i_imagine When the Earth Shakes... [Open log for ALL]
The first thought Kyle had when he felt the earth shake was, 'Damn. There aren't any signs up about how to handle earthquakes. We never had earthquake drills'. Then he looked at his light board which had fallen off of his desk smashed to the floor, and thought, 'Fuck.'
Then he saw the smoke.
That was when he finally thought to stand up and look away from his desk. How were his coworkers handling the impromptu earthquake. Or whatever it was. They weren't handling it very well at all, actually. For all he could see, they were running through the resulting smoke like chickens with their heads cut off. Kyle couldn't really blame them; they probably weren't used to stuff like this. Hell, he wasn't even completely used to stuff like this.
The art department for The City's newspaper was on one of the lower floors, so when Kyle finally got his wits together and started yelling and ushering people out of the doors, he could at least have some comfort in knowing they all had a good chance of getting out safely. No one seemed to notice when he backed away from the stairwell and ran back into the main area of the floor where all the artists had their desks set up.
He moved slowly through the smoke, making sure no one else was trapped in the room and once he was relatively sure, he raised his hand. A green gas mask covered his face, and Kyle took a deep breath, hoping that he hadn't already inhaled too much smoke. Next he created a lantern, which shined brightly through the smoke, allowing him to move quickly to the large windows.
Where was the smoke coming from? Kyle wasn't immediately sure, but he was definitely leaning more towards an explosion now. He just didn't know from where. Looking out of the windows, he could see smoke pouring from some of the lowers floors as well, and a slightly grey tinge in the air above make him think that something had to going on on the higher floors as well. Across the street people were pouring out of another office building and onto the street, pointing up at both buildings. Grey smoke was pouring from their windows as well.
The building shook again, and this time Kyle could hear an explosion coming from upstairs. It was time to get out.
Kyle backed away from the window, back into the smoke where he was sure no one would be able to see him as a green glow engulfed his body. When it died down, he was suited up completely, mask included. He had to help somehow.
Though, as he started breaking through the window so that he could fly out, Kyle couldn't help but hope that some of the other heroes in this place had heard the explosions. Because he was pretty damn sure that alone he wasn't going to be much good.
OOC: Just a note, as stated before, everyone can participate in this, whether your character wants to be a bystander or wants to try to rescue people or even wants to try and make the situation worse. Any of those options is cool! NPCs may even come and interact with your characters.
Don't worry. Something will come of this. So yes. Post!
From: [info]i_jest Date: 03/12/2006 12:42:26
Explosions!
Explosions were Jack's favorite thing. Next to mutilations, that is. He loved explosions. He loved them more if he was the one causing them, but seemingly random explosions were really just as good!
He flitted - yes, flitted - through the streets, giggling every time something else exploded.
It was like. His birthday. Or Christmas. Somebody was giving him wonderful presents, and they didn't even know it! Who could this somebody be? Jack wanted to thank them. To congratulate them. Oh the wonderous joyful joy of the smoke and the fire and the parts of building raining down upon The City!
He loved the panic on the faces of those fleeing. He loved the destruction. He loved the chaos.
And all just in time for him feeling better.
If he could find Jesse in this, it'd be even better! Jesse! That bastard! He wouldn't ruin this day.
Jack wondered what kind of heros might show up to try and stop this and save people and ruin all the good fun.
From: [info]i_amangels Date: 03/15/2006 01:55:48
It was harder to tell what was going on when he was invisible. Proginoskes was considerate enough to figure that Jesse didn't need a ball of wings and eyes following him around everywhere, so he was spending some time on his own.
It was hard to tell when there was an earthquake when you didn't actually touch the ground, so it wasn't until the people near him started freaking out, and that buildings started exploding that he realized something was wrong.
A split second of concentration, and he blinked into existence, as many eyes as possible wide open in order to see what was going on, just in time to get hit on... the... head by a large chunk of building.
Half a dozen eyes crossed and his vision went wobbly.
There was a bright whoosh of indignant flame, and he threw his wings and wings and wings up into the air in a show of sullenness and disappeared again.
Eddie had been enjoying his hot dog, and his Pepsi. Okay, maybe he had lost his friends - and he was still holding out hope that this was a temporary thing - but this place, wherever this place was, it had hot dogs. Real honest to goodness, best not to think about what kind of meat is in them, hot dogs.
How he had managed to get the hot dog and the Pepsi was the strangest thing, he had been starting at the hot dog vendor, listening to his stomach rumble and he had put a hand into his pants pocket, and there had been money there. Enough money for a hot dog and a Pepsi. Eddie Dean wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he had used the money to buy himself a snack.
So he was standing there, eating his snack when ... the building he was standing across from exploded.
"Oh shit."
Thus, Eddie commenced trying to shove all the hot dog into his mouth at once. Someone needed to do something, someone needed to phone the fire department, or call ambulances or something (It was debatable about weather Eddie Dean was a fool or not, but he did know that he was not going to be a whole lot of help here, unless someone needed shooting, than Eddie could lend a hand).
Something shiny and glittering on the sidewalk caught his eye, a quarter! Great, he scooped it up and looked around, not to find a payphone, surly the authorities where on their way, but hey, Eddie could play good citizen, he could call 9-1-1.
Helena felt the explosions from the coffee shop across the street from her office. She'd looked up just in time to spot someone flying overhead, and realize that whatever was going on needed a hero.
She knew there was only so much she could do, but she also highly doubted she'd be the only one, and anything she could do to help... well, she'd damn well try. Not to mention that she wasn't the type to just stand idly by.
In the chaos as people inside the coffee shop turned to watch the explosions, she slipped into the bathroom, donning her leather catsuit, before disappearing out the window.
Once outside, she ran towards the courthouse, which could, no doubt, be a target.
As she nearly made it there, another explosion sounded as something flew overhead and the top levels of the courthouse blew.
She spotted a man on the sidewalk, in the path of the debris, and quickly threw herself at him, attempting to shield him from it.
[[OOC: hope you don't mind the small maneuvering of Eddie. If you do, let me know and I'll rewrite :)]]
Eddie would have gotten out of the way, he could be quick when he wanted to be (and he was not going to get creamed by a piece of stray masonry, that was not how he was dying, or at least that's what he told himself) but the whole; will he or won't he get out of the way of the flying stone and mortar became a moot point. Because someone knocked him out of the way. Someone dressed in … something.
Eddie hit the ground hard, all the wind left his lungs in a whoosh, but his hand instinctively went to his side, drawing Roland's pistol. Maybe this wasn't an attack maybe it wasn't, but his nerves where shot.
"Halloween come early?" Gasped out as he tried to suck air back into his lungs.
She had jumped to her feet as quickly as she'd knocked him out of the way, senses on full alert, but fortunately the debris seemed to have stopped falling... for now. She reached out a hand to help the man up but he had already gotten to his feet, and was now pointing a gun directly at her forehead.
Mentally she calculated just how quickly she would have to move to retrieve the crossbow from her boot, or even a batarang from her belt. Not quickly enough to dodge a bullet. It would be easy to knock it out of his hand, but as he had not fired yet, and his posture asserted that he was on the defensive, not the offensive, the Huntress spread her hands out in surrender.
"Nice way to thank someone for saving your life," she shot back at him, ignoring the Halloween comment... for now. Clearly he hadn't been here that long.
“Well that’s open for debate, I would have moved.” He kept the gun pointed at her and than sighed, and slid it back into it’s holster. “But you get points for trying, and A for effort if you will. Eddie of New York, or Eddie Dean whatever tickles your fancy.” Fast draw, faster mouth. He thought the last part, but had decided for once, not to voice every thought that happened to cross his mind.
"You can call me Huntress, of Gotham City," Helena introduced herself. "And next time I see you in danger, I'll just have to wait and see how long it takes you to protect yourself then." the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, even as she fought to keep the stoic expression learned from years of watching her father as Batman.
"Gotham ..." Wait, that was the same as New York wasn't it? Well maybe in her when people called New York, Gotham. Different strokes for different folks. “Huntress, nice name. Rolls right off the tongue it does.” Weird name, weird costume, made sense. “Well you won’t have to wait long ‘fore you see me in danger again, if things have a habit of exploding around here.”
"That's just it. Things don't generally explode around here. Today's just..." she frowned, looking back to him. "I take it you're new here then?" she asked.
"Today is intresting?" He offered glancing up and watching as ... soome guy in red tights took on some green thing.
"Just off the boat you could say. You know as intresting as this all is, I think I'm going to beat a hasty retreat." He didn't want to get hit by falling peices of building
"That's one way to describe it," she consented with a nod.
Frowning, she realized that if he was new, there were things he'd need to be aware of first. He did, however, seem unphased by the transport to a new City, which was odd in itself. And she didn't feel entirely guilty about letting him run off on his own as he seemed perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
"Well, Eddie Dean of New York, welcome to the City." she held out her hand to shake his. "Do be careful-it's dangerous around here on a good day, and the streets and buildings tend to change."
"Well that's new and intresting. The changing buildings, I'll .. keep an eye on it. Nice to meet you Huntress of Gotham." He took her hand and gave a shake. "See you around."
The City was confusing, but Tara loved it. Change was her element [well actually, earth was, but she was speaking figuratively. Not that she could even spell ‘figuratively’] and though she was new in the City, and she couldn’t leave it [which was obnoxious, but for the moment she didn’t have to or want to leave, so it was okay] she was able to accept it better than most. It seemed to like her, too, and she was having the best of luck in the place. She found a pass to the YMCA so she could clean up a bit without people thinking she homeless, and after that someone had dropped twenty bucks on the street without even noticing. Sure, Tara should have returned it, but they didn’t look like the needed it, or even notice. Finders were keepers.
But her luck seemed to dry up when she felt the familiar tremoring of the earth beneath her feet as she walked on the crosswalk. Oh shit, did I cause that? She thought very self-consciously. It had been a long, long time before her emotions got so out of control her powers acted up, but something similar had happened there too. No, it wasn’t her, she wasn’t yellow and she wasn’t upset, but there were still explosions and aftershocks and screaming people all around her. Damn karma, it was probably because she took that pass and twenty.
So now she had to make up for it. Tara put on her trusty goggles, grabbed her thick leather gloves from her jeans, and without a second thought she was fifteen feet up, crouching low on a large piece of floating rock. But shit, it probably wasn’t a good idea to have a huge hole in the middle of the street while smoke from crashed buildings were getting thicker. Squinting, Terra [her alias really didn’t matter, but for some reason she felt more comfortable in that doing good-citizen work] propelled a large slate of concrete from the buildings over the hole. It was uneven, but it would have to work.
As soon as she finished her last reap she found several post-its on her apartment floor. Weren't there any other reapers around? How was she supposed to do this by herself? How was she supposed to find them all in the chaos? The whole inside of her right arm was covered in post-it notes.
Well, it was either soul shaped bits of guck, or non guck shaped souls. And since she didn't have to worry about dying, as she was already dead, well...
She ran into the building to go play hero. There weren't any rules against helping people that weren't on her post-it notes. At least, not that George didn't know of.
Suckage. Lots of suckage. This job. Suck.
From: [info]i_amjustme Date: 03/12/2006 22:26:10
No, George wasn't the only reaper around. She was just the only one who needed post-its to help her sort things out. Death was a long-standing professional at her job, and was walking calmly through the crowd, taking the souls that needed to be taken as she did.
She saw the young reaper working her way through the sleeve of sticky notes and gave her an encouraging smile. Not bad for a newbie.
George was even getting some of her reaps before they meant their untimely death. Go her. Of course, some of them she pulled when they were already a bit crispy but for that she apologized a few hundred times before they pranced off to whatever after life they were entitled to.
It was then she the other reaper. Someone new? Or not new? Her new boss?
Huh? Who was----
THA-THOOOMP!
Part of the building collapsed on George. Fire and all. Good thing she healed fast. Yep, this was one sucky day at work. She muttered as she tried to crawl out from under the debris, protecting the post-it notes with her unlife.
From: [info]i_amjustme Date: 03/12/2006 22:44:46
Death grasped the hands of one soul, and one reapers, and pulled both out of the rubble at the same time. The soul required no dusting off, but it thought it did, so Death brushed off some flecks of debris from the insubstantial ghost before adjusting George's shirt back to normal.
A few softly spoken words, and the soul was headed off to her version of paradise. And then Death turned to George. "Hey. Be careful there. That kind of thing tends to hurt." She winced at a jagged tear in the girl's blouse, and frowned. "Ick. I can sew that up for you later. Back to work for now."
And she moved on, plucking souls from under the debris as she picked her way through.
Yuck. At least the parts of her skin that got a little too close with the fire looked more like a sun burn by the time Death helped her up.
"Uh yeah.. work. You're a reaper too, then? Cuz... Chicago disappeared."
Everyone at Happy Times seemed to think they'd always been in the City. Only George realized that something was different, unless, George had gone crazy. But the other reaper would know, wouldn't she?
Oh! Soul! George leaned in to touch them. The man would be dead in a few moments when he took a wrong turn trying to get out of the building, but at least his soul would be okay.
From: [info]i_amjustme Date: 03/12/2006 23:00:31
Death gave a shrug and a smile. "Lots of places disappeared. We're here now. Still doing what it is we do."
She glanced up to where a pillar was about to tumble, and then looked down at a young boy who was trying to pull his teddy bear out from under the debris. She brushed his hair back, and gave him a smile, which he returned, albeit tearfully. But a moment later, after the smoke had settled, those with eyes to see could spot the boy happily hugging his treasured bear, and Death nudging him towards a playground that had appeared, just for him.
George was never very good at just accepting things. Ever.
"What about Rube! And Mason! And Daisy! And Roxy! Or my family... okay, okay, I know I'm not supposed to see them, but... they're just gone!? All of them!? Everything!? That's bullshit!"
George followed Death in a huff, expecting more answers.
From: [info]i_amjustme Date: 03/12/2006 23:17:41
Death didn't blink at the vulgarity. She was calm, even cheerful still. "Oh, they're still there. In Chicago. In some respects, so are you." She smiled. "You're just, here."
It was a simple concept to understand, if you weren't pig-headed. Death shrugged. "Not much to be done about it now. No way to leave this place. And we're kind of needed. If you hadn't noticed."
Authorities were on their way even before Eddie had reached the payphone to dial 911, and the first to arrive were Fire Trucks and various cop cars. It was about seven minutes into the explosions when they arrived, one patrol car standing out in particular. It came closest to the scene, and out of the driver's side came a hurried Sara Pezzini. Her partner stayed in the car, communicating through radio how the scene was turning out.
Looking up at the girl flying and throwing huge blocks of rock around, Sara had to blink. Was the smoke already getting to her? Then again, she'd seen a whole lot more since the Witchblade had found her. Hands on her hips, she turned to watch as fire fighters hurried to do their job. Turning away, she tried to clear the scene like a good police officer.
"Everyone, MOVE!" An order for the groups of people that had gathered. "Get out of here!" She ignored the Witchblade's nagging to do the same.
From: [info]i_assist Date: 03/13/2006 19:44:49
What the hell. Max was so not equipped for explosions. Not at the moment anyway. Right now, she was fully equipped for eating lunch. She knew she wasn't supposed to be out on The City streets alone, but eating the stuff out of the cafeteria for another day was probably going to kill her.
She'd gotten safely to the deli, no issues what so ever, but then the building across the street had exploded. And the one two building down.
Max thought it best that she get out of the deli. And she did. Sandwich intact. She ran down the street, hopefully away from the explosions.
But then there was another one, and Max felt herself thrown slightly off balance. She did everything possible to avoid landing on her newly injured shoulder. It worked mostly. Her back hit a police car, and the only good that did her was to reassure that the authorities at least knew.
She picked herself up and looked around. Oh! Police officer. "Hey!" Max ran over to a woman police officer that she saw directing people away from the building. "Hey! What's going on?"
For once, Sara Pezzini actually looked presentable on duty. She was actually wearing her uniform for once, so praise the day! It wasn't unknown for her to dress up on special occasions, but that day would truly be one to remember.
Sara was kindly asking a couple to vacate the scene when Max came up behind her, asking all her rushy, freaked out questions. She ignored her for another moment longer, still speaking with the couple as calmly as she could manage. Once the couple had moved along, however, Pez turned back to Max and shook her head. No exceptions!
"Earthquake," she explained, though she really had no clue why there were explosions going off every which way. That was her best explanation, and she was about to say more when the ground heaved and trembled with the force of another explosion. "Jesus Christ!" She swore, nearly falling over.
"You need to get out of here," she ordered the other girl, looking like she was on the border of panic. "Right now."
From: [info]i_assist Date: 03/13/2006 20:30:16
Max rocked on her feet with the trembling of the new explosion. She waited, expecting another one immediately, but when one didn't come, she stood up straight and looked at the woman.
"Everything is exploding. I d'know if I can actually go anywhere." Max frowned, looking around at the complete chaos. "I'm so gonna miss classes..." she muttered, more to herself than the police woman in front of her.
"I don't think that classes should really be your biggest concern right now..." Sara drifted off, her attention distracted by whatever the hell the fire fighters were doing. It seemed like they were moving away from the building, which was probably a really good idea. Nobody wants to get in the way of some freak explosion, or whatever the hell it was.
"I have no clue, but you shouldn't be here," she turned back to the girl as she spoke, only giving her bright pink hair a glance before continuing. "Hell, I shouldn't be here." Mumbled, of course.
From: [info]i_assist Date: 03/13/2006 21:04:54
Classes were actually a concern right now. Max knew she wasn't even supposed to be out here and if someone found out she wasn't in the building it was going to get back to Babs, and Babs was going to get really freaking worried.
"I know I'm totally not supposed to be here, but... I don't think I can get back to the school. It's like all the way across town." Damnit. She should have thought about this before she'd left.
Actually. Wait. No. Thought about random explosions going off before she'd left the school? There was no way she could have anticipated this. Not on her life.
Max bit her lip, tugging on her backpack. "You guys don't know anything ye--" her sentence was cut off by yet another explosion, this one coming from a few blocks over. The tremors were still definitely noticable. "Damn. Yeah. Me? Definitely not going anywhere." She knew well enough that there was a good chance she might get herself hurt walking back by herself.
Bored, Desire looked out the eye of the Threshold down at the city below. Explosions. Buildings rocking. Things falling. People fleeing.
She had no idea what was causing this, and he really didn't care. It was all dull.
It wasn't even fun to watch.
Eyes were rolled, and Desire moved back to the Heart, deciding to ignore everything else.
From: [info]i_seekgod Date: 03/13/2006 20:54:04
He was still in the gardens when it started. And had no idea what to do. Where to go.
Jesse was realising that The City was more of a fucked up place than he'd ever imagined. There didn't seem to be a source for the explosions. They were just happening.
And there was no place to hide.
He wondered where Max was, and hoped that the school had some sort of drill in place for this kind of thing.
He could only help those near him right now. He did what he could to get people clear of debris and away from falling things.
Lois had been at her desk when the earth began to move. She stood, instinctively grasping at her computer, which contained the start of a truly great story.
But even as she held on, a loud crackling noise sounded and debris began to fall from the ceiling.
Without thinking, she let out a little shriek and closed her laptop, throwing herself over it, attempting to shield the notebook with her body.
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/13/2006 23:48:30
From her photo shoot in the park, Jennie heard the explosions, felt the shake of the earth. She was almost certain she could feel a sense of panic grip the City as well, but that could just have been her own panic.
As the photographers, costumers, and make-up artists were momentarily distracted by the chaos, Jennie slipped away, concentrating, a green light engulfing her body as her skin turned green, and her clothing altered itself into her Jade costume. She took off, heading directly into the heart of the City, her eyes scanning for any sign of a matching green light.
What seemed like hours later, she spotted something. Flying closer to the City Voice, she squinted for some hint of him.
"Kyle?" she shouted, before she got a grip on herself, realizing now wasn't the time to use names.
From: [info]i_imagine Date: 03/13/2006 23:57:55
Kyle was busy flying people out of the Voice building. It seemed as if the explosions had stopped from inside, so he took the window of opportunity. A giant green elevator was going up and down from the various higher levels of the building. Kyle loaded the injured on to it at every stop.
He only faltered slightly in his mission when he heard his name being called. He had to force himself not to turn around. Not to answer to Kyle. He was a hero right now, not Kyle the artist from the fourth floor as any number of the injured might recognise.
He recognised Jennie's voice though, and he was grateful for it. The green glow around him blazed brightly for a good thirty seconds. A signal to Jennie that it was him.
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/14/2006 00:06:51
Jennie breathed a sigh of relief as a green light glowed brightly within the building, all the while mentally chiding herself for letting her feelings get in the way here.
No time to think on that any further, however. She flew through an open window of the building, quickly seeking out the injured Kyle had yet to get to, attempting to make his work go faster as she created gurnees to float the more severely injured Voice staff members out the open windows, gently setting them down on the ground below and hoping that the sirens she heard screaming blocks away belonged to ambulances, and that they knew to come here first.
From: [info]i_imagine Date: 03/14/2006 00:15:39
He appreciated the help, and was glad it was coming from someone he actually knew and could trust. "Jade," Kyle called out, waving his hand so that he'd see her. The elevator stopped on their floor, and Kyle opened the doors and watched as the bodies floated in.
This was just not good. He could hear the sirens as well, and hoped that the people coming would know what to do with the pile of bodies he'd accumulated on the sidewalk.
"Did you see the explosions?"
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/14/2006 00:25:56
"Lantern," Jennie replied with a nod, turning as she spotted him.
"I didn't see them, but I heard them." she frowned. "How many buildings do you think were affected?"
Even as she spoke, she was mentally taking stock of him, searching for some sign of injury. Finding none, she was able to turn her attention back to the rest of the injured people, refusing to let her feelings distract her from what needed to be done any longer.
From: [info]i_imagine Date: 03/15/2006 13:16:17
"No clue. I was working," Kyle answered her honestly, giving a significant look to the blown out lower floors. Yup. There went his office. "And I decided to stick around. There were a lot of people in this building. Most on the lower floors got out, but up here's a mess."
He bent over the body of one woman to pick her up, but another explosion distracted him. It was smaller, but he looked up anyway. Just in time to catch sight of someone flying through the air on a... thing.
Just when he'd thought this city couldn't get any weirder. Shaking his head he went back to the woman, gently lifting her up into one of the stretchers Jennie had created.
"Whole city probably can hear something, but if your building wasn't affected that could be a good sign. It's a few good blocks down, isn't it?" Kyle asked her.
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/16/2006 11:40:52
"I wasn't at my building," Jennie said, frowning as she wondered just how widespread it was.
She too looked up just in time to see the green thing-person? fly by on... something.
She looked back at Kyle, wide-eyed.
"What was that?" she asked.
From: [info]i_imagine Date: 03/16/2006 21:21:26
Kyle just shook his head, stopping his world for a moment to blink. There it was again. And what the hell... there was definitely something red and blue following it.
"I have no idea," Kyle answered, turning finally to look at Jennie once again. "What ever it is though, we should probably finish helping here before we go chasing some phantom thing on a weird hover-board."
He moved on to a piece of debris that had fallen over a man's midsection. "Y'know, the only guy in red and blue pajamas I want to see right now is Superman..." Kyle grunted as he lifted up the heavy piece of ceiling and metal.
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/17/2006 13:41:13
Jennie rushed forward, helping him lift the metal, a bead of sweat trickling down her brow as she did.
"That would be very welcome. Is he even in the City?" she asked as they finally managed to remove the metal from the man. She tried not to cringe as she looked down at his injuries.
From: [info]i_imagine Date: 03/17/2006 14:00:57
"I haven't seen him." Kyle hefted the man up and laid him down gently in another stretcher. He tried not to get too much blood on himself. It was apparently just not meant to be a fun day. "But then, I haven't seen Batman, Wonder Woman... any of them."
From: [info]i_turngreen Date: 03/17/2006 14:04:38
"So you're the only Justice Leaguer here then," Jennie said, biting down on her lip thoughtfully. "It seems the City is slowly evening the forces of good and evil, but it seems hesitant to give good too much firepower."
She moved on to the next victim, attempting to lift a piece of debris by herself-but as she did, a loud cracking sounded from the ceiling and more debris fell, a piece hitting her in the head. She felt her legs giving way as bright white lights burst in front of her face.
From: [info]i_flyhigh Date: 03/14/2006 00:04:01
After he had been in the City long enough to realize that this was either not a hallucination, or a very long, drawn-out, even permanent one, Harry had decided to go looking for Peter.
Or rather, the Goblin decided to go looking for Peter. He'd managed to find his own luxury apartment, and with it, the Goblin gear-the flyer, the pumpkin bombs, the costume.
And so, the Green Goblin flew through the City, pumpkin bomb in hand, searching for Peter. After all, if he was here, it only made sense that Pete would be as well.
As much sense as any of this made.
Regardless, he was determined to blow up everything in his path. If Pete was in town, he'd eventually show up. And if not, well, it'd be therapeutic.
He'd just reached the heart of the City when a blast from a nearby building nearly blew him off his flyer. Clinging to it, he righted himself and looked at the building, blinking in surprise.
Well, apparently someone had beaten him to the punch.
No worries, though. Two could play this game. Grinning, the Goblin moved forward, tossing a pumpkin bomb of his own into a twentieth story window, quickly zooming away as the bomb detonated, the windows exploding outwards, the shards of glass catching the sunlight beautifully as they fell to the street below.
"The itsy bitsy spider..." he sang under his breath as he tossed another bomb through yet another window.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/14/2006 10:10:40
Double click. Double click.
This part of this job was easier when the Queen had mutated him and he had those lovely web-glands at his wrists. Then again, he sort of liked his having both of his eyes. Spider-Man soared amid the buildings of so many different architectures.
His blood ran cold when he saw a memorable face.
”NO,” it was said more to himself than to any of the bird around.
Webbing stopped pumping from his ‘shooters and he skydived. He spun and scrutinized where those glass remains where going to crash. Knees were pulled close until he landed amidst the shower and through the window.
”I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED YOU EVENTUALLY, HUH, NORM? YOU PROBABLY EVEN BROUGHT ME HERE. DIG THE RETRO GOBBY OUTFIT, THO'.”
Spidey webbed the pumpkin-bomb for maximum impact, which exposed his back to the villain.
From: [info]i_flyhigh Date: 03/14/2006 13:10:09
Harry laughed, tossing a bomb Peter's way, knowing already that he would easily deflect it.
"Wrong Goblin, Pete," he shouted, flying directly past Peter, swiping at him as he did so.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/14/2006 16:34:35
”GABRIEL? NORMIE? OR DO WE GO WITH THE OLDIES BUDDLE PACK? MAKES SENSE CONSIDERING WHAT YOU’RE WEARING. BART, MAYBE? RODERICK? JASON? NO ONE REALLY STAYS DEAD. FINALLY GRADUATE FROM HOBBY TO GOBBY? GET IT? HOBBY?”
This was a lot more difficult than one could think. Osborn had always wanted Spidey to be his heir but the Green Goblin had so many crusaders. This couldn’t be Jason. Before Jason had went in, he had turned to cyberware. Gabriel had made a fashion statement with his Grey suit. Bart was as dead as Jason in any case. That only left another novice in a green elf suit or someone else. There had been, of course, Harry. Only that felt like eons ago. It surely had to be someone else. Especially if they were going to put people in harm’s way on this level – it was though the entire city shook earlier. Harry couldn’t have pulled that off. Maybe Demogoblin. Yes! Demogoblin could have done something on that scale but this guy didn’t look like Demogoblin. There were people in this building. That was the main aspect. He had to get them away from – SPIDER SENSE! He grasped the bomb with webbing and slung himself out. Giving it a volleyball bat, he sent it back to its owner.
”TOO MANY GOBLINS, IF YOU ASK ME. YOU GUYS SHOULD JUST HOST A CONVENTION IN VEGAS. HAVE SOME DRINKS. TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME. YOU COULD EVEN TOSS BOMBS AT ONE ANOTHER. I ENDORSE THAT.”
From: [info]i_flyhigh Date: 03/16/2006 11:57:27
Harry ducked as the bomb flew back at him, allowing it to sail safely over his head, detonating as it hit the building behind him.
"And people thought you were the smart one," Harry said, realizing with a small thrill that perhaps Peter somehow didn't know him, didn't know his true identity.
Again he flew towards Spiderman, swiping at him in an attempt to make him lose his grip on the building he was perched, attempting to throw him off enough to move in for the kill.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/17/2006 10:17:23
’People thought you were the smart one?’ that didn’t sound like any of his regular rogue galleries. In fact, it seemed a bit too wonky to actually work. But explosions made everything work. Spidey watched as the Goblin came in for the kill. That was the famous Gobby move, yanno. It killed so many. It killed poor Ben. It killed everyone if you gave it time. Here it was, in token fashion, coming right at him. It almost felt like the warm fuzzes you get by watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. Spidey launched forward right at the Goblin. He greeted him with his fists.
”SMART, YAH. DRESSING UP IN BRIGHT RED REALLY GAINS YOU INTELLIGENCE POINTS ON YOUR STAT SHEET. LET ME TELL YOU. SOON I’LL BE ABLE TO CAST MAGIC MISSILE.”
From: [info]i_flyhigh Date: 03/17/2006 13:44:05
The fists were a welcome attack. Harry had had so much rage towards Spiderman over the past few months. And since he'd discovered Peter's secret, he had had even more rage towards Peter. The fight before he'd arrived here hadn't been satisfying. But this one... this would give him the chance to get his agression out. To really and truly kill his father's murderer.
He grunted as the punches connected, and then responded with a left hook of his own, fueled by all the anger and grief and betrayal he'd been feeling since his father's death, since he'd become the Green Goblin.
From: [info]i_thwip Date: 03/17/2006 14:00:41
They were all the same. It didn’t matter their back-story. Some admired these whackos. Some were children of the original whacko. Some were from Hell-like dimensions and just liked the warped surf-board. Some actually dug the mythological elements of goblins, hobgoblins and magic cards... but they were all the same. Whackos.
Both of them waltzed. It wasn’t anywhere near the display ultimate-types shared when they waged their sky-wars. It never was with Spidey. Buildings didn’t fall, streets weren’t flatten just because he was having a fist-fight like the other super-heroes. However, when all was said and done, Spidey had focused on old favorites. No matter who was behind the mask, they were going to be tender for cooking.
Spidey took the hits from the Goblin. It felt good because pain was a reminder that you were alive. It only inspired each of his hits to be that much more vindictive. Goblin would always be where he was. He was his shadow. Spidey had come to terms with that long ago. It was the curse of being a superhero. It was having the nemesis.
From: [info]i_likecats Date: 03/14/2006 18:42:00
The City changed. Death would mentally map those changes every time he noticed one, but gave up soon, because it was a big place, and there were always people who died.
Even more people, now, he would've frowned slightly, if he could, as he heard the explosions and felt the earth rock.
There were already two Reapers on the job, he saw. Death faded slightly, into a nearby building. He was not needed here yet.
From: [info]i_object Date: 03/14/2006 21:09:06
He was still getting his bearings around the City. But, while he was sitting with a mug of coffee, he felt the shake and heard the explosions. He was an enforcer - not a hero like others he knew of. But still, it didn't take long to get into the old leather suit. He followed the smell of the smoke for a few blocks via rooftop.
Now Daredevil stood perched on top of a building he hoped would remain stable. One hand rested on his billy club, his head was slightly tilted, listening. He could have sworn he heard Spider-man (who could miss that rambler?). If Spidey was here, saving people was his domain. For now, Daredevil was observing. Were there really people flying? Daredevil's sonar was picking up something strange - and he wasn't sure if he should blame it on the City or not.