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discedo_logs2011-09-20 12:43 am
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Who: Terry and OPEN
Where: Spero, 3rd Ave
When: Evening
Rating: PG (STC)
Summary: Batman's arrived in Spero. He's disoriented and unable to use most of his suit's capabilities. On top of that, he's running into mangled bodies.
The Log:
"There you are."
"Firing."
The sudden spray of bullets was enough to send the Tomorrow Knight leaping for cover, finding it just behind a grungy old dumpster. One moment he'd been in Neo Gotham, chasing down a group of Jokerz who'd just stolen some goods from a wares company, and the next he's dodging fire from automated turrets that speak politely.
What happened? Where was he?
The most annoying part was that his suit wasn't functioning-- the main computer had been shut off. It was a miracle he could still move around, looks like even with the computer off, the safety systems were still allowing him to work the suit. But he couldn't see out of the cowl, having to put it away into his belt for safe keeping.
"Are you still there?"
Looks like they stopped for now, but he knew they were still looking for him... Terry could see their infrared sensors scanning the area. The Batman flicked his wrists, catching two batarangs between his fingers. Looks like parts of his suit were still working, at least when it came to his utility belt. He didn't need the cowl in order to perfect his aim; he'd learned from the best, after all.
Pacing himself, Terry took a chance and broke his cover, immediately whipping both batarangs through the air. The bat-shaped projectiles whizzed through the air, though one was shot down, and the other hit its mark. Batman quickly dove for cover once more as the unharmed turret began to fire once more-- its attack was short lived, however, when its fellow turret began to shoot at it after falling to the ground and writhing about helplessly.
"Whyyyy?"
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
Silence.
Peeking around the dumpster, Terry eyed the downed machines. They both had shut down, probably after being knocked onto their sides... That was a weird way to design a turret, but McGinnis wasn't complaining. He needed to find some sort of answers fast. Turning to check his utility belt, the 19-year-old suddenly let out a cry of shock.
Before him lay a mutilated corpse, its head barely hanging from its neck. The body appeared to be strung up by its ankles, hanging from a nearby streetlight. Blood was pouring down its body, gathering at its dangling head and plopping down into a large puddle on the ground, seeping into the cracks in the street. Terry stared, swallowing hard.
"Oh my god..."
Despite the blood covering most of it, he could have sworn he knew that face... But no sooner did Terry blink, the body disappeared along with any evidence that it had been there... It was almost as if the young man imagined it all. Had he?
A thought struck him immediately.
"Spellbinder." Terry stood up straight, his hands balling into fists, "Spellbinder! I know you're behind this! Your tricks won't work on me!" No more games. He wouldn't be caught at a disadvantage again.
Where: Spero, 3rd Ave
When: Evening
Rating: PG (STC)
Summary: Batman's arrived in Spero. He's disoriented and unable to use most of his suit's capabilities. On top of that, he's running into mangled bodies.
The Log:
"There you are."
"Firing."
The sudden spray of bullets was enough to send the Tomorrow Knight leaping for cover, finding it just behind a grungy old dumpster. One moment he'd been in Neo Gotham, chasing down a group of Jokerz who'd just stolen some goods from a wares company, and the next he's dodging fire from automated turrets that speak politely.
What happened? Where was he?
The most annoying part was that his suit wasn't functioning-- the main computer had been shut off. It was a miracle he could still move around, looks like even with the computer off, the safety systems were still allowing him to work the suit. But he couldn't see out of the cowl, having to put it away into his belt for safe keeping.
"Are you still there?"
Looks like they stopped for now, but he knew they were still looking for him... Terry could see their infrared sensors scanning the area. The Batman flicked his wrists, catching two batarangs between his fingers. Looks like parts of his suit were still working, at least when it came to his utility belt. He didn't need the cowl in order to perfect his aim; he'd learned from the best, after all.
Pacing himself, Terry took a chance and broke his cover, immediately whipping both batarangs through the air. The bat-shaped projectiles whizzed through the air, though one was shot down, and the other hit its mark. Batman quickly dove for cover once more as the unharmed turret began to fire once more-- its attack was short lived, however, when its fellow turret began to shoot at it after falling to the ground and writhing about helplessly.
"Whyyyy?"
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
Silence.
Peeking around the dumpster, Terry eyed the downed machines. They both had shut down, probably after being knocked onto their sides... That was a weird way to design a turret, but McGinnis wasn't complaining. He needed to find some sort of answers fast. Turning to check his utility belt, the 19-year-old suddenly let out a cry of shock.
Before him lay a mutilated corpse, its head barely hanging from its neck. The body appeared to be strung up by its ankles, hanging from a nearby streetlight. Blood was pouring down its body, gathering at its dangling head and plopping down into a large puddle on the ground, seeping into the cracks in the street. Terry stared, swallowing hard.
"Oh my god..."
Despite the blood covering most of it, he could have sworn he knew that face... But no sooner did Terry blink, the body disappeared along with any evidence that it had been there... It was almost as if the young man imagined it all. Had he?
A thought struck him immediately.
"Spellbinder." Terry stood up straight, his hands balling into fists, "Spellbinder! I know you're behind this! Your tricks won't work on me!" No more games. He wouldn't be caught at a disadvantage again.