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His gaze focused back on the martian before him. He... he had to buy time. Maybe get some information out of her. They barely knew anything about this condition, how to stop it, how it spread, where it even came from. "What... what is it? What Is The Burning?"
Decided it would be fun to take a few liberties and make this entire scene much more interesting.
William stumbles backwards as the woman slowly backs him into a corner, it becoming increasingly aware that this was not the doctor he had come to know these last few years. It had already started to take her. Was there nothing he or Kara could do to bring her back to normal? If there was no hope for her, then what were their chances in bringing J'ohn back either? He tried to contact Kara, but all he got was static. The doctor, either intentional or not, had managed to block his telepathy. He was on his own here. "Doctor, what are- What are you doing to my father?!" He practically shouted, his human guise falling away to reveal his true monstrous form. He stared through the doctor, his kryptonian genetics reinforced and allowing him to truly observe the gas on a microscopic level, and to see just what it was doing to Connor.
'Found at least one of them, if there really is two of them here. She... says she's giving my dad some sort of 'gene therapy.' I'm not getting a deceptive vibe from her, but try to find out more on your end.' He gives her a lopsided smile, "Are gene therapy treatments supposed to look dark and foreboding?" As he approached, his smile became muted as he looked over at his father who was aged far beyond his years. Part of him really hoped that this woman who claimed to be Dr. Santori was being honest in her endeavor, but... at the same time he knew that underneath that face was the form of an unabashed White Martian. He dearly hoped that she would become like his mother did if she came into her heritage, but he knew from the stories how terrifying his maternal race could be. The gas really was ominous. Would it draw too much suspicion from her if he dropped his human guise to enhance his senses? The staff tending Corner were trusted with his secret identity, as they sort've had to be, but one could never be too sure. He had to try anyway. "Could you explain what it's supposed to do? I'm not really clued in on the field that much. And... would it be alright if I were to be myself in this room? I don't want to change without warning and alarm you."
Kara receives a curious lack of rebuttal of any sort as William cheerfully leans in to give her a quick peck on the lips before leaning back and preparing to leave. "I'll see you soon, love you." says, before turning away and walking towards his father's room. Yet while he'd easily fool her of his act, internally he finds himself both revolted and angered that she'd put him on the spot like that. As the son of a white martian, he knew that putting on facades like this was only natural, but that didn't translate him into liking it. 'Keep me informed when you spot the infiltrator and I'll be right over. I'll be doing the same on my end.' he communed, his mental voice not giving away a single ounce of his true feelings on her stunt. To Kara, all she could feasibly conclude is that he's too focused on his father to give her the rise she was obviously craving for.
"I'll go on ahead to see my dad, think you could find his doctor for me?" He spoke aloud.
He stopped shortly after passing the retinal scan, taking a deep breath to help calm his nerves. There was a vague feeling of some kind in the back of his throat when he realized just how easy it would've been for him to pass the scan if he wasn't who he claimed to be. Normal humans would have a lot more difficulty then one who could shapeshift. But that was the thing that worried him the most. Taking a moment to manually adjust his outward appearance by straightening his clothes, William addressed Kara mentally. 'Keep in mind, that even after all this... recent stuff, my Dad still really doesn't like your father. Probably way more now since the cloning process that made him has failed his aging process so much. Just... just a fair warning. Try not to be your usual self.' With that done, he continued on his way.
William had no outward indication he'd noticed Kara in the least, but his mental self was abuzz with frustration. 'I do, actually, but I know how futile it'd be to try and dissuade you. And I'm not even going to comment on... whatever that last part meant.' He quickly made his way up to the male receptionist at the front desk. "Hi, William Kent. I'm here to see my father, is he available?" It'd only been just yesterday since he last visited, but it wasn't so unusual for him stop by multiple days in a row.
William stood up, looking out the window towards the hospital. "Luthorcorp's tower is near here, right? Take the helicopter and land it it there. I'm going to walk in through the front door. " Without waiting for anyone else to acknowledge his very very rough and not well thought out plan, he opens one of the helicopter doors and jumps out, letting his natural ability to fly guide him down intot he alleyways. It was there, hidden from the world that he transformed from monstrous alien hybrid into a nerdy red haired teenager. Completing his look with a pair of glasses he actually needed unlike his legacy when going around human, he approached the hospital on foot.
Thought we were waiting for a scene transition or for gigabyte to do some home maintenance on himself while we flew.
William floats there dumbly for a moment longer, only paying attention to about the first quarter of what Kara projected before he started filtering it into white noise. With her around, Dr. Fate's sudden changes of personality seem positively sane. He did manage to catch that last line at the end however, as he briefly lifted his mental defenses during her lapse of thought. "What? No- I can't just abuse the projector like that and send innocent people into the Phantom Zone, I feel terrible for J'ohn as is. We can-" His attention is broken when Az removed his helmet and pointed at one of the people on file, having recognized them. Realizing he was being grossly incompetent by not even reading the information himself he approached. Only to find himself filled with dread. "Dr. Santori is- No! That's my dad's doctor, she- she knows about who he is! How could the JLA let one of them get so close? Kara, we have to get back to Metropolis right now, my father could be in real danger."
William looses confidence with himself as he sees how easily the other two are dismissing this. "Are... are we supposed to be okay with this? IS there something I'm missing here?"
"Mortals? Host? What the hell is going on here?"
William remains very aware that this is not the Doctor Fate that he'd been interacting with since the start of this come-together a few days ago. He retreats back several paces, holding up his fists defensively while hardening his skin to Kryptonian levels. "You're not Fate, who are you and what have you done with him?"
William looks to Doctor Fate with concern as he momentarily calls out, before seemingly regaining his wits and completing his spell. Once back on the transport they were using he approaches the man, "Are you alright?"
William groans while palming his face, "If you've found the right information we need, can we just copy it and get out of here? I don't want to be around for when the real deal shows up. ...God, he's going to tell my dad about this isn't he?"
"It's all a ruse, he's not even here! Gigabyte, try to disable the defenses!"
William's gennetics finally adapt to the effects bestowed by the flashbang, restoring his ability to see and hear. As well, it seems his head has stopped pounding long enough to focus. There was still an inkling of fear within him, and his body was still recovering from his attempt to ping the minds of those nearby. That made him wonder though... How could what he tried to see not have a mental ping? Was it a robot, or some type of shielding? He focused his eyes, transforming them into classic Kryptonian perfection...
I thought we were just waiting on Kara and then the batman to go
Yeah, like that.
I'm still of the opinion of it just being one guy would be all in well good enough, but I'll try to live with whatever ST thinks is appropriate.
I think the minions feat specifically calls them out to be identical statistic wise, but I could be wrong.
Inhuman strains his mind, but unable to fi anything there's little that could be done besides hope his condition wears off soon.
He still paws at his eyes, and while things are slowly starting to clear up, there's nothing tabgible yet. But... What if he tried that trick J'ohn showed him a few sessions back? There was a way for him to expand his mental senses to locate the minds of others rather then merely understand them. He would need to focus...
I suppose. Truthfully, Anton oddly comes across as someone very punchible, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. I'll get back to you on that. I personally felt like I was keeping their relationship genuine enough to feel real, while also not detracting from anything else. I think I might ask in MM Discussion what others think.
Aside note, I'm also not anywhere near familiar enough with DC to know what Any of the LexSec are on about, but that's nothing on you.
To be fair, the point of being on a team with other heroes is that where your character fails the others excell. We're here to support and lean off of one another, ya know? I think something you could do is instead of having twelve on script minions, you turn that into Sidekick 12 and have Attero be the guy Lex has keeping an eye on you. She might still have the team of dudes, but they go off and do their own things rather then come along with us on missions. Background NPCs, essentially. I know we're all fighting blind here, but that's part of what makes it exciting. We're in a desperate situation with an old cranky man who wants us kids off his lawn and is doing so with an AK 47 compared to our slingshots. What I'm waiting for is when one of us nails him in the eye with a pebble and we turn things around. It feels less dramatic when it's 15 kids vrs. 1 old man then it is to be four Vrs. one. If... if that makes any sense. And overall, maybe just... tone it down a little? Like I've said, you're an excellent writer, but it drags on for a mite bit too long. Take Hickle and Shmick for instance. They're two different characters, and while they can get amped up, I try to keep that minimal and the lines of dialog small. Not a five-ten paragraph monologue in a single action. :P Edit: Okay, this last one is more personal, but PLEASE cut it out with the 1332speak. I can barely contain the amount of cringe I feel when I read it, that stuff was never funny and now it's far too out of date.
I was hoping that ST would tell me something to help ease my mind, honestly, as I didn't want to upset you as a friend of mine. I don't have any issue with Imagine personally, and I love just how her general attitude turns William into an even more awkward mush then he already is. Attero and the other minions though, I'm not all smiles about them. ST assures me that they're not doing anything to disrupt his plans in any significant fashion, but all those dice rolls tends to leave a bad taste in my mouth. The other part of it is that it seems they take up way more screen-time then their status as minions warrants. Sure, they can have speaking lines and even names, but this feels less like a "New Justice League" comic and more like "Kara and her posse take on the world You're a good writer, mate. You really know how to string words together and illicit some emotion. I'd just rather that emotion be less envy and more pride. TL;DR, You're a good writer, but it feels like you're hogging the spotlight.
Now not only foes he feel the pain of ramming into a hard rock wall and the isolation of the grenade, he feels shaken for reasons unclear. The hybrid hero hovers uncertainly in mid air, flinging random blows where he he felt there might be a foe.
William, having the quick and heightened reflexes of a overfed sloth, effortlessly takes the full brunt of the flashbang detonation. With a cry of surprise, he clumsily flies in a random direction at full speed. He's not entirely sure what that would accomplish, but he's having a hard time figuring out which way is up and down and just how far away from everything he really is. Logic tells him too late that he maybe should have done so slower.
I'm not familiar enough with the 2e rules in depth, but I do applaud your dedication to the craft mate. I have the rulebooks on file, so even for 3rd I've yet to rely on SRD content. The rulebooks are pretty clear, concise, and easy to find what you're looking for. Pathfinder on the other hand... Btw, I'm... not sure how to respond to Kara's action, seeing as William didn't tackle her, he only went to pull her out of the light. So, I think i'll just have to gloss over it and respond to the 'Ol batman.
"Kara, what are you-" he blurts out, as the insane woman just willingly meanders towards the bright light. Taken by such surprise he's unable to reach her in time, but once he does the man roughly pulls her away from the light.
William shadows Gigabyte, keeping an eye out for any unforseen bat themed heroes who would almost certainly attack someone trying to break into his own computer.
William cringes when he sees how quickly Gigabyte is brought down by whatever technowizardy the Batman possessed in his own right. He hovers in mid air, searching the shadows for any sign of the elder hero.
If I might make a suggesting, Gig, why don't you try to hack him back, so him who's the boss of technology!
Unhuamn decided to take the initiative, fading from view as he focused his Martian genetics to camouflage himself. His feet lift off the ground as he soars forward, recklessly believing that it'd be enough to protect him from the Bat's watchful eyes.
He shifts uncomfortably, and tests his camouflageing skin to make sure his invisibility is still in working condition. "Right... Right! Let's get this ready then."
He smiled, relaxing. "That's- that's great. Aesome, really. At least they're going to be alright... Can you make sure my dad vet's informed about her status if we don't get back in time?"
"Wonderful," he groans, rubbing his face. "At least we'll know what we're in for, Batman certainly will. Hey, Vic, what's the status on the first responders from the attack? Are they alright?" He didn't voice it, but his cousin Supergirl was at the top of his list of worries.
William sighs, "So we don't have much choice then. On a scale of mugger to joker, how much is he going to beat us up if he's home and we come in uninvited?"
William shrugs uncertainly, "IF you feel it'll get u in with little fuss I guess..."
William watches out the window as the futuristic city looms before them. "I've never actually been here before... I've heard some of the best clubs in the world are here. So, Kara... You said you uh, actually know who he was? It might give us a place to start."
William frowned in Az's direction, he could easily tell the man was about his own age. 'Honestly, Kara...' He signed, and shook his head. They can make their own choices. "I was thinking, maybe we could just... Try to get in contact with the man and ask for his help? He hasn't been with the league for years, no, but he was once. He'll recognize the stakes here, want to help."
Right, so still before Terry's time, if that ever comes to pass what with recent changes in the timeline. |