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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:54:44 GMT -8
Originally posted by: NightwingDate: Apr 18, 2007 7:04 AM Involving: Nightwing, Caleb, Ghost RiderA sillhouetted figure arced through the New York rooftops. Swinging in a vast arc by the grapple launched attatched to his guantlet, he soared through the misty night sky. Releasing the cord, his body continued due to the momentum he had built up until he landed gracefully on a flagpole extending horizantally from a building. Casting his saphire blue eyes through out the city he let out a light sigh. Things were beginning to build up in him. Badly. Tim had been gone for several long months, and the Gotham's Guardians were still trying restoring the city to order from the New Year's incident. Dick was worried about Tim. The boy was the closest thing he ever had to a brother, and to lose that? It was something...he would never be prepared for. Hopefully Tim would be back soon. He could only hope the loss of the boy's father didn't push him over the edge. And now he was in New York city. Apparently that....weird preist guy Caleb had been reported here. Bruce would've gone himself...he had a few friends in New York...but Gotham needed it's Dark Knight. So Batman sent Nightwing. Sighing lightly as he pushed his gloved fingers through his jet black hair he continued to eye the city before him. "C'mon, Caleb. Where are you?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:56:00 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Apr 24, 2007 2:59 AM
A common that thing that many people wondered was what psychotic super powered killers did when they weren't, well, killing. Now Caleb personally enjoyed a good hot dog and a nice bit of whistling while he ate. Now granted yes, he did rip the vendors head off when he tried to charge him for the food, but honestly the man was no good. Trying to extort money out of a holy man of the cloth? Well he deserved to die. So did that damn child who wouldn't stop screaming, you'd think some people had never seen a decapitated body before.
Alas for the former priest, he had good works to do. While his main master was Neron, he wasn't above doing wetwork for others, especially if it was to increase his own power. The current boss was one Mephisto who needed some flamey demon thing stopped. He couldn't remember the specifics, but he knew that NYC was the place to be. Besides how many flaming skulls could there be right? Kill enough people and you get all kinds of heros running. Caleb kills the right one, traps his soul in the special gem he got and then he got a great power boost. Considering he can already go toe to toe with Superman, well hell it'd just be neat.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:56:41 GMT -8
Ghost Rider Posted: Apr 24, 2007 8:08 AM
Johnny Blaze had been enjoying a nice ride out on his bike. Nothing spectacular, no super jumps or death stunts tonight, just a ride around town. Things were going pretty smooth as of late. He hadn't changed into the Spirt of Vengeance for...what a week now? And the last time he had been forced to change it was in the name of stopping a couple muggers. I mean...of course the Ghost Rider was more on the terms of battling demons and...things to that effect, but when the opportunity arose, he didn't put himself above helping out the city. God knows it needs it.
Before he could even finish his train of thought he was getting that itch in the back of his head that he usually got right before he transformed. So much for a peaceful ride...
Within seconds his bike had kicked up speed, shooting up flames as it did so all while it transformed into the devilish Hellcycle. Within the same seconds, his flesh had vanished as if he had been a coprse for decades, and flames burned from his bones. The vicious hellfire that was a trademark of the Spirt of Vengeance. The Ghost Rider.
The bike came to a skidding stop aside a hotdog stand, shooting up flames as it did. Dismounting the vehicle, the spiritual figure took in the sight of the bodies lying on the ground, while a man leaned against the wall finishing his hot dog. Christ...The Rider could see the evil apparitions of this one with his eyes closed.
Something was out of place. But he didn't have time to worry about it. As far as he could tell it was just a man. He couldn't feel the aurora of a demon on his form. Holding up a single accusing finger his raspy voice seethed, "Guilty."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:57:58 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Apr 28, 2007 12:38 AM
"Yer point?"
Well so much for enjoying his hot dog. Finishing the last of it, he brushed off his hands on his jeans and sized up the newcomer. Flaming skull, leather jacket, nice bike. Well lucky day, he got the hero he wanted right on the first try. Rolling his head around, Caleb popped his neck. He'd need to be loose for the upcoming fight, magic powered folks didn't go down as easy as metahumans did. Not that's he wouldn't go down, everyone died when faced with Caleb, it was just a matter of time and patience.
"Now here I was enjoying a meal and you had ta come and ruin it. Hell if anyone is guilty it's that fella for trying to charge a man of the clothe for food. It's just rude. But i'm sure ya don't see it that way now do ya boy? Your kind never does, mores the pity. Not that it matters, see i'm supposed to end you, right and proper. Nothing real personal about it, it's just what I do."
Slowly he began to move away from the wall and walk to the side of the demonic hero. Poor fool, such power and he wasted it. Maybe he could convince Mephisto to let him have it once this Rider was dead. Hell would that be fun. Grinning, the mad priest opened his mouth as if to say something. Moving swiftly, he turned, grabbed the now abandoned hot dog cart and hurled it at the vigilante biker. Time to see how tought he is.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:58:26 GMT -8
Ghost Rider Posted: Apr 28, 2007 4:33 AM
Johnny watched as this man so callously moved, as if he didn't have a worry in the world. He had slaughtered these people...and his only worry was getting the blood on his shoes. And that...made the flames burn a little hotter.
Johnny never understood why one human being could find it so easy, to take another human being's life...another soul into his hands...and decide to end that life. It was something that was beyond his understanding. Yes, he had burnt a few souls with his penance stare, but those were already destined for hell. These...? These were innocents.
The Ghost Rider ripped his chain from his body, twirling it through the air before moving it like a whip to strike the ground aside his own feet. Watching Caleb move slowly. He had initially thought that this was going to be a walk in the park, just an easy, smooth, take down. But...with everything Johnny was capable of with this curse...he was still Johnny Blaze...and he was still pretty damn naive. Always was. And as much as the eyeless skull of the Ghost Rider could see of the souls of the guilty...there was one thing he didn't see until it was too late.
Caleb...though human...had some sort of spiritual power beyond understanding.
And once he realized that...the hot dog stand was already airborne. It slammed into his body and sent him flying backwards, crashing through a department store window. There was no motion for a few seconds before the hotdog stand burst into flames and was hurled right back at Caleb from where it had landed upon the Rider.
Pushing himself to hit feet, he looked to the mannequin on his left that was displaying jewelry. "Excuse me." he muttered before hopping out the window.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:59:11 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Apr 28, 2007 8:20 AM
Batting the cart aside with one arm, Caleb chuckled to himself. Moving forward slowly as the Rider rose from the store window, he took stock of his surroundings. There weren't many people around, which cut down on potential hostages or meat missiles. Unfortunet, but he could deal with it. Just like he was gonna deal with this flame headed fool. Mostly Caleb had killed normal humans, from women and children to swat and special forces. However he only had a few meta or magic user kills and most were minor threats at that. He longed for a big kill, but until now his masters haven't given him the chance. But now? Now it was time to show this leather punk he was messing with the man who fought Superman to a standstill. Lifting up one foot, he brought it crashing down to the ground, the concrete breaking as the force rippled out towards the Rider.
"See boy I know a bit more about you then you do me. I know you're a demon in a human host. I know you got yerself a fancy bike and chain. I also know that you can't fly, which means what i'm doing right now, throwing you off your feet? Gives me the advantage."
Springing forward, Caleb charged his foe with speed that no mortal man should possess. Lowering his head and shoulders, he sent himself plowing towards the Rider like a football player. Fellow couldn't use his chain whip if he didn't have the room and distance to swing it. That ment a down and dirty slug fest.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 14:59:35 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Apr 28, 2007 10:46 AM
Swinging in a vast arc by his jump cable, Nightwing soared with all of the speed he could build up, before releasing the cord and going into him boots first with the full momentum of his arc. The connection was enough to throw the phsycotic priest aside as if he were a ragdoll. Thank God for Kevlar...or else Dick's ankles would've shattered into half a million pieces.
Dick backflipped once his feet knocked Caleb aside, scoring a landing that would make top gymnasts blush with envy. Turning his head to the left where Ghost Rider was standing. He punched him in the chest lightly. "Hey Bonehead, nice to see ya' again."
Dick had been in New York City a while before the New Years thing had happened and the city had gone to hell. He'd fought alongside Ghost Rider while he was in town and Johnny and Dick got to know each other without the masks. Thanks to a small amount of time the duo spent in captivity. Hell, Dick had even met Johnny's girlfriend. The bonehead was pretty cool, one of the few New Yorkers Dick got along with aside Spider-Man and Sandi.
Turning back from Ghost Rider to Caleb, Dick shifted into a fighting stance. "Alright, Bad Guy Bios 101. His name's Caleb. We don't know much about him other than he's fueled by some sort of spirtitual strength. Kinda like you. Main difference is he bows down to some other demon. After you told me about your situation, I thought it was Mephisto for a while, but it's not. It's some other demon. He's got enough power to beat down Superman in a way that would make kryptonite jealous. Dunno why he's in this town, but I know how he's going to leave." Dick said, twirling out both escrimas.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:00:00 GMT -8
Ghost Rider Posted: Apr 28, 2007 11:57 AM
The Rider prepared himself as Caleb charged him. When suddenly he was gone, and Nightwing was standing before him. If he had lips, he would smile. He hadn't seen Dick Grayson in too damn long and the little blue bird picked the perfect time to show up and save his ass.
Punching the masked hero's shoulder, Ghost Rider stepped up beside him, facing their opponent whom was beginning to regain his composure. "Welcome to the party, spandex boy." He said before twirling his chain a bit around his fist to give himself a better grip of it.
He listened to Nightwing's summary of all he knew of Caleb. So Caleb had powers being granted to him by some sort of demonic figure. Watch it turn out to be Mephisto's second cousin or something like that. Aw well. At least it was Blackheart. "Greeat. Did your fancy little batcomputer give you a list or weaknesses or did cowl-head forget to update that file?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:00:25 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Apr 30, 2007 12:57 AM
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRGG!"
Tearing the car he had been kicked into in half, Caleb glared at the two heroes with murder in his eyes. The other one, the new one, that was the bat's boy Nightwing. A royal pain in the ass. Caleb must have some special power to attract heros, cuz it seemed everytime he tried to kill someone, someone showed up to bail them out. It really pissed him off.
"I am going to rip out your ribcage and beat you with it! I'm not just going to stop there, i'm going to find everyone you love and peel their flesh off with my bare fingers!"
Stomping towards them, he stopped when he was twenty feet away. Suddenly his face changed from a mask of murderous intent to one of serene calm. Grinning slightly, he bent down and with super human force, dug his hands into the street. Paydirt, got it on the first try. Wrapping his hands around the pipe he had located, most likely a water main, he tightened his grip and pulled up. As more and more of the pipe came shooting up out of the ground, it began to explode outwords all down the line. A line the two heros happened to be standing on.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:00:45 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Apr 30, 2007 7:15 AM
Nightwing nodded at Ghost Rider's comment, his eyes never turning away from the car he had sent Caleb flying into. "Yeah, that's about right...." He muttered preparing himself for the attack he knew was soon to come. Dick Grayson had a thing against all villians. It's what drove him to wear the mask. But Caleb? Well Caleb was one who really pissed him off. Not too long ago, the insane preacher nearly killed several good friends of his. Hell, he gave Clark a battle that wouldn't soon be forgotten.
Watching as the car was ripped in two, the ear piercing sound of ripping metal filling the air, all he could do was keep up the witty banter. "Aw, c'mon, Caleb. I mean I know the paint job wasn't all that spiffy, but that was taking it a step too far don't you think...?"
Dick braced himself watching Caleb thrust his fist through the gravel. Dick allowed himself to ponder for a single instant what it was their opponents were up to. However, predicting the unpredictable wasn't the simplest of tasks. But as the water pipe was ripped from the ground, Dick already knew it was too late to stop him. All he could do was avoid the attack and pray Johnny had enough foresight to do the same.
Dodging to the side, Dick barely avoided being caught by a burst of water, being partially soaked by water as he did so. Tucking and rolling to come to a smooth stop, arcing two electrical batarangs from his fingertips straight at his nemesis.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:01:55 GMT -8
Ghost Rider Posted: Apr 30, 2007 8:19 AM
The Rider shook his head scoffing lightly at his masked comrade's words. "Yeah...I had a feeling that was the story." He said just as Caleb ripped the car in half and tore himself free of it's restrictions. Oh that was smooth. For some reason....Johnny had a pretty damn good feeling that he and Dick had pissed that magical maniac off. That was alright with him though. His anger would make him sloppy.
He crossed his arms at the priest's threat, shrugging weakly at the imposing danger he laughed a bit before replying with the same witty banter tone that Nightwing had used, picking up on the cue. "Rip my ribcabe out? Well...it's not like I've got much meat blocking the way. And well...with the loved ones..." He twirled his chain through the air before slapping it to the ground. "I'll have to make you rethink that proposal."
He was caught just as offguard as Dick by the water pipe being ripped from the ground. And well.....Dick was a born acrobat and...well...Johnny wasn't. Jumping as best he could out of the way the water pipe caught his ankle and he nearly crashed his skull straight into the pavement but managed to catch himself in midair.
Pulling a not so smooth landing he turned towards Caleb gritting his bare teeth. "Alright...y'wanna play with water? Tell me what y'think about fire!!" With that he thrusted both hands forward, arcing duel fireballs towards his opponant. "Burn you son of a @#$%&!!"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:02:30 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Apr 30, 2007 2:23 PM
Raising up both arms, he crossed them in front of his face as both of the heroes attacks hit. While his face was just as hard to hurt as the rest of him it didn't mean that he liked getting hit in it. The fireballs stung a bit, but those batarangs or whatever they were didn't do much. Poor fool didn't know the main rule, magic must defeat magic. Oh well, maybe he'd share it with him when he ripped off his head.
"Ya know, it occurs to me that I have a golden opportunity here. I can kill the two of you and really get some enjoyment out of it. Hell one of you is some wet behind the ears punk and the other is a mortal human who can prance around like a fruitcake. Only wat it'd be easier is if you were missing your limbs. Oh! Idea! Let's do that!"
Digging his feet into the ground, he pushed off with all of his might. Could he fly? Not in the strictest sense, but he could propel himself at some pretty damn fast speeds. In his book that was good enough. Knowing that the odds were good Nightwing would dodge, Caleb aimed himself at Ghost Rider, plowing into the flame headed hero at a pretty damn impressive speed. Bringing up his arms, he wrapped both hands around the vigilantes throat, or neck bones as the case may be. Grinning sadistically, he began to apply an inhuman amount of pressure.
"I'm thinking that I can't strangle you, but I wonder if you'll live once I squeeze your spine to dust boy. I'll let you in on a little secret, once i kill you i'll know who you really are. Then I will track down whomever you may care about and personally drag them down to hell. For all eternity."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:03:22 GMT -8
Ghost Rider Posted: May 5, 2007 7:49 AM
Johnny Blaze was world famous for being one of the greatest stunt cyclists whom ever lived. Hell, he might even be the best of the best. He knew everything there was to know about motorcycles and some things that would make motorcycle designers scratch their heads. Bottom line: You ask anyone in the world what Johnny Blazes life was all about their response would be simple: Motorcycles. The fact of the matter was that...that wasn't the case. The motorcycles were second nature to him, true. He practically breathed exhaust as motor fluid practically ran through his blood. However....that was wrong. That was all wrong.
The most important thing in Johnny's life? That was a girl named Roxanne.
She was the angel that kept the demon from fully taking over Johnny. She was the relieving mist which allowed the flames to die down every now and again. She was the only real thing connecting him to a past he missed so much. Namely, his father. She was the only existing piece of the real Johnny Blaze. Losing that? Would be losing himself to The Rider.
All those thoughts flooded through his mind when Caleb said his last words. And the Ghost Rider said nothing...but inside his head? He was screaming. And for anyone standing against him...? He hoped Dick had the sense to jump away. If not...well....he hoped the nomex fire retardant in his costume was enough to handle the flames of hell.
A single leather clad hand shot forward and grabbed Caleb by his hair and pulled him closer to the demonic skull and flames of the Rider. And his jawbones twisted slightly into the best smile he could muster without lips. "Is that all you got, little man..?" The Rider's voice seethed. He wasn't going to lie, the punk had a grip that would probably shatter the Rider's bones if his power wasn't equally increased by the mystical force driving him. But if he sat here any longer, not too much time would pass before he actually grinded the bones to dust. But that was okay. Johnny had all the time he needed.
Leaning a little bit closer, the demonic grin still across his bony face he spoke once more. "My turn..."
It was at that instant that every fire fighter looking on probably needed to change his pants. A blaze that could burn out the sun erupted from Johnny's bones, enveloping both himself and Caleb. The blaze burned hotter than any fier building could. The gigantic ember burning with all the intensity that the flames of hell could cause. And all the Spirit of Vengeance could do while he and his adversary disappeared from sight in the mist of the inferno was burnt into a satanic laughter.
"Vengeance is mine!!"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:04:34 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: May 5, 2007 9:12 AM
Dick instinctively vaulted to the side as Caleb made his move in their direction. Of course it was an attempt in vain. If Caleb were charging him, Dick wouldn't have been fast enough to move away in time. The fact of the matter was that Caleb was one of the villians on a totally different caliber than Nightwing. Though Dick had faced more than his fair share of those, and managed to beat a good many of them, it was never an easy battle to wage. Though it was a nice thought to know that he had Ghost Rider to help him in this little skirmish.
As he tucked and rolled smoothly to the side he turned seeing Caleb holding Johnny down by his spinal column. Christ, that wasn't good. He vaulted two more electric batarangs from his fingertips and they might as well have been made from rubber the way they deflected off of the priest without so much is leaving a scratch. "Damnit..." he muttered under his breath. This wasn't good.
Before he had a chance to make his next move, the blaze erupted before his eyes, and grew to what looked like a burning star in an instant. If Dick didn't know Johnny, he would think that he was witnessing an a nuclear warhead's detonation sequence, but that wasn't the case. Damn it, this was why he hated fighting magical battles as much as Batman hated metas.
The lenses built into his mask could normally block out plenty of light and keep his eyes perfectly safe, but this time, Dick had to avert his eyes if he wanted to keep his vision. However that wasn't the only evasive action he had to take. His suit was built to were he could resist powerful blazes. But he wasn't going to be betting it against what hell could muster. Launching a grapple from his wrist guantlet, he retreated to a nearby fire escape. All he could do was cover his eyes and hope that Johnny didn't melt half the city.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 15:07:00 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: May 11, 2007 3:44 AM
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!"
Caleb could barely think at first as the boy erupted into flames, the fire consuming both himself and the rider. And, while he was loathe to say it, he was caught completely off guard. He didn't think that the boy could muster this kind of power, he knew that it was possible, but from what he had been told the Rider's host didn't allow the kind of full merging needed to do it. Well he was currently getting a char broiled face that would prove otherwise. Caleb was a tough old bird, he could walk through an atomic bomb blast needing nothing more then a new outfit. But this was magic, and that meant it could hurt him. He didn't like to be hurt.
He had one option to pull the plug on this little half demon, it was dangerous and could destroy the city or even rip a hole between dimensions, but hell that just made it sound even more attractive to him. While it was well known that Caleb was magically powered, what wasn't known was where the power came from. The answer was simple, he was fed by the power of Neron's whole realm. It was the price he demanded from Mephisto for fighting the Rider, access to the power from his realm as well. In theory he could draw upon that power indeffinetly or power up a massive burst. However he was still only mortal and there was only so much he could do at once without a nasty side effect. Like say, a powerful burst of mystical energy the likes of which this world had never seen. Drawing on his power, he felt it's dark magic soak every cell in his body to near bursting. Opening his eyes, he fixed them on the rider, the whole of his eyeball pitch black. Grinning, black energy leaked out through his teeth as he talked.
"Are you ready to finish this boy! I've shook hands with Satan himself, you think your hellfire is gonna stop me!?!?!?! I'll show you TRUE POWER!!!!!!"
As he roared these last words, all of the dark energy he had been gorging himself on exploded outwords from his body, a massive discharge of energy that, when combined with the Rider's hellfire had only one inevitable outcome. It merged and overloaded, then exploded, the force of the blast blowing out almost every window in the city, destroyed the whole block they where fighting in, which oddly enough had actually been mostly empty except for three homeless people and a drug dealer, and perhaps most importantly it blasted Caleb and the Rider apart, sending them both flying back.
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