Trick or Treat? Choose Wisely [Open/All]

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Slade is up to no good again and has unleashed a horde of various supernatural creatures onto the populace. Six locations have been hit where the supernatural have appeared and are causing all sorts of trouble. It would be best if heroes spread out to deal with each situation, and I will keep track of who is where here. I will also be playing all of the creatures, so please do not write what the creatures are doing. Eventually all seven locations will be dealt with and lead to the grand finale where everyone will come together. Until that point, post order is only important to each location separately.

Werewolves:
Ghostdance

Vampires:

Ghouls/Mummies:

Zombies/Goblins:
Raven

Ghosts:
Speedy

Witches:
Robin

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Night had fallen over the city, and people were just as busy as ever. Actually, there was more activity this night and children were led all around to gather their treats. Wherever one looked one could find something going on this Halloween night. It was supposed to be a night of fun and scares, and this city was certainly in for some treats and tricks tonight. The icons they no longer took serious would haunt their nights for quite some time. Slade was going to make sure of that.

On such a busy night, one would expect there to be much more security and patrols from everyone. That is exactly what Slade was betting on. He wanted everyone to see the spectacle tonight. Everyone needed the reminder that they were not in control of this city. Their idea of safety and security was nothing more than an illusion. An illusion Slade would gladly strip down and lay bare for them all. The illusion had grown rather strong with the increase of heroes in the city. That just meant Slade had no reason to hold back tonight. Even the heroes of this city would come to know fear along with the citizens.

Everything began when reports of a bank robbery down town began flowing into the police. Of course some type of robbery would occur tonight, but the robbery was just the beginning. As soon as the police were on route to handle the one robbery, reports of other robberies came in. A total of six locations were being hit at the same. All of them were spread out across the city, making it impossible for the police to handle the situation themselves. Still, the police tried, and so their forces were spread thin to handle everything. Thinking the robberies were being committed by average criminals, they figured they could handle the situation.

How wrong they were.

As soon as the police started to arrive at the locations, the figures that were robbing the bank transformed into the creatures the night had become famous for. Howls pierced the night as what seemed to be werewolves emerged from the first bank. At first the police thought the creatures were just a prank until one jumped from the front stairs onto the nearest police car and crushed it. That was the beginning of the fear as screams filled the night.

Similar situations arose at the other locations as well. Instead of werewolves there were zombies, ghosts, mummies, vampires, goblins, and witches reported. The chaos unfolded throughout the city as the police did their best to hold back the supernatural creatures. They were clearly outmatched against the supernatural, and fear began to spread everywhere. It was only a matter of time before everything started.

[Kenni]

Arrows just weren't gonna cut it tonight.
Not with these blokes.

"I just don't...get it."

He had to work quickly.

Orange extension cords were thrown together in a flurry of action, and two mini-fans attached to his shoulders by a brace.

"... ... ...how are they holding the money!? How're they holding anything!?!!"

It was just human, powers-less, Speedy's luck to arrive at the ghost-infested scene.

Out of all the tangible targets he could have been taking down, these un-holyday undead were certainly out of his league. As soon as the thought crossed his mind to make his way into the deserted appliance shop, however, he had shouldered his bow and put on a brave face.

It was creepy that he couldn't just go up and kick the crud outta his opponents, and that any projectiles would miss.

It was creepy that at any moment he could be flung through the air or passed-through by forces he couldn't control.

..but it was crazy to think that this approach had any chance of working.

One: the two fans on his shoulders, to hopefully! keep any paranormal poltergeists from getting too close to him.
Two: The Hoover vacuum cleaner he gripped with uncertain palms, aimed at the first few ghosts.

He flipped three switches, feeling partially like an idiot, and partially like a kid again.

"Haaaah. Who ya gonna call...? GHOSTSPEEDSTER!"

[Silv]

This was one of those moments that Robin hated magic. Holy broomsticks, Batman! Witches. Robbing a bank. This was something straight out of a bad horror story. Or maybe one of those funny children stories. It probably helped the Sorcerer's Apprentice vibe that the money bags were actually marching themselves out of the bank to the tune of the wailing alarms. They hit their crescendo, like a sad violin, just as a certain boy dressed like a traffic light burst onto the scene. A birdarang went sailing through the air, cutting a silhouette against the moon in a dramatically cartoon fashion, before arcing towards the offending bank thieves. As the projectile did it's job the kid pulled out his collapsible bostaff and clicked it to it's full length. He swung the weapon around, twirling it expertly in his hands, mostly for show and to intimidate his opponents. "The witching hour is over!" the boy quipped with a hard look on his young face. "Time for you to go to jail."

[Bry]

There was something uniquely creepy about a zombie robbing a bank. It wasn't exactly a quick opperation, and Raven was fairly certain she could put a decent stop to it in a matter of seconds, but she took a few more before that simply to.... Watch.

Or case the scene, rather. If she was being professional.

They were slow and steady, if not a little lumbering, and she wasn't entirely sure she'd really become a member of the walking dead, should she get bitten. What then, aside from the gore factor, made them so intimidating? Was it the fact that they couldn't articulate worth anything, which frankly, wasn't all that uncommon in Raven's generation anyway? Was it just the idea of a corpse strutting about? And beyond that, with bags of money?

Where on earth did they plan to spend their prizes?!

Raven took to the air before she could come up with any more pointless ponderings, and swooped upon the scene. Out of reflex, she nearly called out an order to stop, before she thought better of it and kept her mouth shut. They were zombies, or they were men in zombies' tattered clothing, but either way, they weren't likely to obey.

So instead she pulled a hand through the air, satisfied as a trash can followed her telekinetic orders and barrel-rolled towards a corpse. Once she got some of them under her own control, maybe she could get to the bottom of the bizarre situation.

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Lang always loved Halloween. It was his favorite holiday. Or at least it used to be back before all of this. After seeing and experiencing all that he had, Halloween just seemed plastic and hollow. He wasn't sure just how he stood on it anymore. He supposed the charm was still there and he couldn't exactly erase the good memories he associated with it. This holiday was behind some of the few good memories of his Dad. He couldn't fault it for that.

Plus, it was kinda nice to have people look at him with not a look of fear everytime he passed by someone in the streets. Instead there seemed to be a lots of looks of wonder or amazement. More than once he had he had a "nice costume" or a "it's so life-like". He wasn't in one of course. He wasn't even in uniform. If you could call a hoodie and a pair of raggity blue jeans a uniform. He still had any emergency supplies in a messenger bag if he needed it, but a red flannel shirt and wool lined denim jacket suited him just fine for tonight.

Part of him wondered if this what a world would be like where humans and everything else out there actually got along. It was a nice thought. It was a goal and something worth fighting for. Gods knew he needed it. That and a chance to meditate. He hadn't yet found the time for it between news of demons in his city and trying to find a new place to live. Taking a turn behind A pizza place he shuffled nimbly to the side as a group of kids in sped by in their rubber-faced disguises.

"Oi! Slow down." he huffed, not wanting to see the laughing children smacked by a truck. With a gruff grunt a sweep of his long plaid scarf to fasten it back loosely around his neck. As he turned back around he gave a bit of growl, smirking a bit as his tail tagged lazily behind him.

The smirk quickly faded away as his eyes caught the sight of something not as fun or festive. Werewolves. Actual legitimate werewolves. He hadn't actually seen one before but there was no mistaking one when you say it. They were big. They had fangs. And there was rabid and ravenous hunger in their eyes. To his eyes he could see a screaming and thrashing human face covered in blood in the the wide open salivating maw of a wolf skin. He couldn't tell if the thrashing was out of fear or madness. He had a feeling that either answer wasn't one that he wanted.

He could still see how them normally. Part of him was fascinated and wanted to learn more. Study their behavior and sociological habits. Did they have a rigid pack structure or was it more free flowing and dynamic like a real wolf pack? The other part of him was thinking about his resources and what would be the next logical next step. Sure they weren't hurting anyone. Yet.
He could smell the stench of rotting meat on their breaths.

He didn't have any millet or a net and he didn't really feel like test in a situation like this. He didn't have any idea what kind of werewolf they were. He didn't have have wolfsbane or a white dog. What he did have was himself, his gauntlets, come chalk, a bit of sage, his communicator, and book full of his own research.

In his excitement he almost missed something quite odd about them. They were holding money. Bags of money. It was almost comical. It didn't fit the werewolves M.O. Feed, establish territory, and mate were usually on top of that list. Money was just weird. It was then that his communicator vibrated in his pocket silently. He didn't bother answering it. he could guess what it was about.

He needed people to clear out. While the bite being contagious was highly dependent on what kind of werewolves they were, they were still bites from a giant beasts with razor fangs. He needed to contain, detain, and assess from there. Something more was going on but he just wasn't sure what. He couldn't yell for people to run, there was nothing a predator loved more than a moving target.

Silently as possible he pushed his hands into his bag and strapped on his gauntlets. He didn't even wait for them to be fully strapped in before grabbing a piece of chalk and writing something on the back of his right gauntlets plate.

He hoped it worked.
It had to work.
It would work.

With a calming breath he took a step towards the bank, acting like there was nothing special about the werewolves. They were just another trick-or-treater. Hurriedly he wrote down a symbol on one side of the bank on the wall. The symbol itself was innocuous, seemingly harmless. And in most cases it was. However this was not most cases.

This will work. All he had to do was go on the other side of them. It was easier said than done. He needed to be fast. Ghostdance dove on all fours, diving towards the other side in a a gymnastic roll. His eyes met with the biggest and nastiest of the werewolves. He was down wind from them now and there was no way they wouldn't notice them. He had issued a challenge. He just hoped he could finish his trap in time before they could retaliate.

"EVERYBODY CLEAR OUT!" he boomed commandingly. He was ready to spring his trap.

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One had to question just what the archer had lost his mind or was being serious in his antics. It was best just not to ask when the boy put the machine together and turned it on. The sound of a loud vacuum filled the streets as the ghosts stopped to stare at the boy. Various light debris and paper was all that was affected by sudden torrent of air. The ghosts? They simply floated there as the air had little effect on them. Their bodies simply wavered as the air tugged at their incorporeal forms.

Some of the ghosts then ignored the boy as he was deemed to not be a threat and started chasing after other civilians. Their screams easily echoed down the streets. Other ghosts simply began throwing whatever they could reach around and causing as much destruction as possible. One ghost, however, had taken an interest in the boy.

Its eyes turned a deep red as it grinned at the boy's antics. The mouth opened to reveal a pitch black pit of nothing as it let out a hollow laugh. The ghost swirled up into the air before shooting down into a nearby car. Red lights turned on and focused on the boy before the car revved its engine in warning. A few seconds later the tires screeched as the car took off to try and run the boy over.

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The witches stopped in mid cackle as a boy jumped onto the scene and demanded them to stop. Some of them burst out laughing at the boy's mere appearance. Who wore an outfit like that? It was almost as if the boy wanted to be seen in such a horrible color scheme. Not that it really mattered. It only made the boy an easier target to find and hit.

"Is that so?! Let's see you try and stop us all!" One of the witches yelled out as she took the sky on her broom. Her nose just happened to be larger than any of the others and her grotesque appearance was worse enough to match. She pulled her hand threw the air as a mass of energy formed into a glob that she lobbed down at the boy. Her aim was rather horrible as the glob hit the pavement a couple of feet away from Robin. It would show the boy what would happen were he to be hit by one as the pavement was broken apart as it aged rapidly.

Three other witches rose with the first and then began throwing down similar globs at the boy. They would keep the boy busy as the others flew around throwing those globs at other people and anything if they missed their target. Some people suddenly found themselves old and cried out in fear.

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This next scenario was very... slow.

The zombies stopped as a barrel crashed into one of them and knocked him over. In fact, the zombie found his legs suddenly broken off and he wiggled his stumps for a few seconds before turning over onto his stomach. He slowly began the crawl towards the flying witch even though he had no hopes of reaching her in his current condition.

And the witch would have been safe from the zombies if she was only facing zombies at this location. The goblins had done well in hiding themselves while the zombies caused panic. Sneaky little creatures they were, they would scout the area before taking an action. The civilians did not seem to be any threat, but the flying witch could be a problem. They would have to take her out first.

The moment they saw the red jewel on her cape, the goblins lost all fear.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!"

The goblins screeched as they came out of their shadows and rushed towards the purple witch. They all leapt up at the witch to try and grab a hold of her cape and pull her down. All they wanted was to steal the red jewel away from her, and they had no problem using whatever force was required.

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The werewolves were the fiercest of all the groups. The police had easily been tossed to the side and their vehicles had met a similar fate. Crushed vehicles littered the front of the bank as a couple of the werewolves had gone back inside to bring out all the loot and pile it in the middle of the street. Others went about terrorizing the people as much as they could. Some had already gotten a taste of human flesh and desired more. Were it not for their leader, they would have spread out among the city.

The largest werewolf watched everything from atop the cruiser as all the loot was piled before him. His eyes glittered as they reflected everything before him. It was this distraction that allowed a strange person to break through to the front of the bank and let out his challenge. His eyes focused on the stranger as the challenge was issued. There was no way the alpha was about to let this abomination do as he wished while he was around. No. All served him, and this little wolf would be no different.

He let out a piercing howl before stepping off the broken cruiser. All the other werewolves stopped what they were doing and turned to face the battle that was about to begin. They all had the same thought that this puny stranger was about to be crushed, but they had to watch.

The alpha flexed his claws as he let out a deep huff. He paused for a split second to glare at the stranger before the werewolf lunged at the blue wolf. He aimed to tear the stranger apart in one swoop and finish this already.

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Left to their own devices, the two locations with the vampires and then the ghouls and mummies were having no trouble dealing with the police. Various bodies were near death as their blood had been drained, and others were wrapped tightly by the mummies. Fear had drowned those streets and creeped up into the night sky to be absorbed by an unknown force. Soon enough fear would be generated, and Slade would unleash true chaos upon the city. For now, he would simply watch as the Titans did their best to subdue their targets.

[Feathers]

Silverwing arrived at the scene of the crime...a little too late. Gliding through the air on her silver disk. Working hard on tracking down the blood suckers through their victims. Victims who they had leave dispose off in near death after feeding them. Giving Silverwing a clue of their path of destruction. She just hopped, praying. That she wasn’t that all too late to save the day. By luck, it didn’t took her too long for her prayers to be answered. A scream of help was heard. Quickly, she makes a sharp turn and headed towards the scream. Life was at stake and she didn’t had any more precious time to lose. Arriving just in the nick of time, she jumps off her silver disk and used it to knock back the vampire. Stopping it from feeding on their fourth victim of the night. Soon, her disk return to her hand, like a boomerang. Allowing her to change it into another form, into a bo staff to fight. “Alright buddy, plays time over. Drop the act and drop the money....” She pauses “If you would be so kind please...” She had to cross her finger on it. Hoping they would just surrender and give in without a fight. If they didn’t, she was gonna need more the just dumb luck to survive, and fight them. One obvious reason, because she was out numbered and out power. Heck, she was going to a whole SWAT of vampire hunter to take them down.

EIGHTEEN | TEEN TITAN | RANK 2

[Bry]

Raven blinked along with the crash of the impact between the zombie and her rather trashy weapon. His legs-- Were her eyes playing tricks on her?

Soooo. Not men in zombie suits. Actual zombies. Actual corpses. There were a few words to express her sentiments at the moment, but Raven went with the shortest.

"Ew."

His legs were clean off-- Er. Well, not clean. There were what appeared to be worms wriggling about in the gore, but. The point remained, the zombie was now at least two feet shorter than before. At least he was no longer a massive threat. She turned her attention towards the rest of them, right before losing altitude with an alarming jolt.

Zombies weren't her only concern.

Clinging to her cloak was a little swarm of creatures that could only be describing as devious. From their eyes to their grins to their grabby little hands and their screeching, Raven already despised them. She was vaguely reminded of a few egg-shaped aliens she'd had this exact experience with on a deserted planet a year or so ago.

Talk about deja vu.

"Get. Off," she growled, simultaneously firing a few bolts of energy at the highest climbers. A glance back at her previous opponents told her they were less a threat and more of a deathly quiet and stunned audience. So she looked back to the goblins, made sure to stay in the air, and continued firing shots at them.

[Kenni]

Speedy was taking himself very seriously.
As seriously as he could, given the circumstances.
Seriousness extended first and foremost to his desire to keep these citizens safe from otherworldly harm.

“Come ON! ‘90s TV, don’t fail me now..!”

It was frustrating therefore, when he failed to even protect citizens, as his Ghostbuster dreams fizzled out like so much feedback from the spluttering connection on the fritz in the hardware store. It seemed the extension cord had seen better days, and the age of the Titan’s equipment was hardly in prime condition to fend off these ghosts. If they were even that; his methods were having no effect!

“What’s it gonna take to take you floatin’ freeloaders out?” he muttered to the scattering ghosts, having awkwardly disassembled Plan A and reverting to Plan B: Trick Arrows. Armed once more, he sent a flurry of arrows at his opponents, here blocking the path of one ghost with a couple of Explosive Arrows to the shopfront it had just busted up as part of the ghost-group’s general destruction, there trying some Punching Glove Arrows to a queue of terrorizers chasing a few innocents down the boulevard.

They appeared to be incorporeal after all! How had he missed that, especially with the fact that they were transporting corporeal moneybags..? Stupid, stupid!

Nowthen, if they could pick up objects…couldn’t they be hit by physical ones, too? His onslaught continued, until the laughing ghost made the blood chill in Speedy’s veins.
When it turned to possessing the now angrily-revving automobile, Speedy realized that he may soon be hit by a very physical object as well.

“LoveisNOTwhatmakesthatSubaruaSubaru!!” he gulped, unsure if this was a nightmare, or a humdrum episode of Scooby Doo, taking off down side-streets, trying to fend off ghosts that he ran past that were still terrorizing the citizens that were attempting to flee. All the while, he tried to formulate a plan to get that fearsome ride off his back; it would entail getting to higher ground, but only after the last civilian had been assisted with the archer’s arrow distractions to give the people a running head-start.

Periodically, his stock of remaining Stun Arrows was being depleted, as he tried to launch them alternately in threes at the hood and tires of the ever-faster, screaming Subaru. He tried a dodgeroll to the right into a particularly narrow alley, and began a Grappling Arrow assisted scaling of the wall before he could see if the car had been successfully deterred from pursuing him or not.

[Silv]

Challenge accepted. While Robin wasn't exactly equipped to take on crazy magic he was fairly confident that these witches didn't stand a chance. They didn't even seem like real witches. Or at least, not the Raven and Zatarra variety. But then a magic glob fell from the sky and proved him wrong by rapidly aging some pavement. Well then. At least they had crappy aim. Smoke pellets were the first thing that the Boy Wonder pulled out of his belt and used to smear the surrounding landscape with a thick cloud of smoke. It wasn't like the witches had good aim to begin with, but hopefully that would save more of the panicking civilians. It was projectile time. He pulled enough birdarangs from his belt to unleash them in rapid fire succession at some of the witches hovering around the bank. The birdarangs weren't going to be enough, though, he knew that. There were too many witches. He pulled a flash bang from his belt, ducked his head, and threw it up. While it was still in the air he hit it with an explosive pellet. The result was immediate and intense. Robin smashed to the ground, his hands covering his ears, and his eyes screwed shut behind the mask. The shockwave from the mini explosion had cleared most of the smoke leaving the boy obvious and vulnerable on the concrete in his ridiculous traffic-light get up. The boy managed to get to his feet, albeit shakily, with his ears still ringing from the blast, to survey the damage.

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Ghostdance did not flinch a measurable distance when the werewolf stared him down. He didn't twitch any more than his white tipped ears when the werewolf howled. The nightmare-ish face echoing along with it albeit in a twisting and in wretched anguish. He showed no fear as the wolf showed him those razor claws. He had some of his own after all.

He did however, move when the werewolf alpha lunged at him. His movement was sudden and swift. It was not a movement of recoiling out of fear or sudden evacuation. In fact it was quite the opposite. Ghostdance holstered fist finger side up at his his as he dug his clawed feet into the earth. His other arm was held at a right angle in front of his face, his forearm being presented to his enemy. The stance was elementary as far as Okinawan Karate was concerned. But any fighter worth their salt would tell you well mastered basics were more useful than a whole arsenal of flashy moves.

Time seemed to slow down the nearer the wolf man got to him. Ghostdance's pointed ear were zeroed in on the alpha like organic satellite dishes. His ivory fangs glinting in the soft orange light of a street light. He exhaled through his mouth, pushing one of his braids out from his eyes. His eyes were filled with a glacial fury.

To say that he wasn't scared would be a lie. This was a battle that could easily result with not only his death but the death of many innocent civilians, including some of the werewolves themselves. He didn't even know if the spell would work. Or if it did, that it would hold against the might of a pack. He was afraid that if he gave his full potential once more it might take a life. He was also quite rationally afraid of the the salivating beast in front of him. He'd have to be a fool to not be a little bit afraid.

The only thing keeping him from showing it was the fact that he had faith in himself and the research he had done. It was going to work. He had spent the better part of the last year researching any and all lycanthropic shapeshifters he could get info one in an attempt to learn more about himself. That and the fact the scientific part of his brain was all too fascinated by the anthropological significance of the dominance display of the alpha male. A lot of bit of anger didn't hurt either.

Seconds felt like hours as the wolf flew towards him. Ghostdance dug his feet into a more stable position and exhaled, letting his bristly furred tail hang limply behind him. The teeth were inches from his face when he finally unholstered his punch in a blinding flash.

As he threw forward his punch he let out a menacing roar. As he threw his punch he twisted his fist in a corkscrew, showing off a symbol inscribed in chalk on his gauntlet as he sleeve slid back. It was made of sharp angles and straight lines. That burned red as the wolf slammed headfirst into the wall. Ghostdances silver rings connecting with a soft crunch. right under the beast rib-cage. Despite his size, the small wolf easily packed just as much power as the towering beast. "Mach Hier Keinen Zoff!" he shouted, making the a triangular structure shoot stories into the air, the tree points being his fist and the two scribbled symbol. Though truth be told it was more of a lopsided isosceles. It was hard to measure properly in a pressured situation . The walls wobbles and wavered a bit as the werewolf's body bounced off of it. The rune showing itself more clearly at the point of impact. It was a combination of signs from the fifth Aett. An addition to the traditional ones developed during the viking hey day of raiding and plunder. A combination of the sign wolfs-angel (traditionally used to keep wolves out of pasture) and Erda, invoking mother earth and protection. Together they formed a bind rune, invoking energy and power. That paired paired with his words, passion, and belief in himself and the rune was enough to form a barrier. Though truth be told, a flimsy one. But that could be fixed.

Without waiting for the Alpha to respond he knelled down and got to work on a third and fourth symbol on the ground and flipped open his communicator with a mumble of "Der warmduscher." and a dismissive snort. Pressing a button, then the correct button on his communicator he huffed "Oi. If you give me another the minute or two these werewolves will be stuck here until dawn. I can't hold them longer than that with out a way more complicated spell. But come sunrise they should be human again anyways. It's actually quite interesting. I believe it has something to do with the concept of a threshold and the in-between moments. You know why a home feels like a home and well it's nearly irrelevant right now I'll talk about it later. Anyways they're down for the count. Just...keep your head up and be alert. Something isn't quite right about this. Something more is happening. I don't see why werewolves would need money, unless the Id is a bit more complicated than I originally though. I don't think that's the case though. Not for these guys." Upon finishing the third symbol on the ground, a second burst light shoot up once more before going invisible. It seemed firmer now, more rock-like.