by The Flutterlands » Wed Jun 13, 2018 4:47 pm
by Ormata » Wed Jun 13, 2018 5:27 pm
by Tiekerrick » Wed Jun 13, 2018 6:37 pm
by United States of Brainy » Wed Jun 13, 2018 7:49 pm
by Auphelia » Wed Jun 13, 2018 8:01 pm
Tiekerrick wrote:Prof. Morto D'Arte
He opened the door slowly and quietly as he entered the old building. Looking about and taking note of his surroundings and those present before making way to his normal research section. Directly to the occult section he went to pick up a book on Halloween of all things. He took a seat and opened up to the portion on the origins of trick or treating, or "souling" as the text referred to it. He then got into his open stance, reading until his prescribed time to leave or interrupted.
by Bycrest » Wed Jun 13, 2018 10:16 pm
by Tiekerrick » Thu Jun 14, 2018 6:15 pm
by Ormata » Thu Jun 14, 2018 7:19 pm
"Sir, do you have a moment to speak?"
"Brilliant, really getting into the mood of the season I see. Very spectral that outfit if I do say so myself. How may I be of service? I am conducting some thematic research for the upcoming Gala and in quite a hurry to make proper notation of dress and decoration for the theme. I'm sorry, your face is familiar but I can't put a name to it. May you remind me of your significance?"9
by United States of Brainy » Thu Jun 14, 2018 9:22 pm
by Pax Nerdvana » Fri Jun 15, 2018 6:29 am
by Ormata » Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:56 am
“Oh my god.”
“HEY YOU! IN THE HOODIE! STOP RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, running after him.
by New Minitopia » Fri Jun 15, 2018 11:18 am
by Auphelia » Mon Jun 18, 2018 9:05 am
Tiekerrick wrote:Prof. D'Arte
Noting the immediate presence and muffled voice, the Professor tuned back into the world hearing the last portion of, "...ment to speak?". Turning his head he say the finely dressed woman stand in front of him. Examining every detail of the ensemble he smirked and looked upon her face. "Brilliant, really getting into the mood of the season I see. Very spectral that outfit if I do say so myself." Standing, placing a single bookmark in each book on images of kings robed in green, he closes them and turns fully to the woman. "How may I be of service? I am conducting some thematic research for the upcoming Gala and in quite a hurry to make proper notation of dress and decoration for the theme." He goes on to pick up the books and stops. "I'm sorry, your face is familiar but I can't put a name to it. May you remind me of your significance?", he says turning his head with a raised brow.
United States of Brainy wrote:Barbara Gordon
“HEY YOU! IN THE HOODIE! STOP RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, running after him.
by Ormata » Mon Jun 18, 2018 1:01 pm
Hundreds of spiders begin to pour into the aisle, and with thousands more on the way. They begin to bite the man, and she orders some to begin spinning webs. Cockroaches and flies, fleas and beetles join in, though in far lesser numbers. They swarm, hindering. She sets them crawling on the skeletal monster man as the webs become thicker around his legs.
"Now, I am sure you meant no harm, but now that you are aware of the oversight you will surely fix it?"
Mice begin to scurry out of their wall holes, nearly five hundred in all, and made a beeline for the man. She could feel millions more insects around campus and thousands of other animals, but did not call on them. This was a simple book theft. It wouldn't do to deplete her armies on such petty things, not before the time was right.
"After all, I hope to be able to put in a good word for you when you become eligible for tenure. We wouldn't want anything to sully your good name, would we?"
The mice climb up into the man's pants and dig around, biting and scratching. The spider webs are thicker, and she commands flies, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and everything that can fly to wind it around the man. It has only been twenty seconds but with her subjects under her command she has done an hour's worth of preparation. She can feel the librarian and the thief reacting, but she is merely focused on her own machinations.
by Tiekerrick » Mon Jun 18, 2018 4:12 pm
by United States of Brainy » Mon Jun 18, 2018 8:29 pm
by Ormata » Tue Jun 19, 2018 7:48 am
She ran back out. No time to get her utility belt, she had to improvise. Looking frantically around, she snatched up a green and brass book light off the table. “Sorry to have to do this,” she whispered, before throwing the lamp with unerring accuracy at the hooded man’s head.
by United States of Brainy » Tue Jun 19, 2018 12:35 pm
"I try to be nice...I try to be kind...I don’t even take a hostage. I tell you to get the fuck away and what do you do but throw a light at me. All I wanted was a damn book. A book. Am I robbing a bank? Am I killing people? Fuck no. I’m in a goddamn library and getting a lamp thrown at me,” he muttered to himself. Isaac straightened back up, removing his hand from his head and showing a rather nasty cut, welling blood down the side of his face. A little cough, then, a whistle as the wind passed between hollow bone, and then the man spoke again.
“You going to let me leave peacefully?”
by Ormata » Tue Jun 19, 2018 1:07 pm
“Excuse me,” she rebutted, “I think what you meant to say was that you were stealing a book. That’s still a crime, at least in my bo…urr, you know what I mean,” she finished hastily.
“You’re injured,” she remarked, concern showing on her face. “Let me look at that for you.” She held up her hands, trying to reassure him, her voice growing tender, as she took the first tentative step towards him. “I have first aid training. Listen, I won’t call the cops. I mean, technically, you haven’t stolen anything yet. Just sit down and let me fix you up and then we can decide what’s going to happen, okay?”
She graced him with a smile before turning her head and shouting back. “Professor D’Arte! Ms. Bingum! Could one of you bring the first aid kit, please? There should be one inside the janitor’s closet!” She turned back to the hooded man, took another step towards him. “So…do you have a name?”
by Auphelia » Tue Jun 19, 2018 1:26 pm
United States of Brainy wrote:Barbara Gordon
“THIS WAY! NOW!” she shouted in her loudest, most authoritative, librarian voice. She headed to a janitor's closet hidden in the corner. The door was locked and she didn’t have time to fumble for her keys. CRACK! The door frame splintered, the metal handle plate clattering loudly on the tile, from the impact of her kick.
“INSIDE!” she ordered.
She ran back out. No time to get her utility belt, she had to improvise. Looking frantically around, she snatched up a green and brass book light off the table. “Sorry to have to do this,” she whispered, before throwing the lamp with unerring accuracy at the hooded man’s head.
Ormata wrote:Isaac Elliot
“You’re not normal. Stay where you are,” he said, holding up a hand. “Give me your word and theirs,” he nodded to the other two, “that you won’t call the cops, won’t give me harm. You have my word that no harm will come to you three.” His other hand stayed outstretched, hand up and palm to her showing that nothing was there.
by Ormata » Tue Jun 19, 2018 2:58 pm
"To be quite honest, whoever you are, I doubt you are as terrifying as whatever is making that racket. So you know what? I'm going to go past you, down that aisle, take a left, and get into the interior hallway before I die. If you will excuse me." She walks towards the man and squeezes past him, making her way to "safety". With a look over her shoulder, she gestures to the librarian. "I suggest you join me, as I suspect there may be villains about. This . . . man included." She shoots a withering glare at the skull-faced horror. She had just wanted to find a song, and now she was in the middle of a war this idiot didn't even know he was fighting. Fool. She did like the librarian though, despite her apparent penchant for heroics, and it would be a shame if she was injured tonight.
by Haedros 92712 » Tue Jun 19, 2018 5:05 pm
by United States of Brainy » Tue Jun 19, 2018 5:26 pm
“Because unnecessary force is great,” came a little reply, quiet and reserved and spiteful.
“You’re not normal. Stay where you are,” he said, holding up a hand. “Give me your word and theirs,” he nodded to the other two, “that you won’t call the cops, won’t give me harm. You have my word that no harm will come to you three.” His other hand stayed outstretched, hand up and palm to her showing that nothing was there.
"To be quite honest, whoever you are, I doubt you are as terrifying as whatever is making that racket. So you know what? I'm going to go past you, down that aisle, take a left, and get into the interior hallway before I die. If you will excuse me." She walks towards the man and squeezes past him, making her way to "safety". With a look over her shoulder, she gestures to the librarian. "I suggest you join me, as I suspect there may be villains about. This . . . man included."
“Fine.”
“You will exit this building. All of this building, and do not stop at the street next door. Ensure everyone is out of this building. I don’t want to kill anyone on accident.”
by Ormata » Tue Jun 19, 2018 5:57 pm
Now it’s your turn, her thoughts re-focused on the man with the gun. She shot a grapnel to the second-floor balcony so she could take him by surprise. From her higher vantage point, she saw him seated at a table down below. Gun in his hand, his gaze fixed grimly ahead of him. She sent a Batarang, blunt-ended, at his gun hand, as she plunged off the balcony.
She landed in a crouch, her cape splayed around her, in front of his table. Rising ominously, she stared him down. “Ms. Gordon told me about your powers. I’d advise you against using them.” She opened her gloved hand, revealing a silver orb, before clenching her fist around it. “It’s a concussion grenade,” she told him. “Pressure sensitive. You use your powers or try anything that causes me to loosen my grip and it detonates. Unpleasant for me but more so for you I’m thinking. So, why don’t you play it smart and we get down to the basement where it’s safe.”
by United States of Brainy » Tue Jun 19, 2018 6:31 pm
“I don’t think so. The threat isn’t needed, you know. Here to help. All that jazz. Don’t let the face scare you. I hear quite the commotion outside...quite the commotion. Well...you know who I am, what I am. What I do.” Isaac spat that one out, spat-out ‘what I do’ like it was a disgusting thing, like an ugly blot that simply never went away. “Just don’t trip over the bodies,” came a sarcastic response before the brain leapt-up with the mouth and ears.
“I take it the civilians got out of the building? Made sure of it?”
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