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Post by Terra on Aug 31, 2012 14:23:09 GMT -5
Robin…Starfire…Raven…Cyborg…Bumblebee…Ravager…Beast Boy. She had hurt all those who had been kind to her. Why? All because she had thought they had deserved it due to some reason she now no longer knew. She had gone along with Slade’s plan and hadn’t thought of what she was doing. Well, she knew now. She knew that they wouldn’t want her back. She had hurt them too much, Beast Boy most of all. She sighed as she thought about the damage she had done. Terra was currently sitting in the Grand Canyon, comfortably hidden.
Terra brought her knees to chest, wondering what she should do. She wanted to go back and beg for the Titans’ forgiveness but she also knew that they may not allow her to rejoin, which was understandable really. The wind danced and played with the blonde girl’s hair as she sat on a rock. She got up and caused a few pebbles to levitate. As she played with the pebbles using her powers, her mind began to wonder. Deathstroke. He had made her worse, now that she thought about things. The healer had said that Terra was completely healed in both body and mind, but she had doubts. What if she became evil again? She couldn’t bear hurting people again.
The Titans. Terra had an epiphany. The Titans had truly been her friends while she had been a member and she had completely abused their trust. As the blonde Markovian thought about it, the more she realised that the Titans had been the closest thing to family. She dropped the pebbles. What had she done? An overwhelming sense of depression gripped her and she sunk to her knees, sobbing. When she could no longer shed tears, she wiped away the tears and stood up, a new sense of determination taking over her. She would go to San Francisco and beg the Titans’ forgiveness and ask to be allowed back in. she looked ahead with a look of fierce determination. She levitated the piece of earth she was standing and breathed in. The Titans would be in a shock when they saw Terra.
“Alright, Terra. Let’s see how forgiving the Titans really are,” said Terra to herself, who then took off, hoping with all her heart that the Titans would forgive her. She breathed in and gave another sigh. Next stop; San Francisco. It was sixteen hours away from where she was so she’d need to stop for rest, which would set her back. Terra set off for San Francisco, bracing herself for the backlash and the cold stares.
Reaching San Francisco sixteen hours later or so, the blonde Markovian looked down at the city from her small earth float. It felt weird to be back here after so long. She descended and gently put the earth float on the ground. She decided to walk around for a bit, see how much had changed within the five years she’d been away. It wasn’t long before she heard an alarm and saw three guys robbing a bank. She didn’t know if anyone was coming so she decided to intervene. Terra ran over and created slab shackles on the legs, preventing the guys from moving. They protested and used profanities.
“Hello, boys. It’s not nice to steal. Give back the money! said Terra. One man cursed at her, which earned him a kick to the groin. “Did I say you could talk? Now, please give the money back to the bank.”
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 31, 2012 20:36:53 GMT -5
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Could she say that being back with the Titans was everything she wanted and more? Probably not, but it wasn’t as bad as she had expected. The life of heroics and her own student affairs and internship were a bit taxing in terms of free time but somehow she managed. Sure she was a bit rusty and had been out for at least five years now, but that instinct you developed when you first picked up this responsibility never really left you and within a few weeks she was a new and improved Bumblebee. A shining visage of the hero she once used to be, who when she thought back – was solely created to prove someone else’s term as a hero. Well, now she was out to show that she was a more than capable one and because she didn’t need to prove that to anyone. There were no competitions in this game, just get the bad guy and save the day.
Sitting in her modern and urban apartment which she had recently renovated to her needs, Karen Beecher looked precariously at the time, deducing that she had two hours before her classes started at UC Berkeley. The trip alone took about thirty minutes across a bridge and everything, but more advanced technology and vehicles at her disposal made that trip – well – not so bad. Besides, she wasn’t so willing to give up her comfortable little abode that she had worked so hard on to ensure her own personal lab was at arm’s reach. The little morning commute was well worth this.
She was working on a few additions to her suit, creating seams that were capable of siphoning the energy that was absorbed upon any shock or impact and then releasing it so none of it ever really hit Karen physically. It was tricky, but the young genius felt like she was over the threshold of perfecting the design. Perhaps three more days and she could possibly have the mechanism up and running to perfect. Fawning over her piece, Karen was suddenly pulled from her concentration when an alarm went off. Time to go to school, looking begrudgingly at the device, she deactivated it and went off to pack her books and suit. Time for another wonderful day of learning.
It only took about five minutes for her to hit the streets of San Francisco and get into her smart car. With enough time to pick up some tea along the way, Karen was definitely in high spirits. Starting her vehicle, she exited out onto the main road and was five minutes away from the bridge when another alarm had caught her attention. High and easily irritating, the Chase bank alarm erupted down the streets showcasing to anyone and everyone that definite trouble was afoot. Looking at her dashboard’s clock, Karen gauged the amount of time she had, rolled her eyes at the thought of missing out on a cup of tea and made the earliest left she could.
Her small smart car chugged through the streets, easily weaving and bobbing through the vehicles as she made way for the bank in question. Finding a parking spot, she quickly parked her car with ease and without even hesitating changed into her uniform. Donning her black and yellow costume the Titan immediately activated its mechanisms and with a simple thought began to shrink in size. Becoming at least one inch tall now, Karen flew through her vehicle’s vents and exited through the nearest opening. Gauging by the sound of the alarm and the screeching tires of the emergency response vehicles, she was not far from the place of interest. Vibrating her wings at super fast speeds, the tiny Titan cut through the air, unseen to all and finally arrived at the bank.
As she turned the corner, her blood immediately ran cold and her flight was halted almost immediately. Because she had been abruptly stopped, she almost fell out of the air. But it wasn’t the robbers that had caused her to experience such shock, it was the blonde haired, blue eyed young woman clad in an all too familiar costume, utilizing all too familiar abilities. It was someone that the Titans didn’t think they would see in a long time – something they weren’t exactly looking forward to meeting.
Approaching the scene slowly, she watched the young woman send a kick to one of the robber’s groins. He fell to the floor awkwardly, his ankles ensnared by the Earthen binds created for him. Moaning in pain he did not refrain from his continuous slur of vocal profanities. As the blonde haired woman was occupied with the man’s crudeness his accomplice brandished his firearm and aimed it for the young woman’s temple. Kicking back into the proper mindset, Karen burst forward, flying as fast as she could and reaching the man just as his interossei muscles began to flex to active the necessary mechanisms to pull the trigger.
Hands already held forward, Karen released a searing, hot shock of energy that caused the man to cry out in pain and drop his firearm. The piece fell to the ground, accidently went off and much to her relieve the stray bullet only ended up embedded itself into a building. Placing her hand on his temple, she sent another shock of electricity, knocking him out temporarily for the count.
Unaware of the new opposition they faced, the two men looked around bewildered unable to spot Karen and only ably to point her out by the shocks of electricity that was delivered to their bodies. She worked in a sporadic pattern, taking their attention away from the Earthen female and finally sending a final burst of electricity that was enough to bring them down – only temporarily. Once that was settled, Karen decided it time to handle the situation from here on and perchance… revisit a demon from the past.
Reverting to her normal size, she turned, stepping back from the young woman she recognized as Tara Markov and kept her guard up – only by natural instinct.
“I have the situation handled.” Karen began, hoping now to spark anything between the two, “You can… you can go now.” Was all she could say, her heart beating fast as the visage of the girl reminded her of horrifying memories long past. Karen supposed that Tara was lucky to stumble upon her first – the other Titans probably would not have been as gracious to even spare her a conversation.[/style]
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Post by Terra on Aug 31, 2012 23:01:28 GMT -5
The guy shouting out profanities still and Terra stood there, taking it. If she was going to redeem herself for her stupid mistakes she had to endure things like this. What she hadn't expected, though she should have seen it through her seismic sense, was the guy pulling a gun on her and about to fire. Electricity flashed into existence, and seemingly out of nowhere. Terra gasped, stumbled backwards and fell on her bottom. After a few minutes, an all too familiar face came grew; Karen Beecher, a.k.a Bumblebee. Terra didn’t know what to do or feel. All she could do was gaze at the African-American heroine. She slowly got up and kept staring at Bumblebee. It was only when Karen began to speak that Terra focussed.
Terra bowed slightly and then undid her slab shackles. When that was done, she took a few steps back. Terra hadn’t expected Karen to welcome with her open arms. She didn’t expect any of the Titans to do that, to be quite frank. She had hurt them all very much. Thinking about it now, maybe she shouldn’t have come. Clearly the Titans hadn’t forgotten her or how she betrayed them. The blonde Markovian wondered if she should leave now. It probably would be better if she did. After all, Terra could tell that Karen had her guard up. Terra wrung her hands in nervousness.
“It’s good to see you alive, Bumblebee.” Terra used Karen’s codename, unsure on whether the Titan would like a traitor calling her by her first name. Terra looked to the firearm and a yellow glow emitted from her right hand. A piece of small encased the firearm and levitated away from the other heroine. She then made the earth crush the gun. She hoped Karen would appreciate that. Terra didn’t know how she could make the Titans see that she was a changed person. She knew that by doing heroics and words would not convince them. The Geokinetic knew she should go by now but she wanted to show Karen she was changed. “I didn’t know if anyone was gonna come.” Terra sighed and then took a few more steps back.
Terra hung in sadness and turned to leave….
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Post by Koriand'r on Aug 31, 2012 23:42:15 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #ff3300; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]T he faint rumble of the ocean as it danced along the shore was like music to the young Tamaranian’s ears. The morning sun was rising and the nude body of Koriand’r was strewn out upon the rocks that surrounded the little makeshift pool created by the members. Her green eyes opened, looking up to the sky then rolling back to catch a view of the gleaming tower. She smiled feeling a particular warmth fill her body whether it be the sun that rejuvenated the very cells in her being or the happiness she felt in being back in her home.
Yes, this tower, this planet was the only place that she would call home. Tamaran was a thing in the distant past and would never be considered part of her origins. The betrayal of her people had hardened her and the indifference of her family had been the pivotal point that brought Koriand’r to turn her back completely on her entire species. Never had she felt like she belonged there and once she arrived on Earth after escaping the Citadel, this young planet was the only place where she had learned love, compassion, friendship, and everything that had once abandoned her at her place of birth.
Grateful was how she felt when she was reminded of the embrace of her friends upon her return. Her disappearance had caused them much worry and despite nearly not remembering all of them, their love had been enough to revitalize memories that she thought were long lost. It was a special place to her and Koriand’r did not think she would belong anywhere. The young Tamaran knew this well too, for she had traveled across the cosmos and not once had she encountered the same happiness as she did with her friends and on this small precariously placed island.
Turning over onto her stomach, she allowed the sun to beat down onto her back bringing it to increasing temperatures at a swift pace. Her body was singing with life now, the tissues and fibers in her body breathing and rippling with expression as they were empowered by the sun’s rays. She could feel the inner warmth within her intensify and snapping her fingers she watched as purple starbolt energy erupted from her tips and dissipated into the air. The young Tamaranian smiled, seeing the once cursed gifts that were forced upon her by Psion experiments to merely be a blessing in disguise. These abilities had allowed her to do more good than Koriand’r would have ever expected.
Closing her eyes and considering to use the rest of this quiet morning as her sort of meditation session, Koriand’r was prepared to fall back into a very lucid level of consciousness when the Titan’s alarm system went blaring. The sound had surprised her so much, that the Tamaranian found her orange skinned being sliding off the rocks and dropping heavily in the water. A large splash momentarily interrupted the irritable pitch but once she resurfaced, Koriand’r could only narrow her eyes – all clam thoughts leaving her as she recognized the alarm that signified trouble was afoot.
Immediately rising out of the water, the sheen droplets sliding off her body as she flew, Koriand’r made way for the entrance. Quickly grabbing her clothing that was laying on a lawn chair, she affixed her attire while in flight and appeared in the briefing room where a large, thin, transparent screen was displaying the source of current contention.
Midtown, San Franciso displayed on the screen and the computer narrowed it down to a local bank in the area. Koriand’r’s best guest was that robbery was in progress. It took her a moment to realize that there were no other Titans present in her midst, but she dismissed it acknowledging that the task at hand was more important. If they were your everyday common thieves then this job would before that area even reached heavy rush hour traffic. Choosing to embark on her own, Koriand’r flew out of the room, exited through a terrace and with orange hair flowing out behind her – creating a fire trail – she made way for the heart of San Francisco.
It did not take long for the young alien to reach the moderately busy intersection. As always, a crowd had gathered, all curious bystanders who got a kick out of watching these type of things take place. It was funny that they were so willing to stand around and watch, but none of them ever really helped. The greatest irony of all, Koriand’r supposed. Arriving on the scene, Koriand’r hovered over the grounds and much to her surprise chanced upon the three robbers who were already being apprehended.
Her timing was a bit off and if she was wondering where the rest of the Titans were, well one of them stood at the command of the situation. Karen Beecher stood, a rather perplexed look on her face as she backed away from the three robbers who had been knocked out and the young blond woman that stood before her. Koriand’r raised her brow, floating overhead, and finally landing besides Karen whose eyes trembled with uncertainty. Deciding that this blonde young woman was the ring master of this scheme, Koriand’r stood proud and tall, towering over the blonde and making eye contact to prove she was all business.
The woman, small, rather frail looking and with a tentative look on her face look to Koriand’r and for a moment their eyes were locked. The Tamaran could only stare, the face of the girl a vivid blur in her memory and for a moment Koriand’r was visibly stunned as her mind was beginning to process the image and finally – as if a mountain had fallen atop the Tamaranian princess, Koriand’r made a sudden realization.
“HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE!” Koriand’r’s voice was so harsh, so thickly laced with anger that it threatened to shatter the molecules in the air. Taking a huge responsibility to protect herself and the people within her proximity Koriand’r defensively raised one hand before Karen, acting as a shield and the other hand forward, her first balled and a brilliant purple light radiating from her flesh. It sparked and crackled with energy, sounding uncontrolled and ready to burst. Her brows furrowed heavily and she cast a dark look on Tara. There were not many things that Koriand’r remembered after her incident of amnesia, but she could recall – clear as day – those who had wronged her and those who had wronged her friends.
Tara Markov was a thorn in Koriand’r’s side – no a dagger that had found its way into her flesh and dug through the multiple layers and organs and twisted in delight. She would never forget the girl who had hand delivered the Titans to the mercenary Deathstroke and in a fit of delight watched the same people who had welcomed her with open arms – suffer. The anger was flushing though Koriand’r and her orange skin seemed to grow shades darker in conjunction to her emotion.
“I will give you until three to leave Tara.” Koriand’r began, teeth grit and every ounce of willpower being used to NOT attack the girl. She did not want to negotiate; she did not want small talk. She wanted the treacherous leech out of her sight, out of this city, away from her friends, “I do not know what you are doing here. I do not care what you want. I want you out of this city, I want you away from my friends.” A pause as she focused on her ball of energy, making it bigger and brighter, “One…” Koriand’r wasn’t really one to easily forgive and certainly not one to forget.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2012 0:39:45 GMT -5
It had been a calm day, even a nice day. Kon-L was in town to seek out and learn about this group formerly called the Teen Titans. Where did this mission take him, to the great city of San Fransisco. Konor wondered what Fransisco would think of what has become of the city that was named afte him. Konor was sure the Catholic monk would not have been pleased.
But after putting those thoughts out of his mind, Konor returned to the business at hand, locating these Titans and reconning them. The first objective is to locate one of the Titans.
What was that?! That loud sound and yelling. That sounds like a bank alarm." Konor thought to himself as his ultra hearing caught the pressure waves pulsing through the air to his ear drums from the alarm bells.
Away he went to the source of the sound. While he coukdn't trick flying or special moves, he could fly from point A to point B... and fast. Konor sped through the air ata speed that would leave a pressure field in his wake, and a circular puff of smoke looking ring as he broke the sound barrier, at Mach 6.
Once he arrived on the seen, Konor was shocked to not see a bank robbery in progress, but what appeared to be two girls with apparent super powers haarrasing another girl.
At seeing this incident Konor dropped from the sky like a meteor from space impacing the ground at around 100 feet per second. Once he stood tall, he had his back to Terra and spoke to the two super powered girls.
"What seems to be the problem here girls? Surely a simple issue between people needn't require violence to solve."
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Post by Bumblebee on Sept 1, 2012 10:46:34 GMT -5
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Karen was besides herself with a flurry of emotions. Fear, anger, anxiety and confusion were barely scrapping the surface, but Karen did not want to delve into them. Instead she focused on maintaining her composure not wanting to show Tara that she was afraid or that she was suspiscious of her. The last thing she wanted was to develop any more contention. Retaining a rather taunt posture she tried to show graciousness in her expression.
Suddenly the blazing streak that was so clearly Koriand'r appeared behind Tara and Karen felt her heart jump. This was both a good and bad progression of events because Karen felt comfort in the presence of other members but she also recognized Koriand'r as potentially the worst person to come face to face with the young teen who had seemingly come back from life. That was a question that nagged the back if her mind but at the same time she wondered if it mattered. Aside from Garfield, the rest of the Titans were never exactly keen on her return.
"I think you should go-"
Too late, her warning would not be received as the Tamaranian warrior descended from the skies and in a very Kori'-esque manner expresses her apparent disdain. Karen moved forward intent on calming the Titan, but was only met with Koriand'r's arm shooting forward in a protective position. She couldn't blame her, the alien princess only had the better interest of her friends and the city in mind. Koriand'r remenered better than most the wrongs this woman had done and if anyone knew Koriand'r they knew she was not so quick to forgive.
Five years and one would think it would have been a thing of thenpast, but under Gar's insistence a memorial had been set up for Tara and because his remorse was not shares, Tara's statute acres as a terrible reminder of the mistake the Titan's had allowed into her ranks. Still while Karen could understand Koriand'r's feeling, she also felt that here and now was not the time or place to express their concerns. Nothing had been proved yet and until they could remedy the situation she didn't think it was in the Titan's best interest to initiate an unprovoked brawling session.
"Koriand'r it's alright. She helped... I asked her to leave... you can put your arms down."
Karen spoke her voice soft and calming as she rested her hands on Koriand'r's outstretched arm and felt the burning intensity creep through her suit and reach herbown flesh. Regardless she held on trying to protect and prevent the Tamaranian from expressing the extent of her disdain publicly.
Just as she thought Koriand'r was ready to lower her defenses - even if only slightly - a sonic boom hurtled from the distance and soon after the ground beneath them crunched and cratered into itself. Things were apparently going to take a turn for the worst today and Karen still had to get to class! They stumbled and Karen quickly turned checking to see if the robbers were still out cold. Reliefed to see then still sprawled out on the ground she returned her attention to the figure that had appeared - wait was that Superman?
Confused and still holding onto Koriand'r she felt the muscles in the warrior's arm flex as she stared down the new threat. Was this a lackey of Terra's? Were they in cahoots? Karen had deduced that the man - although very similar in appearance was not the man on steel based on his mannerisms or perhapa lack of them. People around them were struggling from the ground and stared frightfully at the wanna be Kryptonian whose clear inconsideration for this block and the people were as obnoxious as his choice in opening speech. Her eyes narrowed staring him up and down and looking to Tara who held a reserved look on her face. Was this her way of exacting revenge, coming from the dead and using a Superman clone to face off with the Titans? She really couldn't be trusted. Pulling Koriand'r by the arm and keeping her distance from the two Karen decided it was time for some damage control.
"Look buddy-" Karen began directing attention to Kon-L, "You're either here under the wrong pretenses or have no business being here." Karen said still holding onto Koriand'r, "Koriand'r we got the bad guys, we're done here." she said pulling on Koriand'r and ignoring her any resistence they had no more business here and the day had been saved. Before anything got crazier Karen thought it in their best interests to leave the scene now.[/style] Sent from my DROID BIONIC using proboards
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Sept 1, 2012 13:19:44 GMT -5
Cassie really had not got a clue what she’d managed to get herself into here.
She’d been taking time out in San Fran, away from the Tower. She needed it. The couple of people she actually knew had vanished into nowhere, leaving her with a place full of people she didn’t know, didn’t really want to know and absolutely no direction at all. She just didn’t know what she was doing at all and, while Cassie didn’t exactly worry about that, she had thought that being in somewhere like Titans Tower would give her one. Instead, she was just hanging around, flying back home, beating up punching bags and wondering if she ought to be somewhere else, doing something else.
She didn’t know. She did know she wanted space and she wanted to see a bit more of San Francisco. So, that morning, she’d slipped out of the Tower, caught the boat across the bay and gone roaming. It wasn’t as if she was bothered by any bits of the city after all and walking for hours didn’t even make her feet sore anymore. It was just a pain that the Armour’s few good points came with so many damn problems attached. So many. It was just…
Anyway, by this point, her path had taken her to midtown, where Cassie had been cheerfully engaged in the ancient ritual of window shopping to her heart’s content. Dressed in a backless grey top and leggings covered by a split black sarong-esque skirt, she’d fitted in perfectly, even with the bronzed shapes of her war bracelets in plain sight on her forearms. Cassie was pretty sure nobody would recognise them and, even if they did, she was sure of one thing – she could handle herself. She hadn’t met anyone yet she didn’t like her chances against, so long as she didn’t have to fight fair. But nothing was happening, she hadn’t seen anyone give her a second look (or at least, not for that reason) and she was having way too much fun to let a little thing like the incriminating evidence on her arms worry her.
So that was all fine. Until things started to go wrong. So, first up, a blonde meta had shown up and used her powers to nab three bank robbers, which was fine. Cassie, lurking in the crowd, hadn’t planned to get involved, but then a woman she’d see around the Tower showed up, followed by another and things got confusing. First, the blonde meta seemed to know the Titan, then Starfire seemed to hate her and called her Terra… Cassie was about to do the sensible thing and duck out before anyone noticed her, then things went to Hela in a hand basket as somebody looking suspiciously like Superman dropped right out of the sky on the side of the girl who had started it all.
And, because it did that, the Armour responded. Gritting her teeth, the blonde powerhouse didn’t even bother trying to suppress it, instead letting the stuff flow over her until she stood dressed in the blood red bodysuit, this time with the half-breastplate in place, the more armoured look showing that the Armour knew that there were dangerous people nearby. As if she needed it to let her know that, when one of them was looking like Superman. That was a pretty good hint, in Cassie’s mind.
The crowd had parted at the change, so she stepped forward, rolling her eyes as one or two muttered her loathed ‘name’ under their breath, her positioning bringing her behind ‘Superman’ and the blonde he was protecting. "I really don’t know who you are,” She offered, "But maybe you ought to see what’s going on before you stick your nose into other people’s business…” Privacy was important. He probably wasn’t Superman. And, just in case, she had her nifty unbreakable lariat in hand.
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Post by Terra on Sept 1, 2012 18:34:19 GMT -5
Terra heard Karen’s comment and was about to leave when the fiery streak of Koriand’r descended upon her. She turned to her and stood rooted to the spot, petrified. Karen tried to calm her fellow Titan down, which Terra thought was kind of pointless. She still remembered how all the Titans acted. Starfire had always been protective of her fellow Titans, which Terra found refreshing, after having been away for five years. She shouldn’t have come – it had been a mistake, just like betraying the Titans had been. She looked down and fidgeted.
Terra was about to leave, again, when someone else came. Then when he spoke, Terra visibly gawped in disbelief. Who was he to interfere? Sure, it was kind of good that he intervened but that may make Starfire madder. She just wanted to stop the bad guys, and now it was becoming a public fiasco. This is not she wanted to happen, at all.
“Look, whoever you are, I’m not in any trouble, I don’t want trouble. Also, I didn’t want this to become a public fiasco.”
Terra quickly glanced at Starfire and then to Karen. Ok, Starfire definitely doesn’t like you still. Karen was gracious enough to try and warn me. Why is this Superman clone getting involved?
Before anything else could happen, a blonde girl decided to get involved. Terra wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t want the public to get hurt if this got ugly. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if that happened. Her healer had said that she’d have panic attacks if she felt threatened – so far, she was ok. Maybe it was time she explained herself. After all, they probably thought she was working for Slade again, which would be understandable. Terra sighed.
“Look, let me explain,” said Terra. Before Starfire could fry her, Terra told her story from the beginning so the Superman clone and the blonde-haired woman could hear. She told them about how she survived and about the healer who restored her both physically and mentally. She told them about she had spent the last five years with the healer, honing her powers and meditating.
Terra went to her knees and clasped her hands, as if in prayer. The public gasped and watched on. “Starfire, Bumblebee. I hurt you and the others – I know, I see it now. I know I can’t possibly do anything to make you accept my apology or anything but I came here to apologise.” Thinking about it now, it made break down again and she began to cry. The public then began a chant: ‘Second chance! Second chance!’
It rang out clear and loud. Terra wasn’t paying attention to the crowd or the other supers – she was too busy balling her eyes out.
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Post by Koriand'r on Sept 2, 2012 12:29:16 GMT -5
[style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #ff3300; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]"T wo." her voice quavered with seething rage and Koriand'r's arm was trembling as the mounting power vibrated through every fiber in her body to emit through the single purple orb on her hand. Karen had taken a hold of her, trying to subdue her and while Koriand'r could understand what Bumblebee was telling her she didn't acknowledge any of her words. Not here and not now, the Titan was not prepared to be gulled like she had been last time. She was better than that, better than the scum of the Earth that stood before her who she remembered acted so hard to be some poster child.
"Th-" She found herself unable to finish her countdown as a figure descended from the skies with such amazing force the ground crumbled and gave way under his feet. The block shook from his might and Koriand'r's rage grew even more as he stood at the defense of the young woman. Was this her accomplice? A sick attempt to ridicule them in front of the public. Her inner self told her to calm down, but at the same time she found that she could not. Who was this kareelian crotch worm who had chosen this time to intervene? What did he know of this girl and her relationship with the Titans. If he wanted to play this game Koriand'r was prepared to pummel him to the ground.
The Tamaranian's eyes narrowed as she intensified the glow of her starbolt, exhibiting to the newcomer that she was not afraid and that she was prepared to blast both he and the treacherous girl with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.
Karen was first to speak, and while Koriand'r disagreed with her neutrality in the situation, she also understood why she acted this way. There was no need for a spectacle, not requirements to show the public who had only known Tara as a hero as a Titan that there within the ranks was animosity. But at the same time the wonderfully emotive Tamaranian found it so hard to willingly submit to the play nice demeanor. It would be - she thought - impossible and if not for Karen's stronghold on her, she knew that she would have already burst forward and sent a burning first straight through Tara's chest - an assault that had been years in the making.
Breathing in and out, Koriand'r tried to focus on some inner peace as another familiar face stepped into the scene to help mitigate any potential damage. Cassandra stepped forward, donning her blood red suit and gleaming golden armor to take her side against the Skortch that that had arrived. She felt a hint of satisfaction as she considered Cassie on her side and shared the contemptuous feeling she felt in the gaze that she lay over him.
He was not welcome here and Koriand'r would be certain to show him why that was the case. Tara stood behind him helpless for the moment, and in her defense, she stepped forward much to Koriand'r's disdain and tended to the crowd. Was she trying to appeal to the Titans? Because as far as Koriand'r was concerned she was not willing to let go of the grudge she had for the low life that had betrayed her friends. Reformed she had heard it before. Forgiveness she had seen where that had taken her. Whatever game she was trying to play, Koriand'r would not and would never fall for it. She had dedicated her life to straying far from her home planet, far from the people who had handed her over for their own selfish reasons. She wasn't going to give into the pleas of some small, pathetic girl that thought just because she got down on her knees and wooed the crowd she had a chance to come back.
Life wasn't that easy silly girl.
Before anyone could say anything or stop her, Koriand'r took the initiative to speak, "You are pathetic." Koriand'r hissed her eyes narrowed and expression heavy with abhorrence, she was whispering, her face leaned in closer so that only the heroes could hear her words, "As are your stories and excuses - both of which we- I will not fall for again." she said, her teeth grit together and apparent satisfaction of talking down to her showing in her eyes, "On my account, you are not welcome here - you never were." with that said, Koriand'r turned on her heel, prying her arm from Karen's grip and turning to the officers who stood in slight confusion. Motioning to the men on the ground, they nodded at her silent command and tended to locking up up and putting them in their police vehicles. "Come Bumblebee, Cassie - there is nothing here that requires our attention." Koriand'r said, rising into the air and wrinkling her nose at the ground who were still groaning and commenting on her decision. She didn't care, if they wanted to lay pity on Tara then they could take her in and welcome her with open arms - Koriand'r certainly was not. She looked expectantly at her team mates, awaiting them to follow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 13:56:23 GMT -5
Konor stood and a listened as the woman "talked." Once it became clear that the women here had their own history Konor stood to the side in a manner that none of them was to his back, and spoke.
"Well ladies, now that has become clear that she is not in distress, and that you all have a personal history I shall let you ladies deal with this amongst your selves. I was merely in town to meet the former Teen Titans and was told this is their headquarters location."
While Kon-L was talking and observing the women he began to piece two and two together, and had an epiphany.
"Oooohhh this girl betrayed your trust in her some how. Well her apology SEEMS sincere, but I leave it up to you all and I hope it does not resort to violence. However, I don't get in the middle of the disputes of equals."
At that Kon-L tepped back still within striking distance incase he was attacked, but so that he was no longer between them.
Konor watched the police carry away the bad men, and then turned his attentions to the assembled women once more. Would today end in volence and bloodshed or in forgiveness and peace. Or would today end in nothing resolved?
Kon-L hated non-resolution.. it was one of the worst things that could happen. He remebered back to what he had been taught and a famous man's quote came to life in his mind. Theodore Rosevel was the man, and what he said was this. "Tthe best thing a man in combat to do is the right thing. The next best thing to do is the wrong thing. But the worst thing to do is nothing."
As those words wrang through his mind he was sure this would not be one of those times. This time there would be resolution.
Then Konor turned to look at Terra and wondered what this girl could have done to piss the others off soo bad, especially if she was one of them. Whatever it was, it had to have been bad for the orange one to be this ready to fight and not even think about forgiveness. And if it was that bad, then the girl should've known better than to expect forgiveness.
"This is going to get messy in one way or the other." Konor thought to himself.
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