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[Silv]

“The Teen Titans shouldn't be allowed to go to our school!” it was a loud proclamation, mirroring fliers that had been taped all over the school. Tensions between the citizens and the Titans had been high ever since Starfire had gone crazy and killed a bunch of people. They were really high at the school, whether that had to do with the age of the kids going there (teenage hormones could be extreme) or whether it was the constant contact with what were basically super-hero celebrities. The Titans were very much real people when it was remembered they had to do the exact same math homework as the rest of them.

“MURDERERS!” a group had gathered around Rose in the quad, the white haired girl in her school uniform hopped up on a picnic table, waving one of the fliers that dotted the campus. On the flier was a crudely drawn image of the Titans that had been crossed out. It contained a lot of hateful remarks mostly revolving around the formerly beloved alien princess. Starfire hadn't shown up to school since her murderous rampage, but that wasn't the point. If Starfire had been here, how many other Titans came here? Anyone could be Robin, or Speedy, or Bumblebee, or any of them.

They had the technology. They could do whatever they wanted.

“We're not safe in the same school as them! What if she just decides to murder us in Social Studies?” the little Wilson asked her followers. “Anyone could be a Titan. They conceal their identities like they're hiding something. And they are! The Titans killed my brother. What's to stop them from killing you?  We need to flush them out and exterminate them before they sell us out to their alien overlords!” The attention she was drawing was steadily increasing. She smiled. People were finally listening to her. Rose Wilson had always been fairly vocal about the evils of the Titans, even when it wasn't a terribly popular topic at her highschool. It had seemed like her opinions would continue to be ignored, until one Titan just happened to make her New Years resolution to make everyone hate her.

“DOWN WITH THE TITANS!”

“MURDERERS!”

“THAT BITCH KILLED MY UNCLE WHEN SHE KNOCKED IN BUILDINGS!”

“ALIENS GO HOME!”

“MY MOM'S IN A COMA THANKS TO THEM!”

“TAKE THE ALIEN FUCKING TITANS WITH YOU!”

It was beautiful.

[Kenni]

The One Of Them That Could Be Speedy was focusing all his faculties on hooting and hollering his rage with the rest of the protesting teens in school garb. Not!Speedy's cropped ginger head was mussed carefully and deliberately in the forward spiking bed-head tousle he often switched up on alternating days with the classic gel-cap characteristic of the charismatic archer.

"DOWN WITH THE TITANS!" He joined in with the cluster of kids.

He denounced them as a group instead of singling anyone out, to keep from getting as emotionally-invested as most of his legitimately livid peers were. This was just a cover, after all.

Today was not the day to emulate himself the Titan, for Speedy and anyone remotely related to Starfire and other alien-kind in the form of teammate camaraderie were not only lower on the private school food chain than the Geek Squad, but literally so disgusting to these grieving, livid individuals that they were definitely not averse to seeking and proclaiming blood pay for blood. The East Titan hadn't been aware there had been so much death that night, but of course! Up in the air, where they and the first responders had no way of arriving first to cushion the blows, frightened citizens had been wiped out in an instant. He hadn't been able to protect anyone in the end, with his parlour trick shots and skirtchasing..he made himself sick thinking, what if he'd been closer to the epicentre when it had all gone down? Could he have helped more? Would less people have died..?Every new revelation from a classmate around him made him want to crawl into a dark cave and be done with it, but he knew poor Star felt the full brunt of any of her teammates' more superficial 'pains' from guilt at the situation.

Harper was making sure not to actually contribute any hateful rejoinders one could take seriously, and make things personal like the other students. It hurt too much to think how buttering up his cover as one of the Academy's top bullies and one of the ignorant masses unaware of the under-fire Starfire's rationale, could truly wound the girl in question should she pass by the display. As if she'd come to class at all now, given the situation. It'd be suicide, some of the things these kids were shouting as proof.

Twice in the last five minutes, he'd felt his voice stall in his throat, thinking he'd seen a fiery plume of otherwordly-natural red swoop around a corner, or duck an angry fist from one of the others.

Then again, it had been weeks since the attack.
...had poor sweet Star already become desensitized to the jeers, leers, roars of obscenities lambasting her from all directions, whenever she ventured out into the City?

"SPEEDY'S HAIRCUT IS STUPID AND SO'S HIS CHOICE OF FRIENDS!" He almost choked on that one; hurriedly the smile was turned into a sneer for effect.

His main objective in faux-joining in the frustration was to gather firsthand public opinion. Some of these were people truly hurting from damage done by Star and the blue invaders, and maybe a clue about their next move could be gleaned from the horror stories he overheard from his classmates.

Alternatively, the ringleader was none other than a Wilson family treat; brash, boisterous, a total babe, sure, but still crazy as all get-out. There was no mistaking Rose with Ravager, and the brief mission he'd spent trying to chase her down only to lose track of her altogether in the end made him wince when he thought of Rose's father's and Robin's disturbing preoccupation with one another: was that feeling of helpless, frustrating defeat how the Chief felt everyday?

"Hey now, keep believing she'll wakes up soon, ladies. It's too early to give up on 'er yet; I haven't." Roy offered an identical set of brunettes his shoulders to cry on, the two acquiescing after being worn out from their yelling.

He released the double-hug, and after mentally collecting statements from the distraught twins about their comatose mother, and the freshman whose memory of his favourite uncle had him almost foaming at the mouth, he turned to Rose.

It might be the first time ever she was in a room and wasn't the craziest person there.


As one of the only Titans that regularly attended classes, Roy felt it his duty to at least keep up with any of the known villains daylighting as students in the Titans Database. That meant digging, wherever possible, to flesh out those profiles some more.

Now, he might not stand much of a chance against Ravager yet, but he knew a bit about Rose. Heck, they'd even served time together in detention once or thrice. He was the guy that held the Stock brothers down while she'd tried to figure out how much bleach it would take to rid their raven-black glossy, privileged heads of that lustrous sheen and approximate her own theme, and other humane experiments of that nature, often including a beatdown. (The Stocks were gits to some of the scholarship students; call it bully-on-bully intervention?).

So knowing her penchant for violence and crude laughter, it was a rare opportunity to try and pick away at that tough exterior and see what he could learn about this apparent grudge she had against the Titans for, what was that? Her brother's murder? The gravity of actually asking her about it as himself sunk in with each word until he was extremely uncomfortable, guilty, and sorry, especially when he reached out gingerly to clasp her shoulder a moment, his other hand languidly poised in his pocket and fist clenching.

His Speedy half still half-expected her to karate chop it off at the wrist.

"Gosh, Rose. I'm..so sorry. That's gotta be so hard for you. Are you sure it was them? They suck. How old was he..? Someone's gotta..reign them in."

[Silv]

Rose hopped down off her soap box that was actually a bench in the quad, and was discussing the finer points of a petition that might kick the Titans out of Jump City with a nerd she'd probably slammed into lockers a couple of times. The boisterous bully had no idea how such a thing worked, but the idea of kicking the stupid Titans out sounded awesome. “Yeah. You set up the petition and I'll get people to sign it,” Rose proclaimed, because if nothing else, the little ninja's fists could be quite persuasive.

Someone put a hand on her shoulder and Rose shrugged it off, narrowing her almond shaped eyes at Roy. She respected him as much as a shark respects a fellow. One wrong move and she would destroy him, but she had no problem sharing the water for now. “Sorry doesn't do shit,” the girl replied, pulling her attention from the nerd in the glasses she was having an actual conversation with sans punching (an impressive feat caused by a new joint enemy in the Titans) to Roy Harper.

“He'd be nineteen now if the Titans hadn't murdered him,” the girl informed Roy crossly. “And when Daddy tried to get back at them, they nearly murdered him too.” though, Slade's death had really been at the hands of Terra who's on again off again status made her Titaness dubious. “But they'll pay for it now. This time they killed a whole bunch of people. They're not going to get away with that,” the smile that slid across her face was full of satisfaction. “I just talked with chess-club dweeb,” she thumbed over her shoulder at the nerd she'd been talking to either, and sounded terribly proud of herself. “We're gunna start a petition to ban those stupid Titans from this city.”

[Kenni]

His dominant hand out of harm's way, he replaced it in his pocket.

"Thought that counts, unless it's late. Still meant it."

Harper felt his nails biting into his palm with the effort it was taking to keep himself in check. Did he feel like socking Wilson a good one? That wasn't it at all; he wanted to punch anything, whale into a wall a solid, rid himself of the stress built up from potentially being the catalyst to her intense hatred.

Or at least, being part of the group that was.

He'd have to see if anything about this was in their files, or maybe ask on of the core 5 face-to-face as to what they knew about her claim..?

You'd think he'd know more about the incident, but maybe it had been kept internal.

However, he closed his eyes a moment and let it go for now.
The archer wasn't about to let a perfectly good opportunity for gathering intel go to waste.

Look how well killing people went over with the general populace, after all.

"S'a bold accusation, at any rate. Not to make it all about you or anymat, but if you had cold hard proof they were murderers long before New Years, it'd sure help towards kicking them oudda town, " he mulled, more matter-of-fact than intended, disguising it as thinking-voice by covering his lips with a fist in a ponderance gesture.

Did she have evidence? Was there a dark side to their team? Despite what Roy had said, Speedy had every intention of making things all about Rose and her brother's demise if it meant gathering intel, and answers, even a fraction faster. It wouldn't take her, or the heat in general, off the Titans here at school, but it'd be a partial distraction.

"Anyway. Lemme know if I can help somehow."

For now, he grabbed some fliers and handed some out, posting others on virgin tac-board.

Like a petition was going to make them leave, and force them all to abandon doing their darndest to keep everyone safe, despite popular opinion.

The Titans would probably all have to try going Arrow Batman somewhat incognito, wage guerrilla warfare on the crime lords and petty pickers of the pack until things died down.

OoC; Yeesh, left this far too long. x) Edited!--&&edited some typos'n minor stuff again~||

[Richard]

“DOWN WITH THE TITANS!”

“MURDERERS!”

“THAT BITCH KILLED MY UNCLE WHEN SHE KNOCKED IN BUILDINGS!”

“ALIENS GO HOME!”

“MY MOM'S IN A COMA THANKS TO THEM!”

“TAKE THE ALIEN FUCKING TITANS WITH YOU!”

Truly a sight to behold, infact in Richard's eyes it was a typical show to him considering at the numerous protest demonstrations back in his country. "Oooo, a protest, this should be good..." Justice thought to himself, as he grew a smirk and dashed to a nearby popcorn stand and a bought a medium-sized popcorn bag. The Daxamite Titan took to the skies, he clearly made sure to stay out of the field of sight whilst he flew up to the rooftops. Richard then walked over to the edge of the rootops, where he managed to get a good viewing range of the whole ordeal.

"Aaaah, here we go~ Now to sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of this charades." Justice smiled, he used his right hand to scoop up a small pile of popcorn and would pour the sweet flavoured food into his mouth, and commenced eating. "I have a feeling this is going to be a looong day. As soon as this popcorn bag is empty, I am also going to buy drinks as well."

[Kenni]

As he made himself useful to the cause, an unfortunate flake of buttery fluff found it's way into Harper's eye.

It was times like this he really missed the anonymity, and moreso safety, his mask brought him--not even snackfood could breach your security on the job.

"OW. Awh, whathe gingersnaps.."

Peering up through a bleary half sort of vision after a repose at the water fountain, he was startled to find one of their newer recruits just lazing about, out of uniform, on the roof overlooking the outdoor courtyard of the cafeteria. There was no way to signal him without looking suspicious, as he was pretty sure the young Daxamite wasn't too well known yet, but there would be trouble if he was noticed.

The ginger decided to give the guy the benefit of the doubt for now, regardless of the fact that he was seriously sticking out, looking as if he were actually treating their menial little lives down below as some kind of free show..?

If that didn't scream suspicious alien, he didn't know what did.

[Deleted]

The commotion of his peers drew his attention. He didn't care for mass gatherings, but this seemed to be one to take advantage of. The anger resonating from the crowd caused him to chuckle a bit. It had been awhile since he physically saw suffering to this extent. The feeling reminded him of the times he would go causing trouble in his younger days. The tears of a few of the students and their expressions toward the Titans gave him a shudder of ecstasy. The ashen haired student he knew to be Wilson gave a compelling speech, so he thought.

Loosening up his tie, he walked forward into the crowd as the other ginger haired kid in the area left. He'd seen him around, but never engaged in conversation with him. Though, starting conversations with random people wasn't really his thing anyway. The spouts of hatred continued to fly through the air. It had been awhile since he stirred up trouble, so why not start some now. The atmosphere seemed right and it would be a good time to spout untruths.

Hopping up on the picnic table which Rose formerly stood, the fourth year student began to shout out, "My fellow peers, we must rise up and take back Jump City from the oppressive rule of the Titans! They sit in their tower and look down on us like we're just cockroaches to be exterminated. We must not just sign petitions, but also show how fed up we are. We must riot in the streets, cause destruction, show them what the Titans have made us feel. They already have destroyed our families and ruined our lives. LET'S LOCK UP THE TITANS!  LOCK UP THE TITANS!  LOCK UP THE TITANS!!!"

He caught the attention of the crowd and was glad he was able to draw the attention that he did. Rose had already set the platform and all he had to do was flow into the mood.

Raising his fist with the crowd, "LOCK UP THE TITANS!"

He stepped down from the table as his peers went wild. His two cents had been given and he only had to wait to see what would happen next. It was time to attempt to blend into the crowd, but his crimson hair would kind of make that difficult. Truthfully, he wanted to take down the Titans with his own hands, but ruining their reputation made things a bit more fun. Toying with people's emotions was one of his specialties besides starting fires. Finding ways to discredit the Titans could be a new hobby of his, but he enjoyed being cooped up in his books to make it his priority objective.

[Silv]

Rose pursed her lips into a line at Roy's comments. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. “You callin' me a liar?” she snapped. The girl's shoulders tensed, but the older boy didn't seem to actually mean offense. She relaxed when he grabbed some posters and turned to help the others slather the school halls with anti-Titan propaganda. Some weirdo was talking to themselves. Rose glanced around, thinking how strange it was that none of them seemed to be muttering to themselves.

Then one of the older boys jumped up on the platform and pretty much entirely distracted her from noticing the Titan on the roof. Rose's face lit up, and she was instantly swept back up in the chaos. “LOCK UP THE TITANS!” she joined the crowd, pumping her fist. It didn't take long for her to get from point A to point B. “BURN DOWN THE TOWER!”

She didn't know who was the first to spot the Titan spying on them from the roof, but she was quick to join the angry crowd's indignation at one of the murderers so nonchalantly sitting on a roof enjoying their anger towards his fellows. “They're spying on us!” and again, the train of logic sped furiously off the cliff. “We need to strike out against our Titan overlords now!”

TAG: Kenni

[Kenni]

Riots and destruction in the streets, eh?
Talk about rapid escalation.

"Seriously, what is WITH today! Those who don't care, those who care way too much," the teen muttered to himself, blinking out final tears from half his face from popcorn interference.

One might have taken the sometimes-bully Harper as being greatly touched by the last speech by his fellow redhead, or some nonsense.

He suspected he and the others would be blinking back many more tears by cause of smoke, if these would-be arsonists ever made it past the considerable span of the bay to the Tower's island.
He suspected there was nothing to worry about.

The Daxamite was far and high enough away that none of the kids could land a rock on him, even the ones on the football team or the pitchers, and he could just fly away.
Justice had now been spotted and was feeding the frenzy by just being there, nevermind that offending popcorn-eating. Roy could do little for him at this point except attention redirection.

Thus, Harper figured, why not just go with the flow?

A little non-school-sponsored field-trip could give him more time to work on Wilson, at least.
Roy fell back in line with her, and raised a crumpled flyer with a solidarity fist, joining in the call.

"RAZE TITANS TOWER TO THE GROUND!"
He had his best ruthless face on.

It was hard not snorting in derision at the lot of them trying to fulfill their miscreant wishes, and blow his ruthlessness to pieces.