All-Villains RPG

[redDragon]

All-Villains RPG

Characters Taken:

Welshie's Mate: Chairman Drek (From PS2 Game Rachet & Clank
Rae: Stealth/Sahara Gray (Custom Character)
Vortexgirl: Lash (Custom Character)
Crowgirl: Jinx (Teen Titans)
rrarbecy: The Joker
T.T.Raven4: Silas (Custom character)
Agent S7: Returi (Custom Character)
TeenTitansGO!: Deathstroke (Teen Titans)

Bios
Chairman Drek

Age: About 30, but to be honest no one has ever been brave enough to ask…

Height: 5’2”.

Weight: 15st-ish.

Appearance: Crinkly dark brown skin, long black over-gelled hair in a ponytail and eyes that are entirely luminous blue.

Costume: A black pinstripe suit.

Powers: None

Strengths: Extreme charisma and a mind more intelligent than nearly any other.

Weaknesses: A dangerously short fuse and a foolish over-confidence of his own genius.

Bio [supplied by Insomniac Games]: “Imagine a movie producer with a mean streak, or perhaps a mob boss without the bad Italian accent. Chairman Drek is smooth, calculating and in control. He sweet talks people into doing his bidding, and if they refuse, he loses his patience and squashes them. Nobody gets in his way.

Chairman Drek is a fast-talking, quick-thinking dictator; a scheming, shadowy despot; a bad tempered, bloodthirsty tyrant; a downright contemptible doer of evil. But he never forgets his mother’s birthday!”

Lash
Alias: Allie Harper
Age: 17
Height: 5'9

Appearance: Long blonde hair, tied back; light skin with whip-lash scars on her arms and on her legs; dark blue eyes

Costume: Black tight-fitting shirt, tight black pants, black belt in which she carries her weapons and tools

Powers: None

Strengths: Cat-burgular, black belt in karate, can outsmart-or outwit-many people, is very good with high-tech stuff, also can get beaten up pretty bad and hardly notice, thanks to the lessons she took when in training.

Limitations/Weaknesses: overconfidence and her recklessness to jump into things with out a plan and play it by ear.

Bio: Allie was a baby when abandoned by her mother and left on the streets to die. Somehow she managed to survive. When she was about nine, she caught a cat burgular stealing something and had him trapped. Instead of turning him in the police, she used her wits and told him to help her become a burgular. He was, of course, surprised, but he gave her all the help she needed-and more. She went through all the levels of burgulary, from being a purse-snatcher to a cat burgular, and her master also taught her karate. The only problem with her masters lessons were that if she failed she would have to face the whip-lash of her teacher and, sadly, she failed more than once on her missions, being stopped by the Teen Titans, thankfully escaping everytime. Allie aquired a variety of weapons based on the Titan's powers and weapons using her smarts to change them to work for her use. The results were, a sleeping gas bomb, a sneezing powder-bomb, paralyze bolts, and a few other things, but she prefers to go hand-to-hand combat. When her training was over, she worked on her own and gave herself the name 'lash' for two reasons, one, because of the whip-lash marks left on her skin as a reminder never to fail, or give up for that matter, and two because of the whip she used to beat good guys butts with. Lash works usually alone, though she has teamed up a few times with different baddies and is seeking a partner in crime. Her last crime was breaking into a computer store and,well, stealing computer parts. She is now trying to build a *mumbles under breath* what?! You didn't think I'd tell you?!!

Stealth
Alias: Sahara Gray

Age:18

Height:5ft 6

Weight: eight stone

Appearance: Light brown skin and straight black hair that goes down past her shoulders and is usually in two tight braids that are tight against her head. She has brown eyes and is quite thin but her muscles are well developed due to vigorous training.

Costume: Tight black sleeveless top and tight black trousers. Black knee high boots and black fingerless gloves. She wears a long black coat over the top (rarely done up) that reaches to just inches above the ground. Normally wears black sunglasses that also gives her night vision/infra red and contain sensors that measure the air levels for poisonous gases. Inside her coat are a series of small pistols and knives and on the back are three small clips that are used to hold her favourite weapon. She always carries her Glaive with her. This is a pole arm weapon. The pole is five foot long made of polished black wood. On the end is a carbon steel curved blade 12inches long. The curve is slightly exaggerated to allow for the unique design where there is a second tip on the inside of the curve. On the blade are special inscriptions but she does not know what they truly mean.

Powers: Stealth has heightened sight and hearing inherited from her parents. She also has the ability to make herself and objects in contact with herself, invisible (this is how she can carry her glaive around without people noticing). She can also split herself into two. However it's hard to make the two do different things as they share the same mind so she normally uses this power for training. She also has an uncanny ability to deactivate security just by looking at it, though she can’t reactivate them.

Bio: For as long as she can remember her parents had owned a small dojo and she was taught martial arts. Her favourite lessons were those with her family's trademark weapon, the glaive. Ever since she was young she wanted to become an expert with it and looked forward to the day when her parents would let her use the family's sacred glaive in a competition. However when she turned eleven she came down with a sudden illness, the side effects being that she went blind and deaf. This did not deter her from her studies and she continued to train with her practice glaive.

When she was fourteen her home was broken into one night and her family was murdered. She would have died with them if it weren't for her sight and hearing returning suddenly with vast improvements. She heard the murderer approach her room and she grabbed the practice glaive in her room. She got a glance of the murderer just before he fled and vowed to find him and make him pay for what he had done, so she packed her bags and tried to follow him, taking her family's most sacred possession with her. The Glaive. As she continued her travels in search of this man, she lost her way and sunk into the world of crime, living day by day by working as a spy or assassin for crime lords and other low lives. And as she grew, so did her powers. She gained the power of invisibility shortly after she left home, the power to deactivate technology at sixteen and her splitting power at seventeen.

Silas

Age: 29

Height: 6'1

Weight: 180

Hair color: Blonde (shoulder length)

Sex: Male

Eye color: Hazel

Alignment: His own happy world. (Not happy, just being my usual TTR4 self)

Costume: Red Cloak with yellow lining. He wears a black shirt under it. Wears black gloves and beige Cargo pants. Has Crimson boots.

Powers: None

Weapons: Two long chains used in multiple different ways.

Bio: Silas was born normal. As a child he found out a secret about his father. His father worked in an outside organization that devoted themselves to proving the existence of Demonic figures here on Earth. As Silas began spying on his father, his mother caught him. She gave in and explained. His observations were accurate. His father took him to the Headquarters. Silas learned about the ever growing threat of "demons." As Silas developed, he slowly followed his father and joined the organization. Long after his father's death, Silas stumbled upon startling facts. There was supposedly a demon, right in his hometown of JumpCity. Silas knew he couldn't let this rest. He had to finish his fathers work and destroy it.

Returi
Occupation: Dark Sorcerer

Powers: Immense abilities over all dark magics. Most spells he performs have dark reprucussions, like if he heals someone, the healed goes into an insane frenzy. For each spell that he does, he brings himself one step closer to the dangerous edge which could drive away his sanity.

Personality: Although he is often serious, he can be, at times, sarcastic and even playful. The dark magics have affected him so that most emotion he shows is either hatred, anger or fear, the base animal instincts, although he has been known to show his more human side, showing happiness, concern and even love.

Past: It happened a long time ago, and it's not entirely clear how.
Mordru, the Dark Lord, the immortal lord of sorcerers had a son at some point. His son more than fufilled his dreams, becoming more powerful than he had known possible at that age. Finally, at the age of 14, Mordru realized his mistake. In his sleep, his son, Returi, pulled out a dagger of such immense poison that it could kill immortals. He dug it into Mordru, and the scream echoed through his tower.

Returi is now a wandering sorcerer, with his father's books and weapons, hungering to be more powerful than even his father was...

[T.T.Raven4]

3:17 AM
Day 1
IC: Silas

I don't beleive this. What am I doing in a helicopter at 3:17 AM? Sometimes I hate Master. He's always telling me to do all of his ridiculous dirty work. I guess it's a price to pay for being the best there is. I still don't see why we had to take a Blackhawl thought. This thing is armed! If the authrorities spotted us, we'd be shot down immediatley.

"What does master require of you?" The pilot asks.

"Private information." I reply.

The pilot nods and returns to his work. The Master is always so picks about...well everything. I feel like I have no life of my own anymore. It's just so-

My cellphone vibrates in my pocket. I reach in and grab it. After flipping open the front cover, I place me ear to the receiver.

"Silas." I say.

"All goes well?" Masters voice asks.

"So far." I respond. "But you have yet to tell me the main objective."

"You shall see soon enough." Master says.

At that, the phone receiver clicks. I sigh. I hate when he does this; always leaving me to figure everything out. I feel on both sides of my belt and feel the 2 long coils of chain. The pilot lowers the Blackhawk.

"Where are you landing?" I ask.

"Private." He said with a smile.

Imbeciles.

[Crowgirl]

Day 1
4:35 AM
IC: Jinx

"So... where exactly am I going?"

"Private."

I slump back in my seat, frowning. I toy with the seatbelt around my slim waist. For a helicopter, it's highly uncomfortable. Whatever happened to leather seats? I'd rather be flying in the nice first class area of an airplane with a cool Sprite in my hand and a pillow behind my head. Not in some rinky-dink helicopter with a patched seat. It's as hard as a rock.

I don't even know what I'm doing exactly. All I know is that I alone, not with any other H.I.V.E. members, was hired by some guy (And I have no idea who he is) to do some job. He (Or she, I don't know which) had a helicopter pick me up at a deserted spot in Jump City. He didn't even want me to wear my regular uniform, just all black. Who does he think I am, some goth chick?

Did I mention ihe had the helicopter pick me up at 3:59? AM? Nobody understands how hard it is to get rid of bedhead and bags under the eyes these days. Hmph.

And honestly, I don't see why it couldn't have been at 4:00 instead of 3:59. Bit idiotic really. But hey, the Red Sox are "a bunch of idiots" and they won they reversed the Curse. Wonder what this idiot can do.

I sit up and rap on the pilot's shoulder again. "Um... do you know when we'll be landing?" I shout to him, over the noise of the helicopter.

"Private."

I moan and rub my eyes, seeing as I'm tired from waking up so early. I know I should be sleeping right now, but I don't seem to be able to. This helicopter noise is very loud, and my seatbelt is a bit too tight.

But I'm pretty sure it's this uncomfortable seat.

[T.T.Raven4]

(OOC: CG, are you saying the dude who controls my dude is having your dude do stuff too? Just curious, cause if so, tell me and I'll make sure to mold it in. Thanks.)

IC: Silas
Day 1
4:50 Am

The Blackhawk lands with an abrumbt stop. My body jerked forward and stretched the setbelt.

"What in the name of God are you doing?" I yell.

"Sorry sir." He says.

Next time I'll make you sorry.

I unbuckle the god-forsaken seat-belt and slide open the door. I take a step down and view my surroundings. I was on top of a large building. Wide that is. It was actually quite short. At that moment, my phone vibrates again. I pick it up and flip the cover."

"Silas." I say.

"I see you are at your destination." He says.

"If you say so." I reply. "I have no idea where I'm at."

"Well Silas, you have been out of action for a matter of months. We must see if you're not too rusty." He explains.

"Rusty?" I ask stunned. "Please, this will be simple."

"We shall see." He says. "It's actually quite simple. There is a valuable jewel inside this museum. Steal it withought attracting any attention to the Brotherhood's intention."

"That's it?"

But the line was dead. I sighed and approached a small vent in center. I pulled a small pen-shaped item out of my pocket. I pressed the small button on top, and a thin, red laser cut right through. Simple. I pulled the vent out and slipped myself through. After a few seond fall, I hit solid ground. I scnanned the area. It was a museum, filled with priceles art and other useless junk. Material possessions are nothing.

This was too easy. Steal a jewel, don't attract attention. I spotted the jewel a few feet away. As I approached, a thin red line passed over my foot, and an alarm blared through the building.

Security to sector B4!

Uh oh.

[Crowgirl]

OOC: Actually, I just wanted to set the mood. Do what you want.

[Faethie]

IC: Lash
Day 1
4:51 AM

Ugh. A museum. I hate these places, I get so distracted with all the other pretty things to steal it's so hard just to get the one thing I came for. And besides that, its almost morning. I'm a night chick. I hate the daylight. It's....light. Bleh. I would've gotten here much earlier if it wasn't for the fact that the plane I had sneaked onto had to go chase me around the airport and finally lose me after two hours, boy, if Jump City had guards like that, all the villains would be in jail and the Teen Titans would be out of a job. A smile spread across my face at the thought of the latter. Anyhow, it was a good thing that I can hang onto the bottom of a train pretty well and not fall off...

I slipped through the shadows to the start of the wall, and walked inside the museum. Someone else must've gotten rid of most of the guards and stuff, cause as I looked around there seemed to be nothing I needed to do. I went to get the prize I came for- a silver armband, shining brightly in the dim light. It was pure silver, the last piece to the gadget I had been working on for a while.

Quietly I ran over to where it was, and looked for any bugs or motion detectors that might be set off if I grabbed it. Nothing, or so it seemed. I slowly pulled off the glass and grabbed at the armband. I smiled, as nothing went off and no guards or policemen appeared out of nowhere. I slipped my hand into my pocket to pull out a used-to-be computer chip, and pulling out another gadget from my belt I quickly attached the chip to the band. I slipped on the armband, feeling the weight of the silver rest not-so-lightly on my arm.
Just in that moment I heard an alarm sound.

"What the devil?!" I whispered.

I could see guards surrounding the room next door to the one I was in, and, just my luck, one of the guards glanced inside the room I was in.

"Hey there's another one in here!" he hollered "What day is this? National villains break into museums day?"

"Security to sector B5" I heard another guard shout.

Oh Crud.

[Matt A]

OOC: I think Rae is going to kill me for this...:sweat:

IC: Chairman Drek
Day One, 5:00AM

Of all the places that I'd imagined trying to start a criminal empire, this pathetic dump of a planet has never been one of them. I mean, you could you seriously expect me, the man who until only a year ago held the entire galaxy under his rule, to be working out of a crumbling warehouse in a planet so backward that it hasn't even developed proper spaceflight technology yet? Then again, I suppose that's what happens when two pathetic upstarts called Ratchet and Clank manage to get one over on you. Sooner or later, I will crush them, but in the meantime I need to earn some money, and I need to do it quietly.

That's why this woman is sat in front of me now. She's an eightteen year old human girl with long black hair that's tied into two braids: not my kind of hairstyle, but right now that's none of my concern. She eyes me cautiously from the other side of my big mahogany desk - aside from the nine soldiers who are still willing to serve me, my desk is about the only luxury I've got - stil not having a clue about who I am or why I asked her to come here.

"Good morning, Miss Gray." I say to my prospective new employee.

Stealth's eyes widen in shock, which was about the response I expected. "How do you know my name?" she asks me.

"I do my homework, Miss Gray, and I do it well."

She accepts the extent of my genius with a subdued nod. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

"Who I am is of no consequence, and I have a job for you. One that you will be rewarded for."

"Sounds good to me. What's the job?"

"As I'm sure you're aware, in this city there is a crime-fighting organization called the "Teen Titans". They possess a large amount of funds, and I want the lot."

"A robbery, huh? I can do that."

"No, I don't want you to steal it. I want you to con them, persuade them to give their money to you. How you do it is your own business, but if you succeed you can keep 20% of whatever you get out of them."

Stealth thinks for a few seconds. It's a tough assignment, and she knows it, but the amount of money avaliable is simply too big to ignore.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Good. Report back to me every twenty-four hours. Use this communicator to do it." I pass her a wrist-phone, a 4"-long wristband with a number of buttons and a display screen on it. Stealth takes the phone and puts it on.

"Cool toy..."

"Indeed. I suggest that you get going." Stealth takes the hint, and leaves the office.

I don't much care about how Stealth completes her assignment, but it is very important that she cons the Teen Titans rather than robs them. This way, the theft of all their funds won't attract that much attention, as people who get conned are usually unwilling to report it or invesigate it. Besides, it also gives me a chance to demonstrate my genius to this backwater planet...

[Agent S7]

IC: Returi Mordru
Day 1
5:55 AM

The dark of night, or near night, clouds everything.
I pull out a quarterstaff, and grasp it tightly.
This will be easy.

---

I walk into Arkham Asylum, glancing around. I walk right past the security guards. The fools cannot even see me with magic on my side.
As I walk, I get closer to the security office.
A thought strikes me: The security cameras. I hold out my hand, absorbing the energy of the cameras. They shut down, and I just stroll past them. I'm getting closer to the containment cells.
"Riddle me this!"
"Kill her...no...I can't..."
"HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAH..."
"Mistah J...(sigh)."
Poor madmen. I feel a drop of sympathy, and that's about it. I get past them. They never even saw me and yet they still rave maniacly. I follow the map in my mind's eye.
Left.
Right.
Forward.
I draw my dagger.
Right.
Right.
Forward.
Open the door.
The guard doesn't notice me, until, of course, I bring my knife across his neck. He gags a couple seconds, then falls silent.
Now that that'sover with, I turn my attention to the control panel and smile. I move my hand out and grab the loudspeaker microphone.
"Hello, Arkhamites," my voice echoes.
I hear the maniacs scream at me. Well, most of them. One laughs.
"You don't know me, but soon you will learn to respect me. Very soon."
I finger the lever that will set the inmates free.
"And, by the way, the weapons are located a corridor to your right."
I pull the lever, and I hear screams of maniacal glee as the inmates burst out.
Step one.
I grin, and I suddenly hear a voice from behind me.
He's holding a gun to my head.
It's him.
The man who laughs...

[T.T.Raven4]

IC: Silas
4:52 AM (I have to finish my thing first)
Day 1

What are the chances of having two guys rob the same place, at the same time! God forbid.

I leap just behind a wall as laser fire blasts. Three more guards are ready for me though. I whip out my weapon, my usual dual chains. As laser fire commenses, I am able to whiplash the chain around one of the guards feet and send him flyring into the wall. This kept them distracted long enough for be to nail the other two with explosive shots. I return to the jewel. As I caught the eye of a guard, he fired a barrage from his rifle. I dodge the shots by ducking and wrap my second chain around his body. With a hard tug, it unwraps and thrashes him into the wall. I grab the gem. It flickers in my eyes. I felt a strange sensation just holding it. Almost, bloodthristy. I shake my head and toss it into my pocket. As I rush to the door, I spot another man in a black Pinstripe Suit. I could help, but I'm not that kind of guy. I wrap the chain aroung my knuckles, and thrust my fist through the glass. I pull myself through and run.

Master will be displeased. As I think the horrible thought, my phone vibrates. I pick it up, and in a breathless voice I answer.

"Silas." I mutter.

"You have failed Silas." He says displeased.

"I got the jewel." I say. "Besides, there was another one there, and I think they might think I was just one of his henchmen, and worry about him more."

"Possible, but it is too much of a risk." He says. "Kill them all. Leave none standing."

"Yes master." I say.

I shut the phone ans sigh. I turn and rush back to the Museum.

[rrarbecy]

Sorry guys. I won't be able to make a good-sized post until Wednesday, so you'll have to bear with me for a couple of days.

[Faethie]

IC: Lash
Day 1
4:52 AM

Crud. Those stupid guards are after me. I hate fighting in broad daylight, even if the sun's just rising. It's hard to fool people with the sun out, and its even harder to escape. I'm just hoping that somehow I can get myself out of here with my prize. The armband is on my arm now, I'm just hoping that it will do what I need it to do-defy gravity. What I mean is, this gadget will get me to be able to stand upside down on the ceiling without falling over, or run on walls etc. It'll be like being in the matrix or something. Cool toy, if I do say so myself.
The guards start to surround me. Not a problem, I can get rid of them quite easily. I could do it even quicker if this thing works. And I'm prayin it does. The guards aim thier guns at me. In the blink of an eye they have cocked their guns.
One....
"Put your hands up" A guard says.
Two....
"You have the right to remain silent." another says
Three.
I attack. I launch a kick at the guard who looks like he's the most in charge. When I say launch I mean that I'm flying through the air while I'm starting to kick. Obviously this toy works. Yay me. As I'm flying fast (because of the gadget) the guards don't realize I've moved until I've knocked the headmaster to the ground. Now they start shooting at me.
"Open fire!" shouts the second in command.
Looks like I can do it the easy way now that they're confused and disorganized from the shock of losing thier commander. I pull out my whip. One lash, two lash, three lash. In three whip lashes, I had knocked out about twenty guards. Boy am I getting good. Anyhow, I look around for more guards, and I see a good number lying on the ground. Looks like someone has gotten them before I. Just then I see someone dash through the door. It's a man, with blonde hair, in his twenties from the looks of it. I suppose now I'll just lurk in the shadows and see how he does. It's an old hobby of mine to watch others fight and try to pick up a thing or two from them, a fight move or a gadget depending on what I like best. Yes, I steal things from everyone. I can't help it. That's the way I am.

[Rae]

IC:Stealth
Day 1
Time: 5:07

The meeting was short. I’m not complaining even though something about my current employer irks me. I don’t feel that I can trust him, but with a prize this big I’m willing to take the risk.

I look at the wrist-phone on my arm and pull the sleeve of my black coat over it. Why can’t these things come in ‘inconspicuous’? It’s easier to hide something small than something large, like the weapon on my back.

I walk down the street. Although I should be attracting attention, I’m not. Glancing up and down the road and I see a series of police cars about two hundred metres away. I instinctively reach for my glaive, but then I notice that they aren’t moving. It appears they are more interested in the aftermath of a robbery.

I continue to walk back to the apartment I’m renting for my stay in Jump City, as my mind wanders onto my next piece of work. My knowledge of the Titans isn’t bad, but more research will be required. However, only one idea comes to me about how to con them into forking over a large amount of money.

Infiltration. I resist the smile that threatens to creep across my face. This should be fun.

[rrarbecy]

IC: The Joker
Day 1
5:57 AM
Arkham Asylum
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Ahhhhh, this is where I belong. Holding a gun to the back of some guy's head. How good it feels. "Of all the ways that I've broken out of this poor excuse for a summer resort, I don't think I've ever had anyone do the busting for me." My grin widens. "You must want something."

"I'm here..." he begins, but I have no intention of letting him finish.

"Has anyone ever told you not to play with matches?" I ask slyly.

"Wh-"

"Of course someone has. A match makes fire. What does fire do?"

"It-"

"That's right, it destroys everything. You see where this is going, don't you?" I can't imagine why, but I'm almost certain I feel him smile. "I'm the match, this," I twitch the gun a bit, "is the fire, and you...you're everything." I tighten my finger on the trigger but never get the shot off. Before I know it, I'm flying backward and smashing into a wall.

Damn. "Hehehe," I whipe a bit of blood from my chin, "erm..." I try and fail to come up with a whitty comment. "Damn, that hit left me without a punch line."

As the guy advances upon me, I see a petite silhouette advance into the room. "My associate, on the other hand."

With a bang, the boxing glove on Harley's gun fires forward, right toward its target's head. Somehow, the guy hears it and spins. The glove fires back at Harley, connecting with her gun and knocking her back into the wall. A bit of blood oozes from under her hair as she slumps onto the ground. All I can do is gape.

"I need you," he says.

"Heh..."

[T.T.Raven4]

IC: Silas

4:54 AM

Day 1



My chain makes a dull thud as it strikes the guard in his skull. Obvious. The people here in Jump always seem to have hollow heads. There's got to be an easier way to destroy these people. I feel inside my pocket and lay my hand on the crystal. Maybe it can do something. I pull it out and aim it at the guards approaching. Immediately, it glowed bright and flashed. As it dulled, the guards stood motionless. Great, it froze them.



"Jesus." I say. "Why won't you just fall over and die?"



Immediately, each one of them kneels on the ground and aims their guns toward their heads. Must I go into more detail?



Stunned, but intrigued. Mind control. I hold it into the air and bark my commands.



"FREEZE!" I say.



Everyone stopped.



"At this moment you will forget this ever happened." I say. "Now!"



They all fell onto their backs. I smiled. Too easy. I place the gem back into its resting place, and look towards the sky. A Blackhawk chopper lands onto the roof. Good timing. I find a drainage pipe and climb to the top.



"Good timing." I say. "I just-



In one of the seats sat the pilot, and a girl.



"Are you kidding me?" I ask.



"No sir," The pilot says. "This is-



"Not now." I say as I hear sirens. "Get me out of here."



The Blackhawk takes to the sky.

[TeenTitansGO!]

HEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm Deathstroke now. The deathstroke from "Teen Titans" comics. Anyway. I can't post now. Can't do much now actually. Gotta go write an English essay. Cya

[Faethie]

OOC:Hey T.T.Raven4, that girl would be Jinx, right?..I'm so confused I dont even know what to write.:sweat: I don't have the time to write at the moment, so my next post will be out later today or tommorrow...)

[Rae]

OOC: I forgot to mention this at the end of my post but if my idea of infiltrating the Titans messes up anyone elses ideas then i won't as i have a back up plan known as 'Terra'

Rae

[T.T.Raven4]

OOC:Hey T.T.Raven4, that girl would be Jinx, right?..I'm so confused I dont even know what to write.:sweat: I don't have the time to write at the moment, so my next post will be out later today or tommorrow...)
Yes.

[Rae]

I.C:Stealth

Day 1
Time: 5:59
Having been sitting at my computer for the best part of half an hour, I decide to take a break. I stand up and stretch my sleepy muscles. I haven’t learnt much about the Titans that I didn’t already know, just more about the battles they’ve fought.

I shove the chair I was sitting on back under the table and stand in the middle of the floor. I bend down and touch my toes, holding for ten as I recall the file I stumbled across. ‘Terra’ it had been called. This could be the only flaw to the plan I have been concocting since the meeting with my employer.

I stand upright then lunge into a one-handed handstand. This file had been interesting. It turns out that this girl, Terra, had betrayed the Titans and decided to work for a man known only as Slade.

I return to my feet and then lean backwards into a backwards walkover. This single act on her part could risk my whole mission. The titans won’t trust anyone quickly in the near future, especially someone like me.

I go down into the splits, hoping that the trousers I’m wearing won’t split. They won’t trust me, after all, they know nothing about me, and I’m creepy. Not that they have to know that. I’m going to change my identity anyway if I infiltrate the tower, so they won’t have to know about the real me.

I stand up, take a deep breath and pick up my glaive, which is leaning against the door. It’d be like a new start, they wouldn’t know a single thing about me. Of course keeping my story straight will be of topmost priority, but there’s no reason why I can’t have some fun whilst I’m there.

I start off the series of complex moves with a jab and upwards cut. But how to make them trust me. It won’t be easy, nothing in life is. I’ll have to play the good guy. That will be fun. I’ll probably have to do a damsel in distress sequence as well. Not really looking forward to that.

I spin the glaive round so it looks like a blur. I may have to appeal to one of the titans in particular, one who’ll be sympathetic towards my pleas for help, and will not be able to see the finely woven threads of deceit that clothe me. That’s a good metaphor, I must remember it.

I swing at my imaginary enemy, chopping of his or her head and then I stab them in the stomach. I wonder how much the titans actually have. Apparently it’s a lot, but what if this is a set up? What if there isn’t a large sum of cash at the end of this venture?

I start to think up a back up plan. If this does turn out to be a set up I’ll need an escape route, one which will have my employer thrown in jail, not me.

You can never be to careful in my line of work.

[Agent S7]

IC: Returi Mordru
Day 1
5:58 AM
Arkham Asylum

The Joker is silent. The first time I've ever heard of such a thing happening with the madman.
"I may look fourteen, but I'm actually 375 years old."
"What, do you use de-aging cream?"
God, I'm hating this guy already. But I need to keep him alive for my goal to be completed. Therefore, I ignore the remark.
"What would you do if I said you could make all hell break loose in Gotham?"
"I'd say I've already done it too many times to count!" he brags. I know, however, that underneath the childish demeanor is a psychotic mastermind.
"I mean literally make all hell break loose. How fun would that be?"
His eyes widen with glee like some five-year-old getting a new toy. This guy is far too easy to manipulate.
"Sounds exciting. What do you want?"
"Nothing. Except for your cooperation," I say. "Here."
I hold out the blood ruby.
"Tommorow night there will be a lunar eclipse at 7:00 PM. Place this on the focal point, which is actually underground, in Gotham's sewer. It looks like an altar. Place the ruby on the altar and bleed a powerful being there. Then, the portal to the Dark Realm will be open, and you will gain ultimate power. And so will I. I'll be watching you closely."
"Alright, kid! (What's your name again?)"
"Returi."
"You have a deal on your hands, Returi! Shake on it?"
I cautiously put out my hand. He shakes it. No joy buzzer of death, thank god.
Something doesn't feel right, however.
"I guess old Bats is going to get it, huh?"
"Him. But you first."
Why didn't I see this coming?
I set myself up for this the whole time. God am I stupid...
If I can just teleport--
"Boingy Boingy!" a feminine voice shouts.
I hear the bounce of a spring, feel hard metal connect with my head, and then feel darkness surround me...
"Harl...I have the most wonderful idea..."
I black out.

[Faethie]

IC: Lash
Day 1
6:30 AM

So I'm just way bored. I watched the dude kill everyone off and then leave. He had no particualr gadget that I liked so that was a waste of time. I've taken the silver armband that I needed, and the gadget is complete.

So what next? I have no particular idea in mind at the moment. There are a few things I want to do. Take down the Titans, as well as find a partner. Taking down the Titans is a dream of mine, though I highly doubt I could ever fulfil it alone. Finding a partner is a hard thing too, as you can't find a a good old partner in crime nowadays. Perhaps I'll bump into someone when I get to Jump.

So my train has finally come to Jump. Ah, home sweet home. No, its a very bitter world for a girl like me, especialy with those brats the Titans; but this place is me, whether I like it or not. And I don't.

I'm walking past stores, shops, homes. It all seems a blur.
But then a thought crosses my mind; one that would help me work out both of my ideas for the future. If there was someone who was trying to fight the titans, kill, destroy, inflitrate them. I could help. Thus outsmarting the Titans as well as having a partner-at least for the time being. But who? If only I could figure away to find that out.

I've finally come to where I usually stay in Jump. It's not much, from the outside it looks like a broken down coffee shop, inside it does too. But when you open the hidden door in the ground and go down the flight of steps it's awesome. Ah, now this is home. I look around, there are lots of gadgets around me; tools, a computer, the various toys I use to steal things and hack into things. Yes, I am hacker. A very fun thing to do when you're bored. Almost as fun as prank phone calls. Nah, I'm just kidding; its a lot of fun.

That's it. I found a government file which contains at least a few facts on each and every villain here. Even I, a mere thief, have a nice sized file. Perhaps that's cause I'm stolen a good many important things.

I'm looking through these files and one girl in particular catches my attention for the present. A year older than me, and it looks like she's had almost as much experience. I close the file and pull on the black trench coat I just took off. I turn off the lights and leave in search for her. Let's see if I can find this girl, lets just see.

[T.T.Raven4]

7:29 AM
IC: Silas
Day 1

The chopper finally lands. I've spent the past hour or so questioning the girl. She doesn't even know why she's here. That could play well into my hands. I know master has a divine plan for her.

I step out of the helicopter with the girl behind me. As soon as we exit, the pilot lifts the Blackhawak and fly's into the distance. I sigh and appraoch the large building.

(Thjat's all I got right now, sorry.)

[rrarbecy]

The Joker
Day 1
8:00 AM
Hideout
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"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, lookin' good Mistah J."

"Why thank you Harley," I say with a laugh. I'm home here; one of my old haunts. Strangely, there was still a perfectly pressed suit waiting for me. One of my usual purple ones.

"So...what do we do with this guy?" asks Harley, motioning toward Returi hanging from the wall.

"Just because he's in La-La Land doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. I'd have killed him already, but he said that I need to bleed a powerful being. Since there were none around, I figured that this kid would have to do." I frown a bit and say in a whiny voice, "I hope he doesn't wake up."

"Gotcha cova'd Mistah J," says Harley, holding up her gun.

"Oh how I love my little toys," I say, ecstatically clapping my heels together. The boxing glove on her gun should be enough to knock him out again.

"What'll we do in the meantime?" she whines.

"Oh, just kick back, relax, and keep that guy at gunpoint. We don't want any unfortunate accidents. HAHAHA!"

[Crowgirl]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted, I've been busy. :sweat: :sweat: I'll post as soon as I can.

[TeenTitansGO!]

OOC: I have no idea where to work Deathstroke into this. Any Ideas?

[Faethie]

OOC:Um, start out with a plan or somethin and look for someone to help you..ahehe, I don't know. Just an idea. And sorry I haven't posted, I'm waiting for Rae.

[Rae]

I.C. Stealth
Day 1
Time: 8:12
I stop my practise mid-swing. I hear footsteps heading in my direction. Slowly I walk up to the TV in the corner of the room and turn it onto channel 13. This channel shows me what the close circuit cameras I put up are seeing.

I see a girl, about my age, walking up to my door. She’s wearing black and carrying a long whip. She obviously wants to meet my darker side.

I turn the TV off and walk towards the door. I glance at the clock and it tells me I’ve been practising none stop for over two hours. I’m impressed with myself that I didn’t notice.

I turn back to the task at hand open the door just as the girl gets there. She looks startled that I knew she was coming. Good. I like to make an impression.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

She regains her composure. “I think we can help each other,” she replies. I raise an eyebrow and welcome her into my apartment, checking that my glaive, currently invisible, is easily accessible.

[Crowgirl]

IC: Jinx
Day 1
7:38

"You're not going to answer any of my questions, are you?" I ask.

"Shut up!" The man next to me hisses. I frown, I answered his questions, he should answer mine.

An awkward silence hangs in midair as we walk down a dark, creepy, hallway. My eyes are already adjusted, since it's dark outside too. But the only lights aren't star, but extremely dim bulbs. It's like we were in Raven's room, you know, the gothic girl with no style from the Teen Titans.

I hate them so much, those Titans. They think they are sooooo special, being the city's protectors and all, but other teens with super powers are just as good. Like Gizmo, Mammoth, and I have whooped their butts a few times (And we even knocked out Robin, their pretty boy leader).

I wonder where I am?

I decide to try again.

"Erm, where am I exactly?" I ask, my voice wavers a little, and I don't know why.

The guy next to me looks like he's about to smack me. He stops walking for a minute, says nothing, then continues walking.

I tried.

[Matt A]

(OOC: I hope that this'll be of some help, TTG. If it isn't, then I apologise.:shrug: )

IC: Chairman Drek
Day 1, 8:16AM

It's been over three hours since I gave Stealth her assignment, and I've finally managed to think of something for me to do. I can't just spend the next fortnight sitting here in this dumphole of a warehouse waiting for my new employee to do what I'm paying her to do: I need to be a bit more proactive. I need to do something.

And it finally occurs to me what I should be doing. I need to help Stealth out. What she's doing is ultimately for my benefit, so the quicker she completes her assignment the quicker I can get hold of my fortune. And if I have to get involved somewhere along the line...then so be it. Of course, it's not for leaders like myself to get out there and do the actual fighting, so I'm doing my usual and brilliant thing and being a bit more behind-the-scenes about it.

But what exactly am I going to do, I hear you ask? Simple, really. Stealth is merely at the top of a long list of local mercenaries and thieves who would be able to serve me well, so all I need to do is get hold of another candidate and employ them: the mercenary known as "Deathstroke" - an overly show-off name, if you ask me, but never mind - will be just perfect for what I have in mind.

All I need to do now is get hold of him...

[TeenTitansGO!]

OOC: Thanks WM

IC: Deathstroke
Day 1, 8:25 A.M.

What I'm doing here I have no clue. I've taken a break from Jump in the past few weeks, and the Titans are getting boring. Yet, that great black bat will have nothing to do with me, so I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I know...cliche. Anyway, this sounded interesting, and if it's not, someone's going to be as dead as a doornail. I know. Cliche again.

I swing open the giant door in front of me, and see a man pacing in what light there is. Pulling out my staff, I step through the doorway and the man's face snaps to stare me in the eyes.

"Oh, you're here! Come in."

[Matt A]

OOC: Not a problem, dude-boy.;)

IC: Chairman Drek
Day 1, 8:26AM

Life's going my way today. I was expecting to spend all day trying to find Deathstroke, but as it turns out he's sitting at my desk just ten minutes after I decided I wanted his services. I won't bother wasting my time by wondering exactly how that happened, and anyway I don't need the self-doubt that introspection always results in.

I lean back in my executive swivel chair, steepling my fingers in front of me. Even though I can't see Deathstroke's face, I know he thinks that I'm being a pompous arse by dong that, but right now I don't much care about what he thinks. A mercenary does what they're paid to do, and nothing more.

"You have a job for me." he says. He doesn't need to phrase that as a question, because he wouldn't be sitting in front of me if I didn't.

"Yes, I do. As you undoubtedly don't know, just over three hours ago I hired someone to infiltrate the Teen Titans and con them out of their fortune. I want you to help her, and there's a specific way that I want you to do it."

"Fine. How?"

"Simple: make sure that my employee defeats you in a fight, and that the Teen Titans are there to see it happen. If she is going to join them, then she needs to show off her skills."

Deathstroke clearly doesn't like the idea of being paid to get beaten up, but like any good mercenary the first part of that thought automatically overrides the second.

"How much?" he asks eventually. He doesn't need to tell me how much of what.

"Twenty percent of whatever my employee can get off the Teen Titans." He knows that this'll be a lot of money, and he also knows that this gives him ample reason to see that Stealth succeeds in her mission. With a bit of luck, maybe he'll even provide some more long-term assisstance for her.

Deathstroke thinks for a few seconds. "Alright, I'll do it. Who's the girl I need to lose to?"

"Her name is "Stealth", and everything you need to know about her is in here." I take out a manilla folder from a desk drawer and pass it to him. "Good luck."

"Thankyou." Deathstroke stands up and leaves the room. He'll do me proud, no doubt.

[TeenTitansGO!]

IC: Deathstroke
Time:

"Thank you." I stand up and leave the room. Outside I begin to finally process the information I've just been given.

Stealth. Sounds like a nice girl. I think I might have heard of her before. The picture that was in the envelope doesn't ring a bell, but the accolades section reminds me of something. What though? I figure that I'll just ask her when I meet her. Or do I even have to meet her? She has to have a chance to build some trust with the Titans in the first place, but isn't that why I'm here? Ah, now I understand.

I pick up my cell phone and dial a number I've been saving.

"Hello."

"Good day, Slade."

"Good Day to you too."

"What's Up?"

"Oh...the usual." (picture Slade's voice saying that. CREEPY! Ok, someone can pick up here. I would like a tie together thing for both plots, but you do what you want)

[Faethie]

IC: Lash
8:14 am
Day 1

"So, how exactly can we help each other?" Stealth asks me.
"Well, before I tell you lets get introduced. I'm Lash, catburgular by trade. Perhaps you've heard of me?" I reply.
"Don't flatter yourself." Stealth replies bluntly. She's not being unfriendly, but I can feel the edge in her voice, and she seems to be on her edge, ready for me to attack her or something. The thought makes me laugh. Stealth looks at me in confusion. She must think I'm a nutcase.
"Of course not. Anyhow, lets get back to business. I heard you were going to...rob the titans or something." I smile. Stealth starts and I see her move her hand towards her belt, as if grasping for an invisible blade. Hmm. Interesting.
"Inflitrate. And how did you know that?!" Stealth demands.
"Ahh, infiltrate. Fun, but I prefer a robbery myself. How did I know, well, two reasons. For one, nothing gets by without me finding out, and uh, your enployer seems like her doesn't like to keep a low profile. Twas easy enough." I grin.
"And so.." Stealth continues.
"Yeah yeah I'm gettin to that. I have been looking for a way to get a little revenge on the Titans. And I have the perfect opportunity ight now. You are going to rob them..er uh, infilrate them. If you let me help, then I can get back at them and I can lend you a hand." I reply and Stealth nods.
"So, you help me, and I help you. How did the Titans ever..." Stealth starts
"You see these?" I interrupt and threw off my coat and point to the long scars on my arms. "I recieved these as punishment of not finishing missions. Why didn't they work out?! Because of the Titans." I grit my teeth remembering. Stealth winces a little at the sight of my huge scars but regains her composure.
"Ok, so what else do you want?" Stealth asks.
"Yo. I'm selfish, yeah I am. but sometimes, revenge is good enough. I get revenge, and I get a partner for a few days." I say "So what's your answer Stealth? You wanna do this thing or not?""

[Crowgirl]

IC: Jinx
8:32 (OOC: TTG, you didn't leave one!)
Day 1

We're still in this endlesss labyrinth. It's boring, and since it's quiet, a bit chilling.

A pager in my pocket rings.

For the first time in about an hour, the next to me talks to me. "You. Brought. A. Pager?" He says in disgust and disbelief.

"It's only for an emergency, and only four people have it." I tell him. Idiot.

I lift it up and glance at the Caller ID. Odd, it says unknown.

I answer.

[Rae]

I.C. Stealth

Day 1
Time: 8:20

I stand in silence for a few minutes. It’s an interesting proposal. The Titans are probably going to trust two wanna-be super heroes than just one, so that’s a plus. Oh the other hand, apparently Lash has run into them before so they might recognise the girl.

“If we’re going to make this work,” I tell her, “you’re going to have to disguise yourself. Since you’ve run into the Titans before, the chances are that if you go like that they’ll recognise you.”

“So is it a deal?” she asks impatiently. Another slight flaw, she might want her revenge before we…I mean I, complete the job.

“Let me just check with my employer,” I say and pull the sleeve of my coat up so I can see the face of my communicator. But before I can call him, he calls me.

“Hello Stealth,” he says greeting me.”

“What do you want?” I ask, trying not to sound to rude.

“I have found the perfect way for you to earn the Titans trust, with the help of the man known as Deathstroke.”

“Please explain.”

[Matt A]

IC: Chairman Drek
Day 1, 8:21 AM

"It's really quite simple: I have hired another mercenary, this "Deathstroke", to aid you in a very particular way. Basically, he is going to fight you, and he is going to let you win. Both you and him must make sure that the Teen Titans see this: the idea being that they will be impressed enough with your combat skills to let you join their group."

"Sounds good to me. When do me and Deathstroke get to do battle?"

"He will decide that. Just be prepared."

"Right." It looks like Stealth wants to say something, but I haven't finished yet.

"Oh, and one other thing." I say, interrupting her before she even starts talking. "There was another mercenary on my list of potential employees, a girl called "Lash". It seems that she is already known to the Teen Titans, and to make matters worse she is also currently in the area: both of these things make her a potential threat to our mission. Be wary of her."

I hang up before Stealth can respond.

[TeenTitansGO!]

(OOC: Crow, since you picked up on my phone number cue, could you please pick up on my conversation that I started?)

[Crowgirl]

OOC: Sure.

IC: Jinx
8:33 AM
Day 1

"Erm..." I glance at the dark man next to me. "I'm busy. I've got a job."

"Well, get out of it."

"I'm not sure I want to," I know this is gonna get me into trouble, but I say it anyway. "I'm getting paid double for this than what you normally pay me and..."

I can't say anything else. In a swift movement, the man next to me grabs my communicator and crushes it.

"Hey!"

"What? You wanted to get out of that job, didn't ya?" He grins.

I smirk, maybe this guy isn't so bad. I stick out my hand. "Jinx."

He shakes it, "Silas."

[TeenTitansGO!]

IC: DeathstrokeTime: 8:34 AM
Place: Somewhere in Jump City (I'm can't decide where)

"Jinx. Jinx? Ms. Jinx!"

Where is she? It must have been that other voice I heard. Suddenly my phone rings. Strange. It's not supposed to be able to be traced. Awkwardly I pick up, wondering how all these strange happenings are getting by me today.

"Hello," I say without the slightest inquisitive tone.

"Oh, don't try to hide it from me Mr. Deathstroke. You know I have you boggled."

"Why, yes, you do, but I needn't ask how you got this number, for you probably knew I was going to be making that call I just made. Once again, I assume that you knew about that call in the first place. With tht knwoledge revealed, you also knew that Ms. Jinx's companion would do something as strange as disabling her from communicating with myself. How? I should never know, but what I can say is--"

"That I get around."

"Well, in short, yes. That was precisely what I was getting at."

"Go on."

"Now you expect me to ask you kindly to please stop prying into my business. But I won't, because I know that even if I ask you, you will either ignore me or appoint my position in this little endeavor to another, more fitting candidate."

"Wow! I must say that I'm impressed. To have figured out my small part in this incident in such a short time must have required great skill. Now knowing that you have such a skill, I assume you know what to do next."

"Most definitely."

"Then I shall see you tomorrow, Mr. Slade. I shall see you tomorrow."

"Good day, Sir."

"Good day to you too, Deathstroke."

***

(Jump to 9:31 Am)

I approach the small door almost silently. No one can know I am here for everyone I encountered is either dead or unconscious, and the amateur security cameras this place set up are of no use anymore. Firmly, I reach for the door, but it opens before I can set my hand on the knob. A seemingly teen-aged girl stands inside.

"I presume you to be this 'Stealth.'"

"Do you?"

"I do, and I presume that you already knew I was here because those cameras I disabled weren't the complex's cameras but yours."

"Oh, you are amazing."

"Oh, and you had better understand that flattery is not my soft spot. I have none."

The girl smirks a simple gesture, and turns to lead me end. There is another behind her. My eyes are met by hers, and I am reminded of someone. I can't put my finger on it, but I know it is someone I am to be wary of. Suddenly, it dawns on me, and the manila folder in my hand holds a higher meaning.

[Faethie]

IC: Lash
Day 1
9:30 AM

Hmm. An hour ago Stealth talked to her employer. Stealth seems to be very free with me, she told me that he said I was a threat of some sort. I just laughed. I mean really, I'm no threat, unless you're the enemy. From what I can tell this employer of hers has some nerve. He's in for some trouble later, I can tell you that. Anyhow Stealth and I just talked a bit for the past hour, and Stealth has avoided our earlier conversation.
Now someone else has walked through the door. I caught the name- Deathstroke, I believe. A very showy name. Hmm. As soon as he walked through the door I looked him in the eye. From what I can tell he thinks of me as a threat of some sort, and I believe the same of him. I don't know what his problem is, but I better be on my guard, cause I don't trust him. And yet, he reminds me of someone. But who?!

"Good day Deathstroke." I say as warmly as I can.

"And the same to you." He retorts.

There's an uncomfortable feeling throughout the room, and both he and I feel it. I just hope that I can get what I want, cause if I don't get my way, someone is gonna feel some pain.

[Crowgirl]

OOC: TTR4, could you post before I post again? It'd help me a lot.

[TeenTitansGO!]

OK I'll pick this up since it's been a while since anyone's posted.

Time: 9:45
IC: Deathstroke
Location: Stealth's Apartment


Silence is not my game. THat's what I've been sitting in for the past few minutes now, waiting for someone to give way and speak their mind. Doesn't sound like anyone but me is brave enough, so I state my plea.

"Could we get rid of her?"
"Who?" the two say in unison.

A simple chortle is my reply for the moment, but neither can pick out my meaning.

"I meant this insolent, arrogant coward who relies on objects to help her fight. At least you, Ms. Stealth, have some background in the arts."

A questioning look comes across Stealth's face.
"Listen. She's OK, that file means--"
"What was that Mr. Creepy?!" bursts this...Lash. She stands up with her hand on her belt. "You wanna test me?"
"Finally," I say, as I have been longing to battle this one since we met, but not for my employer's good. No, I just want to pound her face in because she comes across to me as arrogant. "Let's Go."
"Come on, show-off."

I pull out my staff and swing it at the closest breakable object. My taunt destroys a large lamp behind me.

"NO!" The other girl stands up with her hands out. "As much as I'd like to see you duke it out, we have obligations."
"Not her," I retort.
"Very well, but could you at least take it outside?"
"Understood."

I pace to the and swing it wide open.
"Come...girl."

I walk out the door, slamming it shut behind me. She better be following.

[Faethie]

(OOC: TTGO-nice avatar. And by the way, I don't really know much about Deathstroke-only what I've read on Titanstower.net-so the way I'll portray him won't be the best. :sweat: Sorry)

IC: Lash
Time: 9:45 AM
Location: Outside Stealth's apartment

Yeah, me and my big mouth. I'm glad though; I've been longing to battle this guy since he walked in-and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. And yet, maybe it wasn't a good idea. Still- Deathstroke has no idea what's coming to him. But then again- I have no idea what the hell this guy is gonna dish out.

"You wanna do this thing?" Deathstroke smirks. Ugh! I just wanna tear into his skin. The funny thing is- I don't rely on the objects I use. I just use them to make things easier. I am a black belt, after all, in karate. Seems Deathstroke hasn't done enough homework.

"Bring it on!" I retort. I pull out my whip, but I have a feeling it isn't going to help me very much. I'm guessing the element of 'surprise' will come very much in handy in this-test of strength.

So the battle begins.

I charge at Deathstroke, pressing a button on my armband which will make me faster and will allow me to-defy gravity at will. I start to strike at him with my whip, but an idea pops into my head. I retract it and jump over Deathstroke, then striking the blow across his shoulders. Deathstroke whirls around and I feel a punch against my chest that sends my skidding across the ground a few feet. As Deathstroke begins to charge again I try to whip him across the face-but my whip isn't coming in handy today. In fact, its ruining my chance to win. Deathstroke catches the whip in midair, and I press a button on it. With a smirk I watch Deathstroke get electrocuted, but Deathstroke gathers enough strength to keep his grasp on my whip and twirled it around quickly, then letting go; sending me and my whip flying through the ground. The shock was enough to catch me off my guard for a minute, but, still flying in midair, I lash the whip out, attaching it to a nearby tree, and, letting it go, I drop to the ground on my feet. I set up a stance. With or without my tools, I can beat this guy- I hope. He probably thinks I'm just some flimsy teenager who's a computer whiz that relies on tools and not my strength or wit. But, to tell the truth, it's my wit that's gotten me out of sticky situations-such as these- and I can take a lot of crap without feelin it one bit-and I have proof of that from the marks that are written across my body, the lashes that gave me the spirit I have.

"Give up yet Deathstroke? Or are you just surprised that I could take that? I'm a lot tougher than I look." I laugh.

"Give up? I'm just getting warmed up!" Deathstroke retorts. Geez, that dude is mad. He really needs to chill out.

[Matt A]

IC: Chairman Drek
Day 1, 9:46 AM

Okay, now this is bad.

I doubt that Stealth's ever noticed that I've got her apartment wired with enough cameras and microphones to let me make my own big-budget Holostar blockbuster. After all, I do my homework, and I do it well: I already knew everything about her before I'd even first made contact with her. Same with Lash and Deathstroke, too.

That, I think, is the problem. I knew from the get-go that Lash would be a liability if she was even within twenty miles of Jump City. Someone that arrogant and self-obsessed is pretty much unemployable, their own ego ensuring that any operation they stumble across will automatically get screwed. Of course, this pretty much guaranteed that she'd wind up getting in my way, and now she has.

Deathstroke is another matter, or at least he should be. I'd had him pinned down as someone who I could rely on to do their job quietly and effectively, someone who would get their job done. Except I seem to have underestimated him: based on the pointless brawl that he's now started, I'd say he's just as much of an idiot as his opponent. My plan depended on Deathstroke acting like a professional, and if he can't do that then all my hard work is going to go down the toilet.

That's why I'm worried.

I've only got one chance to salvage things, even though my back-up plan may well be the biggest bullet-in-foot of them all. I dial a number into my wrist-fone, and after nearly a dozen rings the guy on the other end picks up. He's using a stupid old non-visual phone, so he can't see me and I can't see him. Actually, that'll work to my advantage...

"Teen Titans Headquarters." the man says, sounding like you'd expect him to sound when he's been woken up by a ringing phone at half-nine in the morning.

"Is this Robin?"

"Yes it is. Who are you?"

"That isn't important. What is important is what I'm about to tell you: I have some concrete evidence on the current location of two of your most dangerous opponents."

Robin suddenly seems much more awake. "I'm listening..."

[TeenTitansGO!]

(OOC: VG, The Deathstroke thing is ok. If you pick up Family Lost TP of Teen Titans, then you'll get a good image of Deathstroke and some really cool info on Raven and stuff. Mate, That was amazing, I'm not even gonna try and pick up on that cue. I think it's "Stealth's" turn.)

[Faethie]

(OOC: Thanks TTG! And seeing what WM figured out-sweet move, My Master-looks like Lash and Deathsroke are gonna have a lot of fun...)

[Rae]

IC: Stealth
Day 1
Time - 9:55

I finally have time to think the whole Lash thing through. She and Deathstroke are currently fighting just outside my door. Although it was my idea that they take the fight outside, I didn’t actually think they would. In that position I wouldn’t have bothered, but I guess I’m not as proud.

Unfortunately I have a feeling that they’ll attract unwanted attention. I know I should go outside and stop them but I’m not sure I want to get between them.

I use my powers to split myself into two. “I should go out there and stop them,” I say.

“But stepping between them wouldn’t necessarily be the best idea either,” my other self says.

“They’re going to attract a crowd, and if that’s the case then the Titans won’t take long to get here.”

“Then we should get out of here now, before they arrive, that way we don’t get seen and risk the mission.”

“It’ll also mean we won’t have to make a decision about Lash, unless she escapes and tracks us down again.”

“But by then we should have infiltrated the Titans.”

Then it hit me, both of me at the same time. “Now?”

“Now. It’ll be following the plan, just slightly different than planned.”

“Then lets go.”

I join my selves together and head for the door, hiding my glaive behind it and picking up a bow staff, that was slightly top heavy. I then think to myself, not for the first time, the term schizophrenia could be used lightly on me.

[Agent S7]

OOC: I'm back! :D Anyway, I want to give a little recap of what's been going on: Returi Mordru (me) has a crystal which will, if placed on a dark altar in a hidden chamber under Gotham City, will open a gateway to Hell if one bleeds a powerful being (Such as Batman, Superman or Returi himself) there.
I, wanting to trick the Joker into doing this for me ('cause if you do it, you get devoured by demonic forces), stupidly broke him out of Arkham. In short, he captured me instead of Batman, whom I planned for him to capture, and is planning to open the gateway to Hell at midnight. Evil, huh? So, although neither I nor VG have posted lately, I felt like I must. So, here I am. I have returned!
EDIT: I forgot to mention, the Inmates have taken over the Asylum, too. For "Day One", this has been quite...eventful.

IC: Returi Mordru
Day 1
Time-10:00 AM

The time comes when a man--or boy, in this case, must face his fate.
I know not where I am, or how I came to be here, but I am in a cold white room. A padded cell?
My half-unconcious mind sprints through the hallways of my mind, trying to make sense of it all.
I remember...
The plan has failed. The Joker has captured me. I was a fool to trust the Clown Prince.
A fool, like the clown himself
I've been drugged, and my mind is weary. It's a possibility that if I store enough magic power in the back of my mind, I can send a telepathic message to someone sensitive enough to notice, or someone smartr enough to rescue me.
Why did I trust him?
My father would never make that mistake. Of course, he wouldn't preform the ritual to open a gateway to Hell himself. He'd get eaten alive by demons.
Who could be that stupid?
10:15 AM

[redDragon]

OOC: Ok I'm going to make an in-thread post about this because you guys just aren't getting it.


THIS THREAD IS PG.

You know what that means? No swearing. I'm tired of seeing swearing in these RPGs when they are PG. I've been nice about just poking you guys about it considering that these are RPGs and the low number of forum viewers but no more. Any and all swearing will get you a warning.

[Crowgirl]

OOC: Well, since it looks like TTR4 isn't going to post...

IC: Jinx
Time: 8:36 AM
Day 1

Finally, we have reached our destination. A tall, menacining looking black door with a gleaming silver knob. Silas, whom I have been lightly chatty with, opens the door wide enough for us to slip in. He gestures for me to go inside as he holds the door open for me.

Quite the gentleman.

I walk inside. The room itself is darker than the hallway. It only holds two chairs that sit in front of a stained wooden desk about three and a half feet high. Behind that, there is a black leather chair facing the back wall. I can only see the top of the head of the chair's occupant.

"Please sit." The person says. The voice is high-pitched, yet I can't tell if the person is a man or a woman. The voice is cold, yet I can't tell if the person is trying to be friendly or not. The voice is mesmerizing, so I have no choice but to follow it's request.

"I have a mission for the two of you," The voice continues after we make ourselves comfy in the chairs, "So for now, you two should consider yourselves partners."

Silas and I glance at each other, gaping. I do not want to work with him! I can barely get along with him.

"No objections? Good." The voice continues. No objections? I beg to differ!

"This mission should not take long. You both will be paid very well if it is done correctly. All I need you to do is intercept a mission that will foil my plan that... will cause a bang. The four members of the operation you need to intercept are in these files. Outside, a jet is waiting for the two of you. It will take you to Jump City, where your work will be done."

My employer tossed five manilla folders into the air, and all five landed in my lap. Whoever this person is, they've got a good arm.

"As you probably can tell, Miss Jinx, there are five folders, not four. The fifth folder contains your instructions for this assignment. Please do not look at these folders now, but wait until you are on the jet.

"Good day to you both, you are now excused."

[Faethie]

OOC: Rae, I have no clue how to pick up your post. I mean, I know how, but....I'd rather not. I"m too lazy. I'll wait for TTG, who writes ay better than me.:)

[Rae]

OOC: Since no one else appears to be posting i'll add a little bit to the mixture!

IC: Stealth
Day 1
Time: 10:01

I walk quickly out of my apartment and to the streets outside. I’ve ditched my sunglasses and black coat with the variety of hidden pistols and blades in the pockets. Hopefully, since I’ll be armed with just a bow staff, the Titans will be more trusting than if I’m armed with a blade or guns.

I see Lash and Deathstroke going at it and try to decide when to make my move. I don’t want to get involved too early, as the fight will finish before the Titans get here, but if I enter too late then they’ll get here before I’ve even had a swing.

I close my eyes and open my ears to distant sounds, not quite sure of what I’m listening for, but hoping I get lucky. Obviously my luck’s on the good side as I pick up some interesting conversation.

“What do you mean we got up early because of an anonymous tip!” cries out a voice and I smile. “I need my beauty sleep!”

“Apparently there are two of our most wanted crooks fighting a couple of block’s away. If this is true, then it’s an ideal chance to take them down,” a voice points out and I recognise it as the voice of Robin, leader of the Titans. They’re not too far away and they’ll be here in a couple of minutes.

I open my eyes and watch as Lash and Deathstroke exchange a few hits. Then I see my ideal opening and rush at them, spinning my bow staff rapidly as I approach.

[TeenTitansGO!]

IC: Deathstroke

Time: Day 1, 10:02
Location: Streets outside apartment


What's this?

Here I am, actually about to win this fight when this buffoon comes at me with a bo-staff. What is she doing? I study her slowly; she has no other weapons. Where are her blades; her gun?

"AH!" I'm hit in the jaw by a fist that comes out of nowhere. This Lash is laughing at me and mocking me. "DON'T mock me."

I deliver her a kick to the stomach and she's knocked cold on the ground. She's knocked out.

Then they come. THe tires squeal and the vehicle comes into view. Yes. The TItans are here...THE FOOLS! I already have a foe here.

ONce again caught off guard Stealth's bo-staff nabs me in the legs and I fall to the ground. The Titans step out of their car, mouths gaping and the girl introduces herself.

"Stealth."

[rrarbecy]

I'm fresh out of ideas for this thing, so if somebody else wants to be the Joker, they're more than welcome to take over for me. Much more than welcome.

[TeenTitansGO!]

NO NO Becy PLEASE COME BACK. Last time someone said that, they closed the TT thread! BOME CACK...I mean COme back!(:D )

[Crowgirl]

:crying:

[Faethie]

OOC:No. I'm not going to let you do that DJ! If you're out of ideas, I can help with that. I'm stubborn dang it! This should help bro....

IC: Lash

Time: Day 1, around 12 PM
Location: Jail

I open my eyes to find myself in a dark, stinking, room. The last thing I remember would be Deathstroke delivering a blow, hitting me in the stomach, and the world spinning around me. Jerk.
I stand up and look ver at my cell mate. Deathstroke, the last person I wanted to see. Lucky me. A mischevious grin spreads across my face as I walk over and kick Deathstroke, who was laying on the floor without moving. Obvoiusly he wasn't as asleep as I suspected. As soon as my foot delivers the kick Deathstroke grabs it and throws me against the wall. I feel my head hit the wall as Deathstroke walks briskly towards me. I flip over and stnad in front of him, my fists clenched.

"You wanna finish this thing?!" I challenge.

"Gladly." is his reply.

"Hey, keep it down over there you two!" a guard yells at us. We probably would kill each other if it wasn't for him.

Deathstroke walks away to the end of the room as I slouch down against the cold wall. I put my hand to my belt. All my stuff's still there! My God, can these police get any worse! No wonder those Teen Titans get paid so much! These buffoons are asking to get murdered! I look around trying to figure out a way to get out of here.

"You should ask him for help." a voice inside my head argues.

"Why?! I don't need any! Besides, he's my enemy!" The other part replies.

"You do too! It's your pride talking again. C'mon, at least you both are on the same side."

"On the same side?! Are you crazy?!!!!"

"NO! You both are criminals. Just go ask him for help."

"noooooo!!"

"GO!!"

I rise and go over to Deathstroke, and I hesitantly stick my hand out.

"Truce?" I ask, for once with a hint of humbleness in my voice.

"For now." Is his reply as he shakes my hand not too heartily.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I grin.

"Anyways, I have a plan." I say, pulling out a communicator and pressing some buttons.

"Uncle J? It's Allie. Are you busy at the moment? No? Could you lend me a hand? I need some help. I'm in Jump City jail with a...friend" I say, coughing while saying the word 'friend' about Deathstroke, who, as far as I'm concerned, isn't "And we can get out, but I need someone to cover us. You don't mind, do ya? No? Thanks." I smile as I hang up.

Deathstroke raises an eyebrow.

"An old friend of mine seems to have decided to help us out. But, uh, he'd like a little help in return..."

[Faethie]

:p ugh double post.
no one has posted in a while so....post!!

[Matt A]

If I had any ideas, I'd put 'em in. But I need Rae's input before I can be that helpful.:sweat:

-Matt A-

[Rae]

If I had any ideas, I'd put 'em in. But I need Rae's input before I can be that helpful.:sweat:

-Matt A-Don't worry, I'm working on it, but it's a bit jerky at the moment

Rae

[Agent S7]

OOC: I kinda wish someone would go ahead and save me from the Joker already.
Which brings up a point: An All-Villians RPG was, in a way, destined to turn out like this. Villians have nasty habits, like working alone or killing each other, and that can really mess up an RPG.
I'd like to wait a week or so before I quit this RPG, in case things get better. If not, then I might have to say I'm out. It's not that I don't like the idea and you guys in this RPG, it's just become more of a chore than actual fun.
Other people who feel this way, please be honest.
~s7

[Rae]

IC: Stealth
Day 1
Time: 11:03am (because i can't really leave Returi captured until 12ish)

“So who are you?” asks a voice and I look up into the eyes of the Teen Titans Leader, Robin.


“My name’s Stealth,” I reply, but I have already told them that.


“What’s your real name?” he asks, and I don’t actually want to tell him that.


“What’s yours?” I ask, trying to make it sound like plain curiosity, but he gets the point.


“So, what are your powers?”


This is where I have to be careful. I don’t want to tell him everything, but I’ve got be fairly honest otherwise he’ll see through the lies. Also, the rumour on the streets is that Raven is a lie detector. I don’t think I’ll risk it.


“I can become invisible,” I reply. “I also have really good hearing and sight. And I can split myself into two, but I’m not that good at it yet.” I think I’ll keep the deactivating of security systems bit to myself.


“Where are you from?” he asks. Why doesn’t he just ask me the obvious question, why was I at the crime scene?


“I was born in Steel City,” I reply, the truth. “But I’ve been moving around a lot lately.”


“Why were you…” he starts, but is interrupted by a really loud blaring. I’m just going to take a really wild guess and say that is the thing that informs them about trouble.


“Robin, hurry up!” Cyborg yells through the door. “Apparently all hell is breaking loose or something.”


“I’m on my way!” he calls back and then turns to me. “You’re coming with us. Think of it as a test. If you perform well enough we may consider letting you join the team.”


“Really?” I ask, false excitement in my voice. “You won’t regret this!” I tell him and follow him out of the room. I can’t help think that this is way too easy.

[TeenTitansGO!]

Well, since it looks as if this is going to close up, would anyone have any cares if I turned the plot into a fanfiction? Eh? Just speak up and I won't. Or we could just continue the RPG.

[Matt A]

I say continue it. I'm still up for doing a bit more, but I don't have the time just this second. Maybe tomorrow morning.;)

-Matt A-

[Matt A]

OOC: I said I'd post, and now I have.:anime::anime::anime:

IC: Chairman Drek
Day One, 11:03AM

Stuck behind my desk, I can't help but laugh. I know that laughing at your own success is bad practise for a supervillain, but, just this once, I think I'm entitled. At long last, things seem to going to plan!

Thanks to the camera that's been planted on Stealth's person, I've now got an inside view of Titans Tower, and what's currently going on there. All she needs to do is help them with one simple mission, and I'll have my inside girl...and my money. I placed my trust in the right girl, I think.

Just out of idle curiosity, I play around with my computer to see what my employee will be doing. According to the Gotham City police department, a minor villain known as "The Joker" is all set to unleash hell. Literally.

Umm...wait a second.

As good as Stealth seems to be, I don't think that she can cope with the armies of Hell itself. Even with the Teen Titans by her side, she's not going to stand a chance.

So long to my money...

Actually, no. There is one person who can help her...

...Me.

[TeenTitansGO!]

IC: Deathstroke
Time: 11:47
Location: Jail...for now


I seem to know the man that is unlocking my cell at the moment. Actually, I've met him, and so has about 30% of GOtham City. The Joker isn't exactly all that shy of a super-villain. I Just never thought I'd be working with him; never wanted to be working with him. But that's what you get on a mission to destroy useless teenage stuck-ups. Lash would be included in my six person list.

Why does Lash even know how to get a hold of this guy? Sounds like she knows him pretty well though.

"I've not been a trouble, JJ?"
"Oh, no love," he says cackling, "why I've only been waiting for something to do today. Hahaha! Ms. Harley and I have been anxiously awaiting an eventful afternoon!"

He turns to me with his rather annoying smile.
"I'm sorry I could provide you with that."