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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 29, 2012 2:00:37 GMT -8
Cold could only shake his head as he heard Misfit's voice behind him. He did a backward salute to her as he continued to pace away. "Deal," was the only thing he could manage to say.
He actually held back his original quip he wanted to throw at her. Considering that whole ordeal a few minutes ago... and him making that unexpected link to his sister.
MAN.. What was THAT?
He rubbed his temples as he wondered off. He would need to stay clear of this one.
As Cold looped around the enclosed yard, he would occasionally look over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. One could never be too careful with those masks. No matter how naive of a package they come into. After all, Len had been around the block a few times. And he had a pretty good feeling that Miss Misfit was a lot smarter than what she let on.
Sinking back into the shadows he made his way back to the drainage pipe. His thermal sensors growing stronger and stronger with each step he took.
"Looks like a storm tonight." he greeted with a per-determined code.
He was pretty sure THIS was the guy, but he couldn't be certain. Better to test the waters and see if he knew exactly what to properly respond with.
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Post by Visionary on Feb 29, 2012 2:18:56 GMT -8
Visionary continued his pacing to keep his mind at ease. He figured that Kuttler knew what he was doing. And he would probably be rather annoyed if he came back without Captain Cold.
Cold would show. He had to! Especially if he were serious about this operation.
After all, there weren't too many being hand picked for the 'bigger picture.'
Shivvering slightly, Visionary crossed his arms across his chest and heard and turned. Catching the faintest hint of an outline a few feet away.
He tilted his head, listening to the voice.
"A storm of lightning and thunder."
A smile that did not break his lips formed as Visionary stepped forward to greet the man known to most of the world as Captain Cold. He was glad he finally showed. Now he could finally get out of the cold.
Being next to water REALLY didn't help the wind-chill factor at all.
He watched Cold. "You're late...." he said finally.
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 29, 2012 2:52:26 GMT -8
Upon hearing Visionary's response, Cold gave the man a firm nod, allowing himself to relax a little. Though, he did not allow himself to let his guard down. After all, that would be a silly thing to do.
Working with this guy was something new. Working *somewhat* with Kuttler was another thing. He could trust Kuttler. But this guy?
He wasn't sure yet. If anything, he seemed all business.
Cold eyes scanned the area again, his thermal lenses picking up on any added heat signatures. So far? Nothing other than Visionary's unusually warm heat signature. Especially where his head seemed to be.
He quirked a mental eyebrow.
Normally, when he viewed others through his glasses, their core was always the warmest part of a person. And of course, their appendages would be less. It was just how the body worked.
But with this guy? A lot of that heat just... wasn't in the right place.
'Meta...' he thought, standing a bit straighter.
He paid attention to certain metabolic thermal signatures through his lenses. He knew which ones were deemed normal and which were 'abnormal.' Usually those abnormal ones ended up having some type of meta abilities.
Though, not all of them. Just ones exhibiting some kind of... energy. he really wondered what was up with this one.
"Yeah, I had an uninvited guest."
He paused after a minute. "So.. you got a handle you go by then? Or are you just my driver?"
Cold knew he wasn't JUST his driver. But he needed a good opener.
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Post by Visionary on Feb 29, 2012 3:02:43 GMT -8
Visionary couldn't help but notice Cold's slight paranoia. Him constantly looking around had him on edge.
"Visionary. We'll be working together. I'll brief you on the ride back." He started heading back toward where Cold's form had previously stood, his shoes sloshing in the small puddles that formed at the base of the pipe.
He was going to need to get his suit dry cleaned in the morning.
Arugh.
He motioned for Cold to follow him to where he had parked the car. Until he stopped dead hearing Cold.
Visionary turned, eyes narrowing. "Uninvited guest?"
This.. was no good.
"Did you TAKE CARE of the problem?"
He knew that they had orders to make sure that the pick-up was 'clean' so to speak.
No mess. No muss. No fuss.
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 29, 2012 3:19:23 GMT -8
Visionary?
Len had to wonder if this one was some kind of telepath with a name like that.
That would just be what he needed. Some telephath combing out his thoughts and using them against him. Yeah.. that wouldn't be be pretty.
Len grinned. What kind of name was Visionary??
"What do you.... DO?" he had to ask, before he really started with the wise cracks. Maybe this guy had some credibility attached to his name though.
Seemed to be a lot within a name these days.
But now he was wondering about the young hero he just recently had a run-in with.
He wondered why she called herself 'Misfit.' Was she the self-proclaimed 'misfit' of her Bat cousins? She sure didn't have ears.... or a bird-like name like the others.
But then, what of him?
What kind of name was Captain Cold anyway?
A horrible one, that's what. And his real name wasn't any better.
Captain..... Cold. Technically, he wasn't even really a 'Captain.' He held no formal ranks, but he didn't care. Even 'Cold' didn't really seem to fit on a deeper, more personal level.
He blinked. "I didn't ICE the problem away if that's what you're asking." he huffed. Almost appalled at what he was hearing. "Why would I be that stupid to leave any evidence behind? I was informed how things were supposed to go. I didn't kill anyone tonight."
He waved his hand. "Called herself... Misfit. She was looking for someone..." And for that someone she was hunting? He wasn't about to tell Visionary. He figured he'd pass that information onto Calculator when they gotten a chance to speak.
"I reasoned with her and she went along her merry way." He paused, thinking about it.
Misfit DID seem to appear out of thin air though. And she WAS a meta. At least Cold was pretty damned sure of it.
He knew he would probably get it for allowing a cape to have seen him. But.. it wasn't like he could have prevented it. It was a tricky situation. And if he wasn't supposed to 'take care' of any problems that popped up, the only other option he had was to play nice and reason. That and hope that enough time passed so he wasn't followed....
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Post by Misfit on Feb 29, 2012 15:03:30 GMT -8
Misfit had a slight huff to her step, choosing to walk away from the wash pipe, as opposed to her usual bouncing.
Things were supposed to be easy.
She would bounce over to the watch, get a quick glance at the population in the Wash, happen to see a quick hint of green, and boom! There would be the mysterious Emerald Archer in the flesh. In her mind, it was all mapped out to fall into place so easy. But as anyone in the hero community could tell you, life is NEVER that easy.
Captain Cold was figuratively forgotten just as quickly as he was a thought in mind. Seemed like a nice enough guy, but she kept reminding herself: he was the bad guy. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but when he was an angel, Lucifier was probabily nice enough as well. She heard stories. Captain Cold was a murderer. A killer. Sadly, that was all she had. Stories. She could pin him for anything, so she had to let him go about his business. The code of law. Really, at the end of the day, she wasn't that hearbroken over it. Cold wasn't her busienss, Arrow was.
Misfit crossed the street and into a nearby vacant alley. Maybe she was going about it all wrong. Maybe she could have used a tad bit if insight into the mission. After all, she wasn't calling in for backup or anything. Just to get a big of advice. Nothing wrong with that.
Charlie reached into her discount utility belt and stumbled across her cellphone. She was just about to send Oracle a text, letting her thumb type away at the keys.
Texting while on patrol is alot like texting while driving:
If you don't pay enough attention to the world around you, anyone can just...sneak up on you.
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Post by Visionary on Feb 29, 2012 20:31:01 GMT -8
Visionary stood as he watched the man in the parka seemed so non-nonchalant about the situation. It wasn't that he was extremely angry or anything... it was just the situation versus their orders.
After all, orders were orders.
"Okay." was the only response he could give Cold for the moment. He was trying to think.
At least the situation could be dealt with and fixed. That much he knew was true.
"Misfit..." he said in a low tone, turning on his heel. "We'll need to find her." he said a bit louder, to Cold.
Pulling out a small earpiece he tossed it to Cold. "Courtesy of Calculator. It'll keep us in touch. Split up, and attempt to find her. Check the enclosed area, I'll head out on the perimeter. Do not strike if you find her, just radio. I'll take care of the rest."
He started off, heading east to check the perimeter.
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 29, 2012 20:51:21 GMT -8
Leonard was entirely amazed at how well this Visionary guy was keeping his cool despite the news of the latest events. If anything, his first impression of the guy had just stepped up a few ranks on the ladder.
"Yeah... Misfit." he said in response to Visionary's low-toned rambling. "Mask, cape, red hair. Has a 'M' motif on her chest. Does NOT have bat-ears."
Catching the small earpiece that was flung at him, he looked it over before affixing it to the inside of his ear. "Let me know if you find her."
In all honesty, he was entirely curious as to what Visionary was going to do to her. Maybe he'd be able to get a glimpse of his ability and figure out why exactly he was reading so hot on his thermal sensors.
As Visionary headed off, Cold took off in a brisk walk around the area that he was just previously running from the very masked girl he was now attempting to find.
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Post by Misfit on Feb 29, 2012 21:29:32 GMT -8
*YAAAAAAAAAWN!*
Every hero, despite how incredible they may be, has a weakness. Every single one. Superman had a weakness for Kryptonite and magic. Wonder Woman found her incredible strength sapped whenever her wrists were bound. The Green Lanterns were powerless to the color of yellow. The Flash, as ironic as it is, was powerless when going to fast to his own power. Misfit was no difference, but her weakness was perhaps the easiest to come across.
Bordom was her Kryptonite.
Misfit's hand quickly covered her mouth, her green eyes lightly batting, trying to stay open. A more advanced hero would have had their stakeout planned perfectly. A nice, tall building to stay on the rooftop. A one-way radio to keep tabs on the baddie. Maybe even a nice, piping hot cup of coffee to fight off an awesome case of the tireds. Any of those would have been better then what the would-be-Batgirl was up to. Aside from a minor shadow casted over her in the middle of broad daylight, there was nothing secret about her secret mission.
Eitherway, Misfit was beginning to lose hope.
Clearly, Green Arrow wasn't here. It was a stupid move to assume that he would be, and Misfit was the first to admit it. Green Arrow was infamous for alot of reasons. One of them was for being extremely smart. Too smart to allow himself to be caught by someone like her. Still, rookie mistake, and the reason this rookie makes a mistake is to learn from it.
Never theless, Oracle gave her a simple mission: investigate the Wash and report back. Well, she investigated and came up with nothing.
Nothing to do now but bounce back to the Clocktower empty handed and get her next mission.
Any mission you can walk away from is a successful mission.
...or something to that extent.
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Post by Visionary on Feb 29, 2012 21:37:06 GMT -8
Visionary wasn't used to this field stuff. Normally he found himself sitting behind a work table full of computer components or a computer screen filled with lines of code. He was a programmer not a field agent. However, after being enlisted by Noah Kuttler, his role in things seemed to change.
At least when it came to his new nighttime activities.
Business man by day who dabbled as the head of quality assurance and head of core software programming at Kord Tech and by night? Working agent for the unofficial official head of a super villain organization.
Normal life was so... boring in comparison to other escapades. Why not attempt to assist the world in taking out the infection of what he deemed a 'plague upon society.'
Visionary had made a loop around the first two blocks, his eyes being careful to check every fire escape, rooftop, and corner for any type of movement. Especially for anything that seemed to have any type of cape flapping in the breeze.
A few times he stopped, only to see a homeless bum pushing a shopping card filled with his dirty belongings, attempting to scrounge around for anything that he could use to help his meager existence get by on another day.
Gotham seemed to have the worst homeless problem in comparison to a lot of cities he had been to. Especially these days. One thing that he did find curious was the number of what seemed like Star City refugees that seemed to dot the streets.
How did he know they were from Star City?
The signs they bore. Either they were really refugees or maybe just really down on their luck locales trying to get a leg up on the pity factor.
Visionary came to a stop when he peeked down an alley way, seeing someone hunched over. The glow of some type of light splashing against their face.
Probably a cellphone, or one of those... tablet things.
He inched closer to attempt to get a closer look.
And there. Just as Captain Cold has described, was Misfit. Cape, mask.... rather large looking utility belt. Entirely occupied by the digital device in her hands.
"Found her..." he whispered into his com-link to Cold. "Alley, three blocks from the entrance of the lot."
This.... girl, really didn't look tough. But of course, Visionary knew better.
Looks were always deceiving. He would have to approach this one. Maybe he could play off something....
Think...
Visionary quickly disheveled his hair and placed his hands down into the grime of the gutter and wiped his hangs all over his suit. Making sure to leave a few trace amounts of dirt on his cheeks. He had to make it look like he had just gotten into a bit of altercation for this little plan of his to work.
Time to put those high-school drama classes to good use.
He stumbled a bit and started heading toward Misfit.
"Oh my god--! It IS you-- Thank GOD." he called out, his hand sliding on the brick of the nearby building as he tried to make it look like he was in real distress. "You're that-- hero--! I read about in the news--! PLEASE! You've got to help me!"
He looked over his shoulder, trying to make his breathing sound distressed.
All he needed to do was get close to her.
"My-- girlfriend--!" he pointed behind him. "I tried to-- They took her--!"
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Post by Misfit on Mar 1, 2012 0:26:06 GMT -8
ORACLE - NO SIGN OF GA. OUTTA LUCK DWN HERE. SHOULD I CM BACK 2 THE T---
Misfit's thumb suddenly found itself less then an inch from the bad as she looked to her side, seeing someone who resembled one of Gotham's homeless community. She quickly slipped her phone back into the pouch of her belt, calmly letting her cape rest over her shoulders as to hide her arms, taking a slight amount of pressure off of her, as the way a security blanket would.
An eyebrow immediatly raised as she was trying to make sense of what he was saying?
That hero? From the news?
In his frightened haze, the man had to have mistaken Misfit for one of Gotham's other heroes. The Huntress perhaps? Maybe Black Canary? Since she was still new to the streets, 'Misfit' had far from become a household name. Maybe one day, but not this one. Still, he seemed to be paniced, and it was her duty to help him. Misfit slowly raised her hands, palms out, and she looked to relax the citizen.
"Um, sir..."
A quick clearing of the throat, Charlie looking to make her voice sound mildly more husky and adult. One of the problems with being a teenage superhero: her normal voice didn't exactly scream "I am the terror who flaps in the night."
"...Calm down, sir. You're safe now. Just tell me what happened, and I'll be happy to help you."
Nailed it.
As the man was letting out bits of information between huffs and puffs, Misfit's face turned to worry, knowing that she now had a damsel in distress to worry about. She hadn't heard about kidnappings down in the Wash, but then she thought of what should be Gotham's official motto: "First Time For Everything". She looked over his should, trying to see what he was seeing but soon walked past him with a swish of her cape, soon standing with her back to him.
"Someone kidnapped your girlfriend? Don't worry, I'll stop them. Just tell me where and when. I'll handle the why."
Wow. A mission from Oracle, a run in with a supervillain, and now, honest to goodness superheroing to be doing.
Best! Day! Ever!
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Post by Visionary on Mar 1, 2012 2:35:27 GMT -8
Visionary was rather impressed that this cape was actually falling for his routine. As long as she didn't have X-Ray vision, super hearing, or telekinesis he would be in the gold.
"I-- I don't know--" He ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep up with the distraught manner. "There was a van--!" There was no van. "It happened so fast--" It didn't happen at all.
He pointed again, attempting to move with her as if to show her where the scene went down. "Oh my God. Thank you--! You're a Godsend--!!"
Man.
He should have been nominated for an Oscar at this point.
The moment Misfit came just within arm's reach and her back turned to him was the absouletly perfect time to strike. One should never turn your back on a stranger.
Visionary stood tall, completely dropping his charade and reached out to her, grabbing her by the shoulder and using his forearm to ram her hard against the back-alley wall. He hoped the ambush and sudden stun of the impact of the hit would be enough to allow her to loose her bearings for a moment.
A moment would be all he needed.
"Terribly sorry." he said, honestly.
His eyes flashed a violent neon blue as he pressed all of his weight onto her to keep her there. He knew he would have to act fast.
Even though he read up on this particular costumed hero... he couldn't really remember what her specialty was.
Grabbing ahold of the sides of her head he positioned his fingertips at her temple's base.
His own abilities starting to work their magic through the guise of a hypnotic blue glow.
Visionary's ability could easily been called unique by some and then a menace to others. The ability to perform mind wipes of structured short and long term memory as well as what he liked to call a 'nightmare mask.' Masking one's thoughts under the victim's own personal fears was a great way to really hide something that you didn't want them knowing about.
With his 'nightmare mask' techniques, Visionary was able to manipulate his way through a variety of occurrences. And for this special occasion? A structured manipulation of a couple of blurry figures implanted into her memory would completely block out Captain Cold's appearance to her as well as his own being wiped off her mind's slate with a side of personal terror.
"You won't even remember the faces you've come across this evening..." he whispered to her as he loosened his hold on her. His eyes still affixed on her own as the glowing blue mass seemed to envelope her before dissolving into the night's air.
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Post by Captain Cold on Mar 1, 2012 2:35:54 GMT -8
Upon hearing Visionary's voice in his ear, Cold immediately spun around and took off toward the entrance to the exit of the enclosed lot he was in. Apparently Misfit hadn't traveled too far from the original scene.
She had to have been a ground-bound meta. Otherwise, she probably would have been hanging out in the air somehow.
Cold made a note to do a bit more research on Gotham's hero infestation. He was going to have to figure out what he was going to be up against while he would be spending some time here.
Following Visionary's directions, he came up to the alley where the two were. He crept quietly, listening to Visionary give some random bullshit story about his "girlfriend."
Pulling down his parka hood, he pulled his glasses up to rest on the top of his head before leaning over the side of the building to take a gander at Visionary's performance.
At least he was here as backup in the event something happened.
The moment Visionary slammed Misfit onto the back wall, a small piece of him started to worry.
What the HELL was he doing--!?
Was he going to kill her?!
No. That couldn't have been it.
They had their orders... and with the way Visionary had approached him earlier, he doubted that he was about to break rule number one.
That was then when Cold noticed the swirling mass of blue particles between the two.
'What is he DOING?' he thought to himself as he stepped closer to get a better look.
From where he was standing he could see the whites of both Visionary's and Misfit's eyes.
Almost as if they were locked in a trance.
Listening to Visionary speak gave him the final piece to the puzzle.
He messed with people's minds. Memory problems, he figured.
He had to admit, that was pretty impressive. No wonder Big Bad Boss Man enlisted this guy. Cold was impressed.
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Post by Misfit on Mar 1, 2012 3:06:52 GMT -8
"Im going to die tonight...."
They were the simple, honest words of a young girl scared for her life.
Wide, terrified green eyes with the slightest hint of tears welled up behind her dominoe mask, eyes locked with the man who had her pinned against the wall. Her back hurt from the slam, but at this moment, it was the further thought in her mind.
Truth be told, not too many thoughts could process through her mind. All Misfit knew was fear. She knew that she could easily bounce out of there. Hell, this guy was clearly asking for it. She could have just as easily boucned directly behind him and slammed him face first into that very brick wall. Maybe with enough force, she could shatter every single tooth inside that lie spewing mouth. That would teach him to mess with a woman, much less a superhero.
But she couldn't.
Her body loosely struggled under his grip, but she couldn't pull herself away. All she could do was stare back and whimper, her gaze glued to his.
Then, he began speaking. Misfit began listening.
The moment Visionary began giving his commands, Misfit stopped fighting. Even the tears in her eyes began to fade away. She no longer showed any signs of fear. All she had were signs of complete and total attention. She couldn't look away from her attacker even if she wanted to. That's when the 'memory trama' began.
Piece by piece, the last ten mintues of her life began to vanish. Ideas. Thoughts. Actions. People. She could feel information literally being burned from her mind, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was like waking up from a dream. Just as quickly as she remembered it, they were gone. Misfit momentarily became a blank shell of herself as she listened to every single command she was given.
As soon as Visionary stopped speaking, she closed her eyes. When she opened them, he was gone, and she was completely clueless as to what had just happened.
"What...the hell?"
Charlie looked down at her hands, then her costume, noticing how she was suddenly in her Misfit uniform. She didn't remember anything about suiting up, and had no idea why she would be in full hero mode. She also began looking around her surrounding. How did she get into this alleyway? Hell, where was this alleyway? Last thing she rememebred was leaving a movie theater, and....
Ugggggg...
As Charlie tried to remmeber what happened, she winced, holding her head tightly. She felt like she had a full blown migraine, attempting to walk out of the alleyway on her own merit, but inside stumbled into a nearby trashcan, knocking it and herself over in the process. As she kneeled in the alleyway, now on her hands and knees, she found herself spewing on that very spot, coughing and spitting moments later as she stumbled to get back her balance.
Wiping her mouth her a balled up fist, Charlie thought that only one person might have answers for her: Oracle. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Misfit closed her eyes and held up arms up, teleporting back to the Clocktower.
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