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Inert tissue. )


[Oh hey, look, it's one of those wormy scientist guys! Why is the background so dark...?]

"Ah, is this thing on? Oh, alright. Ahh... ahem... It seems that just to compound the difficulty the power to the labs has gone out. No one is sure of the cause, and to top it off our illustrious Mister Freeman has gone missing. I knew the boy couldn't handle the pressure of administration. It may be a while before we can--wait, what was that? No, over there. By the air duct! Oh FINE, I'll go looOH GOD--"

[The rest is cut off by screams and a sickening prolonged crunch. It's safe to say that the Labs would like some help.]
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[Deep inside the mysterious and cavernous depths of the labs...

Scientists frantically scribble on clipboards and walk around, trying not to bump into each other. Others hunch over pieces of machinery, tinkering with them intently. There is a frenzied air about as the smell of burnt coffee and all-nighters (which does, in fact, have a stench) permeates through the building.

What now?]
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[It started with a mild headache. He thought at first that it might just be your regular, run of the mill headache; it was certainly loud enough with all the monsters to warrant one.

But that all changed when the fire nation attacked using his power resulted in something slightly... different. Namely, the chunk of falling debris coming out as something a bit more akin to a box of compacted material.

Which was... a dilemma, since now he couldn't exactly protect people by simply isolating them anymore. But that wasn't quite the end of it.

No, the worst part is the appearance of a giant, white-furred monster sporting some very nasty fangs, huge bat like wings, and a trademark pompom. And Yuta's pretty sure he knows the one moogle in town, meaning...

third_alternative: (shit's serious // need to keep an eye ou)
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Okay, everyone stay calm! Good news, I know what's going on here with all the monsters.

Bad news, the monsters all around town--they're EVOs! I don't know how it could've happened, but there must be nanites here, inside everyone by now, probably. They don't normally do anything, but they can turn any normal person or animal or even a plant into these EVOs! They usually get turned into monsters who don't know what they're doing, but not always--it can pretty much be anything.

Long story short? If you're noticing anything new or weird about yourself now, chances are you're an EVO too.

The other good news is, I'm an EVO too--and I can cure other EVOs. I don't know if I can get every single one, or cure everyone before someone gets hurt...but that's not going to stop me from trying.

Just...whatever you do, don't kill anything--they could be your next door neighbor. And if you spot an EVO, take it down without killing it! I don't know how this started, but I'm going to put an end to it.
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[After hearing about the monsters and witnessing Ran's pyrotechnics, Shen went on to see what all the hubbub was about. He's already encountered civilians screaming and running from horrible slime creatures and another one beating a giant bug senseless with an umbrella. In some ways, it looks like someone took 'normal day in Sirocco' and cranked it up to eleven.]

[He rounds the corner and passes a cafe with a giant hole in the wall and is nearly to the end of the block when the wave of dizziness hits him. He staggers and leans against a lamppost. Panting and nauseous, he has maybe a moment to wonder what the hell is happening to him before he blacks out.]

[Instead of falling to the sidewalk like any normal being, however, his senseless form twitches violently and, with a terrible wet cracking and a tearing of fabric, he changes, transforming into a ten-foot-tall monstrosity. Two pairs of sparse, pointy wings beat the air while a third pair curl inward, the claws at the end twitching. The feet develop foot-long talons, the legs bend unnaturally at two pairs of hips, the tail becomes a thrashing, barbed whip. Three glowing red eyes flick open and the beak opens, displaying row upon row of sharp teeth, emitting a horrific, multitoned squawk.]

[This creature that used to be Shen gouges at the sidewalk with its talons as people flee, screaming. Its wings snap outward and it takes to the air. Is it leaving the city?]

[No such luck. It folds its wings and dives, talons outstretched, into a crowd that attempts to scatter. Its shriek can be heard for nearly a mile.]
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Allo, everyone! Ooo, I like this phone thing, 's very... friendly. Friendly phone! Anyway, I'm Theta Sigma, nice to meet you all, I'm moving into rooooooooooooom... [he digs a piece of paper out of his longcoat pocket and shakes it out with one hand.] three-seventeen. Anyone want to stop'round, say, hullo, feel free!


[Someone's setting up in Room 317, even though he hasn't got any belongings. He is, however, very meticulously moving the furniture about. The door's open and he occasionally tosses something out through it only to come back for it a few minutes later. Say hi?]
alittleblackmagic: (Whee!)
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[Palom has volunteered to round up zoo animals!  .......This can only end in laughter and happiness and joy.]

[action, apartments]
[There is a knock on your door!  If you open it up, you will be met by a bright-eyed cheerful child.]

Hi!  I chased a skunk onto this floor, so you might want to not be here in a few minutes.  ...Or probably now.  Maybe you should just jump out the window.  ...Anyway, see you at dinner!

[action, city streets]
[That there is an ostrich making hideous screeching noises as it tears down the streets.  Luckily, it is obeying traffic laws and staying on the sidewalk.  What is the cause for this great alarm and uproar?  ...Probably the boy sitting on its back clinging desperately to its neck.]

I-I-I th-th-thought the g-gaaaaame w-was s'posed to b-be o-over w-when I c-c-caught yooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...........!!!!

[action, park]
[And of course, there is a juvenile elephant in the park calmly eating leaves off a tree.  Everything is better with elephants.  Just when you think maybe you should call animal control or the police or something, the intrepid great mage Palom will leap out of a patch of bushes, staff brandished.]

It's a behemoth!  Don't worry; I've got this under control!  FLAREAGA!

[action, for any animal or animal-esque characters and also Relm]
[You are minding your own business probably sipping tea or meditating or something terribly innocuous when a net bashes you in the head.]

Gotcha!  Don't struggle; you don't stand a chance against the great zookeeper Palom! 


Gosh, you look a lot different than the picture they gave me.  They should get better artists.
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[personal profile] hatefriendleader
[Karkat, after disappearing and reappearing, is for formality's sake being reprocessed through the labs just in case his memories have been stolen again. The staff tries to go through the script and repeatedly remind him that even if he remembers Sirocco, he might not recall everything and may be disoriented. He's been repeatedly telling them to shut up and leave him alone while being jostled around.

They knew this was coming. The pressure cooker just sprung a leak. He can be heard from the apartments easily.]


I fucking know! Anemoi! Jobs! Monsters! Apartments! My name is Karkat Vantas and I'm a troll from Alternia and I had several terrible friends and was an apalling failure! My symbol means "freak of nature who should be skewered full of arrows and burned alive for being awful garbage" and my lusus loved dead things that smelled like shit! My wriggling day is the twelfth bilunar perigee of the sixth dark season's equinox! I have an extensive collection of dumb romantic comedies on my grub drive! I remember all the pointless bullshit I rememered while I was in this dump and I remember all the new and inane memories I made with the amnesiac chump asshole brigade who lives here!

[He tears a calendar off the wall and begins kind of crumpling it up a little just for effect.]

How long was I even gone, anyway?!? Should I have aged or something? Was I in stasis? I can't fucking make sense of your bizarre so-called "human earth calendars!" What even is a "month?" Like four solar sweeps? Wonderful! The more time I missed in these zany human-infested behemoth leaving-grounds the less I can claim to have witnessed of the shittiest gathering of wiggler-fucking morons in probably all universes ever!

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*By now it's not particularly a secret that memories are getting mixed up. If anything, Kotetsu's marveling at the luck he's had not dealing with that situation himself. So NATURALLY, within a half hour of that thought, in comes the Doom Train! Well. Shit.

Well, no big deal, right? If he remembers something weird, it won't be hard to figure out it's not him. Just a matter of figuring out whose memory it really is. He yawns, and leans back, lounging on a couch in the Justice League Building. Might as well take a nap while he waits for it.

And then it comes. And his eyes shoot open -- and narrow.*


*There is someone pounding on Shen's door. Hard. And angrily.*

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*He's the only one left from his world, as far as he remembers. Even Bunny's gone now. He just hopes it's true they get to go back where they came from. But...*


I feel like going out for a drink. Anybody else up for going with me? Who are legal, anyway.
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[Video, to JLS members]

Hey everyone, uh, Booster and I got to talking and... [He gives a shrug and a shortened laugh.] Looks like I'm working with you guys officially, now!
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Hey. Someone out there is some kinda crazy sword guy, right? All balancing on a bamboo shoot while contemplating the mysteries of a single drop of rain sliding down your sword blade or some shit, right?

Or I dunno, maybe you just like to hit things. Whatever. I need to try something.

[Remembered a bunch of the training he got from Bro Strider. Specifically the bits focusing on sweet ninja swords forged by old stoic asian dudes and definitely not bought online on eBay for $20.]
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Who: Gordon Freeman, The Joker, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Marisa Kirisame, Mokona, Supernova
What: Punching the snot out of the Joker and recovering Mokona
When: May 11th
Where: Joyce's Lucky Clubs, a defunct casino equipment manufacturer
Notes: Mixed in with the coinage from the slot machine are some anemoi; enough for 2% for everybody.

ITP: Not a whole lot of dignity.
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*Something's gnawing at Kotetsu. Like a desperate urge. He tries to distract himself from it by kicking the butts of a few more low level villains, but eventually he can't seem to fight it anymore.*


RIGHT! I have no idea why I feel like I need to mention ANY OF THIS CRAP, but I can't take it anymore! Guys! I brush my teeth while I'm in the bath! I always clip my nails too short! It's really freaking stupid but I end up really liking any actresses that show up in my dreams! I WAS FREAKING NUMBER 6 OUT OF 7 ON THE HEROES LIST BEFORE BUNNY SHOWED UP AND BECAME MY PARTNER! There! I said it! I don't even know why because it's not like they were weighing on my head but it's like a big freaking burden's been lifted!

Okay! I'm gonna go drink myself into an alcoholic stupor now! BYE.

((OOC: 1% on his ranking before meeting Bunny.))
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[The call comes in to Justice League Sirocco in the early evening. It's a pretty standard call at first: a terrified woman reporting that a big, blonde guy calling himself Triple Sevens was attacking one of the local bars. From there, though, the call gets a bit more unique and a lot more worrisome. Apparently the guy has some sort of explosives and he can... fly? That can't mean anything good.

Whoever investigates the call will find that there has indeed been a hole blasted in the bar's wall and inside is Booster, dressed in a silly-looking gambling-themed costume, complete with a cape and orange-tinted safety goggles. He looks to be a little preoccupied at the moment, though, having forced one of the unfortunate bar patrons into a game of pool with him.

It's probably not a good idea to wait and find out what exactly they're wagering.
the_ko_stands_for_tiger: (Th-that's a matter of interpretation!)
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*Kotetsu is having a really, really bad day.

It started off with a morning memory of one of his most embarrassing high school moments. Furthermore, he's been feeling mildly sick, possibly due to something he ate. And now on top of it, more stupid villains are running around, and Booster is missing. Again. He's beginning to think he's gonna have to staple that guy to the Justice League building.

So now, for the lack of a secretary, guess who's having to handle all the official business?*

No, I told you I don't know where the hell he is! If you just leave a message, I'll try to -- oi! OI! Don't just hang up like -- grrr! *phone slam. Ring.*

Hello, Justice League? You got some guy calling himself the Big Baby? Look, we're doing our best, but we're stretched thin as -- *ring* Could you hold please?

Hello, Justice League? ...WHO THE CRAP CARES ABOUT THE FRIGGIN' REFRIGERATOR?! *slam* Sorry about that, as I was say -- *ring* ARRRRGH.

*There's a reason he's not usually in charge of this sort of thing.*

((And yes, I just used 1% of his regains for a throwaway memory, shut up.))
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[ACTION; library]


[Enjoying a peaceful day at the library? Sorry, fellas, it's just been disrupted by some crazy woman in a strange, homemade book-themed costume.]


[Oh, no! Who will rescue them from this lunatic? Where is the brave hero--

Oh, there's Barnaby. Hard to tell behind the armor, but he seems rather displeased about all this. This is the second time he's had to deal with crazy nutcases.]

...the Bookworm? Really. Can't you get a better name?


And better threats, at that. At least try to be original.

[And that's when she, yes, throws a book at him, which he dodges quickly before running straight at her. The fight, it seems, is on.]

[VIDEO, later]

[Oh, hey, look. It's Barnaby, and he's managed to subdue the Bookworm, who is currently handcuffed and snoring away on a table. He doesn't look too impressed, though at least she doesn't have a concussion.]

That's the second one I've fought this week. Does anyone know what's causing all this?
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*"Oi! Stop right there!"

"Bwa ha ha ha ha! There's no stopping me! I, the Soda Popper, will see this city drown!

"The Soda Popper?'re kidding me, right?"

"Don't take me so lightly, you green and white fool! Taste my fizzy destruction!"

*shakeshakeshake FZZZZZZZPLASH*

"Ha ha ha! See how my special soda erodes your armor? Now it's only a matter of time before it eats into your flesh!"



*Kotetsu is in the foreground, with a brown liquid dripping from him. Behind him, a somewhat overweight pimply kid lies unconscious, with a truly ridiculous amound of soda spilling out from a broken container on his back.*

Got another friggin' idiot up here. Was spraying soda on the cars below and cackling about causing chaos or something. What's making all these weirdos come outta the woodwork lately?

...And anybody got a towel?
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[After that completely innocent announcement, the Clown's been pretty quiet. However the city has not!]


[For example: One of the few banks left open in the city is wailing out with alarms as inside an ordinary looking middle-aged man is laugh manically, shooting staples at the wall - pinning a narcoleptic security guard's lapel to the wall - he's shouting]

You said that you can have these? Not I the Office Supplinator! Hand over those pens, papers, and everything you're not suppose to have and no one will have to face - REJECTION!

[The customers and tellers stayed low, completely baffled by this crazy man but are afraid to draw attention - who will save them now?]
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[For a guy who just had a meltdown, Booster sure has gotten back into the swing of things awfully quickly. In fact, his behavior is almost indistinguishable from what it was beforehand, the only changes being a suspiciously large donation to the League's anemoi fund, and Gordon'll probably notice that he actually bothers to come home and sleep sometimes, albeit always in the wee hours of the morning. (At least he has the decency to be quiet about it.) So if anybody would like to have a chat with him about something that came up in the log, consider him available.

For everyone else, there's a video post. The setting is Booster's office at the JLS HQ and the framing is precisely set up, a sharp contrast to Booster's normal casual style. Combined with the serious expression on his face, it's obvious before he even starts talking that this is Official League Business rather than a personal post.

Important message for you all today, so listen up. The stuff I'm about to tell you could save your life. Last week, you might've noticed a threatening post on the phones by a man with bleached skin and green hair. That guy's name is the Joker, and he's bad news with a capital B-A-D N-E-W-S. Now, rest assured, Justice League Sirocco is handling this as best we can, but right now, we still don't know where he's hiding or what he might be planning, so I'm asking you all for your cooperation.

If you see this guy around anywhere, you need to contact a Leaguer immediately. I don't care if you spot him just ordering a cup of joe or serenading songbirds or whatever, you need to tell one of us ASAP. And whatever you do, do not try to engage him. The Joker is an insane mass murderer, he can't be reasoned with, and he's extremely dangerous. For your sake and everyone else's, please, leave him to us professionals.

That's all we need. Beyond that, everybody just keep on doing what you were already doing and nobody panic. We've got this under control.


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