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I used to have a cardigan.....A zombie in a cardigan. *shiver*Aberzombie singing that song creeps me out more than anything else I can imagine.Are you picturing it being sung by a rotting zombie, too? I wanted to have sex with the lead singer of the Cardigans... /lovefool
The shadowy ape slips down the stairs as quickly as it can. It is hopefully headed to the basement.
Johnny lands gently on the rooftop of the newly finished police station and, scanning around sees a chain-link fence enclosure housing a large number of humming machines. He moves close to the fence and feels his arm hairs raise minutely in the charged air. "It will cost a lot less to repair some transformers than it will to rebuild the whole police station..." the young hero says as he closes his eyes and looks into his mind. There is a slight flutter from scar in the middle of his forehead and it seems to open showing a dark hole, assumably straight into Johnny's brain. A darkness, black as pitch and cold as remorse starts to form in the air before him, seeming to seep from out of the hole. The darkness assumes the rough form of a giant fist. It streaks up into the air and then slams back down on the other side of the chain-link, crashing into the machinery enclosed. . Hopeing that that took care of some, if not all electronics inside, Johnny heads over to the rooftop access door. He reaches into the shadows created by the rising sun and starts to form a man-shaped figure out of the darkness. The figure starts to step forward, but suddenly the sun peeks up over the rooftops hitting Johnny on the side of the face. Not intense enough to harm him, it is still distracting and the figure bubbles away into shadow like a sliver of ice being tossed into a hot cast iron skillet. Moving into the shadow of the rooftop access, Johnny starts shaping again, this time creating the shape of an orangutan out of the umbral substance. The shadowy ape slips through the cracks of the door and starts down into the building. 'Looking' through the construct's vantage point, Johnny directs it down toward the basement level.
Johnny nods to the Batman "I'm on my way. I'll land on the roof and send a shade down from there. This early in the morning it will still be dim and there will be a lot of shadows for me to use as the sun rises. If I don't find anything and it gets close to detonation time, I'll relocate across the street. Keep comms open and good hunting to us all." Johnny rises out of his chair on his Dark Disks, his shady hound melting away as he leaves. Once clear of the hideout, he rises into the morning air and streaks through the dawning sky. At about 120 mph, he should be able to be at the police station in a matter of minutes.
Johnny shrugs "I can deepen or dim the shadows around, so it will be easier to hide it." A small smile spreads across his face and he winks at Mechimera. "Granted, it will be even easier if we cut the power to the building so that it's only got the emergency lights on. Lots of shadows to skulk about in then. Bats, any way we can get a schematic of the building that shows us where the circut breakers or electrical feeds are?"
"I'm prone to believing it's real. If someone is leaving a note without any hints as to identity, I would wager it is someone who wants to challenge us. He or she feels like they have to go head to head with us and win for the victory to be worthwhile. If they just blew up the building, it would achive a goal, but it wouldn't be satisfying." "I can get over to the site immediately and can start staking the place out. I can Shadowcast a shade to start searching the building." As he speaks, Johnny closes his eyes and a the shadows in one corner reform into the shape of a bloodhound...2-dimentional and with only the vaguest hints of features, but standing independently in the corner. It puts it's nose to the ground and starts sniffing. "I can see and hear through my shades, so add that to Mechimera's Somnifactors, we can start assessing for extant threats."
The doors slide open and Johnny's voice preceeds him through the clinging shadows of the corridor beyond. "I'm here. Sorry, I was working on a story halfway across town. I got here as soon as I could. Mech, Skate, Pong, how's it goin', guys?" He slides into the room a foot above the ground, two Dark Disks under his feet propelling him. As he moves to his seat he removes his goggles and pulls the cowl down from his mouth and nose so his voice isn't muffled. "What's the emergency, Bats?"
Jon nearly fell backward out of his chair when his communicator sounded. He had fallen asleep sitting up while pouring over documents he had gathered corollating the occourrance of abductions to appearance of crop circles for an article he was putting together for 'The Puppet Master.' "Yeah... Yeah, I'm en route." He quickly changes into his costume and, using his Dark Disks, streaks toward the hideout.
You all know me as Jon Flaag, but my 'cape-name'is Johnny Illuminati. I'm a pale guy with slightly wild silvery-white hair and a smallish circular scar in the center of my forehead. When I'm not in uniform, I am usually wear light linen suits and a white fedora (think Panama Jack) and sunglasses. I'm not albino, but I'm not terribly far off. I generally just describe it as having 'sun allergies' I am an avid conspiracy theorist and work at a magazine calle 'The Puppet Master". I was given my powers by a secret group called the Sons of Argus, who kidnapped me and put me through a battery of tests, including trephanating me (cutting a hole in my skull) and injecting some substance into my pineal gland (sometimes referred to as the Third Eye or Inner Eye). It gave me shadow powers and the ability to see inside peoples minds. Although these tests were against my will, they have generally helped me out in life. I can't go back to legitimate journalism, but I can still look for the hidden truths out there. I have staked out one large wall of the base and put up an old fashioned corkboard where I have maps and index cards full of color-coded pushpins and tabs to try to link varous theories up and a black board where I can put my ideas up for contemplation.
Got conspiracy? I'm on it. Spoiler: Johnny Illuminati - The Seeker in the Dark, The Parter of the Veil of Lies
Attributes:
Health: 43
Weakness:
Powers: [54] 5 out of 7
Talents: [86] 3 out of 6
Contacts: [28] 1 out of 4
Background:Even in college young Johnathon Flaag, Jon to his friends, won several awards for his probing and insightful story development style. He was seen as the student on the fast track to a job at one of the nations major publications, but then, he locked onto a story that was much larger than he was... Government funding into sociology and biology experiments on unwitting students, one nearly homicidal break-down of a student test subject during mid-terms, three deaths in as many months tied to information leakage... It was huge! It was the kind of story that could lock him in for a Pulitzer before he even graduated! Instead, it got him laughed out of the department when they wouldn't back him for 'fabricating such an outlandish smear of the university'. A career broken before it even really began, Jon was further crushed by the mysterious death of his parents... an accident that to this day he believes was retribution against his attempt at breaking the story of a lifetime. Destitute, Jon was forced to live on the streets for a time. One night as he slept under a bridge he was grabbed, thrown in a trunk, and driven to a secret lab. Over the next week he was subjected to a battery of mental and physical tests and finally forced to undergo a treatment where he was strapped to a table and a group men wearing outlandish masks drilled a hole in his forehead and injected a black substance directly into his pineal gland. The subsance changed him... made him more susceptable to the light, made him feel at one with the cloying velvety darkness of night. It gave him access to amazing new abilities. Shortly thereafter, Jon was taken to the outskirts of the city and told that he had been given a gift by the Scions of Argus, a society that was seeking the truth in all its forms. They told him he now had the powers to use to break open the casque of mystery that the creed of evil men use to hide themselves. And he realized that they were speaking the truth and wanted him to be good and true himself. Armed with the new weapons the Scions of Argus gave him, he rebuilt his life. Johnathon Flaag now works for a conspiracy theory magazine called 'The Puppet Masters" searching down leads in his mundane life that he is can aid or topple in his secret life. Recently, a group called the Vigilantes has attracted his attention. Costume: Johnny Illuminati is an averaged sized man wearing a smokey blue-grey spandex suit with black boots, belt, gloves and cape. On the chest is the emblem of a red right hand holding a pyramid with an eye floating on it (the classic Illuminati symbol). He wears a cowl that covers his lower face and head allowing a spray of silvery white hair to sweep about. A pair of dark shaded goggles cover his eyes and there is an odd black spot in the center of his forehead just above his brows. |