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-Dur-El was jumping building to building seeing a few police heading to the shore line because the force launch that landed them at the Wayne home has created a tidal wave that flooded the docks. He decided to avoid that area for now so he went to the west landing outside of the medic labs and the main Gotham medical seemed to be overran with plants so he decided to let himself in landing on a balcony using his new claws to rip through the weeds taking him about fifty minutes to scratch away at it before it gave way and he landing on his ass before looking up and seeing the hole fill in. He wandered in seeing the fight going on”what the hell is going on he said with his large mouth hanging wide open showing the razor sharp rows of fangs coming from his mouth.-
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I sit in the newly refurbished and guarded Arkham Asylum in a small cell built especially for me. I laugh and bounce around like a maniac because its one of those padded cells. My straight jacket was restricting me from moving my arms at all but it wouldn’t be for much longer. i could easily get out of the jacket but the cell was a different problem with three doors and a camera i have mooned on multiple occasions. i get out of the straight jacket sitting on the floor below the camera as i climb up and unplug it. i sit in the corner thinking about what my father the joker would do in this situation.
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There is a lone figure standing on the rooftops on one rainy night in Gotham city. His Barret M82 .50 cal Anti-Material in hand as he sits calmly aiming about. His crosshairs move about as he plays a song in his helmet “Sun is shining” by Bob Marley. ♫ Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah♫ ♫ Make you wanna move your dancing feet now♫ Lightning flashes. ♫ To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y’all, can you understand?♫ The tetrahertz scanner on his scope allowing him to peer through walls. Water dripping off his rifle’s muzzle ♫When the mornin’ gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah♫ Want you to know, I’m a rainbow too now There is no place anyone could take cover, no material strong enough to withstand this .50 caliber bullet within a thousand feet. However, Nemaz was not going to kill anyone. Not here at least. No use in spilling innocent blood. No money in it.He picks up on radio chatter from G.C.P.D. Staic “Currently investigating activity at Gotham city doc. Stand by for further instruction. We suspect it may be another shipment of venom being smuggled in from Santa Prisca” An officer says “10-4” The officer replies. Nemaz was out to prove himself capable. Where there were drugs. There was money and opportunity. He jumps he jumps roof to roof. Nemaz thought to himself “Fear as a weapon.” He remembers watching news as a young man of a man in a bat costume and mask patrolling Gotham. Who was able to even be of use to gods. To flash, to superman… “Must have been a very interesting man.” Nemaz says on his way to Gotham’s docks. “I like his philosophy.”
Nemaz arrives at Gotham’s docs. And there is already shooting. Men confronting the police in a surrounded warehouse. On a rooftop. He takes aims. His crosshair goes over the officer. Then towards the warehouse where people are shooting. Looking through a solid concrete wall there is a thunderous noise as the rifle fires. A thug in front of a wall has a giant hole nearly 1 ft in diameter in his chest. He falls to the floor. First of many to come. There is another boom. A man’s head disappears into red mist as he falls to the ground. Men fall back in the building taking cover. Nemaz pears through the walls with his tetrahertz scope. He then decides to jump down. Landing on a car and crushing it.
The police turn around as Nemaz takes aim and fires. An officer hears the supersonic crack of the bullet whir by his ear. As the bullet hits the poor thug in the spine, and blows him clean in half. Much to the horror of the other thugs. The 8 officers aim at him and fire immediately. The bullets clank against Nemaz’s helmet. His head swaying a bit. They thud against his chest and fragment with no avail. They all fire until their guns empty.
Nemaz steps off the cars and says openly to the police. He puts the rifle away. “Really, with all the freaks running around here. The metahumans. I’d at LEAST expect you to be packing some carbines at the very least. But pistols? Really now? You would be surprised how easily some of these metas can go down with a bit of firepower and some competence….” The officers reload as Nemaz runs past them at 35 charging through the war house stepping in blood. He grapples. The flat device sticking to the ceiling as he rapples up. He pulls out an M4 and sees two thugs below him.
He lands on one thug. The other turns and gets a buckshot surprise to the face, as blood splatters. He scans through the walls and crates. -Thug- “He’s picking us all off one by one!” “Who is it? Is it the bat? I thought he was gone.” “Everyone get together. He can’t take us all at the same time!” “To hell with this.” A thug takes a syringe filled with venom and he injects it. His muscles buldge grotesquely as cracking bone his heard. He clenches his stomache as he grows bigger. And bigger…and bigger.
Nemaz comes from nowhere on the 8 landing on one and rifle butting him in the face and breaking into his temple. Killing him as he sent sliding. The thugs fire to no avail. Nemaz tilts his head and aims the shotgun at them. Firing 4 shots the guards falling in a bloody heap with many small holes in them. Nemaz reloads as they fire haplessly at him, bullets bouncing off his armor. He stops to reload as if nothing happened. They drop their guns and run. Nemaz fires at each of them consecutively and they drop like rocks. He leaves one alive.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something…” Nemaz hears heavy breathing behind him. He turns around and a giant hand grabs him around his neck. And lifts him off the ground. THe Venomed thug holds him in the air and says. “I’m gonna rip you out the armor little man!” Nemaz aims the shotgun at him and the thug grabs it as nemaz shoots him in the stomach.
The thug grunts out of pain and simply throws the gun away ripping it from his hand. Nemaz grabs a thumb and finger. “Not much without your guns are you?” Nemaz pries off his thumb and finger, put them in a finger lock. There is a snap heard as he easily breaks them. The thug drops him and yells out. “Why you little.” Nemaz runs at him and kicks him hard enough to send the 490 pound behemoth of his feet and with an enormous thud against the ground. Nemaz reloads a HEAP FRAG-12 round in his shotgun. He aims at him. “No. I just prefer more efficient means.” He fires and the round blows a hole clean through his chest. He falls with a thud to the ground. Rasping for air for a moment before he dies.
He goes up to one thug crawling away and drags him back by his feet. His fingers clawing. “If you want a chance at medical attention. You’ll tell me where all of that money you got stacked up is. Or you’ll wish I used this, instead of tearing your arm off you body and smacking you with it until you bleed to death.”
Police begin to move in. Minutes later. Nemaz is gone and the thug is wounded with a shot to the leg. The police picks him up and take him away. The thug tells them to hurry. As I have planted a bomb in the warehouse and on the cargo ship. The police exchange looks and run. Hurrying away.
He walks away on a rooftop with a detonator in one hand. And case full of money in the other. He presses the detonator. *BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!* The warehouse explodes behind me as does the ship. Blast winds traveling near by. People shielding themselves as the city shakes for approximately 3 blocks briefly. Most of the rest of gotham just feeling the ground tremble from the explosion.
Nemaz gets a phone call and pulls out his cellphone. “Mhmmm…..yes…..you have my interest….who?” He asks “…..where…….Arkham asylum……?” Nemaz pauses to listen further. “….Understood.” Nemaz hangs up and puts his phone away.
He walks along to the the rooftops and hops to another. He sings a bit to himself. “Sun is shining, the weather is sweet yeah….make you wanna move your dancing feet now…To the rescue, want you to know ya’ll, can you understand?” His cloak turns on and he disappears from plain sight. Police and fire department rushing to the scene as the ship at the dock that carried venom, on fire, tips over and begins to sink.
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Kraken huffed as he dug around in the drain for the venom capsules. Eventually, his tentacles latched around a belt of glass vials containing some viscous looking green liquid. The meta-human dangled the canisters in front of him critically: the green goopy stuff certainly looked like venom. Apparently the drug was supposed to be transform the user into a ridiculously strong, nigh unstoppable beast. Surely the wrestler chick wouldn’t mind if he used just one of the many canisters she had…
Sticking out an impudent tongue, Kraken smirks, “Nah!” He promptly folds the belt of canisters around a lower tentacle and rises to his feet, attempting to brush off the dirt and damp leaves stuck to his outfit. No way was he going to start on a drug like Venom: not only was it addictive but it would ruin his figure. From the brief appearances broadcasted over television, Venom users all looked like complete freaks. It’d probably rip his suit too. Kraken headed back the way he came towards the hospital when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
With a wide grin, the electricity manipulator dashed over towards the food truck, “Weiner on Wheels” leering across the counter at the civilian running the snack vendor. The man, middle-aged and sporting a large beer gut took a step back in alarm at the way the four tentacles snatched two bottles of sports drink off of the store racks and slammed the plastic containers onto the counter. “Three pretzels, if you would, ” he demanded to the terrified man who shakily handed over his desired snacks. Kraken then paid using some of his stolen money, much to the vendor owner’s surprise. He stowed a pretzel and sports drink into the backpack along with the venom canister and then happily continued onwards to the hospital.
The first pretzel was gone in minutes, and Kraken busily guzzled down electrolytes and salt in his sugary, abnormally colored sports drink as well. Tuning into the police radio, it seemed like something big was going on down by the docks. On the one hand this would mean that the police might not bother the hospital for a while, but eventually people (both thugs and police) would be rushed to the hospital.
Eventually, Kraken reached the Gotham City Hospital and using the same method as before, clambered his way back into the room using two tentacles while the other fished out the venom canisters. “Hey! I got you the Venom and a pretzel, are you still fighting this dude and WOAH!” The empty-clawed tentacles instinctively arched into a ready stance akin to a scorpion’s tail, at the appearance of a grey-skinned, clearly malevolent creature. “Who the hell are you and can’t this room get any privacy?”
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-.Arishav wandered the darkened streets, hearing screaming, dogs barking, strange artificial screeching (sirens), and then some. “What a hectic place…” A strange…thing, pulled out onto the street she was walking down. It was low to the ground and growling, kind of squarish or rectangular…she couldn’t really tell. But there were these weird…red, blue and white lights that danced on its head. The screeching noise was coming from this thing that was suddenly barreling right at her. Something dark extended from the left side of it, and when the light illuminated it she recognized this thing as an arm. Two pops rang out, and then something impacted her chest. Ari looked down just in time to see a small dark mass melting into her super-heated body with a chuckle, then glanced back up at the car that was bearing down on top of her at this point. It hit her and kept going, but the front of the car was dented from where the bumper hit her legs. She fell forward onto the hood, which immediately began to melt, and looked up into…a window? With a snarl, she punched through it and dragged herself into the strange moderately fast-moving…thing. There were a bunch of strange systems that plugged into the front of the interior, and two panicking humans sat in front of them. The one to her immediate left put up her arms, and Arishav grabbed them to try and see the woman’s face. Apparently though, these people were insanely susceptible to high temperatures; she immediately screamed like a pig at the slaughter, and when Ari removed her arm she could see the bones in her arm. Oops.
The person to her left screamed incoherently at Arishav and punched her in the face (apparently he hadn’t noticed how bad physical contact had been for his counterpart) and he pulled back a frying hand with a scream. The thing they were in jerked hard to the left and smashed into a building, hurling Ari against an interior wall where a little girl huddled in a corner next to her bed, screaming. Arishav looked at her for a moment before jumping up and storming through a door and out into a hall, where a man and woman were rushing out just in time to see her turn and bust through the door adjacent to the little girl’s. Everywhere she went, everything she touched burned. These people…Arishav noticed they had very distinct features. Hair, skin, eyes…she couldn’t mimic it all, but if she needed to she was fairly certain she could imitate enough to pass for one of these creatures.
She stormed through several more rooms until she reached the other side of the building and walked out into a back area that seemed to lead between a cluster of buildings until she found herself standing on a normal street again and looking up at a rather large building. Yelling from high up had her looking to see some…thing, climbing in an apparently busted window and going into some form of defensive stance. At least, that’s what she thought was going on; it was still fairly dark and she wasn’t sure what she saw. Arishav took off in a run across the street before jumping up and barreling through a second-story window and landing on a patient’s bed. The child instantly jerked upright and screamed in agony, and his cries trailed after her as she busted out of the room and took off down the hall. “That…was not okay.” She chided herself, before a giggle escaped her. A man in a white shirt and pants yelled in alarm when she darted by him, and she couldn’t help grinning. ‘Do something…’ She taunted mentally. Losing patience, she jumped straight up through the ceiling and just kept going until she went through the roof. She then turned to the hole she had made, standing on the edge of it and watching things burn before glaring at the few things that blackened but didn’t catch. She gathered heat in her mouth and let it build for a moment before she dropped back down to the bottom floor and collapsed, exhaling the heat straight up through all the floors to see if any poor fool would get caught looking down and end up with a face full of flames.-
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Watching the fist he went to move but her fist barreled into her collar bone and when it hit and shattered it sending bone fragments shooting into his body. Two such pieces shot and pierced his upper and lower ventricle. His eyes shot open with pain then became suddenly peaceful. A smile crossed his face and he dropped to his knees pulling her fist which had actually crushed into his already weakened body. He looked down and thought and plants receded slowly. No major systems where damage the hospital still had power he breathed as his chest cavity was filling with blood. “Please do me one favor and protect the plants of this city… and its p….” he didn’t finish the word and feel over to the side.
Sandra held onto Dur-El and snuggled in close she knew about this ride and was just keeping herself safe. Though when they hit the water she was a bit shocked. The force he had hit at though had allowed an air bubble to form around them. This made her smile as she watched. Then the exit. She watched the docks get flooded as they soared through the air over Gotham. When he landed and set them down she looked to him and smiled nodding at what he said. “Be careful.” Without thinking of who was also their she took and started to walk around the grounds heading actually further from them to a cave and squatted in front of it with a groan. “Alright well this is going to hurt…” Sandra stood and tapped something on her belt and a mesh formed between her legs and her arms and she moved towards the water fall.
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-Banna turned to see Dur-El come in but she didn’t recognize him until she took a double look at his face. She recognized him but turned her attention to the plant, she was visibly upset and was assured that this was not supposed to happen. She knelt to the body and heard his final words and said, “Protect what else? No no no… Don’t die.” Her voice was shaken as that was not at all what she meant to do. She looked back to Dur-El and saw Kraken freaking out at him, with her Venom and… A pretzel? That was irrelevant. The nice boy she had met wanted an answer so she gave one, “I thought he attacked the hospital…” She had nothing else to say on it. She was distraught and picked up the body. She hated this. The only reason she had to live by this point was just taking care of Nicholas and she felt like she wouldn’t even be able to do that right.-
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-Dur-El watched as the plant user was murdered by the punch of the large woman at the same time the creature entered in a defence position. He walked over to where the squid creature was and gave it a smirk before Dur-el grabbed both ends of the room with his arms outstretched and pulled them togeather to form a wall between them so now DUr-El was now alone with the woman and any other entrance to this room was blocked by the massive plants that were hard for even him to breath through. He turned to the woman “last we spoke you helped me so I will give you a chance to surronder, so stand down and I will take you somewhere to get a grasp on yourself but if you ever kill or go against me ill remove you from existence.” He then turned put his fist through the wall reforming them to where they belong so he was now looking down on the squid like creature”now for you, you do not look like something I can just let run around so ill be taking you to arkam asylum”. He reached out to pickup the creature by its shirt before he jumped and began to run towards the small island. If He tried to attack him though he would not hold back from striking him hard enough to send him towards the docks but not enough to kill him.
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Nemaz is in his warehouse. On his radio, he is playing Opera music. Ave Maria by Franz Schuebert. The news is on the background. Sitting at a desk with his laptop in front of him. He has his helmet off in the darkness and is sipping coffee. A .600 Nitro express magnum laying next his laptop, right next to the mouse. A lot of modems and equipment strewn about around the desk. As he robs a bank. He types one handed on the keyboard thinking “Robbing a bank in person?” Nemaz shakes his head.
“I can’t believe people still do that. In America, the average bank robbery nets you only $4,330. Not even that, in an easy town like this, it is crawling with capes ready to bust you.” Nemaz thinks mockingly as he sips his coffee. “This city needs more….professionals…” Nemaz taps enter. And drains over $1,000,000 from the Cobble-pot family bank account. Nemaz listens to the news. As people talk about an attack from an unknown “Woman made of magma.” With several deathes and casualties. Including children.
Nemaz pulls up another tab. Where he begins ordering new equipment and a replacement for his armor. Insulated aerogel CNT synthetic muscles to resist heat and increase Nemaz’s considerable strength already, to allow some agility even with heavy equipment. A built in faraday cage to counter electricity and any harmful EM radiation. A new “M50” mask to protect against chemical and biological weapons. He begins to order specialized ammo. Raufosss MK 211 HEIAP (High-Explosive-Incendiary-Armor-Piercing) .50 caliber rounds. Polyurethane expanding foam slugs. “Hm. Green arrow used this substance. Useful arrow. I cannot believe the same man who came up with the idea to use this, also came up with the idea of a boxing glove arrow…” Click click. He orders everything to be sent to a discreet location. Adding to his already expansive armory.
Nemaz listens to the news further. Hearing about flooding of one of gotham’s docks. And activity there. Concerning flooding, and being overrun with plants. “No use on wasting moonlight.” He loads a CZ 805. And carries 3 “9 bang” flashbangs. “Best to take advantage of this chaos.” He loads his M4 shotgun. He takes a spiked brass knuckled trench knife made of CP-154 steel and takes a sharpness test. He effortlessly cuts fine hairs of his chin with it, without so much as nicking a scratch on his skin. Then sheathes it. “Arkham awaits.” He takes a sniper like camouflage blanket over himself. Nemaz fully armored walks outside as he cloaks and disappears. The door shut and locked behind him. He presses a button on his phone. He goes outside, and cloaks. Dissappearing as he makes his way to Arkham.
On a rooftop in the asylum this night. Nemaz looks down as guards walk about the yard. Nemaz jumps down and lands with a roll. Nemaz walks right past people cloaked. Difficult to see or notice at all in darkness. As he walks straight into the facility through a side entrance and is soon walking through the halls. Distant laughter of insane inmates heard within.
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Kraken was too distracted by the weird-shark like creature distorting the walls to dodge out of the way when said creature reached out an arm and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes. The meta-human yelped in surprise and outrage as he got hoisted up by the creature and Dur-El’s words began to register in his head.”Arkham ASYLUM!? What the hell, I didn’t even do anything wrong!” The electricity user began to squirm and fidget in an attempt to loosen the beast’s grip while two tentacles bent over in a non-violent attempt to pry the sandpapery fingers away from his neck. The remaining two held on tightly to the Venom belt and the remains of a pretzel, and flicked about agitatedly. The wriggling about increased as Kraken’s protests became faster, more desperate and a noticeably higher volume.
“Are you actually taking me there just because I look like a squid? That’s pretty hypocritical, Sharky! And I swear I paid for the pretzels and the window was all the plant guy’s fault, ‘cuz he just came in like nobody’s business and oh hey, this Venom? It totally isn’t mine, I was just holding it for someone. Seriously, do I even look like I use Venom? Well I don’t it was that woman’s stuff, I don’t even know where to buy Venom from. Okay, fine I’ll PAY for the window, okay? Just let me go! I need a trial! I need a lawyer! I need a psychiatrist! You can’t force me to live with all of those weirdoes in the asylum!”
At this point, Kraken had crossed the threshold into complete hysteria and started thrashing about wildly and screeched repeatedly, “Let me go!” The chant of “let me go” grew louder, faster and more slurred as his tentacles sparked dangerously, signaling an attack if he remained restrained for any moment longer.
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-.Arishav had begun systematically lighting the whole building on fire or at least making it too hot for the humans to get through (this was for areas she was able to melt but not actually burn). She started with the bottom floor, sending a fire stretching along the outer walls and reaching slowly up the building. The cries of the child from his hospital-esque apartment room had long since died down. People were rushing in every direction in an attempt to escape, but she was also rushing to get rid of all the exits. Not bothering with the weird door thing with its irritating dinging noise, she wandered until she found a stairway. From a corner that had been dark before she came in lunged a security guard with a blunt metal stick of some kind, which he knocked her upside the head with. Ari snarled in irritation with him even though the blow had hurt the weapon more than it hurt her and whirled around, backhanding him and knocking him back against the wall. She then turned and took the stairs without even seriously looking to see what kind of damage she’d done to the man (merely assumed it was severe enough to stop him in his tracks).
The stairs quickly began to melt under her feet, so she had to run to the second floor to start burning what hadn’t already gone up there, and then the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, steadily working her way up and refusing to pick up the pace even when the building occasionally quaked like it was about to collapse. When she reached the roof, practically every last person in the building had either burned to death or was well on his or her way. On the lower floors she had occasionally knocked open a wall and used a piece of furniture to get any other kids she happened to notice out, but by the third or fourth floor she figured she’d be doing them a favor by just snapping their necks or crushing their skulls in passing. By the time she stood on the roof she’d spared about 13 kids, plus one mother and her infant. But she’d also killed 29 other children and anyone else who appeared over the age of 15 (which was a ‘legal adult’ on her planet).
She walked to the edge of the roof, where she stared down at approximately eleven policemen, two teams of EMTs, and three fire trucks, illuminated by moonlight and their vehicles’ lights. She glanced at the roof of a nearby building and took off running, jumping to it and then running to the next, abandoning the building she’d destroyed to go see if she could find a spot to work on her human disguise and possibly find some clothes. She ended up busting into the back door of a shopping center and extinguishing the magma that composed her body to the best of her ability. Then she checked through the things her body had absorbed during her spree but found there was no salvageable DNA for her to use during a morph in order to better mimic the human form. Arishav sighed and walked into the building anyway, moving down the hall and pausing at an open area with a windowed ceiling. Moonlight shone down to reveal the room was expansive, with two floors, strange abstract statues, empty stands, and many side-room areas that had metal bars pulled down over them. She could see past them just a little and realized there were rows of clothes and accessories behind them. But there were also strange, motionless people wearing outfits, and not all of them had heads! It was the queerest, most alarming thing she’d ever seen, and she almost walked back out of the center. Headless people…more than one. What kind of insane underworld had her people accidentally dropped her on? Maybe this was worse than being exiled to Pluto…
Wait. Humans were weak…so why would these hideous monstrosities be any different? Arishav grabbed the strange cage-like cover standing between herself and the room and began tearing it right off, when she heard yelling and footsteps, then saw the lights of small concentrated beams dancing down a hall to her right. She let go of the door and slid over to a tree that was for whatever reason growing inside, only realizing when she was next to it that the tree wasn’t real. If it was, it would have begun to burn instead of melting when she accidentally touched it. Ari then realized she’d forgotten to extinguish the flames on her head, doing so immediately but realizing she’d already been spotted by two women with the same uniform and equipment but different hair, skin and eyes. They froze when they realized she wasn’t exactly human, and she smirked. One girl reached for her hip, but Ari quickly lunged across the ten feet between then and backhanded her so hard that her neck broke and she fell like a ragdoll to the floor. The next girl screamed and backed away, and Ari stood staring at her, watching her stumble back and into the corner where she huddled in the fetal position.
Ari shrugged and grabbed the first one she killed by the left ankle, dragging her off and back towards the side room she’d been breaking into. Dragging the woman behind the counter, Ari snapped her arm and used the bones to break skin, then brushed her hand over the open wound and licked the blood off her hand, closing her eyes. A moment later, her body got shorter, more compact; the magma condensed and hardened into bones, her eyes became the same as a human’s only the irises were golden. Tendons and ligaments formed, muscle appeared and attached to the bone, and chocolate colored skin stretched across those muscles to cover it. Organs formed, as well as nerves. The only thing that didn’t form was hair, and of course, clothes. She got up and picked out a plain white t-shirt, a pair of pants, a black pair of shoes, and a black hoodie jacket, then walked into the back room, put the clothes on and walked out the back exit into the alley. After that, she wandered down the alley a ways until it emptied out into a street, and she stood looking around to try and decide what to do from this point forward. “…well…I guess I should start by finding a home…” Maybe she’d try a homeless center; every halfway decent society ends up with at least a few. Of course…they also end up becoming a welfare state and failing because the number of working people get outnumbered by the people they pay to support 10 to 1 (and so on until there simply is no way to support anyone and everything falls apart).-
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It was to late the man was already dead in her arms he was heavy and limp like a dead tree. His words and the few vines that still went up the walls of the hospital all that remained aside from the corpse in her arms. The hospitals main enterance was free as was the ER. But the rest had vines going up the walls at various heights as he died before he could fully free the building. The back up generator was covered but still functioning other than the vine that came up through the hospital no damage was done to it.
Sandra saw the woman as not coming and took a deep breath. “No guts no glory.” She then leapt through the water fall and started into a free fall into the cave behind. Soon spreading her legs and arms out going into a base jump. She spun and shifted around rock formations tell she landed in a clumsy roll on the floor of the bat cave. She skidded to a stop and laid there for several moments while staring up into the moist stone. “Well at least I’m home…” she rolled over with a groan and started to stand and her back cracked and she stifled a scream and soon was on her feet but barely. Slamming a hand against a wall a stone gave way and slid revealing a biometric scanner. The whole thing had been set to her bio signature or so she thought and placed her hand against the keypad as it scanned the clove recognizing the wayne tech manufacturing she heard a whistle and a door opened inside she saw something she could not describe and then pushed the only other button on the keypad and it closed confused by what she had found she covered the scanner back up. “Okay seems the cave has a few more surprises for me I wonder what that is.” She then continued along the wall tell she made it to the massive computer and sat down in front of it. “Alright time to get to work you guys.” She plugged the data card into the computer and she watched the data come up and the system analyzed it finding more useful applications for what she had created and started to type through things. Soon she found a smile and started to set up various projects for bio implants to be created from the dna she had made at lexcorps abandoned labs. “Well I’m not much for a crime fighter anymore but I can at least train a new generation. Also I’m returning everything to its original umbrella Wayne enterprises.” She then leaned back and then signed the document to do so. Muse industries would be no more. As far as anyone needed to know she was dead and gone. She left the company in the hands of the son one luscious fox jr.
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-Banna let the corpse gently on the floor, then crossing the arms of the plant and making sure the eyes were closed before she turned to Dur-El. She bowed her head, not caring for the struggle with Kraken nor the venom as thoughts traveled through her mind. She thought of where Nicholas might end up, plus all she had done both good and bad. She held out her hands with her wrists up as a sign of giving in and spoke in her accent with a peaceful twist, “I surrender.” She knew that she’d have to completely change her lifestyle from good person at day and bad at night to being good all the time. She’d need to go completely clean off the venom even if it will be difficult, even now her body wanted it. She cleared her thoughts of were Nicholas will end up because he will continue to be her adopted child. She then stood herself up to await where they might go, despite all the chaos that seemed to be happening outside as evident from ambulances leaving in drones. She stood up shocked and asked, “Shouldn’t we…. you investigate.”-
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-Dur-El’s eyes narrowed as he growled at Kraken letting him know not to try it. He then looked down towards where the ambulances were running around and with his his vision he could see huge fires farther into the city. He turned back to Kraken”its your lucky day but if I ever see you again Ill take you in or ill kill you”. He turned back to the woman”go home and get your life in shape or Ill return to deal with you as well”. He ran to the end of the hall so he was on the otherside of the hospital then them and then he ran back towards them and past them as he leaped out a window and ripped through the large vines that were slowly dieing so it made it easier for him to break through.
Dur-El was running at his top speed and he came slamming into the ground in front of what looked like a homeless woman that was bald”have you seen what has been causing this Chaos, it would be easy to see because its defently not human”. He walked across the road pulling the top off a fire hydrent and absorbed the water before he turned and slammed his feet into the ground made two fists as he pumped the water out of his mouth like a dragon to put the fires out in secounds.-
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The fire previously started by Nemaz was mostly towards the warehouse. Which had the smallest explosion. Nemaz did not want to Burn down the city. Where the warehouse was concerned. He simply wanted to tie up loose ends mostly. And send a message. To establish himself. And create fear. The warehouse fire goes out in seconds.
However, the ships fire continues to strongly burn. No matter how much water you shoot at it. The fire of the ship was caused by a nanothermite fire. And cannot be put out by an conventional means. It continues to Burn. Nemaz set of the explosion with nanothermite. Some of very same many people theorize were used in the event 9/11. The fire eats through the hell easily and quickly. The ship eventually splitting as the nanothermite reaction eats through it. It takes on water quickly and falls to the bottom of the ocean. Where the fire continues to burn underwater. And boils the water around it. Any unwanted loose ends have been tied up. The only man left is being treated for a bullet wound who is taken away back to the ambulance.
At Arkham Asylum. Nemaz sneaks around rather easily cloaked. Nemaz uncloaks however. As if he struck while the cloak is active. It can be damaged. The material that goes over Nemaz must be given chance to recede.
Nemaz looks at the inmmate door he stands in front of the door. The man was in a standard reinforced door. People laughing. And reaching out through their cell doors as they looked to Nemaz. The man behind the door asleep.
*DINK* The man shoots up in his bed at the loud noise and sees a bump in his door. A dent. *DINK DINK DANK DINK* 4 more accompany it. There is a pause for a moment. *BANG* the door is struck near the hinges *BANG* It is struck again *CRASH* The door flies to other side of the room and bans against the wall, cracking it a bit. As Nemaz walks in.
“Who are you?” The man asks. Nemaz does not respond as he pulls out an M1911 pistol and aims it at his head. The man gets up and lunges Nemaz. Nemaz pistol whips him, causing him to fall back on the floor. Nemaz then says
“It doesn’t matter, who I am. Nothing much really matters much right now. I suspect.” “You suspect right.” Guards are rushing to the cell. “Nothing personal.” Nemaz says. “I’m just a loose end. Aren’t I?” The man says. “Yes.” Nemaz says simply. The man sighes and closes his eyes. *BANG* THe gunshot goes off. And guards rush into the cell. They see the man with a hole in his head. As his blood leaks to the floor. No sign of anyone else.
Nemaz was on a very tall skyscraper. Trying out his new equipment He looks at the remains of his first escapade. Have an idea of what is going on. He noticed Dur-El jumping over and putting out the warehouse fire. He notices several more fires. Nemaz thought that was probably where the Magma woman was. He saw no sign of her. If he so desire, he might be able to use thermal to find her. Her heat signature is likely higher then everyone elses, and she would glow brightly in a crowd. However. He had no desire to do this. But there is no money in it of yet. And no sign of anyone paying him to track her down and take her down. He watches Dur-El and the police.
“Is that doomsday?” Nemaz is rather…curious. He puts the rifle down and pulls out his phone. He looks doomsday up.Then takes the scope and aims at Dur-El. His crosshairs over him. “No.” Nemaz thought to himself. “He’s smaller then doomsday. His features are a bit different. A bit more humanoid…somewhat….like a shark. “Hm….” Nemaz says.
He looks towards where Doomsday came from. He looks toward the corpse of the plant featured man. Nemaz sees Banna standing over him, he zooms his crosshairs in on her. “She is rather large.” Nemaz thinks to himself. His crosshairs then go over to Kraken. “A kid.” Nemaz thinks simply. Then his crosshairs go over to the corpse. “The plant one is dead it seems” Nemaz thinks to himself after looking over the scene for a bit. “I may have to keep note….of these three.” Nemaz says of Dur El, Banna and Kraken. holds up his rifle and puts it away. He steps off the skyscraper and jumps down. He fires his grappling device and swings up along through the air then releases as he lands on a building and jumps roof to roof.