Metropolis the RPG

Every electrical device that had no EM protection, within a mile radius immediately was essentially destroyed. Even the choppers shut down, and if not for the skill of the pilots several people probably would have been killed. Instead they were able to land their vehicles, and began to scramble into action against the man that had felled their vehicles.

Clark was making his way back to the lab when he saw the two aircraft go down. Fortunately they were near enough to the ground that they didn't cause any major damage. He also saw the men in black fatigues going after the man that he just knew had to be... the Green Arrow. Clark wondered if he should just let Oliver deal with them on his own, but these were about 2 dozen men. And as good as Oliver was, he couldn't deal with those kind of numbers. So he dove down and landed in front of Ollie just as they started firing their weapons at him.

The bullets easily bounced off his chest as Clark just looked at the men. In the last few days he had seen that look repeatedly. First it was asstonishment, then fear began to set in. Especiall when Clark's eyes began to glow red, and then flames began to come out of them and lashedout on their guns. Within seconds their wepons were reduced to slag.
 
Ted grinned. Then winked "Any time you want to test out my "equipment" just let me know. Afterall, it's always more fun to share ones toys. And I heard their's a new Brian Singer film coming out soon. Those are always ones I prefer to miss. Not as much as Uwe Boll though." Ted pulled up a chair and took a seat.

"Really, depends on who's cushions you'd be looking in. Off the top of my head I can only think of a few names with tht kind of swing. Luthor, could be an insurance thing; Oliver Queen, and from the rumor mill he hasn't much love loss for the Luthors; And I me...heard about this young billionaire in Gotham. Supposed to be a very stand up guy. But, you know what they say about rich playboys, they all have deep dark secrets."

Ted picks up a discarded pen and paper, and jots down a number.

"I don't normally do this. But this is a private line. Totally off the books. To anyone else it doesn't exist. Call me sometime. Anytime. Please."

Ted stands and begins to walk away. Heading back to The Bug.
 
Ollie

Ollie watched as he landed the men come out of their choppers after Impulse had yet gain amazed though not unexpectedly landed them as light as a feather. Soon after they poured out and began firing a blur of blue had appeared in front of him.

"Hey there Boy Scout, or as the papers now call you Superman or is it Super-Man," He quipped his smart remark. After the heat vision he raised an eyebrow.

Ollie pulled out from his leg pouch an arrow with a bulbous head, pressing the button caused its shaft to lengthen to its full length. He then stringed it and he side stepped using Clark as a shield. Once he lined up the shot the pressure from the string caused the top to pop and the head to expand causing the container it was contained in to fold back.

Yes, even now Ollie wonders why he would give in to such a moronic idea. The Boxing Glove Arrow. But Ollie admits it has its uses. He fired it pulling two more and strung them. His aim true knocking one of the enemies unconscious. He hit their buttons causing the arrows to lengthen and the pressure to pop two more boxing gloves from the heads.

He unleashed them while the ones were dumb founded by the shear nerve of firing a boxing glove of all things at them and someone who could of course shoot fire from their eyes. Of course, two more went down.
 
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Impulse

Impulse blurred into place behind Superman and Green Arrow, grinning his ass off.

"Dude, did you just slap my boy here with a hyphen?" he chided Ollie, shaking his head. "That ain't right. Hyphens are for comic book spiders and blueblood remarried women, not for guys got skills that pay the bills."

He arched an eyebrow.

"Speakin' of which," he wisecracked, then zipped in and grabbed the three boxing glove arrows Ollie'd just fired from where they now lay on the ground and, hup-hup-hup, one right after the other, he threw them straight and true, taking out another three guys as he beatboxed old-school "Three Stooges" sound effects.

Then he zipped back in to stand again behind the Main Tank and the Ranger.

"Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk," he smirked.
 
Jessi and The Flash

The Flash gazed in wonder at the paper, and then looked up at The Blue Beetle as he limped away.

'You should say something,' Jessi suggested, and it was her turn to be smirking.

"He's like a spy or something," The Flash mumbled. "Secret phone numbers? He's like James Bond in a semi-ridiculous adorable blue outfit. That's fantastic."

'You should saaaaay something,' Jessi prodded, dying with laughter.

The Flash hesitated, and then cupped her hands around her mouth and called to Ted: "Make it an abysmal Uwe Boll movie, I actually like Bryan Singer!"

'I can't believe you ever got laid without my help,' Jessi mused, utterly deadpan.

But The Flash, short attention span, was already thinking about something else.

Mysterious guy from Gotham, that was something to look into. Oliver Queen was above reproach, at least based on the idea that his company funded and equipped Bart's team. Luthor...

"Luthor," she mumbled, and then looked around, calling out to anyone coherent with her eyes way wide: "Hey! Did anyone see what happened to Lex Luthor when all this crap went down?"
 
Ted stopped and turned.

"There happens to be a little hole in the wall theatre. Plays marathons of various types. I happen to know this weekend they are doing a Ode To Uwe Boll. Meet ya at seven?" Ted didn't wait for a response. He pulled a small remote, dialed a code and The Bug simultaneously landed and uncloaked. "Fancy a lift, Hot Red and Sexy?"
 
Jessi and The Flash

The Flash whipped back around to reply, and her jaw dropped a little.

'Holy Shuttlecraft Galileo, Grey Ghost,' Jessi breathed.

"James Bond has an Aston Martin," The Flash grinned a lopsided grin. "Or is it a Lotus?"

'I remember he had a Lotus that could go underwater,' Jessi mused. 'I don't think he's ever had a flying car. Ian Fleming saved that bit for Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.'

Tucking a forelock back, The Flash grinned at The Blue Beetle.

"I appreciate the offer of a lift," she nodded. "But I'm really more of a. Jogger. You dig, right?"

She paused, though.

'Oh, man,' Jessi mumbled. 'Here it comes.'

The Flash's eyes went half-lidded: "That thing have a comfy backseat?"

'Good Lord,' Jessi died laughing.

"Seriously, though," The Flash dismissed. "Brainy Blue and Brawny? I think I can stomach another viewing of BloodRayne provided I've got good company, nice and distracting. But for now, I gotta finish cleaning up 'round here, I promised my brother. Are you okay to drive? You don't gotta flying insectoid ambulance service, do you?"
 
Ted nodded. "I think I should be fine. Not far to go really. 'Sides, if I can to my workshop I can get this sodding armor fix up. And yes love, the back end is rather nice. Not as good as yours, but it'll do. Ted walks over to The Bug and climbs in. He sets the cloaker back on and types in coordinates for the auto-pilot to take over. He slumps in his seat as The Bug takes off through the city.
 
Wonder Woman

Heading over the the attractive, young, and very fast female Diana heard the wall cracking. A glance and she saw the people below it. Including the female reporter that had been with Kal. Clark. He went by Clark now. Clark Kent.

A short run and a leap. flipping over in mid air her red boots slammed into the wall and sent it toppling over, into a far far safer region. Landing with spread lags she straddled the reporter for a moment. Looking down she chuckled at the thought that went through her mind.

Stepping away from the reporter Diana moved once more towards rocket girl.
 
Clark couldn't help but feel a smile begin to form on his face when he saw the actions of Bart Allen aka Impulse. He also had heard Ollie's greeting, but what was interesting him more was the sound of the sirens and news helicopters that were rapidly closing in. He looked over in the direction of the lab saw that things were pretty much in control. Lex was being ushered into his limo and whisked away to safety. For a moment he wondered if Lex had anything to do with this. But then put the thought out of his mind, there was no proof after all.

He then thought about returning, but decided that there was enough confusion there that no one would notice that Clark Kent wasn't there. In fact after a quick stop at his apartment for a change of clothes, Clark Kent would report to one of the local hospitals for a first hand accounting of how they were handling this emergency. "The authorities are on their way. If you'll excuse me." he told the other two, and then with little effort, took to the sky yet again.
 
Jimmy Olsen (temp)

Jimmy turned, aiming and snapping shots as fast as he could. Some hot female in a fricking American Flag outfit. The Green Arrow. The Bug. Flash. Impulse. Superman. The closeups on Superman's face were gonna make him bank and secure his job for years.

Once Superman was out of range he refocused on the others and grabbed every shot he could. Flicking a button he began auto download to his work comp and a backup to his home. Several shots were notworthy for men's magazines. Not quite the full frontal he'd hope for, but hell, the way these babes were dressing......
 
Impulse

"I don't know much," Bart drawled, watching Superman take to the sky, "but I know when that dude leaves, it means the party's winding down."

Bart paused. "I got somethin' I really gotta go do. Call me, G.A. We can get the ol' band back together. Hasta luego, boss-man."

And then he blasted off and away, faster even than Superman could follow, breezing past one of the downed reporters and grabbing a black Sharpie pen out of the reporter's pocket.

As Lex was getting whisked off to his limo, just as one of his black-suited goons was guiding him aboard, Bart sprinted up to them...

...and sprinted away again half an instant later, laughing his ass off, cackling...

...and Lex's entire bald pate was coloured in black, save for a single patch at the back of his head: a circle, with a number eight scrawled at the centre.

Impulse had drawn Lex Luthor's big bald head to look like an eight-ball.

Arriba!" Bart whooped as he streaked across the city. Ándale!"
 
Jessi and The Flash

The Flash was turning around to take another assessment of the situation and yet again she found herself standing still when she should have been moving.

'Heads up!' Jessi bellowed.

The Flash's eyes widened as the wall began to cave and crumble and there were so many people and she

hesitated

should she grab the people? Should she do something about the wall? Which should she--

But then the glittery woman with the red white blue and gold came just about out nowhere and kicked The Hell out of the wall, catapulting it away.

The Flash's jaw dropped.

'So those legs aren't just for show,' Jessi murmured with a dash of wry humour.

The goddess made flesh stepped away from the downed Lois Lane and strode towards The Flash.

And with a soft sly smirk upon her lips, The Flash strode to meet her.

'Don't embarrass us,' Jessi breathed, high-strung, taut.

The Flash didn't say a word to Jessi, only crossed her arms over her stomach and arched a golden brow at Wonder Woman.

"Nice triple jump," she noted easily to the astonishingly beautiful brunette. "I just met a rugby player. You run Track?"
 
Clark Kent / Superman: April 11th, 2014

Clark sped into his open apartment window so fast that no one could have seen him. He quickly stripped out of his uniform and jumped in the shower. He could still feel some of the dust from the plaster down his back, and on his face. Although thankfully none of it was in his hair thanks to all the wind flowing through it as he flew around.

He looked into his bathroom mirror to see if he needed to do any touch up shaving as yet. Which fortunately he didn't, he hated the smell of burning hair. But when your invulnerable, using blades to shave wasn't possible since they'd break on your hair. Fortunately his hair wasn't invulnerable to his heat vision. "Ouch, my face hurts. I guess vibrating the molecules of my face at superspeed for such a prolonged amount of time does have its side effects. But it's the only way I can think of to make it hard for anyone to secretly grab a photo of me. So many people have mini-cams or phone cams. This was the only way I could think of that makes sure that images of my face always come out blurry. But damn it hurts." he told himself and then jumped in the shower.

A few minutes later Clark was out of the shower and dressed. He noticed that he had lost his glasses, so he walked over to his night stand and removed one of the spares he had in there. He then left through the front door and headed off to one of the local hospitals so he could get a first person account of how they were dealing with this mergency. He still couldn't believe how Bart, and Oliver just happen to appear in the nick of time to help out. Even with his powers, he doubted he could have stopped them all before many innocent people had gotten hurt. But he also wondered who those others that showed up were. Oh well knowing Lois she'd get interviews with any of them that stuck around afterwards.
 
Wonder Woman

The goddess made flesh stepped away from the downed Lois Lane and strode towards The Flash.

And with a soft sly smirk upon her lips, The Flash strode to meet her.

The Flash crossed her arms over her stomach and arched a golden brow at Wonder Woman.

"Nice triple jump," she noted easily to the astonishingly beautiful brunette. "I just met a rugby player. You run Track?"

***

Tilting her head to the left slightly Diana considered the other woman's remark. "Yes, I run Track. Not professionaly, but I can run and hurdle. As well as several gymnastic routines, when the need arises anyway."

"Were you able to gather any information from any of the Mercenaries?" Diana asked, looking around. And very very discretly checking out the fast moving female.
 
Jessi and The Flash

Neither The Flash nor the backseat-driving Jessi actually saw the once-over that flitted up and down their co-habitated flesh. But they felt it in the way that one will often feel another's eyes upon them, and The Flash couldn't help but grin a giddy grin and blush red up the back of her neck.

'No,' Jessi put her foot down. 'Just. No. You just got asked out by a very nice boy and you're entertaining notions of a love triangle?'

The Flash ran her tongue over her teeth and glanced back at the raven-haired warrioress as though Jessi hadn't said a thing.

To the woman's credit, if she had had anything about her appearance that would have given away the look she'd just given, she'd hidden it well, and she'd hidden it deep.

'See, no, see,' Jessi declared, hurriedly, 'you see that? We imagined it. Made it up. Psychosomatic blush brought on by socially-anxious imaginings of same-sex infatuation on the part of others.'

"I hadn't had the chance," The Flash replied, breezily, to Wonder Woman, "in amongst tap-dancing on their collective face, to ask them any deep and probing questions. But if you wanted to enquire of them, I'm sure I'd love to watch you work."

Jessi crumpled a bit, and her voice was thick with resignation.

'Actually,' Jessi mumbled, 'by the time you're through, a love triangle would probably be the least of my worries. A love quadrangle? A love... dodecahedron? The geometry of your quasi-polyamorousness knows no bounds.'
 
Wonder Woman

With a soft gaze directed at the luscious eyes before her Diana turned her head slightly. "Hmm.. Sounds like police and news crews are on the way. Perhaps we could share notes someplace else? Someplace a little less occupied? I got a little information but not enough." Sounding slightly irritated the boxum female asked, "Do you know the guy in the cape? The one that flew off? I have some questions for him."

Turning a little more she squinted, "Hmm.. Choppers on the way. Paramedics, Life-flight, and SWAT. I'd suggest we exit."
 
Jessi and The Flash

"Caped and delectable?" The Flash sighed, and shook her head. "Let's just say I don't know him nearly so well as I'd like."

The Flash turned and tried to follow Diana's gaze, but she saw only tiny dots in the far far distance, though she could tell those dots were rapidly approaching.

"I can't see a thing," she admired softly, genuinely. "You must have eyes like The Hubble, sweets. But let's say I take your word for it that we're about to have moderately unwelcome company. You have any suggestions for a rendezvous?"

'There's that word again,' Jessi sighed, more than a little bemused.

The Flash rubbed her chin. "I suppose we could meet at the stadium where The Metropolis Sharks play. They're at Spring training camp down in Florida this time of year, doing exhibition games. I'll bet you dollars to gym socks the place is just about deserted."
 
Clark Kent: April 11th, 2014

After his trip to Metropolis General, Clark returned to the Planet and began to write up an article on how the emergency services team responded to what was being called a terrorist attack, by the Luthor Corp PR department. To help these claims was a video from an extremeist cell from the nation of Quarc taking responsibility for the attack. They also claimed that they now had possession of the war suit.

Clark was having problems believing that, however. He may have lost them, but he knew in his gut that the suit was still in Metropolis. He would just need to find out where. "Looks like Superman will have to do some patroling tonight." he thought to himself.
 
Ollie

Ollie grabbed one of the unconscious men and picking up his arrows, he put his bow in grappling mode and fired it taking one of the men with him. He took the man to one of his warehouses on the docks and hung him from one of the hooks.

Ollie used smelling salts to bring the man to. Pushing up on his shades, he smirked at the lone assailant. He watched the man struggle against the bonds. The Zip-cuffs were pretty much cut proof. Or at least required a diamond edged blade to cut through.

Ollie finally spoke as he ran his finger over the glowing green dot on his belt of the voice modulator, "Alright, I have a few questions. You are going to answer them. If not, things are going to get really nasty."

Ollie walked behind the man. The would be thief tried to follow him with his eyes until he had to crane his neck further than it would be comfortable. Ollie then continued as he picked up a blowtorch, "I really don't want to have to get nasty."
 
Wonder Woman

"The Stadium? Hmm, excellent choice. Would you like to meet me there? Or do you think you can keep up?" Tilting her head just ever so slightly to the left The star spangled female almost seemed to be making a challange of it...




(ooc: I'm soooo sorry. I thought i'd already replied..)
 
Ted stumbles into the door of his lab. Peeling bits of armor off as he goes.

"Bloomin' Frag Grenade! What the hell am I spose ta do?! Can't go to the hospital like this."

"You did great sir! If you don't mind me saying, I think your performance was brilliant! You showed those creeps who's boss!"

"Not now Skeets... I feel like Christ on the Cross over here."

"Might I suggest sir that you use the Nano-Immersion Tank we were working on? It is decidedly experimental, but I have the utmost confidence that you didn't mess anything up."

"Thanks for the thought ya bleedin sod. Fire it up. Don't see any other option at the moment."

Something whirs in the back corner of the lab, a device that looks like some sort of giant fish tank with jets, bubbles, and an incredibly vivid purple glow.

Ted undresses and puts a specialized rebreather on as he submerses into the chamber.

In only moments the nanobots in the solution begin to go to work. Repairing muscles, bones, ligaments. The deep bruises fading like magic. In only ten minutes Ted Kord is as good as new. The AI device begins powering on machines to refabricate the body armor. Running calculations and changes schematics to ensure the next time Ted takes a grenade to the chest he is better protected.
 
Lex Luthor / Mercy

After arriving at LuthorCorp Tower Lex exited the limo and headed up to his office via his private elevator. When he exited, he was greeted by his right hand, and Senior Vice President Tess Mercer. The elegant and beautiful woman that watched over his company while he recovered so many years ago from a lab explosion initially had a smile on her face, but the smile quickly faded when she saw the mood that Lex was in. "I thought you'd be happy Lex, your plan was executed perfectly."

"Yes the plan was executed perfectly. However the one thing that I didn't anticipate was the arrival of several meta-humans to interfere. They almost stopped our friends from getting their newly bought merchandise."

Lex sat down behind his desk and turned on one of the many flat screen monitors in his office. On it was a blurry image of the one that the newspapers were calling Superman. He then clicked a button and zoomed in on a section of the image, the S symbol on the man's chest. "Mercy we're going to activate the Peacekeeper project."

"Are you sure Lex you said that project was just a fail safe incase of Alien invasion."

"Oh I'm sure. You see the Travler has made himself known." Lex told her.

"You mean this Superman? How can you be sure?"

"That symbol on his chest is the same as the symbols in the caves I saw back in Smallville. It's also a symbol in several of the Viritas notes that talk about the Traveler." Lex said with anger begining to excase his tone. "I have worked to hard to claim my position in the world Mercy, I won't allow the Traveler to take it away from me. He will either do as I say or he will die. But in order to do that we'll need to find out as much about him as possible. Get our people to work on it right away." Lex ordered.

Mercy nodded, and then turned around and went to take care of things as she always did.
 
Clark Kent: April 11th, 2014

Clark sat in the news room and watched the various news casts. He should have gone home already, but Lois had yet to return from the lab. Part of him was beginning to worry about her, while another part continued telling him that she'd be fine.

But Lois wasn't the only thing on his mind. The evening news was full of reports about the meta humans that had stopped the terrorist attack. Some where favorable, but then there were those that were equally unfavorable. So much so that one of the programs were comparing them, Superman especially to the Batman from Gotham City.

The last thing Clark wanted to do was have his alter ego thought of in the same light as a vigilantee that seemed to think he was above the law. But how would he get the message across that all he wants to do is help whenever possible. The only way he could think of, would open the door for him to have to answer other questions about himself that he wasn't sure the world was ready for yet. But did he have a choice anymore, he wondered.
 
Lois

Lois stepped off the elevator and followed a delivery person for a short distance, turning and taking a seat as the delivery girl walked over to Clark and handed him a package. After getting her signature the girl left.

But Lois leaned over the desk. "Present from a girlfriend Smallville? Or do you have a secret admirer?" She asked.

The package was a simple brown box with CLark's name and address on it.


Inside was another matter. Clark's glasses from the last incident. The one where Wonder Woman had shown up. His glasses and a simple white Card.

For Clark Kent.
From Superman.
 
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