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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:19:56 GMT -8
Originally posted by: NightwingDate: May 24, 2006 7:33 AM Involved: Nightwing, Oracle, Spider-Man, The Bat, Predator/The Hunter, Ra's al Ghul, Hyperkid, V, Dr. Doom*Note: One of our more massive storylines that involved people from outside of our affixed RP group. **** Thunder erupted and lightning splintered through the sky. The pouring rain hailed on the funeral area, creating an even darker mood than the one already created by the event itself. The day had finally come...it was the funeral of the warrior Nightwing. Dick Grayson's funeral already had been held. It was for the friends of Dick Grayson who did not know of his duel identities to pay respects to the man, who had supposedly drowned in Gotham River, which was an excuse to hide how he really died and explain why his casket held no body. His empty casket was buried in the ever growing Gotham Cemetery next to his parents. While, his body was here. The casket was closed because of how badly his body had been beaten by the mysterious creature, but atop the casket had his emblem painted on it, and atop it, sat his mask. The reason for the secondary funeral was so the heroes who knew him as Nightwing could pay their respects to the ally who had been slain in the line of duty....it was how he would've wanted to die...defending the world from a greater evil, giving his life for the higher purpose...and the thing he would've loved most of his death...was that he breathed his final breath...in Barbara's arms.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:21:36 GMT -8
OraclePosted: May 24, 2006 8:23 AM Sitting toward the back, with an umbrella in hand, Barbara fell into her more than somber mood. Dressed completely in black business attire she folded her umbrella, setting it to the side of her as she continued to watch as the soft steady rain turned into a downpour. 'Why did it always seem to rain at events like this?' she silently thought to himself. ' Her heart was, to say the least, broken. She had lost the one man she cared so terribly for. Being here... facing his death was probably one of the greatest challenges she was yet to undergo. She watched as a few caped souls started appearing, walking about the grounds. Barbara, however, stayed in her pre-designated area. She was there for Dick.... just as she had been there for Nightwing now. She tried to draw as less attention to herself as she could. Being out in the open wasn't something she was wasn't used to. "....wonder where Batman is..." she muttered. The sudden thought of her once again being truly alone had come to focus. She wiped the tears from her eyes and bowed her head.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:22:40 GMT -8
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:23:31 GMT -8
The BatPosted: May 24, 2006 3:08 PM "I've buried too many friends...too much family " He thought as He leaned hard against the windows stone framing at Wayne Manor. He had, days before, dealt with the infinite sorrow He felt. Now there was work to do to set things to right. But first He would pay His respects, Barbara would need Him. Losing Dick who was more like losing a son. The only son He would ever have. To say that He loved him was an understatement. He had taught him everything he knew. Since age 12 when, while sitting in the stands watching the Grayson family perform, He watched Dick's family gunned down. Batman had wanted more time to let Dick mature but the gunman that night changed that agenda. And so he took him in, and Dick was a natural...now it was gone. He clinched a gloved a hand. He was running late and knew it. He still had in His possession the Nightwing and original Batgirl costumes He retrieved from the destroyed clocktower. He let His gloved hand run across them as he headed to the cave. His outfit for this "event" was all black with a dark gray chest insignia with an "R" emblem armband worn on His Right bicep. It would remain this way until Dick was avenged. He entered the cave and fired up the HUMVEE and headed out to the coordinates Barb had given Him for this Hero's tribute. As he entered the proceedings many members from this special community were here to see Nightwing off. He and Robin had fought along side many of these people. Batman spotted Barbara and He hesitated. He was late. And He felt responsible for this plague of death that had become His life. How many others would die because He was Batman. He walked up behind Barbara and placed a hand on her should, and in a ragged voice said, "I'm here, Barb."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:24:04 GMT -8
OraclePosted: May 24, 2006 3:13 PM Somewhat startled by the sudden touch, she jumped slightly, her hands still shaking. She inhaled deeply, trying to refocus herself and wipe the tears from her eyes. "You-- you came..." she whispered, sniffing slightly. Her hand, trembling came up to rest on his gloved hand. "I failed him..." she muttered. "....I failed you. I couldn't keep him safe..." She closed her eyes, the pain slicing and tearing at her insides. "I'm so sorry."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:25:40 GMT -8
PredatorPosted: May 24, 2006 5:15 PM At last the hunter arrives and it appears all his recon paid off. He couldn't be more pleased to see that his pray is right where he wants him. For now the hunter stays perched in the shadows, cloaked in his stealth camouflage, and being as still as possible so that no one......not even spider man could sense his presence....
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:27:22 GMT -8
Dr. DoomPosted: May 27, 2006 2:42 PM Dr. Doom stands quietly behind the Hunter...
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:28:14 GMT -8
Ra's Al GhulPosted: May 28, 2006 12:28 AM Ra's stepped from the shadows, the rain falling freely down his face. He stood erect as always, but his head was bowed, in respect for the fallen guardian of Gotham. He saw Batman but payed him no mind. He was here to pay respects to the honor of another warrior. He could cross swords with the Dark Detective another day. But for now, he was here as just another soul, standing in the rain, saying goodbye to a fallen man. His presense here was less than desired, hardly tolerable, by the "heroes" that he was sure of. But he had told Oracle of his intents and she understood. Ra's was a man of honor, as was young Grayson, and in was through that, that Ra's respected the young man. As the rain ran down his face, he spoke slowly and quietly, to know one specific, just to say them. "The game of death is not easily cheated. There are some who can escape the reaper's grasp, and some who may go down fighting. A man can come...and he shall leave. But a hero rises...and despite the deepest plights...even in death...he does not fall." With that, Ra's bowed his head again. "Farewell, Hero..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:29:09 GMT -8
The BatPosted: May 28, 2006 3:29 AM His grip tightened gently on her shoulder. Words, to Him, especially at these moments, seemed useless. "You had the chance to reconcile your love and that cannot be taken away. You haven't anything for which to be sorry, you've done as you always have and you haven't failed anyone." He turned up His face into the rain and closed His eyes. He knew most killers in this arena attended the funerals of those they kill. He brought his head back down and surveyed the crowd. There was Ra's, Batman understood him being here. He knew Ra's respected Nighwing as a warrior. For him to pay tribute was good. Most all the "faces" here He knew. But as he scanned the crowd He caught a glimpse of movement that seemed "wrong". It was Spiderman. He seemed skewed somehow, out of focus. Then, in His mind, it was if a trap sprung shut. All the weeks of feeling watched, the seemingly random attacks, the clocktower attack and He knew, he knew IT was back. He knelt next to Barbara and leaning into her whispered, " We have an unwanted guest." Batman moved to the casket and placed his gloved hand on its surface. He turned to the crowd and spoke, " We are here to honor our valiant dead. I fought side by side with him and knew he had the truest of hearts. I want to read one his favorite passages; " Oh captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done. The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won..."exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, walk the deck my captain lies, fallen cold and dead." Batman locked eyes with Barbara as he lowered His head and took a step away from the casket.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:31:10 GMT -8
OraclePosted: May 28, 2006 9:41 PM Barbara narrowed her eyes, hearing Batman's words. She didn't like the sound of it-- not one bit. Unwanted guest? She picked up her small transiever, taking notice to Spider-Man's form standing near one of the pillars. "Spidey is your spider-sense going off? Something's wrong... something's.. off. Could you do me a favor and do a quick recon around the parameter? "Batman's... got this feeling...." As Batman continued to speak, her eyes swiftly grazed over their guest. Every one of them she knew... either in or out of costume.... even Mask's darkened form standing behind Nightwing's casket. She gave a small smile and a knowing nod, acknowledging his presence. She had known that he and Nightwing had crossed paths once and very briefly, but for him to show up to pay his respects as he was doing was soemthing that would always be held with great honor within her heart. So many seemingly had shown up, all here for one purpose. She even caught the glint of two long, red, flowing capes, floating toward the front. Those capes belonging to both Superman and Supergirl, respectfully. Just by the look of sorrow in Superman's face was enough to tell anyone who gave the man a glance, how much of impact this made on him. Superman and Nightwing did have that close relationship after all. She breathed quietly. "Goddess please don't let this turn into a run mill of chaos factory. Not tonight. Please. Not tonight."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:34:09 GMT -8
Spider-ManPosted: May 29, 2006 6:19 AM "Oh something is off all right..." Spiderman backed into the shadows near the pillar to his left, and leapt straight up, clinging to the ceiling 60 feet up. "My Spider sence isn't going off per say, " he whispered into his comm, "but there is a feint buzzing in the back of my skulls. That usually means that whatever is going to cause a ruckus is only thinking about it at this point." He made his way across the ribbed hidden recesses high above the services proceeding below. Catching a glimpse of The Mask appearing and disappearing from in front of Nightwings coffin, he thought for a second perhaps that was the danger, but the buzz continued after he vanished. "Spider to Bats... You said the thing that killed Nightwing wants to "collect his trophy? Well my guess is that the collection agency has arrived... and waiting somewhere close to the roof. :::THWIP::: Spiderman shot from one side of the cathedral to the other, clinging now to the opposite side. "I'm thinking anyone with the abilities to see beyond our average color spectrum should snap that little trick on right about now. If we're lucky, we could stop him before..." :::AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH::: His spider sense cranked up to 11 "...this thing collects his "prize."" Spiderman catches a blurry shape begin to make its way down the center isle... "O, signal everyone. Its time for the hunter to become the hunted..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:36:13 GMT -8
HyperkidPosted: May 29, 2006 8:55 AM *Hyperkid quietly, and for the first time in his life, slowly, stepped over to the casket, folding his hands together and looking down at the mask.* "You were more then just a hero in my eyes. You were my idol. It was amazing. You made it so incredibly cool to be a sidekick, and then when you became Nightwing, you became just that much cooler. It's just....dammit..." *He is about to slam his hand down on the casket in a fit of rage, but then just gently sets his hand down.* "...it's not fair that you had to die, while those monsters who prey on the weak, and torture the innocent get to continue living..." *Hyperkid then opens his eyes and nods softly.* "You may no longer be with us, Mr. Grayson, but I swear to you. I shall continue on your mission where you left off. I swear...rest in peace, my friend." *He then steps away from the casket and walks back to his seat.*
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:38:02 GMT -8
The BatPosted: May 29, 2006 11:29 AM Batman acknowledged Spidey's comm that, if this was the hunter version from His last fight, then yes, it would come to collect. He quickly moved from the casket to get a better perspective as Spiderman shot straight up a nearby structure. His spider sense must have been going crazy. It was then He saw IT move down the aisle. The hunter pred used a light bending tech to mirror the surrounding environment to give it a form of invisibility. It was easy to detect once your eye was trained to spot it. Batman, having battle this alien race before, now carried a small cache of weapons to fight it if it ever returned. Reaching into His back pouch, He withdrew two large folding knives and a Co2 cartridge mini launcher with acid tipped spears. He then activated His cape and cowl's cooling mechanism which would remove His heat signature, making Him undetectable. He stayed low to the ground and moved closer to Spidey in a flanking position to the hunter.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:38:45 GMT -8
OraclePosted: May 29, 2006 1:33 PM Hearing Spider-Man's transmission her brow furrowed. With his confirmation that something definitly was amiss only furthered things. "Read you loud and clear." she muttered into her comm device. Without hesitation she pulled out a small palm-pilot looking device and typed in a few commands on the tiny screen, making sure to send a signal that would override any available heroes' transciever that was within the vicinity. She adjusted her concealed com that set in her ear and spoke in a hushed voice, her synthesized voice ringing through the others' systems. "This is Oracle. To those of you within the area of Nightwing's funeral, we've got a highened code Beta in the immediate area. Look alive. Stay alert. Proceed with caution." Just as she had sent the alert she had noticed the red, white, and gold form of Hyperkid, paying his respects to Nightwing. From what she's spoken with him, he seemed like he had a strong head on his shoulders and great logic within him. She could only hope that he wasn't in whatever line of fire that she knew, was yet to come. She tapped her ear again, changing frequencies that matched back with Spider-Man's. "Keep talking to me, Spidey." No matter with what agent she was working with, she always prefered some sort of knowing contact. Either it be verbal communication or video feed plugged into their masks. "Tell me what you're seeing."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 7, 2008 22:39:23 GMT -8
HyperkidPosted: May 29, 2006 7:40 PM *From the corner of his yellow visor in his helmet, Hyperkid suddenly really notices his surroundings. Different heroes from different walks of life, standing in the shadows, rather defensively. He is still somewhat new to the hero business, but he is experienced enough to know when trouble is near. One of the good things about being a Speedster is that he can disappear in almost a blink in the eye, as he quickly runs far into the back of the ceremony, keeping himself out of sight where he can see the entire funeral.* *Dick Grayson was a hero. He doesn't deserve bloodshed at this place, at this time. Ne worked his entire life to keep the world safe, and Hyperkid would be damned if he were to let evil triumph on this day.* "Not today." he tells himself softly. "Not ever again..."
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