Let the Games Begin.... [TitansGamesCommence!]
Oct 29, 2012 3:25:17 GMT -6
Post by Elenaphant on Oct 29, 2012 3:25:17 GMT -6
"And may the odds be ever in your favour~"
Two aliens in two different cells sat, each worried about the same thing. How did they get here. Where their clothes. How could their powers be taken away. And, most importantly, how could they ever kill their friends?
It was an interesting position they found themselves in, as while their powers were 'gone', they were still biologically abnormal. No lasers or heat vision could be shot from the eyes, no super-strength, no flight, no enegry bolts... Were they even as invulnerable as they once were? They were both built to survive extremes... They didn't even really need to breathe, as they could survive the conditions of space. Temperature changes didn't effect them as humans did. How far did this neurotoxin take it?
Supergirl had seen the Hunger Games with the rest of the Titans, and she found enough to keep her attention, though she was one to want to discuss as she was watching to understand all that was going on. She could never really identify the fear of being a normal person with slim chances being pit against others, having to appeal to others and use cunning and every resource available. In fact, most of her experience was something very opposite--holding back. Living on Earth, she lived in a life of glass. Always trying not to use her strength. Always worried she'd hurt something or someone. Fighting was a release, but she always had to be mindful not to throw someone toward the molten core. She was Kryptonian.... Therefore, as powerful as Superman, just less experienced.
Now she was normal... or at least as close as she ever had been. She could hug someone without potentially hurting them. She fit this world and its fragility. It was freeing, but terrifying, because it came at a price. Now, she was being forced to kill. What was she without her power? She did not fight by martial arts or by using weapons... Sure, she had been taught tactical strategies, but they always involved her natural advantages and were only employed in situations against other mega powers like herself.
Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to kill anyone...
Not knowing what to do other than press forward, she did as the geek told her. She suited up and stepped on the plate.
Starfire.... Did not know what Control Freak was talking about. What were the 'Hunger Games' and why were they needing to go with this? She had been away from Earth when the movie had come out, and had not watched it since her return. She may have been one of the few, or only people among the chosen group that completely had no idea about how it worked. It was explained, and she understood this was to be a death match. She understood that there was a stake that if she did not go along with this sick plan, the city was in dire danger. To kill her friends! How cruel a plot! She wished she could refuse.
Similarly, she wondered what she was without power. People who were used to being without it would have an advantage. Therefore, she ought to be more worried about her life than taking the life of another. When the gas filled the room, as he had so warned, she quickly stopped breathing. Maybe, if she could preserve her power and obfuscate powerlessness, she could confer with Robin in private and see if there was any way of getting around this condition.
Though, not breathing could only do so much, she knew, as defiant as she wanted to be. The persistant gas found another way to mess with her mind, and the girl slowly descended to the ground. Never one to care so much about her nudity, she flung off the nightgown and slipped on the suit. She was a warrior, with a warrior mentality. She could kill them all in cold blood and take joy from the victory. That is how she had been taught, but as experienced showed her before, even in the line of duty, she could not kill those who she loved.
The last time she faced that was when Robin had become an apprentice. She had hoped that day she would never have to do it again. The Tameranian stepped on the plate, suited up, and waited for the next thing to happen.
Two aliens in two different cells sat, each worried about the same thing. How did they get here. Where their clothes. How could their powers be taken away. And, most importantly, how could they ever kill their friends?
It was an interesting position they found themselves in, as while their powers were 'gone', they were still biologically abnormal. No lasers or heat vision could be shot from the eyes, no super-strength, no flight, no enegry bolts... Were they even as invulnerable as they once were? They were both built to survive extremes... They didn't even really need to breathe, as they could survive the conditions of space. Temperature changes didn't effect them as humans did. How far did this neurotoxin take it?
Supergirl had seen the Hunger Games with the rest of the Titans, and she found enough to keep her attention, though she was one to want to discuss as she was watching to understand all that was going on. She could never really identify the fear of being a normal person with slim chances being pit against others, having to appeal to others and use cunning and every resource available. In fact, most of her experience was something very opposite--holding back. Living on Earth, she lived in a life of glass. Always trying not to use her strength. Always worried she'd hurt something or someone. Fighting was a release, but she always had to be mindful not to throw someone toward the molten core. She was Kryptonian.... Therefore, as powerful as Superman, just less experienced.
Now she was normal... or at least as close as she ever had been. She could hug someone without potentially hurting them. She fit this world and its fragility. It was freeing, but terrifying, because it came at a price. Now, she was being forced to kill. What was she without her power? She did not fight by martial arts or by using weapons... Sure, she had been taught tactical strategies, but they always involved her natural advantages and were only employed in situations against other mega powers like herself.
Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to kill anyone...
Not knowing what to do other than press forward, she did as the geek told her. She suited up and stepped on the plate.
Starfire.... Did not know what Control Freak was talking about. What were the 'Hunger Games' and why were they needing to go with this? She had been away from Earth when the movie had come out, and had not watched it since her return. She may have been one of the few, or only people among the chosen group that completely had no idea about how it worked. It was explained, and she understood this was to be a death match. She understood that there was a stake that if she did not go along with this sick plan, the city was in dire danger. To kill her friends! How cruel a plot! She wished she could refuse.
Similarly, she wondered what she was without power. People who were used to being without it would have an advantage. Therefore, she ought to be more worried about her life than taking the life of another. When the gas filled the room, as he had so warned, she quickly stopped breathing. Maybe, if she could preserve her power and obfuscate powerlessness, she could confer with Robin in private and see if there was any way of getting around this condition.
Though, not breathing could only do so much, she knew, as defiant as she wanted to be. The persistant gas found another way to mess with her mind, and the girl slowly descended to the ground. Never one to care so much about her nudity, she flung off the nightgown and slipped on the suit. She was a warrior, with a warrior mentality. She could kill them all in cold blood and take joy from the victory. That is how she had been taught, but as experienced showed her before, even in the line of duty, she could not kill those who she loved.
The last time she faced that was when Robin had become an apprentice. She had hoped that day she would never have to do it again. The Tameranian stepped on the plate, suited up, and waited for the next thing to happen.