Characters: Slade, Robin, Open (to Titans) Setting: Banquet Hall, Veteran's Day, Early Evening Previous Threads:Your Move Plot Summary: Mr.Wilson invites Robin and, by extension the Titans, for a Veteran's Day event. A night of dinner and speeches turns deadly when Slade makes a comeback and revives an old alias.
"Thank you for coming," the decorated man said to the uniformed youth as he leaned against his rosewood cane. They stood in a banquet room of the Carlton hotel in one of the smaller venues but sophisticated nonetheless. Tables were arranged elegantly throughout the limited space but retained a masculine style in the choice of black, gray and white. Colour was added to the room from the rich brown hardwood, and the centerpiece arrangements in patriotic red, white and blue.
The man gestured to one such table, inviting the boy to join him. Former soldiers and their superiors gathered alike, but there were more of the latter among this night's festivities. They were distinguished by their uniforms, for those that chose to wear them as Mr.Wilson did. Courteously the man introduced Robin to the men they were sitting with--general, colonel and other such impressive titles were thrown out.
"It's been too long since I've seen you, Wilson," one said with a grin as he reached out his hand to shake. "Come out of your hiding hole like the rest of us?"
Wilson carefully sat down in his seat, and then tilted his head to Robin beside him. "You can thank our young hero for that," he said in his voice rough with age. "I haven't felt safe in this city for a long time."
Another man lifted his glass. "Absolutely. We owe the Titans quite the debt since putting Deathstroke in the grave," he said and took a sip. At the mention of the name, some looked uneasy, including Wilson himself. Noticing this, the colonel chuckled. "Come now, he wasn't as interested in us alive, I doubt he'll be haunting us now that he's got fire and brimstone to worry about."
Despite the fact he wasn't in his signature brilliance of red, green, and gold the Boy Wonder was still easily recognizable with his mask and spiked hair. Colors, after all, didn't make the superhero. He'd been told it was a formal affair, and Robin knew how to dress accordingly. With his dark suit, the same one he'd worn to that stupid prom, he almost looked like any other teenager dragged to the function with his grandfather.
It hadn't taken the Boy Wonder long to find Mr. Wilson. The old man was waiting for him, all spiffed up in his old uniform, and the kid found himself admiring all the medals. He knew what some of them meant. Wilson, in his youth, must have been a very impressive, and very brave, soldier. Robin grinned as the old man greeted him with a thanks.
"Wouldn't miss it!" he chirped brightly as he fell into easy step with the older man. Robin followed Mr. Wilson over to a table already filled with other military men. A flurry of names, ranks, and titles were thrown at the Boy Wonder and he did his best to remember them all as he sat down besides his elderly friend.
When the conversation turned to the safety of the city, though, Robin perked up curiously. He sat up straighter in his seat, his masked gaze moving between Mr. Wilson and the man's friend. At the praise, however, he ducked shyly back. The Boy Wonder grinned at the recognition, nodding in acknowledgment of the raised glass, but his mind was already clinking away in thought. Why would anyone want to hurt these poor old Military Veterans? Were they talking about the monsters that would sometimes wreck Townsville-esque havoc on the city?
Deathstroke?
Robin was sure that they'd never fought a villain with a name like that. A villain that made all these grown men in uniform look uneasy was certainly one he'd remember. He turned to look quizzically at Mr. Wilson, hoping for some more elaboration on the topic, but he didn't want to voice his own ignorance. It was kind of cool to be the kid at the adult table. The Titan leader didn't want to bring down their opinions of himself and his team. There was one thing he couldn't be quiet about, though:
"We don't kill," the Boy Wonder protested quickly, wishing his face didn't feel so hot as he said it. "But I'm glad to hear that you feel safer in the city now. Anything the Titans can do to help, we will." His communicator went off then, and his flush deepened as he quickly fished it out. "I invited my friends," he told them all, but his masked gaze fixed on Mr. Wilson who had invited the Titans in the first place, "to come support you too. They're here. Would you like to meet them?"
Post by Elenaphant on Aug 24, 2016 20:13:25 GMT -6
When Robin insisted that the Titans don't kill, Mr.Wilson looked to the camera side and stared long, and hard. The boy didn't recognize his old alias, which had been intended for a long time. It didn't instill the same kind of reaction as hearing Slade so often did... yet. The man didn't mind it. Such a reaction to his actual name was delightfully intimate. It was the sort of power he had that few others could boast, getting under the leader's skin.
The sound of a beeping communicator made his eyebrow rise and his gaze drew back. As Mr.Wilson it was an unfamiliar sound, but Slade new it well. It was not quite the signal for 'trouble', and he knew that their time together would not be interrupted by heroic endeavors. He doubted the boy could bear to leave his city completely unprotected. Even as he said his 'friends', Slade had an inkling his closest would be on patrol. That was how he would allocate his resources, at least.
"Certainly," Mr.Wilson answered easily. Getting up wasn't as easy, but he managed it and didn't seem to mind standing once again. He was a stubborn soul. He gave a small word to the men that he'd be back, in more ways than one was the unspoken addition, and followed Robin to greet his friends. "It pleases me that you have such an interest"--in my affairs--"in the wellbeing of men who've served their duty."
Jenga was , needless to say, excited about being invited to an actual event! He bounced with excitement in the car on the way rocking the frame slightly. Settle down, Jenga. Here, I'll drop you off a block away.Dr.Hawthorn offers, pulling to the curve in his nice, remodeled 1964 Pontiac GTO. Jenga looked up confused about this, having no idea why Dr.Hawthorn wouldn't want to come and meet his friends.
Why? They'll like you. They're nice people. Jenga chimes, No, no. Your friends don't need to see your dad dropping you off. Most teenagers drive themselves... Jenga fell silent, remembering the MANY incidents that resulted from Jenga trying to learn to drive. It's amazing how little resistance a stop sign puts up when hit by a front bumper. That thing just laid over with the slightest tap! Air-backs also seemed super touchy. He didn't hit it that hard. You'll get it. Go have fun.Dr.Hawthorn urges, checking his watch so that Jenga wouldn't be too late. Alright. Bye! Jenga leans over and kisses his dad's cheek before getting out of the car.
Jenga was dressed in his usually, but if that were possible, he was scaled up slightly. Black double-breasted peacoat with his usual black pants and lightly heeled boots that ended halfway up his calves. His undershirt was white and his scarf was a nice pastel blue. Jenga didn't like to wear too much of one color and had to buy the blue scarf for this event as his favorite was either his yellow or his purple one. Of course his father wouldn't allow him to go unless he wore a tie... so under his scarf was a basic black tie. His dad didn't say he couldn't do that.
Jenga walked into the venue with a nervous smile plastered on his face. However all nervousness erased when he saw a few men with his father's prosthetic appendages and he recognized every one of them. Jenga mostly helped with the installation as some parts were difficult to put on without loud machines and took some inhuman amount of muscle to apply.
He found robin-the only one he could see with a mask still on- and nervously sat waiting to be acknowledged. He still had a bit of a fan-boy attitude. His flawlessly airbrushed features danced with joy and slight admiration. So much heroism in one room! Hearing some of the stories the old men told sounded just like the movies! Jenga did, however, elicit some odd attention.
Hey pretty boy, Whatcha' staring at? One of the men grouchily exclaimed, making Jenga jump. To be fully honnest, he was staring at the man's hand. The false hand his father had put on for the man. Jenga could not really lie so he had to tell the truth. Just your hand. My dad made that! It's one of the older models. May I see? Jenga asked, taking the hand the man offered to him. Say... how can you tell that just from a glance?
Because the drainage groove is missing. We found that when it rained or the protetic was exposed to water, clients had trouble with watter getting between the grafted skin and the electrodes in the muscle. Two years ago my dad added that. I suggest you come in and we'll gladly update it. That has to be annoying. Jenga offered, sending the grouchy man into a confused minute of hessitation.
Uh... alright. thanks? Jenga chimed a your welcome, although he was still wondering about being called 'pretty boy'.
(Edited because the first post was too short for my liking.)
You cannot imagine how long loud Silverwing squeal when she was told out. That she was invited to attend a dinner party with Robin, and to representing the Teen Titans. It took a lot of willpower to control herself to even reply a proper yes. It got so bad. With Robin out of sight, she starts singing and dancing down the Titans Tower hallway. That sound about like this:-
"I'm going to a party..." "And...I'm going with Robin..."
"I'm going to a party..." "And...I'm going with Robin..."
"I'm going to a party..." "And...I'm going with Robin..."
Thinking back about it. Make her laugh. Just as she hit the send button on her Titan Communicator. Sending a text message to Robin to let him know. That the gang has already arrived and are waiting. Outside the dining hall in the hotel lobby. Catching Slobo from the corner of her eyes. She caught Slobo. Checking her out. And boy, doesn't he look so handsome and adorable in his tux's. She swears. He could run and to post as a model for GQ magazine if he wanted to. You know. Thinking back. It was fun taking him out to shop for his first tux. Together with Kaie and herself. They make him play dress up. Trying out various clothes. Soon enough. He gave in and play along. As he rocks down the changing room hallway. Like he was modeling for the catwalk runway. She even decided to join the fun and pick out something sexy to wear. She picks a beautiful gown. A dress inspired by Audrey Harper in the front but low cut back from behind. It was enough to get his jaw drop to the floor. But when he caught other guys checking her out, he took off his coat to cover her. Before he exchanging a dangerous glare at them. Hands-off kinda glare.
Grinning. It was fun messing around with the adorable alien boy next door. He just so cute and innocent. It should be a crime. Just to mess around with him. Of course. The silver hair Titan did dress accordingly. Of course. She brought a little black dress. That was cover with silver lace on the top till her waist and a black belt around the waist. Much to Slobo relive. And she ties her silver hair into a loose bun wedding hairstyles.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2016 23:22:03 GMT -6 by Feathers
This was the first time he'd ever had to dress formal, and he hated it. The tuxedo made him feel like a T-Rex. He could barely lift his arms, it felt like he was being restrained. The stiff shoulders, the tight neck, everything about it was unpleasant. Well, everything except the view. Kimber looked great in that black dress of hers. Slobo smiled, trying not to stare too much.
"So what's this party about anyway?" He was still getting used to life outside the lab, and Veteran's Day was a new concept to him. It seemed like there were a lot of holidays out here in the real world. Slobo walked close beside Kimber, looking over at her. He wanted to check her out, but didn't want to creep too much. Besides, he had a reputation to keep as a cool, aloof guy. He'd almost blown that when they were dress shopping.
Kaie
Kaie couldn't believe she'd been invited to this. She'd never been invited to a formal gala before! Luckily the Titans knew someone who could get a dress in her size. It was pretty nice, a backless ice-blue evening gown, the kind of thing she expected to wear to a prom. Kaie gave a twirl in a her-sized mirror before heading out.
She was a bit late getting in, partly because it was hard to physically get into the building. Nothing had been designed with her size in mind. She was glad her dress was made of sturdy, scuff-resistant material. As usual she had to get down and crawl through the door, and it would have been a shame to ruin her new dress just trying to get in the building. Kaie stood, brushing the dust off herself and carefully stepping into the main room. There were all sorts of people here, all of them roughly half her size. She waded into the crowd, looking to meet and greet.
Robin slid out of his seat smoothly and waited patiently for Mr. Wilson to follow suit. It took the old man awhile, which could only be expected, and the Titan leader's masked brows pinched slightly in concern. Hopefully the old man wasn't in too much pain. Getting old had to suck. While he was waiting for the old man to tell his less attentive friends where they were going Robin turned his masked gaze towards the entrance. He was looking for his own friends, and his face lit up as soon as he spotted some familiar forms by the doors.
He easily fell into step with Mr. Wilson, leading the way towards the waiting Titans, and turned to grin at the man's words. "They've done so much for us," the Boy Wonder said with a light shrug, "we should return the favor." But he wasn't here so much for the cause as he was for his new friendship. The Titans would have never been here without the old man inviting them. "Thank you for inviting us."
"Hey guys!" Robin greeted his friends brightly when they were in earshot. He was glad they'd all dressed up for the formal event like he'd told them to. "Thank you for coming," despite the lack of uniform he still held himself as every inch the Titan's leader. "I want you all to meet Mr. Wilson. He's the one who invited us tonight," the Boy Wonder turned to the old man with a smile. "Mr. Wilson, this is: Jenga, Silverwing, and Slobo," he gestured to each of his teammates in turn as he introduced them.
"And that's Rumble," he added seeing the giantess beyond them in the crowd towering over most of the veterans. She always stuck out like a sore thumb. It made her easy to find, though. Robin waved to his friend hoping she'd see him even dwarfed in a crowd like this. It was one of the downsides of gymnast heritage.
Post by Elenaphant on Aug 26, 2016 20:37:22 GMT -6
As introductions were made Mr.Wilson's eye took in each face to the name. The villain in disguise recognized one--the silver-haired girl from around the city, but the other two he was seeing for the first time.
The giantess so aptly named 'Rumble' was noticed as soon as she arrived. His enhanced mind was always tracking details in the environment. She was quite an obvious change, from her heavier footfalls to the attention that shifted on her. He had seen her out of the corner of her eye just as Robin was introducing him to the first three, but the old man only 'noticed' her when the boy pointed her out. He turned and was visibly 'surprised' to see such a large young lady but, like the gentleman he was, quickly reigned it in.
He noticed them all, took in their demeanours, their details. The unnatural-looking Jenga, and his conversation about prosthetics. Slobo, and his unique features and the way he kept glancing to the girl at his side--ah, young romance always easily exploited. Something was familiar about his appearance. In any case, he would have to learn more about them later. It was always a worthwhile endeavour keeping track of Titans and their expanding roster. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said. "I also would like to thank you for coming. It means a lot to see such prominent young people come to our event," he said cordially, if a bit rough with age, and gestured with the hand not holding his cane. "Please, sit and--ah," he glanced over to Rumble, "we'll do our best to accommodate."
He limped, leaning on his weaker side, as he approached one of the hotel staff. He gave quick instruction to the young lad about getting an ottoman chair or something for the lady. Their current supply with arms lacked the required surface area.
When that was done, he waited patiently, standing as their guests were properly seated and arranged at the table. It took time to find something for Rumble, but either through stubbornness or old-fashioned values he only took his seat when everyone else was sat. "Comfortable?" he asked, making sure.
That was when he explained what they could expect. "It's not quite the action-filled affair I'm sure you're used to, but you can expect some stories along that line. I'll let you know which ones have been puffed up or exaggerated," he grinned wryly. Little did they know that action was precisely what they'd get.
Last Edit: Aug 26, 2016 20:46:18 GMT -6 by Elenaphant
Silverwing pitch went a little higher. A little completely lovestruck fangirling when she spotted Robin tux. She sighed and noted. Her life was complete. Spotting an older gentlemen walking behind him (Robin). Silverwing quickly regains her composure when she was introduced. "Good evening, sir. If I can say, everyone. We are honored to be invited to this event..." She smiles as she shook hands with Mr. Wilson. Her alters ego, Kimber Lee Fowl, had attended a fair share of dinner parties. She knew exactly how to carry herself around well-manners and confidence.
Once they enter the dining hall. A room fill with decorated officers. Man and women. Young and old. Accompany by the friends and family. They grab a table and grab a seat. "Will do..." Replying thanks, Mr. Wilson again when he invited to seat. Studying Mr. Wilson. From his military medal hung on his uniform, he was a nice gentleman who has served his country. Risking his own life more than once.
It little sad to see him. Struggling to cope with his battle wound. That gets worse as they age. The same irritated pain she knows too well and sees often in her old man. There was time, she would give him (her grandfather) massage. Now and then. He would call his miracle worker. When actually, she had been secretly using her healing ability to ease his pain.
She wonders she could do the same to Mr. Wilson. If Robin is fine, with that. And How did Robin get to know him (Mr. Wilson)? Then again, it was a rare sight. Robin was after all the famous Titans. His face had circulator in the media more than ones. From helping an old lady across the road to taking down the most dangerous villain, like Slade. The 'S' word that she was told to best not to say it in front of Robin.
Last Edit: Aug 27, 2016 8:52:56 GMT -6 by Feathers
The white hair'd android's attention was pulled up at the mention of his name, making him snap out of his love of prosthetic limbs. Jenga stands waving a hello to Mr.Wilson before he noticed Kaie. Well. how could he not notice Kaie. Hi Kaie! He waved, a light giggle following his words. Jenga was just happy to be here. Happy to have friends (to him EVERYBODY was is friend. They just hadn't met yet). Happy in general. And a happy Jenga was a giggly Jenga.
And of course everyone was oblivious to his true state, as he assumed. He really didn't want to let anyone know, so he always went out of his way to hide it. His attention went back to Mr.Wilson, eyes scanning over him for a minute. His facial recognition didn't pick up anything, just a generally nice guy.
Err: Audial Reset. 3...2...1
Jenga cringed, not necessarily wanting his hearing to re-calibrate right in the middle of a conversation.... but it happened. His ears began ringing and voices blurr for a moment. He shook his head as his hearing began coming back in after a minute or so. Hopefully this would be the last glitch induced reset. Audial Resets were only supposed to happen when controlled, like after a blast or something. Jenga hadn't commanded his body to do that, so the virus must have triggered it. He glances back up, trying to figure out what he missed.
Something was off. Their host had a limp, but Slobo's senses weren't showing that leg as a weakness. Normally his Czarnian sense flagged injuries as weaknesses to be exploited in combat, but this man was showing no injuries. In fact, he was showing a superhuman threat level. What was his deal? Maybe he was a superhero in his secret identity, pretending to have an old wound to keep up his cover. It was a good cover, too. Nobody would suspect that the guy who could barely walk was secretly Batman or whatever.
Slobo exchanged the usual pleasantries and followed them to the table, keeping mostly quiet. He was't comfortable at big social events. Regular socializing was hard enough for him and at least in those situations he could cover his nerves and awkwardness by being sassy and standoffish. At events like this you weren't supposed to do that, so he fell back on being silent and mysterious.
Kaie:
This was so exciting! Kaie could feel the eyes on her, watching her pick her way across the room. She liked to think she was rocking the gown. It certainly felt like she was. It was nice having eyes on her for something other than her size, even if her size was part of the reason they were staring.
She beamed down at their host. "Ye can call me Kaie, I got no way ta keep a secret identity anyway." She followed to the table and sat on the ottoman, surprised it could take her weight. Kaie was glad her dress was so long, her knees were almost to her chin. There was no real seat designed for her, but they were doing their best. She waved back at Jenga, practically beaming. Their host was focused on Robin again, but she was just happy to be there.
Post by Elenaphant on Sept 14, 2016 18:38:14 GMT -6
Mr.Wilson smiled wistfully when she mentioned secret identities. He was certainly glad that his size wasn't an issue in keeping his, especially with what he planned next.
He didn't let the actually Veteran event get very far. People were seated, settled, and there was a toast about to made to so on and so forth. Slade was more interested in the clamour outside the banquet hall doors. His robots were getting into position to seal off the room. All of his targets were boxed in. The Titans, as he glanced around the table, would provide a nice challenge, because where was the fun in killing a bunch of old men?
A scream from outside alerted the people inside that something was wrong. Like the usual sheep, they had to sit around looking at each other and discussing if something needed to be done. Mr.Wilson's brow furrowed, and then (though completely expected) turned to alarm when four orange and black foot soldiers entered in followed by large white bruisers. He knew Robin would recognize his arsenal. If the others didn't, then, well, the next event was sure to inform them just who they belong to.
As eyes were turned to the barred exits, a rasping sound from the microphone drew gazes back to the stage. The man who was making the speech had his eyes wide as he struggled to take in a breath. He dropped to the ground, and the infamous Slade held the dagger that stabbed him in the back. Mr.Wilson, remained sitting at the table suitably shocked and disturbed.
The long-gone villain stood upright and imposing, looking over the room with his cool one-eyed gaze. "It's been a long time," he addressed them, and he glanced acknowledging the Titans in the corner. It was long enough that he had purchased some upgrades to his gear. Two swords were sheathed on either side, and ammo stored into packs on his person for the dual guns he had in holsters. "I haven't forgotten my old scores," he assured and pulled out his gun. "GET DOW--"
The warning was cut off by a shot in the head. Chairs were knocked over, people getting up to run but found themselves trapped. Others used the tables for cover. Some didn't make it that far before a bullet got to them. Mr.Wilson himself was one such shot, as he dove out of the way just in time to get nicked in the shoulder instead of the chest.
Robin was on his feet the moment the familiar orange and black robots entered the scene. “Slade!” he hiss out the name, his chair skidding back as he slid into a fighting stance besides it. His masked eyes narrowed as he took in the oncoming robots. They needed to get these people out of here. Now. What he wasn't expecting was a visit from the masked man himself. Worse, still, the man seemed even more ruthless than usual. The Titan's leader's jaw comically hit the floor as the man holding the microphone dropped dead. Slade took his place and the cryptic messages were flowing more freely than bad war stories.
Then the gun came out. If it weren't for his training Robin would have probably stayed frozen with shock. Instead he screamed out, “GET DOWN!” too slow to save some of the people around him as he whipped out a Birdarang and sent it flying towards the weapon in Slade's hand. Gunshots kept going off before his rang could manage to get anywhere close to the masked mastermind, and Robin was forced to crouch under the table to avoid getting taken out by a bullet. That was when he saw Mr. Wilson.
“Nooo,” he whispered in horror, looking terrified as he realized their friend had been shot. The Boy Wonder crawled over to make sure he was alright. “Don't worry, Mr. Wilson. We'll get you out of here,” Robin promised quietly before he turned to his teammates. The way his masked eyes narrowed made it clear he meant business.
“Jenga, Rumble, I want you two to get the civilians out of here. They should be able to see you over the panic, Rumble, but be careful to avoid becoming an easy target for that gun. Slobo, Silverwing,” the Boy Wonder turned to the next pair. “I want you two to work on getting rid of those robots. Take 'em out and then help get people to safety.” His masked eyes narrowed into slits as he declared, “Slade's mine.”
He waited a heartbeat to make sure that his team had received and at least vaguely understood his orders before leaping to his feet with another birdarang drawn like a traffic light turning green. “TITANS GO!” he cried as he leapt up onto the table they'd just been sitting at and flung his drawn weapon at Slade. He followed it without a pause, flinging himself off the table and rushing at the man on the stage as he pulled his bostaff out of his belt and extended it with an click barely audible amongst all the screaming. He was taking an impulsive gamble. Usually rushing the bad guy with the gun was a bad idea, but he had a feeling Slade wouldn't let all his stupid "potential" go to waste with a bullet to the brain. “I'm not going to let you hurt anybody else, Slade!” the dark haired boy declared as he vaulted up onto the stage to swing a bostaff for the masked man. “This ends now.”
Tag: jenga & Feathers because I dunno who's next. xD
You guys have no idea how much I love shouting TITANS GO! in posts.
Silverwing quickly ducks under the table. Hiding out from the laser crossfire. Until Robin started barking out orders. "Got it!" She replies before magically changing into her uniform with the help of sapphire choker. Watching Robin leaves. She turns to Mr. Wilson and tries to tend to his wounds. "It's not much but it should ease your pain..." The warm light glows from her hands. Tending the wound the best it can. Soon, once it was done. She turns to Slobo and nodded to him. "Let's go!"
Ducking out under the table to the line of fire. She quickly created a giant shield. The size of a large door. Protecting from the laser blast. She started using martial art movement against it (the larger shield). Each gesture shot different type of weapon. From silver bullets, to silver daggers. Shredding the Slade-bots in its wave of destruction. As the silver material diminish, she fashions into a smaller shield and a short sword. Taking the fight to Slade-bots. While saving and shielding bystander caught in the crossfire. Leading them to Jenga and Kaie to be taken.
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The roleplay takes place after the series end of the original Teen Titans animated show, but does not include the movie Trouble in Tokyo. Since then Robin has been on something of a recruiting spree, and many new young heroes have found themselves a home in Jump City as well as Titan Tower.
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