Take Me Home Country Road (Decade rewind)

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Dean Johnson sat on the wooden porch of his small farm and listened to the wind whisper through the trees. The tall Native American male had last track of the years since he made that deal, long having made peace with his decision that day. Given the opportunity he'd make it again. But lately another question had been plaguing him. Would those who came after him feel the same way?

Maybe it was his old age finally creeping up on him, or maybe it was that his oldest daughter and his oldest grandson were visiting. His grandson that would grow up to be the heir to his legacy. The kid was born with the wolf running through him. He knew it the moment he saw him, even without his spirit sight.

Truth be told, Ghostdance wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

As if on cue the eight year old with short hair and a few bruises and scrapes came stomping back and up the porch, with a scowl that would frighten a badger into a submission. The little kids cloths ruffled and lip bleeding slightly.

Cocking a single eyebrow the elder male cleared his throat "Whoa there son, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a authoritative voice.

"I'm going to go read." the little seemingly human boy huffed, not wanting to talk anymore.

"Did you get into another fight?" he asked, tuning his guitar absentmindedly. The man knew the answer already. He had been in more than his own share of fights. Of course these days they tended to be spear fingered women or a demon.

"Yes" Lang answered him glumly, waiting to be scolded. The boy clearly bracing himself for the punishment to come.

"Ulisiatsutsa, I told you those boys were trouble." he said with a shake of his head as he slowly tightened the string on his guitar. "What have I told you about getting into needless fights?"

"But they started it!" the future shapeshifter shouted, finally turning to his Grandfather and clinching his fist, stressing "they" so that he knew exactly how just his battle was.

"Badger, people will always try and start fights with you. They will call you names and question your life and choices. They will prod and poke, trying their best to provoke you. When they do this they win. A real warrior never fights for his ego. He fights for honor, for his people, and his principles only after a peaceful and fair solution cannot be reached." the older wolf instructed as he slowly plucked out a melody.

"I didn't fight for me though, they said my mom was a..." the boy looked around like a hare for a hawk, checking for his Mother and Grandma before whispering a word that made the grizzled native miss a note.

After taking a moment to clear his throat from the surprise the low voiced wolf spoke "Lang, first off, do me a favor and don't ever repeat that for your Mother or Grandmother. Secondly, that's still trying to provoke you." He met eyes with the boy as he spoke, as he picked up the song once more the acoustic notes of the impromptu song seeming to compliment the wind chimes. "But tell me this, did you at least get him good for that?"

The eight year old just grinned as toothily as he could His missing teeth making him look like a hockey player. "I sent both him and his brother runnin' home crying." he boasted, giving a jab of his fist as demonstration.

"Atta boy." his Grandfather commended proudly with a sly grin. He knew the boy didn't really have much in the way of a Father in his life. He knew he didn't exactly fill the roll either, especially since he hardly ever got to see him, but dammit he was gonna at least try the best he could.

"Now your Grandmother wants you to gather some eggs. But before that I want to see how your Tsalagi is, count to ten for me." The rough face silver haired man asked.

The boy nodded eagerly, ready to show off for his Grandfather. "Saqua, ta, tsoi..." he began quite strongly before biting his lip " nvgi, hisgi, sudali, galiquogi, tsunela..." he continued before biting his lip, desperately trying to figure out the last two. Just as his grandfather was about to help him finished the boy put his hands to his head and shouted "sonela, sgohi!"

Grinning proudly, Dean toss the boy a quarter and watched him chase after it as he failed to catch it "Don't spend it all in the same place. Go gather eggs. Shoo." He said with a wave of his hand, banishing him to manual labor in the chicken coup behind the house

Once the boy was decently out of range and behind the house the man continued his song "You can come out now my friend. I noticed your scent on the wind a long time ago." he said in a soft graveled voice, setting the tuned guitar down beside him before getting up himself.

OOC: Sorry if this was a bit lame, I finished this at 3:33 am my time so I'm a bit tired.

[Silv]

SUPERMAN

The wind whipped across Superman's face as he flew towards his destination. He had a gps tracker on his belt, though, he felt he really didn't need it. It seemed the trope with men and directions extended even to aliens. The man of steel flew high above the clouds a speck in the distance that could easily be mistaken for an airplane or a bird. He began to lower altitude as he recognized the landscape below him. It was often that Superman made...okay, Superman made house calls all the time. He especially loved crashing the Wayne Manor just because it made Bruce's left eye tick in the most amusing fashion. But that was besides the point. Clark rarely made house calls in times of need. And yet here he was.

He wasn't the fastest, or the strongest, or even the most indestructible superhero. But he was easily the best know man on earth and ever since the formation of the Justice League his reach had extended well beyond Metropolis, and America. Mild mannered Clark was also the most likeable member of the team, at least of the senior members, and so he was their unofficial spokesman. Though, Batman was the one who really ran the show.

The big blue boyscout paused when he made it just above Ghostdance's house. The man froze when he saw a child move across the ground below him, breathing a sigh of relief when he wasn't noticed. Clark wanted a chance to talk with Dean before he got bombarded with autographs and stuff. It made it easier that way. The man of steel hovered above the house like an awkward cloud. He couldn't help overhearing the conversation. Super hearing was as much a burden as it was a blessing. But, it also helped him to know when GD was finished talking to the boy.

Superman dropped to the ground by the time Dean had finished his sentence, landing lightly in front of the house and stopping just inside the doorway. Clark was from such a small town that he was used to just walking into people's houses. Especially when he considered them a friend. “Dean!” Clark greeted the man warmly. The man of steel had never been as secretive about his identity as Bruce was and it caused most people to open up to him. “How have you been?” there was a smile on the man's face and it looked like he was here just for conversation. That was unfortunately misleading.

The man of steel's expression faltered a little. “Unfortunately, this isn't just a social call.” Clark got to the point, but never as quickly or as abruptly as Bruce did. Clark also didn't have the tendency to accidentally insult people. “We need your help. Wonder Woman has discovered that someone is rallying supernatural forces in an effort to take the earth by storm. No one else among us has the diplomatic ties you do. J'onn has tried to figure out if it is mind control or just general mob mentality but we are as of yet uncertain.” the man frowned, his blue eyes scanning across the room. “I'm sorry to bother you Dean, I truly am, but we need your help.”

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As the Man of Steel slowly landed in front of his screened porch the wolf-eyed man held the door open for him. "Clark, unalii, it's good to see you again. Please come in." he said, always pleased to see a friend. "Should I get you some coffee?" he asked, letting the door slap shut with a thunderous thunk. The wolf man firmly shaked his hand and slapped him on his back.

"I'm quite good. My daughter and her son are visiting so we may need to move this into the barn for privacy. The boy still does not know about what I do." The shapeshifter explained firmly. "He deserves to be a boy just a little longer. His mother wants me to wait until he graduates."

When Clark announced the visit one was one of business he just frowned and nodded. "My friend, when do we ever have the luxury of just talking?" Slowly he opened the creaky door to the home "Mary, I have something to take care of, something work related. Leave me a plate for dinner?" the man shouted into the house. After so many decades of being happily married the two had an understanding about such things. It hadn't always been easy, but the good things hardly ever were. It hadn't been without it's cost either, missed birthdays and anniversaries. School plays and parent teacher conferences lost in favor of saving the world.

As Superman explained the situation, Ghostdance slid open the door to his shed. Part of it looked like the average garden shed, filled with hoes, rakes, and other such tools, but on the other side were jars filled with things like goofah dust, salt, and iron coffin nails. Magical supplies of various kinds, some of the items kept in locked boxes with symbols carved all over it. Some books were kept high up on a shelf "Any idea who is behind this? What I should expect?" he asked as he closed the doors behind him. "Scuz' me Clark. Gotta change."

As the doors closed there came a shout of "Uwelugv!" and a flash of blue-ish white light. When the door opened there in his place was a tall intimidating dark blue wolf with silvery-white spots above his eyes at the tip of his tail. The man dressed in black slacks, a white buttoned shirt, a a grey vest, a black blazer, tie, and a fedora that left his eyes in shadow. A brown leather belt of pouches kept his pants secure At his side seemed to be a pistol of some kind.

Swinging his leg over what seemed to be a military issued motorcycle he smiled, letting the engine rumble to life as he wheeled it out. "I'm ready when you are."

[Silv]

Clark had waved away the coffee when he was offered it. Had they time he would have easily obliged and the two could have sat on the porch and chatted like old friends well into the evening. The man of steel nodded in understanding that Dean wanted his Grandchild to stay innocent yet still. It was a good idea. Clark wasn't so sure how he felt about the idea of children fighting crime, or even doing what Dean did, which went far beyond simply fighting crime.

As the alien followed the wolf-man to his shed trying to make conversation as they crunched across the lawn. Clark's shoes scuffed slightly as Dean asked about what information they had. “Well we think that-” he stopped abruptly as Dean mentioned he was going to change and the doors shut in front of the alien's face. Clark winced at the shouting that came through from the other side and took a step back as the door opened and a Dean he was more familiar with appeared.

The man of steel smiled and with a nod kicked off into the air. It had to be some sort of magic that allowed his cape to billow like that even in little wind. “I'll catch you up while we're traveling,” Clark said gesturing for the wolf-man to start up his vehicle so that Superman could fly along besides him. Luckily the beam up station in this area wasn't terribly far or Clark might have to worry about causing accidents with his awesomeness.

He winced as the motor roared into gear. Humans were lucky they didn't have Clark's hearing or else they would all be half deaf from driving such noisy vehicles. As they started off on their journey Clark flew slightly above and to the side of Ghost Dance, certain that the wolf man would be able to hear him since they both had such good hearing. “Our information tells us that Faust is involved,” the caped wonder said as flew. “The monsters we've been fighting don't look...normal, Zatara and J'onn said it would be best to call you in.” a frown creased Clark's forehead. “Batman will be able to fill you in more when we get to the Watchtower,” he said as they twisted along the road towards the location of the beam up station. “I can't tell you too much where there might be eyes watching.”

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To Deans sensitive lupine ears the motorcycles purr was like a song. A rumbling thank you of hours of hard work he put into it after picking it up at a army surplus store. He had to replace some parts over the years but it served him well. He didn't have the speed of The Flash, nor could he fly in the air like his friend Clark. He made do with what he had, a perfectly good pair of hands, a few spare bucks, and time. And it had paid off more than once. He could move fast, but it still didn't match the speed of a motorcycle.

"Faust?" the man said, shouting a little bit as the wind whipped through his fur, making it ripple like a field of midnight blue wheat "I can't say I'm surprised, my friend. That man has never been anything but trouble for both sides. Not everyone likes the idea of humans with power, nor do they like like when you mess with the flow of nature. Bringing back the dead is not something one should take lightly. These people have long memories. If need be, there is an army willing to fight back with the right motivation. The trick would be getting them to stop."

Ghostdance went over a mental list of what he brought with him, hoping he packed well. Salt, chalk, and cold iron knuckle dusters sat securely on his belt. In another belt pouch sat a ceder root that grew into a slight spiral. A handle was carved at one end, an eagle feather fastened securely at the end. And if need be he had a secret weapon holstered at his hip.

Taking a turn on a unlabeled dirt road, there laid a unaddressed log cabin. There wasn't really anything special from the outside to the casual observer. It appeared to be some abandoned moonshine operation from the prohibition. Not an uncommon site in the mountains. On the inside however, there laid an entirely different story. The z-tubes were not without protection, the security system mechanically demanded his identity. Wordlessly he gave his identification to the machine who replied in a pleasant but soulless voice "Recognize, ID: Ghostdance".

"Yeah, yeah, beam me up Scotty." the wolf grunted, straightening his tie as the light transported him.

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“We'll do what we have to,” Clark replied grimly as he flew alongside the motorcycle. It was what they always did.

The cabin was squat and unassuming. Were it not for Superman's famous X-ray vision he might not have even recalled that this was the place they were headed towards. He slowed to a stop besides the motorbike, waiting until Ghostdance was through before entering himself. The process was effortlessly quick, but it also helped that Clark had some of the highest security clearances.

“Recognize ID: Superman”

And suddenly there was lightness (then redness ;D) then darkness and the Man of Steel was standing besides Dean again. “I'll let the others know you're here,” the world's favorite boy scout said as he wandered over to a nearby computer console and hit a few of the buttons. “Batman,” he said into the device. “Ghostdance has arrived. Gather the others.” And with the release of the button the not-a-bird-nor-plane turned his bright blue eyes back on the wolf-man. “You want some coffee before we start the meeting?” he asked pleasantly, always the hospitable one, gesturing with a hand that Dean should follow him as they walked through the watchtower.

“I'm sure the meeting is going to be unnecessarily long,” the alien confided as they walked. “J'onn has suspected that Faust is involved, and some of Hal's scouting has confirmed his suspicions. Buuuut-” it was a long and suffering sigh of a word, “you know how Batman is.” there was a tweak at the corner of the alien's mouth. Bruce would always be one of Clark's very best friends (even if Bruce didn't agree with such a statement) but that didn't mean he didn't see the faults in the people closest to him.

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Sahoni, take us to the meeting room. You can decide if you want coffee or not and make Clark get Dean some. Make sure we're in the meeting room by the end of your post so that we can hop along fast.^^

Rest of you Jlers! Join the partay! =D You guys will all be meeting. So, get to that meeting! And then let's try to get through it quickly so we can get to the smashing bad guys part.

Man, lookit me givin' orders 'n crap. I feel important.

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"So, Ghostdance was able to make it to the party?" a sultry voice mused from the entrance to the meeting hall, as a slim, blonde bombshell casually leaned against the door frame with her petite, leather glove clad hands on her flaring hips. Her long legs were bare save for the fishnets that ran down from the bottom of her tight, black leather leotard-bustier combo and into the tops of her calf-length black leather boots.

Her bright blue eyes glistened from behind long, thick lashes as a playful smirk fell on her ruby stained lips. Dinah Lance lifted a hand to brush back a gleaming blonde curl from her face, pushing off of the wall and folded her arms over her buxom chest, heeled boots clicking against the floor as she moved towards Superman and Ghostdance, looking up at them through half-lidded blue eyes.

"How have you been, wolfman?" she purred, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It has been too long, old man," she added, reaching out and placed a hand on the blue-wolf's shoulder and her attention was directed towards Clark. "Does the Bat need any help getting everyone wound up? I have been avoiding doing anything exciting so that I miss it during this meeting. I know how Bruce can drone on and on for hours," Dinah laughed softly, a rich, warm chuckle that made the skin around her eyes crinkle.

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Ghostdance pulled up the knot of his tie up to his neck, making sure he did his very best to look presentable. Well as presentable as one could look as a clawed and fanged wolf. The suit certainly helped, suits were always classy. Taking off his hat the wolf man stepped up and to the side, waiting for Clark. His claws clicked rhythmically on the metal floors of the satellite.

"Some joe would be great son." the wolf man says with a soft nod. Instinctively he reached down in his pocket for his cigarettes before realizing this was probably not the best idea in a floating capsule of oxygen. "I hate space." he grumbled, his fur ruffling as he shoved a hand in his pockets to keep them busy, all the while wishing for that cigarette as he fiddled with his hat with the other.

The wolf grunted as he stared into the starry vacuum of space. His power was tied to the earth itself. It felt weird to be off of it like this. He was a part of nature, a part spirit creature. Alternate dimensions sometimes gave him the same sense of not belonging. It was unsettling. A couple of times he had been completely cut off. It was not an experience he wanted to deal with again if he had the option.

Suddenly he perked his ears at the recognition of a familiar voice. "You know me Birdie. I never could resist the company of a lovely young woman like yourself. Just don't let my wife know." he said with a small fangy smile. "But truth be told I have been better. I wish this didn't happen while my Grandson was visiting." he said with a casual shrug.

"Batman is smart. The most important tool a soldier can have is intelligence and he understands that." the old man spoke, taking a deep breath and trying to shake off his need for nicotine. "I can deal with boring if it saves my life."

Coffee in hand Ghostdance made his way to the meeting room, greeted by familiar faces. With a bit of a nod of polite recognition he sat down.

[Aly]

Wonder Woman sat at the round table, turned in her chair so that she was looking out over the world. Literally, in this case. The Justice League headquarters was in orbit around the planet, and the meeting room was made of glass and faced the earth. The Amazon crossed her legs, sitting straight in her chair. They were all awaiting Superman to return with Ghostdance, who supposedly could help them all with their dilemma.

She had found out that someone was rallying forces to take over the earth, and Ghostdance was probably their only hope at dealing with this peacefully. The old wolf-man had great charisma, not to mention his diplomatic ties. That was why she had suggested him in the first place. They needed to deal with this peacefully instead of fighting fire with fire. All that ever came from that was more destruction.

At last, she saw the man's blue figure in the reflection in the glass and turned around. With a wide smile, Wonder Woman nodded to him. "Ghostdance. Thank you for joining us. We have a lot to discuss."

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"Tell me where Rupert hid the drugs. Unless you don't mind getting a face full of concrete." Bats can hear the voice from the man of steal on his telecom and knew exactly what he meant and squinted his eyes. "It sounds like you're lucky tonight...but i'll be back, just keep my question in mind until we meet again because i assure you hell if you don't talk.. Bat's let go of the henchman and deployed his bat grappling gun to disappear into the night.

-In the batcave- Bats gets the word to gather everyone and sends video messages to them but getting started on the research from wonder womans findings, he tried his best to determine the level of danger and scenarios that might unfold before he be rash about any leads he think he may be helpful.

Bats reply on the telecom- "No one do anything just yet, as bats squinting his eyes in seriousness, I'm on my way." Bat knew it'll be a long ride so he figured taking the hover craft would take less time to venture to the meeting destination. "Systems on..Time to get to the bottom of this.."

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Dinah chuckled at Ghostdance's words. "I won't say a word, GD," she replied smoothly, before watching him and the blue-clad boyscout move past her into the meeting room. She turned her head to glance down the hall. Where in the hell was Ollie? She sighed and turned on her heel, placing her hands on her rather shapely hips and moved down towards the training room. Perhaps he was in there, practicing throwing punches on the bags.

It was where he and she had first met, actually. It was funny because she had easily taken him out and won him over. Though he irritated her in the slightest, there was a strong attraction for the blonde buff man, one that Dinah could hardly hide. Pressing her palm against the scanner, the doors parted and she scanned the room. He was not hard to miss, with his thick muscles glistening with sweat as his large fists came slamming against the bags, leaving nice sized dents in them.

Dinah pursed her lips, but somehow she just couldn't cover up her smile with a sexy smirk. "Catch," grabbing a clean towel, the girl threw it towards Green Arrow and slinked her way towards him, hips swaying back and forth with her casual, swaying strides. "We have Ghostdance here... Bats is supposed to be showin' up soon, and we need to get the meeting started," she explained gently, tugging on her fingerless black glove, examining her nails nonchalantly.

[Kenni]

Whenever he saw her, he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Queen glanced to the left at the swish of the door, trying hard not to let his eyes linger on the, dare he think it, entrée entering his workout-space (if he had a sidekick, the lad would have LOVED that one!), as he quickly hid his smile behind a gruff frown.
Black Canary had a way of unnerving the Star City vigilante, in the way she could so easily take her eyes off of him. In fact, he might just say she had become the Star OF his city! His fondness for stupid jokes aside, Green Arrow's ego dictated that women weren't supposed to be able to do that. At least, Oliver Queen's did, at its core.

Right now, he was on official business with the League, though, and thus he let that frustration fall to the wayside, as his pumping muscles allowed his fists to follow suit.
Exhaling from his intense workout, and without looking back up after deftly catching the tossed towel and twirling it around on his pointer finger, he finally replied.

"Ghostdance? That old codger finally made it, eh. The wolf really does run quickly."
Arrow wiped his face and other sweat, then slung the towel around his neck as he rinsed his face in a sink, going behind a partition in the training hall to change back into his uniform.

"Wayne is Wayne-late. Doesn't he know I'm a busy man?" grunted the arrow-slinger, not meaning for it to sound conceited. He had a lot of preparations to make this week; he had had his eye for months on a particular young man of the Tahini tribe, who had been garnering interest for an upcoming archery contest being hosted on the lad's preservation. Besides that, there were rumours of an illegal drug trade going down right under the preservation local's noses that he had to investigate. It was a busy time for all the Leaguers, so he tried to dispel his frustration with cocky commentary instead of broadcasting it.

Treating her with the same level of aloofness as she was sending his direction, Green Arrow tugged forward on his cap, flourished, and ended the gesture with his palm facing the direction of the doorway, but also open to her hand, should she choose to accept his.
"Well, let's get this over with. I've got things to do."

He set off down the hallway with-or-without Canary in tow, and took his seat at the large meeting table, folding his hands behind his head, and flashing the others a quick curt smile as he met each of their eyes in turn, each smile culminating in a more annoyed frown than the last.

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A bemused grin spread across Dinah's face. "Oh you know how the Bats is. He thinks everything is run his way or the highway. It's perfectly acceptable for him to be late, but as for us... well I would rather stay on his good side than any side," the sultry blonde bombshell mused, watching as Queen dabbed his face with the towel and draped it over his neck. He was something, was he not? When he moved behind the partition, the young woman mentally slapped herself at suddenly wanting to see behind that flimsy barrier to see those muscles still slick with sweat glisten as green nylon was pulled over it. Wrinkling her nose at her perverted thoughts, the woman quickly cleared her throat and looked away.

She could feel her cheeks burning.

When he moved out from behind the partition, blue eyes glanced him up and down, taking in the way the tight green suit formed to his muscular arms and defined them even further. Her eyebrow quirked as he flourished his hat and extended his arm -- and hand-- out towards the door.

Dinah suddenly was at war in her head. Her heart told her, "Dinah, take his hand you stupid girl!"[/i] while her mind waged back with negative thoughts about his rather aloof nature and his flirty, love-hate mind games. Then again, she was guilty of them too, was she not? She often played those silly cards to stick it to Ollie's rather. large ego. He was known to have the girls gush at his bulging biceps, but Canary knew better. If she allowed herself to do that, then she wouldn't be playing hard to get. She always played hard to get, mostly because she was. Canary was one of the prettier women in the Justice League, and also one of the more deadly. Few rivaled against her out of pure fear, the others out of respect. It was an unspoken rule that no one were to be overly flirty with Canary, simply because she broke hearts just as much as she broke skulls... but, that was mostly gossip.

This man though... perhaps he deserved something as simple as holding her hand. Gently, she took his hand with her own and allowed herself to be escorted back to the room. As soon as they reached the doors, she released her hand from his (so the other's wouldn't see) and laced her fingers together behind her head, following him en suite to the conference table, quietly taking a seat beside him, though she swiveled her chair to where he was only partially visible over her right shoulder.[/size]

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Batman narrowed his eyes from behind the dark cowl as he stood waiting like a towering shadow against the spacey sleek white of the Watchtower. His eyes lingered on them only mere seconds. He knew all he needed to know from the way their fingers touched and how they slowly and reluctantly drifted apart. Lovebirds. They might as well have advertised it in the same flashing neon you could find plastered onto the front of some seedy bar in the bad part of Gotham.

"Good to see you've decided to join us." Batman growled, letting a vanilla folder fall flat , a seeming improbably thud speaking for him. The funny thing about Batman, was he almost never needed to raise his voice. He commanded what most people barely received with shouts with a few word and simple posture

"As you may know, we are at the brink of war." He continued. "Or at least someone is aiming for it." he rumbled confidently, displaying his evidence on a monitor. "Someone not Felix Faust." The figure lit up on the screen was indeed not the infamous wizard but someone thin, gaunt, and spindly. Someone with a way too wide smile on his face and sunken in eyes. "This man is our culprit. Officially he seems not to exist. But the word on the streets is that he's gathering an army."

It was here that Ghostdance decided to speak up. "That's because this guy is not human. " giving a small grunt he continued. "I can't be sure though. My eyes don't work on photos and film, but I'm reasonably sure the man in question is using a glamour to disguise himself and an old friend of mine." The way Ghostdance spoke friend assured everyone around the table that this man was no amicable acquaintance.

Batman narrowed his eyes in a silent urge for the older man to go on. Contrary to popular theory, the worlds greatest detective did not know everything. And while he did know a great deal, he also knew who to ask and how to listen. It had been his idea to even call the old wolf here.

The old wolf put on a grim face and cleared his throat before continuing. "If I'm correct, then I apologize. It's my fault I even let it get this far. I'm not the young man I use to be. But this man is no man at all, but a fae cast from the faerie courts and banished to our world. He is neither Seelie or Unseelie. He goes by the name Ernte and he feeds on fear itself." he said grimly. "Usually a young man and a woman in a pair in October. But if he is starting a war..." The wolfs eyes glazed over a bit, remembering the many wars he had fought in.

"He's stirring up the fear and chaos that comes with it." Batman finished, his part of the puzzle coming together now. "But why?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else. "If he has to feed in October. Something says this is not just for him to gorge."

"Because he's not. All of these beings I talk to may have power, but it comes at a price. Freewill. It's something humans have in spades. It's what makes them special. While he can feed when he chooses, he has to October. But stirring up something like this is more trouble than it's worth. It draws attention." The old man said, lacing his clawed fingers together patiently as he thought.

"Exactly, that leaves the question of what exactly does he want. He's using that fear for something" Batman said, taking the conversation for himself once more. "I have tracked him to the abandoned Joyful Orchard amusement park. The facility seems to be heavily guarded. Mostly by kids." he said in a tone of disgust, showing a slide showing kids ranging from 13 to about 24 in a rusted park. Everything about the park itself seemed overgrown, rotting, or both.

Ghostdance wrinkled his muzzle and showed his sharp teeth. Children were a favorite thing for a lot preternatural beings, it didn't make it any easier to see.


OOC: I AM TIRED OKAY?!

[Kenni]

Green Arrow:

Wayne’s first words were directed at him and Black Canary.

Ollie stifled his startled spasm at the voice, and turned it into a straightening of his back in the seat to play it off.

How long had he been lurking in the shadows, again?
The last he’d heard, Bruce had still been finishing up a job on his way to the Watchtower when Dinah had come to get him.

“Sure, he takes his sweet time coming and we early-birds get the word.” muttered Ollie at growling Bat’s greeting-reprimand, mimicking Batman’s mannerisms as he narrowed his eyes domino mask in a mockingly tight-squint.

He made sure the childish copycat was visible from Dinah’s viewpoint should she glance over her shoulder in his direction, before settling his folded fingers from behind his head to against his nose, elbows propped upon the table, and listening seriously to the mission briefing, finally underway. He could vie for Ms. Lance's attentions when they were closer to saving the world.

”So Faerieboy’s a fear-monger. How’s he able to do that? Can we shield people from his influence somehow until we’ve dealt with him?”
When Ghostdance contributed to the briefing with his possible suspect idea, Arrow wondered about his past with this ‘old friend’, but kept to the immediate, relevant questions; keeping the populace safe, and taking out the threat efficiently and quickly.

“We’re gonna go play tag with a buncha teenagers? Oh Joy. I hit the gym today already, but you can never get too much exercise. Alright, let’s get a move on.” said the archer impatiently, checking over his equipment and itching to get to his feet. However, Ollie would wait for Black and Blue, the mission-experts, to wrap up any more speeches and orders, as well as the rest of the crew to chip in their two cents, then take whichever path he felt like.