to heart of it. Not even Luthor has made anything close to this.” Superman nodded, “None that we know of.” The officer spoke up after swallowing a lump in his throat, “One other thing happened…” “Oh?” the three heros now honed in on what the officer had to say. “After the fire ceased…something flew out of it…not a plane or craft…it moved fast and it…it glowed…and…” The man paused for a minute. “Take your time.” Superman folded his arms, curious. “It had Wings like…like an Angel broke out of Hell or something.” Question scoffed, “Not likely evidence of Angels-“ Superman shot him a look, “Not now Question.” Superman looked to the sky, his parents, the Kents had taught him about the good book and the Holy Lord and his Angels, but for one to be here in physical form would be something even he’d never seen. The three hero’s left, investigation of the event would have to wait as they were called to an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. However this wouldn’t be the last time they’d see events like this one, even now the man responsible was heading to his next target. David Johnson sat hunched over with his hands folded and clenched, he was both angry and puzzled. He sat in his rather large living room donned with trophy animals and paintings, a walk in fireplace blazed in front of him. How did Jaden not die? When did he learn to fight like that? How did he break through those restraints? How did he- “Sir!” A man in a suit briskly jogged into the living room and stood to his left, “Sir, reporting on the boy.” Johnson waved him to go ahead. “He’s dead sir.” Johnson grinned and reached for his quarter glass of whiskey. “Well aint that a shame-“ “There’s more sir. When he escaped he managed to find his way to one of our weapon stashes, he set off a bomb somehow and wiped out the entire stock with him.” Johnson’s face ran red with anger, he chucked his glass into the fire, the glass shattered and the alcohol enraged the flames for a second then returning to normal. “Bastard couldn’t just rot away and die like he was supposed to.” He remembered Jadens last words he spoke to him, ‘I won’t enter heaven till I kill you’. Johnson laughed, “Fool”. One other thing rested on Johnson’s mind as well. He almost didn’t notice, but after the lights came back on, he noticed that Jaden had changed. He was strong before sure, but the way he looked after the chair malfunctioned he seemed like he was a veteran soldier. Johnson looked deep into the fire, he imagined Jaden burning in the fire just as he had in the warehouse. That thought satisfied him. Johnson felt something warm splash his cheek, he turned to his left to see that it was the blood from his beheaded henchman. Johnson sprawled out of his chair and reached for the gun in the drawer to his right. Johnson’s eyes scanned left and right franticly for his intruder. He clenched the 6 round revolver with all his might, his finger tense on the trigger. Nobody was in the room but him, or so he could see. The room crew dark as the roaring of the fireplace was clenched and choked, the air grew chilled. Johnsons panicked breathing could be seen as his breath was now visible. The marble fireplace, the chair he was just sitting in, the walls and the ceiling itself, the barrel of his gun all froze, frost formed and built up around the room till the living room looked like an ice box. A voice came from above, “Hello Johnson.”
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Post by wingzero7x on Jul 12, 2011 1:25:11 GMT -5
I had entered the mansion in the quiet of night, not a sound was made as I executed the guards that Johnson had surrounded himself with, only the dripping of their blood echoed in the long halls. Now I was descending upon Johnson himself, currents of air dancing around my body, only the full moon of the night illuminated through the window. I had drained the room of its energy to replenish my reserves...and to scare the son of a bitch shit less. My feet gently settled on the frosted carpet, Anger quenched my throat, the dim light of the room reflected off my helmet and the spats of blood on my armor, giving me a menacing look.. Johnson pulled hard on the trigger of his gun, however the frost had jammed every joint in the shiny revolver. Despair washed over Johnson as the gun fell from his grasp. He chattered his teeth as he spoke, "Wha-what do u-u-u-you want?" Anger...Anger that festered over 250 years boiled in my body, it steamed in my lungs, it clenched to every breath I exhaled. "What do I want?..." I took slow deliberate steps toward him, frosted carpet crunching beneath my feet. "Once....I wanted nothing but a home, nothing much, for my wife and child to live in. I wanted a car that would transport my family, nothing to fancy. I wanted a job, just something that would pay the bills." Johnson looked at me confused, the pieces hadn't connected yet. "But that was a long time ago. Before they were taken away from me. Before they were STOLEN!!!...from me!" Johnson's despair turned to utter fear, "N-n-n-n-n-no....you can't be!" At the press of a button my helmet clanked and clicked as it collapsed, revealing my face, "I told you would not pass into Heaven till I sent you to Hell, didn't I?" Johnson backed up into the wall, "It-It was YOUR fault they died! She was supposed to be enrolled into the finest school for her education! Then you KNOCKED her up with that BASTARD CHILD!!!" His words poured like kerosene onto a fire. "I was going to fix everything that day, I was going to get rid of you then and there along with that THING! She wouldn't listen to me. And then..." Johnson chuckled, "when I tried to take it away from her she ran. My men cornered her to cliff, and guess what that bitch did next? She JUMPED!! She did it herself!" My right hand blurred, a flash of silver darted across the room, the smell of iron touched the air, the blood curling cries of Johnson echoed in my ear, they were Ecstasy to my ears. A 12' inch knife pierced through Johnson's left shoulder, pinning him to the wall. A second after I generated a second knife, throwing it backhanded it shot into Johnson's right shoulder with the same results with a loud thunk. A grin twitched on my lips, my own blood thirst sickened me, 2 deep breaths calmed my nerves and my posture returned. My next words rolled like broken glass over my tongue, words that I would kill me inside if I did not speak them, the words that would free me from him, "I forgive you..." Johnson looked at me, for a minute he forgot his pain, as if I had shot him in the heart with a silver bullet. "I forgive you for what you did to her, to me, to my son." Johnson couldn't comprehend what I was saying, his face reflected that I was mad in his eyes. "However, God will carry out his own judgment on you," I channeled energy into my hands and brought out my Third favorite weapon, Two long rifles with barrels that looked like the gaping long jaws of a monster, Peace and Chaos, Peace granted by the Chaos they unleash. The two rifles attached at the sides to form a double barreled long rifle. I clicked the triggers and the gun hummed and charged. Lighting crackled between the barrels and between both guns, they would amplify each others power. "And now, JUDGMENT COMES!!!" The rifles whined a high pitch as they glowed bright, Johnson's last scream was drowned out as Peace and Chaos fired with the sound and flash equal to a bolt of lightning, a beam of light 15 feet in diameter ignited the air in front. Johnson's flesh was vaporized to dust, the wall he cowered into exploded and splintered. The beam shot a mile past the wall across the ocean, illuminating the night sky. Vengeance was mine, and Justice was served.
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Post by wingzero7x on Aug 20, 2011 3:50:07 GMT -5
Once again, Superman, Green Lantern, and Question stood together with the police. This time they stood before the remains of a once beautiful mansion on the cliff side of the Pacific Ocean. The smell of death hung to the air as the fumes of spilled blood and stiff corpses riddled the mansions grounds. Question approached the scene and examined the mangled corpses one after another while Superman and Lantern scanned the area. He followed the trail of bodies down the halls of the large mansion, his footsteps echoed on the marble tile floor. Each body was killed by a bladed weapon, many beheaded, but the one that caught Questions eye was a lone guard killed with a Knife piercing all the way through his face. "Hmm, the guard here must have stumbled upon the assailant as he killed the guard at the entrance," he observed the gun rested in the guards hand, "Assailant maintained stealth without fail, flawless infiltration..." Question pulled the knife from the head, having to hold the head down to dislodge the blade. Blood dripped off the blades tip, brain matter clung to the blade. Question pulled out a small scope and looked closely at the blade turning it over every angle. "Hmm...no prints...." He bagged the knife and followed the rest of the corpses till he reached the living room...or what WAS the living room. The entire West wall was gone, the jagged edges of the broken walls were scorched and charred a full breeze from the ocean now blew into the room. Question walked out of the gaping hole hopping down the foot difference to the cliffs grassy plain that ran to the cliff. The grass he stood on was burnt, 15 feet wide and running to the edge of the cliff. Superman and GL flew down to join Question. Superman reported, "I've got no sign of infiltration around the area so the assailant must have flown in." GL nodded, "I scanned everything in the area but this guy left no trace what soever." Question held up the bag with the knife, "Not quite." Superman held up the bag and started to focus on the blade with an intense gaze, his acute Kryptonian vision much greater than a humans while Question explained his findings. "Odd, this blade has no flaws." GL cocked an eyebrow, "Its a good knife, so what?" "No I mean it has NO flaws. This knife went through a skull, even the greatest knife will have traces left in the blades grain or have eroded or have a dent." A deep voice came from behind them, "Well its not like we haven't seen well made weapons before." Batman had snuck in to the crime seen, the only way he ever would. Batman took the bag from Superman and examined it. Batman investigated with a scope of his own, capable of matching Superman's eyes as Superman explained in depth about the knife, "As you can see, no flaws, the grain on that knife is impossible to make even by alien tech, and as you can see, its steel, however its a composition I've never seen before." Batman pocketed his scope after confirming all that Superman had said. GL looked up to the gaping hole in the mansion, "Well whoever owned it obviously has some series firepower, let alone a knife." Questioned pondered for a moment, then said, "Hmm, the assailant obviously has firepower after seeing the warehouse, but why not use it here? The obvious job here was to kill Johnson, why so suttle." "...Anger" Batman suggested, "This is a crime of Hate and Anger, he wanted to make sure that Johnson's last moments were pure hell." Question moved to the edge of the cliff and looked below where the waves crashed on the rocks, sending a thunderous roar in the air. "Its too coincidental..." Question said it low enough that only Superman could here, "Same man, same spot...but he's dead so..." "Question?" Question turned around to face Superman. "Nothing, there's nothing left here, we should try and see what we can find about that...knife." When Question went to turn to Batman, he was already gone, sneaky and spooky, even with comrades.
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Post by wingzero7x on Oct 5, 2011 12:42:13 GMT -5
Jaden sat on in the window seat of an airliner, and with the aid of a fake ID, he granted himself time to think and relax. For 250 years, he didn't take off a single day of his training; no rest beyond recovering from wounds and fatigue, and no time for personal pleasure. He took this time to review his first day back in reality; he had caused an uproar, cheated death, escaped a prison, faked his death, killed a crime boss, saved the soul of a damned crimminal, avenged his family, and put himself on the Justice Leagues unsolved crimes list...what a day. The plane was on route for Jadens first stage in his plan, the plan he devised for 250 years: Stage One- Initiate private company for supplying precious materials and develop a new identity in the world. Stage Two- Establish a list of active crimelords, crime bosses, criminal masterminds, psychopaths, monsters, the scum of the world. Stage Three- Clense all Evil
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Post by wingzero7x on Jan 16, 2012 1:55:42 GMT -5
Jaden approached what was the main headquarters for Wayne Enterprises supply control. This site contolled the distibution of supplies and raw materials. In his hand he held a folder with a fabricated resume, fabricated past, fabricated name. Jaden Cross. It made sense, keeping his first name avoided future confrontations about his identity. Jaden wore a buisness suit, his hair spiked stylishly, stainless steel briefcase in his other hand. Jaden walked through the glass double doors, security, being this WAS Wayne Enterprises, Giant W and everything, did a security check that made airport security seem nice. Luckily fabricated papers weren't the only things Jaden could do, in his training, he could manipulated computer software, he WAS a computer almost, and with that he installed his identity as if it WAS true. A security guard in white snapped open Jadens brief case, upon which he paused and stared deeply. Jaden gave him a stare that screamed, "Touch nothing". The guard snapped the case shut, and returned it to Jaden. He then led Jaden to the elevator where he was going to audition to enlist his "company" as a supplier for Wayne Enterprises in raw materials. after a 2 minute ride up a busy elevator, he reached the top floor. Soon he was standing before an oak desk that barely filled the large office. At the desk sat a man with a look that sent many suppliers before Jaden screaming for the hills.
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Post by wingzero7x on Feb 3, 2012 0:58:25 GMT -5
"Well Mr.Cross, I've got a rather buisy schedule, so you better have something good." I called earlier, practically had to beg to get an audience with the now present Ollie Graves, one of 10 head members of Wayne Enterprises, all hand picked by the playboy millionare himself. Although he was an idol surrounded by beautiful women and fast cars, he was a true man of integrity, and along with his hand picked team, brought the company to the top. I approached the desk and placed the suitcase down with a loud thump, revealing the weight it contained. Jaden unbuckled the locks and faced the case to Graves. Graves stared blankly, a royal poker face not to show whether or not my offer wooed him. But I could see twitch in his right hand, scratching his desk nervously. It took nothing but a quick google search to know one of the hardest issues that Wayne Enterprises faced, the supply of precious materials. Inside the case were 4j materials needed by the company: gold, quartz, titaniuim, and steel. They needed these materials for all the high tech and vast mechanical builds that Wayne had: cars and buildings to super computers and satellites. Graves folded his hands together and said, "I'm listening..."
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Post by wingzero7x on Apr 9, 2012 19:46:40 GMT -5
The bait was taken and now I held what was a fair deal of 40% supply of all of Wayne Enterprises materials. Which would simply require a quick visit to the Sahara Desert once a month and I'd find myself granted a handsome 1.5 million monthly paycheck. I had a home already picked out for myself, an in a part of Gotham that had been abandoned for some time, but had once been the pinocle of wealth and fortune for Gotham, but time had left it into a slum that nobody wanted to go to, crimminals and deliquents loved it. I took no more than 2 hours to clear out the drug manufacturing, destroy the stashed weapons, and through the help of my power, allowed 32 criminals, walk into the streets renewed. After a few phone calls and a 1.5 million dollar down payment, the neighboorhood would be revived, it would become my new home, and where I would collect the saved ones, this is where I would prepare, this where it will start, and quite possibly where it would all end.
--End of Biography--
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