03/30/2024 08:26 PM  Righteous Lad™ Comic-verse #2 Righteous Lad Comic-verse #2[ Some time later… ] After spending some time aimlessly flying around, Konnence finally descends to touch down and carry the soles of his greenish-cyan boots along the pavement of the fairly bustling district of New York City's famous Times Square - the biggest tourist attraction this side of the USA - and proceeds to make his way over to a nearby bench to turn and flop down onto. Beside himself, he places his bag holding the only possessions he was able to keep hold of, which is mostly full of clothing. "H'aaaah man… last time it was the Justice League movie and now I'm in the Marvel Comic Universe?" He murmurs the question to no one but himself before leaning back in his seat and hooking his arms over the back support of the metal bench. With his head tilting back, his neon jade eyes gaze pitifully up at the big blue sky above. "Not that it's not a cool thing to happen, but I really wanted to take care of some things. My dad's probably going to think I'm running away, too. Maybe… Would he realize that I got caught up in samaritan stuff?" Konnence ponders further upon his situation, oblivious to how many passing eyes he's drawing to himself with his dark charcoal and vibrant green 'hero suit' standing out like a sore thumb in public.  Soon enough within his thinking, he blinks as a realization dawns upon him. His eyes widen as his posture shoots forward into a hunching position where his hands find his knees.   “Wait a minute… I'm in the Marvel Comic Universe.” He repeats to himself with newfound optimism. “I'm in the Freakin’ Marvel Comic Universe!” He shouts those repeating words as he jumps up out of his seat while simultaneously snatching up his bag. He begins walking forward with hustling steps while musing to himself. So dismissive of a world he thinks is sheer fiction as he muses to himself like a madman who just had an epiphany, that he continues to fail to notice the occasional looks he's getting. “I can do ANYTHING here. I can ask for Doctor Strange's help, go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicraft, hang out with the X-Men, lend a hand to Spider-Man, shake Captain America's hand…” He begins listing off the possibilities available to him, and with each passing idea, his priority keeps wandering further from simply finding a means to get back to his own world. “Dude, I could even fight THANOS!!!” He exclaims with a child-like big,  toothy smile on his face as he clenches his free hand into a tight fist at the thought of getting into a slug fest with the wicked Titan. “THIS IS GONNA BE SO SICK!”   THMP.   “G'UUH!?”   “Woah there, little fellow.” Without warning, he collides into a smaller figure who's running without paying mind to what's ahead of them.    “Apologies, stranger. I was just–... Just…” And there the two get a good look at one another, resulting in the kid trailing off with his thoughts. Konnence's expression is just as dumbfounded as the boy's upon really taking in the peculiar details of the kid's attire. Green eyes meet another pair of green eyes.    “You're… Loki. Right?... When did you… No. Sorry, that's just a costume, right? Are you lost?” The taller of the two asks as he tries to make sense of things.   “No, you were spot on before, my strange friend. And… I too feel as though I know you somehow.” Loki answers, now squinting his eyes as he studies the taller male's presence. Soon, that squint becomes a soft frown of confusion. “...Hela?” He utters within a near whisper. The answer is obviously incorrect, but it's still enough to send a chill down Konnence's spine.   “N-no. No! I'm her–... I mean…I know of her.” Konnence quickly corrects himself in the midst of answering, averting his eyes as he does. Technically he wasn't lying. His biological mother's name is Hel, but being a reader of comics, he's aware that Hela is an iteration of her. Even so, he wonders how Loki was able to make that connection so easily.   “Ah… I see. How downright peculiar.” Loki muses out loud, crossing his arms as he tilts his head to a side. “I'm certain that I know you somehow, yet such memories elude me. There's just something about the air around you.” The God-turned-child adds.   “THERE you are.” A female’s voice cuts into their conversation and draws their attention. The two turn their heads to see–   “Ah, Ms. America. I thought I might have given you the slip… A shame I didn't.” Loki comments with a mild look of annoyance on his face.   “Yeah, a real damn shame, chico.” She concurs with a glare while cracking her knuckles as if preparing to lay down a long overdue beating. In reaction, the child of a God moves to take partial cover behind Konnence. Something the angry powerhouse of a young woman takes notice of and shifts her eyes toward the taller male. “Huh… Don't know who you are, but I have a hunch it ain't just a total coincidence that you two look like you could be siblings and that the gremlin's choosing to hide behind ya. You stepping aside or sharing a beating with that little twerp?” She asks while arching a brow.   “Woah, woah, woah… Easy, easy. I don't fight females… Maybe we can just talk this out instead?” Konnence offers as he extends an arm to block off access to Loki.   “A violent maiden this one is… Thinks with her temper, not her head. I'd reconsider your stance on hitting women if I were you. That may be a visage of a lady, but she hits like a meteor.” Loki advises calmly.   “Ehh. Sorry, but it's a code I can't break for any reason.” Konnence informs with an awkward smile.   “...Are you mad? Absolutely foolish. You're either an imbecile of the highest degree or the embodiment of chivalry itself, and neither will do you any good in this lifetime.” Loki remarks with a disapproving shake of his head.    “Fine by me. Makes this all the more easier.” Miss America comments as she bawls her hands into fists and prepares to lunge in with a swing. However, the roaring sound of a massive explosion going off disrupts the whole moment and even the civilians going about their day.  B O O O O O O M ! The ground shakes for a moment as the top of the dome-shape explosion in the far, far distance can be seen over the tall buildings. “What the hell just happened…?” America questions while looking toward the bright yellow light.   “I don't know, but it doesn't sound good…” Konnence comments.   “Mortals supplying the methods to their own demise again, I reckon.” template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

03/30/2024 08:23 PM  Righteous Lad™ Comic-verse #1 Righteous Lad Comic-verse #17:30pm After being away for a whole year, Konnence finally makes his way back to the one home he's always felt was his absolute sanctuary. Though, after such drastic events and changes in his life, it appears more like a haunting shell holding the better days he's seen. Without his key on hand, he decides to enter by way of casually leap onto the tongue of the roof and entering through one of the second floor windows - particularly the one that leads inside his old bedroom. As he ducks and steps onto his bed inside, he notes the room is dingy, but brightened only because the sunlight shining its way inside. Instinctively, he moves toward the door and flips the light switch. Nothing.  "...I guess it would be silly to pay a bill for a home you don't live in anymore." He comments, thinking on how the man that adopted him since when he was a mere baby must be handling the tragedies that's taken place over the last three years.   Konnence sighs and momentarily heads downstairs, eventually returning with nearly a dozen small candles in his cradling arms. He sets them up all around the room and when he's done, he goes to them one by one touching each with his right point finger and giving life to Niflheim flames that burn with a gentle greenish-cyan radiance. When that's done, he retrieves a gym bag from his closet and begins gathering clothing to pack inside. Soon, he finally pays enough mind to the interior space and notices familiar boxes on the shelf above his hanging clothes. Carefully, he pulls down two of those rectangle boxes and proceeds to take a seat on his bed while setting the boxes beside him. He opens one of them and inside is a neat line of comic books held in individual sheaths of plastic of their own. He pulls out one at random and finds himself laying eyes on Rebirth Justice League, issue #1.  "Man… I didn't get to read this yet. I was already kinda' behind, but I bet I'm waaaay out of the loop by this point. Barely feels like it's been three years since the day I died." Konnence comments and goes on to pull the comic out of its plastic. Meanwhile, he's oblivious to someone - to a calculated something observing him from outside. It's none other than Malware.    "Ehh. I should probably finish reading these later. It's not like I can get comfortable and start living here again." The young man reasons with himself and puts the comic away properly. He leaves the boxes on the mattress and resumes to retrieve more clothes to take back with him. A deed that doesn't take much longer at all. Just as he zips the bag shut and grabs it by a handle strap, an intrusive noise draws his attention from behind. Standing and turning, he comes face to face with his oldest rival. A slight frown takes form upon Konnence's face. "...I guess I shouldn't be surprised you found this place, but there's no way you could have known I was here suddenly. What do you even want?"   "No way? Come now, I am a connoisseur in tech and technical evolution. I planted hidden motion sensors and cameras here. I was expecting that peculiar man to return, but I found myself surprised with the visual of you." Malware informs, then proceeds to turn his back on the hero. Simply to examine Konnence's collection of comics on the bed. "As for what I want… Well, that still remains the same as it's always been. Your demise."   "Well, that window of opportunity has passed. I've become twice as strong than I was before. And be careful with those… I still haven't gotten around to finishing reading through them." Konnence responds.   "I'm very willing to take your word for that claim. Admittedly, I've made no true progress in finding a way to significantly hinder you. As it's as if adrenaline and willpower gives you an edge that I cannot provide counter measures for. My only logical solution is to quadruple my efforts." Malware explains, now plucking the same Justice League comic out of its plastic to give it a read through. "And you needn't worry one little bit about me damaging your books. Quite frankly, I think they're highly valuable and full of boundless possibilities." The android adds.   "Yeeeeeaah… as cool as your power is to bring fictional characters and objects to literal li–" Konnence tries to convey a thought.   "What say we both expand our horizon, young Luthur?" Malware chimes in with a rhetorical question that takes the young man by surprise. Then, he makes use of that pause and hesitation. He shuts the book and casually tosses it atop of the open box. He turns his body sideways and stares at the hero, pointing a finger that's accumulating a radiant energy source at the boxes. Just as Konnence comes back to his senses and is about to make a move of his own, it's too late.   SSSKRRROOOOOSH!   With the abundance of source material as a target, Malware fires his portal projector and opens a swirling white rift into the 'fictional' world and immediately enters. Konnence isn't so willing, but a sudden powerful vacuum begins pulling at his body with a magnetic-like force equivalent to a blackhole. Everything in front of that rift that isn't nailed down gets sucked inside, candles, dresser, mirror, study desk, clothes, other long boxes of comics, and even dust.  However, the descendant of divine lineage hailing from Mount Olympus and Asgard, fights against such an imposing pull. With gritting teeth and clenching fists, Konnence turns and begins gradually making distance between himself and the rift. Marching with firm steps as he makes his way toward the exit door.  "You… GOT… to be kiddin'.. Meeeee!" Konnece utters behind snarling lips as he extends his free hand out for the door knob. Before he can make contact with it however, all too familiar metallic tendrils protrude from the rift and coil around his body to pull him in by the waist, arms, and legs into that portal. "This is so NOT RIGHTEOOOOUS!!!" His exclaiming echoes throughout the house just as he and that hole in thin air vanish without a trace. Silence and darkness reclaims the former Luthur Household.    “OH CRAP!!” Thrown back outside and into sudden broad daylight of the open sky, Konnence finds himself soaring and flipping involuntarily through the air. Under the radiance of the sun, he regains his ability of flight and instinctively brings his body to a floating halt.   "WOAH, LOOK OUT!!"   "AA-HOOOF!!?" A voice shouts from nearby and a hard collision that causes them to tumble through the air for a moment follows. Once they recover and get a look at each other while holding one another, Konnence's eyes go wide in disbelief when he sees who it is that hit him. "Rogue!?"   "The one n' only, fella. Where'd a boy like you fall from, though? Is it rainin’ men these days? Didn't even see ya headin' my way."    "S-sorry… I.. I'll be more careful next time, ma'am. Or try to… It wasn't by choice, honestly."    "That's all I could ask of ya, sugah. Now, I gotta’ get a move on, so I'll have ta’ make this a hit n’ run. But ya be careful, ya hear?” She responds and departs to continue on her way. “You take care now, ya hear?" And with that, the X-Men member waves him goodbye and carries on with her flight.   "Wow… she's actually prettier in person… And THAT'S what her voice sounds like? Kinda' interesting." Konnence comments to himself as he waves her off in turn.   "Good. Find as many incentives as you need. Get comfortable before I bring discomfort upon you." Malware suddenly makes his presence known, floating to the side of the hero at a fair distance.   "What do you think you're doing? Why bring me here?"   "Isolation. I want no disturbances on my campaign to terminate you. I also want you to drink in the predicament that I've placed you in.  That this time, I'm not leaving until I find a way to rid you from the plaine of the living. That you're never leaving this place. EVER." The android answers.   "So, what? You're going to just keep throwing ideas  at the wall until something sticks? We're going to continue this tiresome dance until the end of time? Because you're NEVER beating me." Konnence rebuttals.   "This will be a new series of trial and error. There are things and beings here that can actually hurt you significantly, if not outright kill you. We'll see how long you last." Malware concludes before retreating into a portal that abruptly appears behind him. It goes just as quickly as it came, leaving the stranded hero alone.   "Man… I just got back from Asgard, too. Now what?" template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

03/16/2024 08:05 PM  Righteous Lad™ Olympian Bloodline (Fin) Righteous Lad Finale [ Righteous Lad / Silver League HQ ]   Finally back home and ready to return to the swing of things after being away for six days, Righteous Lad waits at the public Samaritan Facility for his team. Though, he decides to help himself to some breakfast at the cafeteria while passing the time. Just as he's finishing building a tray with a couple of pancakes, scrambled eggs, a cup of yogurt, a toast of bread, and three sausage links - someone approaches him with news to share.    “Hey, Righteous Lad! Did you hear the A.D.A is coming here later today?” A cheery heroine asks with a tray of her own in hand.   “Hey, Glitter Pop. And no, I haven't. Been dealing with… family stuff. What's the occasion?” He asks the blonde while turning to head toward the nearest vacant seat, knowing she'd follow alongside him to continue the conversation. She does so without fail.   “I hear it's to promote and establish a sub-team for the new generation of samaritans! Like, working directly with them as interns or something like that.” She answers to the best of her knowledge. It's a response that makes Tyson arch a brow in confusion.   “What? Isn't that what the Silver League is supposed to be? And what about the guys above us and just below them? We're going to be cutting the line to be the new faces representing America?” Tyson asks before taking a bite out of his toast.   “Hmmm… That's a good question. But! Some of the guys in the Gem and Ruby ranks are kind of old. And they also already handle more intense stuff than we do here.” The blonde reasons before opening her 1 liter bottle of orange juice.   “Yeah, I guess they don't necessarily have to strive for anything more. But what's going to be the criteria, I wonder…? Popularity? Powers? Skill sets? Jobs done? Teams? Will it also make the people here even more divided and resentful toward one another?”   “You think they'll pick only the strongest samaritans?” Glitter pop asks.   “I don't know. I'd imagine they'd want replacements that are at least nearly as strong as their best. Acrobatics can only get a normal person so far, but who knows? I have no idea how they'll decide to make their choices.” Tyson answers.   “Guess we'll find out soon enough.”   ______________   [ Righteous Lad / 4 Hours Later Back At The Silver League HQ ]   “Greetings and salutations, samaritans fresh and seasoned!” The booming, fairly deep masculine voice that's as smooth as sweet cherry wine and belonging to none other than the greatest icon in America - Captain Righteous - carries across the massive gathering hall. It's a pretentious auditorium with walls of stainless white and both seats & carpet flooring of crimson red, and barely gets any use outside of special occasions that don't come often at all. It's built to hold a capacity of 40,000 people, but so many have shown up that the entrance doors have to be kept open so that those outside can see or at least hear what's being said. The isles are packed with heroes who are either sitting or leaning against something, while some of those who can fly spectate between 20 and 40 feet inside of the 60 feet tall room. The balcony above is just as packed. All of whom have come to listen to the strongest and most selfless official Samaritan in the 'business’. A man with a herculean physique underneath a snug and brilliant white suit with minor america-based colors and a vaguely familiar decal at the center of his chest. His beard thick, yet kempt. His brown hair is kept short and simple. Lastly, his skin is fair. “I know this is quite sudden and that you're all probably wondering what the American Deeds Association could possibly want to announce. Well, my friends and I are very aware they've been at this job for two decades, going on three now.” Captain Righteous begins, turning to gesture toward the other big name heroes behind him. Madam Ankh, a 5’10 tall woman with a toned physique adorn by light garbs and jewelry made up of a mixture of bits from her Egyptian & Central Africa heritage. Her skin holds a dark-ish tanned complexion, her eyes are pupiless and purely white with black eyeliner around her sockets, her wavy hair is a shade of midnight blue while also being long enough to reach her hamstrings. Her attire consists of black cloth & leather while any metal or jewelry share a brilliant shade of cyan.   Major - a veteran of the Winter War who has no powers whatsoever, but is a master in the arts of covert tactics, hand-to-hand judo, infiltration, and has access to military grade and beyond equipment. He stands at 6’2 feet tall, fair skin, and an attire that hides most of his distinct features. A military bowl helmet, a thin jacket with black and gray camouflage patterns all over it, a black turtleneck sweater underneath his open jacket, combat gloves on his hands, a utility belt with various pouches on it, black cargo pants that tuck neatly into a pair of shin-high black combat boots. Of course, there's also the goggles he wears on his face.   And then there's finally Lieutenant Outpace, or simply Outpace for short. Another veteran of the Winter War, though he hails from Scotland. His skin is the fairest on the stage. Thanks to the visor of his pilot helmet being up, it's possible to see that his eyes are of a radiant gold color. His mustache-less beard is ginger red, and his physique is lean yet built athletically while standing at a height of 6’0 feet tall. His attire is red and white, as well as made up of form fitting leather and very light armor plating.   “And we know it's only a matter of time until some of us will need to or want to step down. Not just us, but contenders who also had the potential to fill our boots. And it would be a shame not to handpick successors to fill in the void and be the new reliable faces of this great nation!” Captain Righteous continues. His words stir up a bit of low incoherent chatter throughout the room. “Of course… I do not believe that any who we decide to endorse will be the definitive people to take our spots. Even so, I cannot deny the strong pull our choices will have on the public at large. It's practically a guarantee with our backing. So, with that said, I'd like to inform you all that we'll be spectating the lot of you at random. Us and trusted associates within the government. We'll be sorting through members of the Silver League only, and narrowing down new potential contenders until we're ready to make our choices. It could be four members, could be less, could be more. It may begin tomorrow, tonight, next week, or next month. But what I can definitely assure you of is that we will be fair and not be biased toward reputation or amount of work done in the past.”  T H O O O M ! ! !  He concludes his explanation with immaculate timing! Nearly immediately when his last word passes, a ground shaking crackle of thunder strikes the city street nearby with enough force to knock countless of the Samaritans inside the building off their feet.    “What.. Was THAT?” Alexecute asks while clutching onto the armrests of her seat.   “Sounded like… Thunder? Is it raining?” Righteous Lad questions with an arching brow. Just right after, an abnormally strong wind begins blowing by and disturbing the peace even further. It's then and there that both Captain Righteous and Righteous Lad simultaneously decide to investigate the commotion. “I’m going to go see what's up…” / “I'll go see what's going on out there.” The two take off at the same time, though Tyson holds the lead. The pair of patriotic heroes rush within reasonable speed to navigate through the halls and rush out of the front door. They ascend upward 50 feet to get a good position to spot the trouble out and about, but not only does their search not take long at all but they discover it's not villains disrupting the quiet afternoon, but Deities. Divine beings who seem to be gathering from the sky and toward a bus stop as the focus point. Some on large spheres of winds, some on pegasus horses galloping on thin air, a few on fiery platforms made of nothing but burning flames, and lastly–   “What is going on…?” Tyson questions as he looks up in disbelief. Overhead he sees a ginormous tsunami wave that could easily wash away the city like a speck in the wind, creeping closer. Somehow, it stops short of invading the town's shores while casting a giant shadow. It holds in place while those atop of it begin descending upon large serpent-like bodies of water they ride like surfboards all the way down to solid ground, where the watery platforms disperse. They too join the crowd as the tsunami retreats back toward the ocean.    “They're Olympians…” Captain Righteous comments.   “Huh?” Tyson arches a brow and then looks toward the large group of deities. He notices their familiar garbs from back when he was at Mount Olympus just a day or so ago. “Oh, yeah. I think you're right.”   “But what are they doing here?” The elder of two inquires more so to himself than his younger associate. He flies forward and lowers to investigate the unusual gathering. Tyson of course follows right behind him. “Pardon me, may I ask what brings you all here?” The mature hero asks shortly after touching down. His question draws the attention of everyone present.   “Ah, the Agent of Olympus. Perfect timing! We could use a guide to help in exploring the world of mortals.” A blonde woman states with a smile. Her way of addressing the biggest Samaritan in America brings forth a soft and curious frown upon Tyson's face.   “Agent of Olympus?” The young man repeats while looking toward the taller male.   “Another time, Righteous Lad.” The hero in white murmurs toward the other in response. Then his attention shifts toward the Olympian tourists. “I wouldn't mind, but this is quite the sudden visit and show of people. Is there a festivity taking place soon? What's the occasion?” He attempts to pry details from the bunch.    “A puppet questioning his betters? We owe you no explanation, but if you must know, I'M here to see how much the realm of mortals has developed.” A male speaks up to answer for himself.   “I see. Forgive me, Thanatos. I meant no offense.” Captain Righteous assures calmly.   “Did your time among these beings inflate your ego, oh wise and strong puppet? Or perhaps, you have become possessive of this territory?” A woman's voice snidely chimes in.   “Of course not, lady Terpsichore. I would not even dream of assuming I could dictate where any of you may set foot.” Captain Righteous responds. During this, Tyson's scowl and suspicion begins fortifying. However, it's then that two people from the crowd of around 50 deities step forward to address Righteous Lad.   “Brother Konnence!” A female’s voice calls out to the hero in charcoal black and green. He looks over to see that it's Ligheonis, who's accompanied by his brother Orpheus. Both appear to be holding gold luggages   “You two are here, too?” Tyson questions.   “We FOUR. Asclepius and Apollonis are here, too. That aside, how have you been faring?” Orpheus questions with a smile.   “Pretty good. I'm just confused as to why a bunch of Gods just showed up out of the blue.” The hero responds as he crosses his arms.   “Weeeeeell… Your tales of America sounded very interesting. We may have caused things to escalate to this point when sharing your other stories with friends, who told their friends. By ‘'we’, I'm including you, by the way!” Ligheonis informs.   “You're kidding…” Tyson blinks with a mild look of shock on his face.   “No, she's not. It's very much true! I even wrote and performed a song of your adventures. It even got to a point where I defended your honor and credibility of your tales within heated debates. Word got around and curiosity among us grew.” Orpheus concurs.   “I was just there just a day or so ago, though. It spread THAT fast?” Tyson questions.   “Yes! Gods typically act upon their desires and wishes on a whim. Not only that, but some have extraordinary hearing and speed. It's not too surprising, truth be told.” Ligheonis reasons.   “Jeeze, I just wanted to have a good time and forget about the drama. I didn't think telling stories at a bar would lead to this.” Tyson murmurs before sighing softly. “So… do you guys need a place to stay? There's not a lot of room at my parents’ house, but I can pay for a hotel room or two for you guys.” He goes on to offer afterwards.   “No need. Asclepius has taken it upon himself to go study the architecture of this city and find us a plot of land to build a suitable home on.” Orpheus responds.   “But we did intend to eventually visit.” Ligheonis adds.   “Ah, I see. So like, are you guys are staying staying? You know, moving in to live in the city?” Tyson asks.   “That's right. I don't know how long it'll be for, but I suspect it to be longer than seven sun cycles.” Orpheus answers.    “Alright, alright. I just arranged for a tour bus to arrive at this location. If you all would be so willing, I'll gladly give you informative guidance around the city and how society conducts itself here. I politely ask that you patiently wait until the vehicle arrives. Once it does, we'll be on our way as soon as possible.” Captain Righteous announces to the group. template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/09/2024 10:36 PM  REizabella Bhaethoven Eizabella Bhaethoven #1 “By the great ongoing scientific endeavor that fuels the evolution of mankind… Let. There. Be. LIFE!” With her celebratory declaration given, the mad-child slams down the lever she has her gloved hand around. Her face holding an expression of wicked glee as her laboratory is promptly bestowed with the presence of electricity coursing through wires and its aggressive light - a source of power that comes from the indoor generator nearby within the room and shocks the lifeless amalgamation of a sown-together corpse without mercy. The body twitches involuntarily and its limbs kick, reach, and quiver the entire time - a sight that somehow helps that little scientist's wide smirk grow even more eerie. “Hold together and arise… I've given you all that you need. Let that still heart rest not a second more!” She exclaims as adrenaline pumps through her veins. Quick in her steps, the young girl moves to retrieve a tool - a defibrillator machine she's made adjustments to - rolling it along behind her by the stand-on-wheels it's on as she moves to step up onto the mini stepping-ladder beside the steel slate serving as a bed for her latest experiment. Before anything else, she swipes up the thick shade-goggles hanging from the stand and slips them on securely. Then she grabs the pair of wired tools and grinds the bottom of both against one another to create friction that sparks aggressive sparks of electricity. “LIVE, YOU MAGNIFICENT SPECIMEN!” She shouts just before she slams the devices down onto the body's torso and increases its energy intake by tenfold. What comes about is a lethal output of electricity that lashes out like a living lightning storm. Crackles of energy-bolts zap various areas of the lab. One blowing a hole through a portrait of her father, others leaving scorch marks on the walls on the far right side of the room, while some pierces through the left side walls and out into the open space of the manor's second floor. It's blinding and inevitably grows to consume. Her rubber gloves barely manage to protect her as the flow of energy goes haywire. “Guh! G-G-G-G-G-G–!?...” The shock session envelopes her soon, twisting and twitching the muscles in her face into absurd expressions, which her stubbornness and refusal to retreat to a safe distance brings upon her. Suddenly, an explosive force goes off.   “AAUGHKK! ” – TOOOOM!!! The ambitious child is sent soaring like a human baseball, violently crashing into the steel door that obscures the interior of the lab with enough momentum to knock it out of place and cause it to go soaring over the banister of the floor her lab is on, leading to her landing on top of it with a metallic 'thud’ on the steps below. “U-u-uuugh…” The girl grimaces, squinting behind her goggles as she awaits for the sense of dizziness and pulsing pain to pain to pass. Such a series of events would've killed any normal individual, adults being no exception, this child is glaringly different from the average person. She's no Power Inheritor or Experiment, but instead she was born blessed by the Greek God of War - ARES. Simultaneously rising to sit up while removing the goggles off her head, she groans. Blinking as her unnatural and ominous crimson red eyes regain their focus.    “Hhhhuuuuunnngh….” A groan of contempt makes itself heard from her lab and the girl's glaring eyes swiftly widen with wonder. Scurrying up to her feet, she hurries to run up the stairs while the door beneath her winds up noisily sliding down the steps. She makes it to the doorway of her lab and pauses in her tracks. What she sees begins to draw another toothy grin across her lips. A mixture of pride and glee bubbles up inside of her until she's at a point she can't help but to give into laughter. “Heh.. Heh-heheheheh.. AAAAH-HAA! HAA! HAA! YEEEEEEEES!!!” She practically growls up, lifting her forearms in a parallel fashion above her head as her fists tremble victoriously. “I've done it! …I! Ezibella Bhaethoven!! Have cracked the biological enigma of the living and given life to a dead husk!!” She announces to the heavens that lie above the roof of her extravagant home.   “That's lovely, sweetheart! Papa’s very proud of you!” A masculine voice shouts in turn from the first floor near the steps afterwards.   “Thank you, Pa - Pa!” She turns her head and responds to her father. Then, her focus shifts back to the Frankenstein of a being sitting up on the steel bed inside her lab. She begins approaching, folding her arms behind her back the moment she takes her first step. During, her creation stares at her with a mindless solemn stare. If it were not for his long kempt hair, surprisingly smooth and easy-on-the-eyes face, and his posh Victorian regal suit - that gaze would probably be far more unsettling. She comes to stop beside him and resume her staring. “Aren't YOU just a work of art…? grim and magnificent. You're like my very own life-sized Clauzerworth doll. Let's see how well you function, shall we? Stand.” The 11-year-old commands firmly. With a throat soft groan, the tall figure proceeds to remove himself from that platform and stand on his feet, facing her. “Good. Now raise your hands.” Ezibella orders. Without hesitation, her creation raises his hands in a surrendering-like fashion. “Now lower them.” That too he obeys and lowers his arms to idle at his sides again. “Raise your left hand only.” She follows up. There's a hesitation before he obliges. Or at least, he attempts to. The girl's smile quickly flatlines and her left brow twitches with annoyance as she frowns with contempt. “I said your LEFT hand, you dolt… Raise. Your. Left. Hand.” She repeats her command. This time he actually does so, but without lowering his right hand. Another display that aggravates Ezibella. “LOWER THE INCORRECT HAND!” She shouts with rage, startling the being enough to make his eyes widen. He tries to obey again, but winds up lowering his left hand instead of his right. So bothered… So angered by his struggle to follow simple commands, her glare intensifies into a deathly one. Her bright crimson pupils begin glowing within the dark gray pools that are her scleras. As if her rage is some sort of ominous force itself, the lights in the room begin to flicker as the two stare at one another. Each time it happens, her eyes remain visible by way of their eerie glow.    Luckily, there's an interruption. The alarm from the c*ck on her work table goes off and snatches her attention. Suddenly, the atmosphere returns back to normal. “Oh. My Magical Unicorn Adventures is about to air. Bah…” She forsakes the ordeal and turns her back to him while wearing a nonchalant look. “Sit.” She orders. Within seconds, she hears shuffling that leads her into believing he does as he's told this time. “You will wait here until I return. I'll assess your intellect further later after my show is done. I pray your comprehension capability doesn't lag behind that of a 5th grader.” She adds before taking her leave and flicking a switch to shut off the lights on her way out. She turns to head down part way of the corridor to her left and enters through a door. One leading into yet a personal room, but one with such a contrast in appearance. Instead of steel, tubes, and elaborate tools, the room is fluffy and pastel. From its pale pink carpeting flooring, to its cotton candy blue wall paint with white polka dots, to the pink child-sized recliner perfect for her size - much like the white mini sofa near it. What tops it all off are the two large cardboard stands and the dozens of small and comically big dolls of her favorite ponies from the franchise she adores immensely. The young genius goes on to grab two plush dolls and the TV remote before settling down onto the sofa facing the 72 inch screen embedded into the wall. She turns on the television and sits back, huddling with the dolls she has under both of her arms. “Oh, Happy Merry McCunicorn… What will you get up to today?”    —“We interrupt this broadcasting to implement a sudden change in schedule. Please hold a moment!” A feminine voice announces from the TV as a placeholder occupies the screen. Ezibella blinks.   “...Huh.” All of a sudden the screen transitions to the opening of an entirely different show.  “What the–?” The girl suddenly sits up within her seat and uses the remote to navigate the cable guide menus to check the schedule. All and ANY mention of the show she was looking forward to watching this afternoon is gone.    THWAAAACKSSSH!!    Suddenly, Ezibella throws the remote and somehow lodges it into the wall to her right. “...My day has been defiled. My mood, molested. My temper, boiled. My patience worn. My wrath WILL be satisfied… Mark. My. WooooooOOOrrrdsssszzzz…” template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

12/25/2023 04:27 PM  Righteous Lad™ vs Felix Faust (2/2) Righteous Lad Vs Felix Faust"I'll lore them away and see if I can do anything to stop them!" Righteous Lad shouts while on the move and the twin formidably tough statues trail behind. The barrage of bullets the cops unloaded onto the two didn't work and there's certainly no need to keep the danger near the not-so-resilient lot in Konnence's opinion.  They're fast despite being so heavy, but luckily just slower than Righteous Lad, enough to keep from cutting off the distance between them and the hero. However, the young man does eventually drift into a stop after traveling a little over three blocks away to an area devoid of civilians, and turns to face the restless clay-ninjas. He kicks off from where he is and lunges himself forward to deliver a right hook he was sure is going to knock one of their heads off.  T H A C K. His fist does make contact, but it doesn't do anything. Not even fracture a small area on its face. "What…? Ut–!?" He's taken by surprise, but he's still alert enough to weave his own head out of the way of an incoming stony fist, then counter attacks with a punch he pours twice as much power behind. It makes contact with the jaw region, but still NOTHING.  “Urgh!?” In contrast, HE definitely feels the thrusting kick to his stomach the second statue gives him, sending him flying eight feet. The moment his upper back meets the ground, he quickly maneuvers into rolling backwards and positioning himself within a single-handed push-up posture, where he kicks off from to charge the two down again.  { “I'll just stop pulling punches, then!” } Konnence thinks to himself before he hops from the ball of his feet to throw out a flying roundhouse kick with everything he's got.  K R O O O M ! His foot meets the head of one, but the sturdiness of the resilient statues promptly cuts the momentum of his attack, causing him to fumble back a few steps. “Man, you guys are really tough!” He comments while regaining his balance and tapping the toe of the foot that was used against the ground to shake off the bit of pain pulsing through it.   In the next instant they're on him again. He weaves out of the way of a punch from one and blocks the follow up kick from the other with the palm of his hand. His left forearm blocks a high kick aiming for his head and his right hand catches a kick going for the side of his waist. Then the two continue their dual pressure with one lunging at him with a jump axe kick, which Konnence lifts both of his forearms in a horizontal fashion to block, before the other spins while crouching to sweep the hero off his feet.  Yet again, the young man's back collapses onto the ground, and one statue wastes no time to capitalize with a downward straight punch.  Krrrnch! The blow only meets and leaves a crack in the solid ground thanks to Konnence reacting fast enough to partially roll his body on its side. “Haaaugh!” Turning his body back to the opposite direction, he puts all of his might behind a swiping punch to the statue’s head. All that manages to do on contact is slightly turn its head to the side. And that's before it retaliates by giving a swiping backhand punch that sends the hero rolling a few feet away in a daze. “Man, that… that got me–” THACK. A stomp to the back of his head, just as he was getting up, cuts his words short and sends him dropping flat on his stomach again. “Achk! Khk! Guh! Ooof! Aaaugh! “ The stone ninjas kicking and stomping Righteous Lad in swift succession, leading to the young man curling up in a defensive position to protect himself as best as he can. Every hit hurts just as much or fairly more than the last. The assault comes to an end with a powerful soccer kick that makes it to his stomach, sending him flying and bouncing off a building with a harsh impact strong enough to leave behind a large crack where his back struck.    Groaning where he lays, Konnence pushes him up to sit with his back against the face of the building behind him. Grimacing from the aching pain coursing through his limbs and torso.  “...I guess I have to tap into a little more strength, huh?” He murmurs the question under his panting breaths, watching as the statues close in on him via walking. It's then he shuts his eyes and thinks back to the lessons a reliable associate of his taught him, especially the teachings of Soul Essence - the concept of drawing from one's own inner potential. He envisions a sponge at the core of his body, swelling and soaking with water. He inhales and then exhales before he pictures a disembody force squeezing the liquid from that sponge, even if just a bit. In the next moment a thin and radiant green aura begins taking shape around his body, flowing around him like a body of water gently swaying under a moon. It's at that moment he opens his eyes again and the bottom of a foot comes rushing for his face. Rather casually, Righteous Lad reacts in time to catch that incoming foot within his hand, and block the second kick with his opposite forearm. This was the result of tapping into enough potential to multiply his capabilities by x1.5 and hurdle over the previous gap between him and them.   “Okay…” Konnence calmly begins, pausing only to spare a moment to shove the two away. He rises from his sitting position and stands, dusting himself off while doing so.  “Let's start round 2!” He enthusiastically demands with a new fire of motivation shining in his emerald colored eyes and just as he postures by cracking his knuckles within the palm of his hands one set after the other. The three charge forward for another clash, but this time Righteous Lad is even faster. He closes in until he's near enough to lunge one foot forward and throw out an upside-down jab that fractures pieces of stone from the statue's face on top of fully turning its head. “Yeah, THERE it is…” He comments, his lips spreading and curving into a cheeky grin. The second statue attempts to take a swing from the side, but his free hand raises in time to catch that fist with ease. He retaliates with a thrusting high kick to its face, sending it collapsing onto its back with a ground-quaking thud a few feet away.  “There's the satisfaction.” He concludes.   He rushes the one still stand while adopting a boxer's stance, fists tight & forearms up vertically in front of his face. A three hit combination striking the cheek, right pectoral region, and then a hook across the jaw all land with firm impacts and form cracks where they've hit. His stone adversary stumbles a step or two back, but does lunge in with a straight left - one Konnence sees coming with ease and leans his upper body to a side to avoid before quickly countering with a fierce left hook that breaks off a thick chunk of the statues mouth and chin. Quick to lay on the pressure, Righteous Lad makes a punching bag out of the statue in front of him and bombards it with explosive swift shots. Each hit resonates like a shotgun blast as the sound of crumpling stone fills his ears.  Just as he backs the statue up to the opposite sidewalk with his unrelenting pressure and is about to give the finishing blow, a stone hand suddenly grips at his shirt from the left flank. Quick to react, Konnence grips his left fist with his right hand and puts everything behind the jabbing elbow he connects with the chin of the statue behind him, beating out the punch that was on the verge of knocking at the back of his head. The force is enough to break its head from its shoulder and render it lifeless as it collapses onto the ground. When he turns his head to face the one in front of him again, he sees it closing in to deliver a punch. Instinctively, Konnence throws one out of his own. He's just quick enough to at least trade harsh blows with the remaining statue, breaking the sound barrier with their dual efforts. Righteous Lad knocks its head off as well and he watches it fall over onto its side.    “Hnnngh…” He groans softly, frowning a bit as he reaches to dab his fingers against his cheek, then examines them. Shiny liquid gold stains his digits. “Blood. I guess it opened a cut on my face.” He comments. It was true. It was rather small, but enough for his blood to trickle from the minor wound. “At least it's over now.”   Still, the question remains… What exactly did Felix Faust steal from that museum?    End. template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

12/25/2023 04:26 PM  Righteous Lad™ vs Felix Faust (1/2) Righteous Lad Vs Felix FaustThe gritty adventure back in Gotham City came and went, and now Konnence finds himself walking the streets of New York again. Though, this time he's venturing out and about in his 'old-fashion' style of hero wear, which amounts to the simple appearance of casually sporty civilian clothing; a black t-shirt, green sweat-wristbands, dark charcoal jeans, and a pair of emerald converse sneakers.  It's an attire far less impressive than his custom hero suit and leather jacket, but it's sufficient enough to go patrolling in. In fact, there's already trouble unfolding within earshot of his inhuman hearing. An alarm blaring nearby draws Konnence's attention and the young man doesn't hesitate to hustle toward the direction - running under a dark cold night. He suddenly takes a great leap forward to quickly cover more ground, given his ability of flight isn't available within the absence of the sun. His bound carries him two miles before he eventually lands with bending knees on the sidewalk across from a museum building, where the noise is coming from. Not wanting to possibly damage private property more than it likely has, Righteous Lad jumps onto the roof to locate an alternative entree point.   Inside, a figure stands before a broken display pedestal and a shattered ancient vase, holding within his hands a just-as-old tome that he unrolls like a scroll to read. The levitating torch beside him provides all the light he could need to see what's written on the worn paper. "Hmmmm…." The figure hums contemplatively as a grin takes shape upon his bearded lips. Just as he's about to conclude his business and be on his way, Righteous Lad arrives on the scene.   "Hey, what do you think you're doing here?" The hero questions as he stands within a nearby doorway, jade-green eyes gleaming within the blanket of shadows covering him. He managed to find a window that's been left open as a subtle means to get inside.   "Who goes there!?" The masculine voice questions when snapping his focus toward the other individual nearby. His hands going on to reroll the tome once more.   "...Felix Faust?" Konnence questions once he's given a clear view of the culprit's face.   "A name you won't be SHARING WITH ANYONE!!!" The occultist exclaims, promptly raising a hand that brings forth a magical sigil that discharges a violent burst of purple  lightning bolts. A set far too fast for the hero in his current state to react to instantly.   "GUUUUAAAAGH!?" Konnence yelps out in startling pain as he's struck at several points of his body, receiving an electrical shock before the aftermath sends him soaring with a push and tumbling upon a marble floor. "Aaaaugh…" He groans, grimacing as purple remnants of sparks buzz around his person and smoke flows from him.  More so keen on leaving than committing to a kill, Faust turns his back to the hero and begins walking away - intent on moving toward a clear area with plenty of space to conjure a portal. Just as the sorcerer places the scroll into the bag he's carrying on his person and moving his hands, there's an interruption.   "He shoots!" Rushing in within a sprint, Konnence throws the lower half of his body forward and baseball slides to trip the villain right off of his feet, leading to Faust collapsing on his back with a 'THUD' as Konnence goes on gliding a few feet away. "He scores!" The young man grins smugly, turning toward the other and into a pseudo push-up position.   "You insolent pest!" ZAP!! Faust shouts, swiftly sitting up to manifest a fireball spell at the young man. The latter simply rolls to his left and out of the projectile's way, letting it impact against a giant rusty bell in the distance.   "I know a little elemental magic myself!" Righteous Lad proclaims from a kneeling position. He slams his hands flat against the floor and immediately the surface begins freezing over. A path of ice takes shape and trails toward Felix Faust to freeze both the sorcerer's hands & feet to the ground. However, Faust just barely manages to avoid it by creating a large sigil underneath himself that acts as a flying platform that takes him high up. From there, the villain reclaims the offensive end and begins raining down lightning bolts. Not quite reacting, but preemptively moving to avoid the previous outcome, the hero manages to run fast enough around the room to keep from receiving another direct hit.   "Hold still, why don't you!?" Faust exclaims as his magic chips away at metal, wood, flooring, and even clay, but has yet to hit the swift young man.   "Sorry, but–" Konnence begins, pausing for a moment as he puts forth as much speed as he can within his limiting environment and runs a blocky pillar until he's nearly at its very top while bolts of lightning follow him up, then bends his knees, promptly lunging himself toward Felix. His left palm extends outward while his right fist draws back in preparation. "The last Time Really Hurt!" D H O O O O M! ! ! He takes a swing with a little under half of his capable effort but ALL of his amplifying momentum, delivering a powerful blow to the magical shielding Faust summons with both of his hands. With ease, Konnence shatters that barrier and sends the villain recoiling atop of that platform.    "GUAGH! Enough of this silly game…" Faust utters with contempt after recovering in time to avoid smacking into a nearby wall. He reaches into that bag at his hips and pulls out something. Two small clay figures that resemble ninjas. "These two ought to be enough to take care of you." He declares, tossing and allowing them to fall to the ground. Within a blink, those small figures suddenly grow to human size. The impact of their landing is so heavy, that they crater creators underneath them and send a quake throughout the building that nearly trips Righteous Lad off of his feet.   "Jeeze! What are these guys made of!?" The hero questions. Not only did they grow, but they're moving like actual people. From their kneeling position, the two animated statues rise to stand at their full height. Both being about 6 feet tall.   "The world." Faust comments with a sinister grin.   "Huh?" Konnence raises a brow.   "Those two bear qualities of the earth itself. Strength and endurance both. I'd love to stay and see how you fare against them, but I am a busy man." The villain elaborates.   "If you think I'm just going to let you–" The hero's thought is cut short by the two statues suddenly rushing him down, snagging his focus entirely. As one comes in throwing a punch, Konnence raises his right forearm to block it. He does indeed block, but– Krooom. Krooom. Krooom! The impact is strong enough to send him flying like a cannonball through the museum's walls until his back is involuntarily smashing into a cop car outside.  The officers around jump at his sudden arrival and draw their guns with haste.   "H-hey, what's going on!? One of the law enforcers questions. As the young man lays on the caved-in hood of a patrol car, he brings his arm up to his face to examine it, noting how it's still trembling and stinging from taking that hit head on. He blinks in disbelief.   "I… I'm not sure." He utters softly. However, there's little time for talking. The ground trembles as approaching footsteps make themselves heard. The duo of destructive statues were running out of the building and zeroing in on the hero to continue their assault. template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

12/05/2023 09:02 PM  Righteous Lad™ : Incredible Red Lantern 2 Righteous Lad The Incredible Red Lantern #2"Aaugh… Damn it, Bruce." Like a zombie rising from its slumber, Captain Marvel stirs to consciousness and immediately sits up within her crater, holding her head as she recalls who sent her flying in the first place. Without dwelling on her thoughts, Carol rises to stand and takes off with a sonic burst of speed in an instant. "Bruce? The Hulk?" Konnence questions under his breath as his keen eyes follow the heroine taking off.  {Do I follow her? Is it really my place to get involved in the Avengers' affairs?} The young man thinks to himself as skepticism takes shape upon his features. It's then a violent shake rocks the ground beneath his feet and nearly knocks him off his stumbling feet when a thunderous  B A A A A A M M M !  ! ! makes itself heard throughout the entire city. "Is THAT what it's like when the Hulk is hitting the ground?" With both concern and curiosity as his motive, Konnence takes off via flight and follows Captain Marvel's path of flight. It doesn't take long at all for his eyes to pick up a struggle in the distance. Flashing lights, a thrown tree effortlessly flying into the air while spinning, and even airborne fighters shooting down with careful precision with energy projectiles while maneuvering above the battlefield.   It's all Konnence needs to see before he hurries over to interject his aid into the situation. Just in time to arrive JUST as a large boot is about to stomp Wolverine's entire torso into the grassy ground. "KUH! I got you, man!" Konnence exclaims as he practically comes landing into a slide, winding up with a bending leg planting into the ground for leverage in front of him while his other is outstretched behind him, and his hands reaching out to catch that foot.   "Nice catch, Bub. Let's see if we can't take him down a peg." Logan's gruff voice graces the young man's ears just before the sound of metallic scraping of those unbreakable claws extending follow. Back and up on his feet, Wolverine lashes out with animalistic cries as he begins cutting into flesh. Calf, thigh, abdomen - the feral X-Man draws lime-green blood and does enough harm to get the big green unstoppable force of nature to stumble back a few steps while growling. It's then Konnence finally gets a good look at what they're dealing with, and it draws a disturbed look upon his face. {Why… Why is he in a Red Lantern suit? That's not canon to Marvel!} While wrestling with his thoughts, Wolverine continues his assault. Hulk attempts to swiftly pound Wolverine into the dirt with an overhead down punch, but the mad green brawler's fist only ends up meeting the grassy field - nimble, Logan evades with ease and then proceeds to take a thrusting jab that results in his claws piercing flesh and muscle. More blood is drawn, there's far less of an obvious reaction from Hulk this time - a swift retaliation of swatting Wolverine away with that very same arm follows. However, Hulk isn't given any time to breathe. War Machine, Captain Marvel, Hawkeye, and even Cable begin laying into the raging monster. Explosive arrows, plasma shots, missiles - all of it and then some come bombarding down upon the Hulk. Despite holding his arms up in defensive fashion to guard his face, the green red lantern doesn't crumple under the pressure. In the midst of Konnence staring like a deer in headlights, Rogue and Captain Marvel come flying past him to charge the Hulk down.   "Get outta' the kitchen if ya can't take the heat, suga'!" Rogue tells him while passing by before a flurry of blows begin erupting like dynamite through the air. The bumpkin of a heroine goes for a liver shot that she puts everything behind while the blonde slides in on the soles of her boots and lunges skyward to slip an uppercut through the Hulk's defense, both managing to make him reel and grimace. They keep on him, throwing blow after blow after one another. However, the effectiveness of their attacks begin to lose their edge. As if adapting to the pain as the seconds pass, Hulk tanks an explosive jab that turns his head ever so slightly while trading with one of his own, sending Carol Danvers soaring away like a cannonball into the distance. Quick to shift his focus, the Hulk then reaches to grab Rogue by her neck and upper torso with his right hand and draws back his left within a prepping fist.   "No you don't!"  Before he can take that shot, Blue Marvel intervenes with an energy blast to his back before following up by rushing in to ensnare the raging monster within a rear chokehold. Seeing this, Konnence's eyes perk up and his mind finally pushes distractions to the back. He flies in and throws the hardest punch he can while using his momentum to amplify its power. ' K R O O O M ! ' A violent shock wave discharges on impact, resulting in spit flying, his grip on Rogue relinquishing, and him stumbling back several steps. Quick to keep the pressure on, Konnence moves in and starts whaling with firm decisive blows while Blue Marvel does his best to restrain and distract with that choke hold he has locked in. Alas, even their combined efforts lose its effectiveness. Through gritting teeth, the Hulk catches the young man's 7th punch within his massive hand and pulls him while simultaneously throwing his head forward to deliver a bone rattling head-butt that meets his forehead spot-on and rocks him like a lifeboat traversing a tsunami on a stormy night. Konnece nearly goes completely limp and drops to his feet, though Hull's grip is the only thing keeping him from collapsing face first. During, the Red Lantern's other large hand reaches over his shoulder and yanks Blue Marvel from his back before he begins slamming them into the ground, rag-dolling one by the arm and the other by his jacket back and forth several times. Eventually tossing Konnence like a football out toward the ocean and Blue Marvel through buildings in the city.   Konnence, still struggling to get over the daze the Hulk left him with, involuntarily flips as he soars through the air. Just as he's on the verge of losing momentum and descending, he's caught by someone from behind. "Woah there, I got you." A voice reassures him while lending a supportive arm around his shoulder.   "Nnngh… thanks." Konnence responds, grimacing as he lifts a hand to palm his forehead. Just as he's collecting himself enough to support himself with flight, the other begins to speak again.   "...Righteous Lad?" A question that makes him curiously turn his head toward the one asking. Whom he sees brings a beaming smile on his face.   "Superman! Wait– You remember me?" He questions with an arching brow.   "Of course I do. You left a big impression on me before." Kal-EL affirms with a smile of his own. However, a thunderous impact back on land interrupts their reunion and redirects focus. "What's going on over there? Batman said he picked up an unnatural seismic disturbance over in New York City, so I came as soon as I could to look into it."   "Trouble. The Hulk is wearing a Red Lantern ring." Konnence tells him.   "Hulk? I'm not sure who that is, but if Red Lanterns are involved, then I at least know for sure that it's nothing good. Can you still fight?"   "Yeah, I'm not down yet!"   "Good. Let's go." And with that, the two take off with an abrupt burst of speed back to the source of commotion. Superman arrives in time to see and react to the monster of a man in black & red preparing to squish someone's head between his large hands like a grape - an attempt put to an immediate stop by a deafening blow of a punch that sends the Hulk soaring like a bullet through a dozen buildings and until he tumbles onto the premises of a factory. The moment Superman arrives hovering a few feet above the ground, the enraged lantern lets out a vicious roar and begins charging the kryptonian down. Superman readies himself, but a swift Righteous Lad comes swooping down and transitioning seamlessly into an aggressive baseball slide that kicks Hulk off his feet and lunges him at Superman. The latter makes use of that moment and closes in to deliver a devastating rising knee to the chin that lofts the monster 20-feet into the air. Taking notice, Righteous Lad performs a floaty back flip to meet the Hulk at the peak of his involuntary accession before abruptly stomping the Hulk's head down into the ground. As sharp as their teamwork is, the Hulk immediately shoots back up with an angry roar.  "We may need to keep him off balance and restrain him…" Quickly rushing forward, Superman grabs the gamma mad man by the foot and begins spinning, gradually building speed with every twist until there's a powerful turbulence strong enough to make Righteous Lad's jacket float within its domineering wind. Then, Kal-EL sends him flying up, up, and away. Beyond the city, beyond the clouds, and into the cold vastness of space. The two of them follow behind while Superman takes a moment to radio in to the Justice League via the ear piece he's wearing. "Hal? Kyle, John? Going to need some lantern power out in space. Pinpoint my location and meet me as soon as you can." template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

12/01/2023 06:53 PM  Righteous Lad™ : Comic-verse #1 Righteous Lad INto the comic-verse  #1After spending some time aimlessly flying at a timid pace, Konnence finally descends to touch down upon solid ground again. The soles of his greenish-cyan boots gently meet the pavement of the fairly bustling district of New York City's famous Times Square - the biggest tourist attraction this side of the USA - and proceeds to saunter his way over to the nearby bench to turn and flop down onto. Beside himself, he places his bag holding the only possessions he was able to keep hold of, which is mostly clothing. "H'aaaah man… last time it was the Justice League movie and now I'm in the Marvel Comic Universe?" He murmurs the question to no one but himself before leaning back in his seat and hooking his arms over the back support of the metal bench. With his head tilting back, his neon jade eyes gaze pitifully up at the big blue sky above. "Not that it's not a cool thing to happen, but I really wanted to take care of some things. My dad's probably going to think I'm running away, too. Maybe… Would he realize that I got caught up in samaritan stuff?" Konnence ponders further upon his situation, oblivious to how many passing eyes he's drawing to himself with his dark charcoal and vibrant green 'hero suit' standing out like a sore thumb in public.  Unbeknownst to him, he's in the midst of an amalgamation of timelines made up from the various comics he owns. One of those, particularly Marvel, is the middle of Civil War II.   [ Elsewhere… ]   "--Bruce, we need to talk." Tony initiates preemptive pseudo-intervention upon entering the former's lab, accompanied by an acting third-party, Carol Danvers.  Oblivious to the reason, but certainly glad to see the two he calls his friends, Doctor Banner is quick to greet them with a warm grin. "Tony? Carol? I had no idea you two were dropping by." He begins, then proceeds to read the mood of this visit by the emotions projecting from his friends' faces. Tony bears a soft frown that has 'I'm Iron Man and even I'M worried' written all over it, while Captain Marvel stands with a posture of contempt. Shoulders back, arms crossed, and a fierce glare upon her features. It's an examination that eases his smile into a witless flatline. "What's going on? I take it there's more to this sudden visit?" Bruce prods.   "It's… complicated." Tony responds, struggling to find his words - how to process such an absurd situation.   "It's really not. But, we made an agreement. We'll try to sort this out as smoothly as we possibly can by TRYING to do it your way." Carol chimes in sternly. Her eyes then shift toward Bruce again. "Understand that this is a very crucial moment, Bruce. I need you to work with us here. Will you come with us outside?"   "Yeah, I guess trading not wearing my armor suit for your cooperation was worth it. Hopefully. But anyway, she's right. We're here to talk to you, Bruce. ALL of us. I want you to know that I'm your friend and batting for you. Will you come? Just for a moment… we'll get this cleared up in a jiffy. I promise." Tony assures. Truthfully, both of their implications were causing an anxious discomfort to bubble at the pit of his stomach. Even so, he does trust them both on a significant level.   "Yeah… I'm.. I-I'm willing to talk. I trust you." Bruce answers to the best of his capability in such a cryptic approach from the two. Soon, the three make their way outside into the open air. What awaits them is an ocean of allies and friends clad in their 'vigilante suits' and wearing uneasy gazes. At seeing this… at the heart-stopping silence that scraps against his nerves like talons along a chalkboard, Bruce looks over his shoulder in desperation at Tony & Carol. "My God… did I do something wrong?"   "No, Bruce–" Tony quickly answers.   "Not yet. That's why we're here." Carol informs immediately after.   "Can you please explain to me what's going o–" Bruce attempts to get out his question.   "We know you've been experimenting on yourself, Bruce." Captain Marvel coldly interrupts with a sharp accusing tone.    "What?" Bruce arches a brow, taken aback by Carol's knowledge of his most recent research endeavor. It's then that Hank McCoy steps forward with a transparent tablet in hand that displays the files from Bruce's computer back inside his lab.   "It's true, I'm afraid. There's logs and graphs displaying Bruce's recent activities of trying to manipulate gamma radiation through various methods." Hank informs.    "Bruce, no… why?" Tony asks without truly thinking. It's a question that slips out because of his sudden spike in fear that Carol's handy-dandy Inhuman future teller may have been onto something when sharing a grim flash of destruction and death, given to them by none other than the Raging Hulk. Odd enough, there's a second entity that can see the undeniable boiling pot of anger that's about to be unleashed.   "I was trying to find a way to RID myself of gamma radiation. But you… YOU! You two come here, point an accusing finger at me, essentially bring a death squad to put me down, and then go on to invade my private work? MY crucial research!? You've got some nerve!!" Banner exclaims at the top of his lungs.   "You NEED to calm down, Banner." Carol warns, forming her hands into tight fists as her glare sharpens.   "Go to hell, Damnvers! You don't get to demand anything of me!" Bruce counters. Meanwhile, yards away and atop of a tree branch, Hawkeye inhales a deep slow breath as he readies his bow and centers his aim upon Bruce. A task that doesn't sit too well with him, but one bestowed upon him by Banner himself. He was given a tool and discretion to put Bruce down before that monstrous green beast can push itself to the forefront of Bruce's consciousness and tear them all apart. Just as Clint is about to release his bow string and put an end to their yelling match, a sudden interruption obscures his target. A tear in thin air. A swirling vortex of red.   "WHAT RAGE!!" A deep and gruff voice blurts out as a figure steps out from the hole in space, standing at an imposing height of 8'1. A red and black suit with bits of crimson armor clothes his broad powerful frame, while a peculiar emblem that vaguely resembles a red lantern adorns the center of his chest. His face is inhuman. Demonic-like even, especially those pools of glowing red that make up his pupiless eyes. In his right hand, he holds up a red lantern. Holding it before Bruce Banner as if meaning to shine light on the scientist.    "There… there was no mention of this.. Who the hell are you!?" Carol demandingly shouts, expecting nothing good from this intruder.   "I am RAGE INCARNATE! I go where the strongest source of anger beckons me… Know my name, Earthlings. For I am Atrocitus, leader of the Red Lantern Corp." The being introduces himself at Captain Marvel's inquiry. It's then a band of similarly dressed individuals come stepping out of that red rift. All of them just as bitter and unwelcoming in appearance in their own way. All five of them. Though, the one exception being the floating cat who comes to hover beside the tall man in red.   "You've got to be kidding me…" Tony utters under his breath, unsure of what to make of such a drastic change in the situation.    "Wha-... What do you want?" Bruce questions as he looks up a mixture of various negative emotions on his face.     "To unleash all that glorious rage you have bottled up inside and give you the red ring you so rightfully deserve." Atrocitus answers.   "No, that's not what I want! I've been trying to avoid that!" Bruce retorts. However, his rejection does nothing to deter the demonic fiend in front of him.   "It's not up for debate, insect! Let the rage out! " The lantern demands just before regurgitating blood into his mouth. Steam, hot blood… With a beastly roar, he douses Bruce in its corrupting touch. Spewing blood that burns like hot coffee and amplifies his anger. He just barely misses doing the same to Tony and Carol.   [ Back with Righteous Lad… ]   "I wonder if I should apply to be an Avenger… Would that be weird? I mean, I think they are genuine good and courageous heroes, but I have a pretty strict no-killing policy, you know? I don't know if I could stomach seeing Iron Man disintegrate a guy in front of me. What do you think? Could you still think highly of a hero that you look up to if they kill a villain?" Konnence asks while lifting his right leg and laying its respective shin across his left leg, then placing his hands atop of that elevated limb.   "You kidding me? Sometimes I feel like they don't do it enough. So many Superpowered psychos comin' and goin'. It's a merry-go-round of trouble that constantly winds up with the city being hit with some new crazy tragedy or invasion. The less of them there are, the better, I'd say." The middle-aged New Yorker beside responds, abrasive words parting from his lips as he opens and spreads his newspaper to give it a read.   "Yeah… I.. I can understand that perspective. It's a fair one." Konnence responds with a demoralized tone, his eyes averting to stare at the ground contemplatively. Taking notice of the young man's dampen mood, the civilian looks over and gently sighs.   "Look, kid. I get it–"   KROOOOOOM!    KKROOM-KROOM-KROOM-KROOM!!!   The sudden explosive impact of something puncturing through a dozen buildings or so erupts through the air like the crackling of lightning from a thunderstorm. The city folk panic and scatter for safety as debris falls to the city streets, especially when whatever is responsible for the destructive damage lands and creates a crater in the ground down the street and right before Konnence's eyes. With his conversation cut short, the young man rises out of his seat and floats his way over to the large hole to investigate. Landing nearby, he steps a bit closer on foot and looks down to see someone laying on their back.   "...Captain… Captain Marvel?" Konnence arches a brow with a look of confusion and concern. It's then an animalistic cry sounds off with a massive echo nearly 20 miles away.   "HHHUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!" 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12/01/2023 06:51 PM  Righteous Lad™ : Comic-verse #0 Righteous Lad Comic-verse #0 Without concern of being discreet, Konnence descends via flight to the one home he's always felt was his absolute sanctuary. With just two minutes to spare before 6PM hits, to boot. Though, after such drastic events and changes in his life, it appears more like a haunting shell holding memories of the better days of his adolescence. Without his key on hand, he decides to enter through one of the second floor windows - particularly the one that leads inside his old bedroom. As he ducks and steps onto his bed inside, he notes the room is dingy, but clear enough only because sunlight is shining its way inside. Instinctively, he moves toward the door and flips the light switch near it. Nothing.  "...I guess it would be silly to pay a bill for a home you don't live in anymore." He comments, thinking on how the man that adopted him since when he was a mere baby must be handling the tragedies that's taken place over the last three years.   Konnence sighs and momentarily heads downstairs, eventually returning with nearly a doze small candles in his cradling arms. He sets them up all around the room and when he's done, he goes to them one by one. Touching each with his right point finger and giving life to Niflheim flames that burn with a gentle greenish-cyan radiance. When that's done, he retrieves a gym bag from his closet and begins gathering clothing to pack inside. Soon, he finally pays enough mind to the interior space and notices familiar boxes on the shelf above his hanging clothes. Carefully, he pulls down two of those rectangle boxes and proceeds to take a seat on his bed while setting the boxes beside him. He opens one of them and inside is a neat line of comic books held in individual sheaths of plastic of their own. He pulls out one at random and finds himself laying eyes on Rebirth Justice League, issue #1.  "Man… I didn't get to read this yet. I was already kinda' behind, but I bet I'm waaaay out of the loop by this point. Barely feels like it's been three years since the day I died." Konnence comments and goes on to pull the comic out of its plastic. Meanwhile, he's oblivious to someone - to a calculated something observing him from outside. It's none other than Malware.    "Ehh. I should probably finish reading these later. It's not like I can get comfortable and start living here again." The young man reasons with himself and puts the comic away properly. He leaves the boxes on the mattress and resumes to retrieve more clothes to take back with him. A deed that doesn't take much longer at all. Just as he zips the bag shut and grabs it by a handle strap, an intrusive noise draws his attention from behind. Standing and turning, he comes face to face with his oldest rival. A slight frown takes form upon Konnence's face. "...I guess I shouldn't be surprised you found this place, but there's no way you could have known I was here suddenly. What do you even want?"   "No way? Come now, I am a connoisseur in tech and technical evolution. I planted hidden motion sensors and cameras here. I was expecting that peculiar man to return, but I found myself surprised with the visual of you." Malware informs, then proceeds to turn his back on the hero. Simply to examine Konnence's collection of comics on the bed. "As for what I want… Well, that still remains the same as it's always been. Your demise."   "Well, that window of opportunity has passed. I've become twice as strong than I was before. And be careful with those… I still haven't gotten around to finish reading through them." Konnence responds.   "I'm very willing to take your word for that claim. Admittedly, I've made no true progress in finding a way to significantly hinder you. As it's as if adrenaline and willpower gives you an edge that I cannot provide counter measures for. My only logical solution is to quadruple my efforts." Malware explains, now plucking the same Justice League comic out of its plastic to give it a read through. "And you needn't worry one little bit about me damaging your books. Quite frankly, I think they're highly valuable and full of boundless possibilities." The android adds.   "Yeeeeeaah… as cool as your power is to bring fictional characters and objects to literal li–" Konnence tries to convey a thought.   "What say we both expand our horizon, young Luthur?" Malware chimes in with a rhetorical question that takes the young man by surprise. Then, he makes use of that pause and hesitation. He shuts the book and casually tosses it atop of the open box. He turns his body sideways and stares at the hero, pointing a finger that's accumulating a radiant energy source at the boxes. Just as Konnence comes back to his senses and is about to make a move of his own, it's too late.   SSSKRRROOOOOSH!   With the abundance of source material as a target, Malware fires his portal projector and opens a swirling white rift into the 'fictional' world and immediately enters. Konnence isn't so willing, but a sudden powerful vacuum begins pulling at his body with a magnetic-like force equivalent to a blackhole. Everything in front of that rift that isn't nailed down gets sucked inside, candles, dresser, mirror, study desk, clothes, other long boxes of comics, and even dust.  However, the descendant of divine lineage hailing from Mount Olympus and Asgard, fights against such an imposing pull. With gritting teeth and clenching fists, Konnence turns and begins gradually making distance between himself and the rift. Marching with firm steps as he makes his way toward the exit door.  "You… GOT… to be kiddin'.. Meeeee!" Konnece utters behind snarling lips as he extends his free hand out for the door knob. Before he can make contact with it however, all too familiar metallic tendrils protrude from the rift and coil around his body and pull him in by the waist, arms, and legs into that portal. "This is so NOT RIGHTEOOOOUS!!!" His exclaiming echoes throughout the house just as he and that hole in thin air vanish without a trace. Silence and darkness reclaims the former Luthur Household.    As if thrown back outside into broad daylight and open sky, Konnence finds himself soaring and flipping involuntarily through the air. Just until he forcefully stops himself. Even so, there was no time to think just yet–   "LOOK OUT!!"   "AA-HOOOF!!?" A voice shouts from nearby, but there's a hard collision that causes them to tumble through the air for a moment. Once they recover and get a look at each other, Konnence's eyes go wide in disbelief. "Rogue!?"   "The one n' only, fella. You oughta' be more careful when u a flyin' about, though. Didn't even see ya headin' my way."    "S-sorry… I.. I'll be more careful next time, ma'am."    "That's all I could ask of ya, sugah. You take care now, ya hear?" And with that, the X-Men member waves him good and carries on with her flight destination.   "Wow… she's actually prettier in person… And THAT'S what her voice sounds like? Kinda' interesting." Konnence comments to himself as he waves her off in turn.   "Good. Find as many incentives you need. Get comfortable before I bring discomfort upon you." Malware suddenly makes his presence known, floating to the side of the hero at a fair distance.   "What do you think you're doing? Why bring me here?"   "Isolation. I want no disturbances on my campaign to terminate you. I also want you to drink in the predicament that I've placed you in.  This time, I'm not leaving until I find a way to rid you from the plaine of the living. That you're never leaving this place. EVER." The android answers.   "So, what? You're going to just keep throwing stuff at the wall until an idea sticks the landing? We're going to continue this tiresome dance until the end of time? Because you're NEVER beating me." Konnence rebuttals.   "This will be a new series of trial and error. There are things and beings here that can actually hurt you significantly, if not outright kill you. We'll see how long you last." Malware concludes before retreating into a portal that abruptly appears behind him. It goes just as quickly as it came, leaving the stranded hero alone.   "Man… I just got back from Asgard, too. Now what?"   template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

11/21/2023 02:34 PM  Righteous Lad™ Annual #1 (Part 2) Righteous Lad Annual #1 (Part II) —"You're saying ours is a fictional world, which is why this Malware-guy was able to open a doorway into our universe?" Barry Allen questions with a skeptical frown just barely discernible behind his crimson cowl. Forearms laying horizontally upon the large oval in the Hall of Justice's briefing room while his gloved finger tips touch one another in a thoughtful posture. The rest of his peers bear similar expressions inside the fairly dingy room.   "Yeah, that… that's the whole deal of it." Righteous Lad affirms regretfully, guilt seeping into his consciousness as he dismisses any validation to the lives of the comic book characters he's grown up adoring for years. "But, ya know, there's still something off about all of this…" The young man adds.   "Lay it out for us, then. Because even I can already pinpoint details that do not add up in what you're telling us." Batman prods.   "Well, we shouldn't be having this conversation. This was supposed to be a movie about the death of Su– D'uh.. Uhhh… A movie about the Justice League fighting Doomsday." Tyson attempts to present the premise in a less concerning way. However, the others do not allow it to slip by so easily.   "...The Death of Superman?" Kal-EL questions with curiously narrowing brows.   "What, are we supposed to believe that our strongest heavy hitter gets taken out by some overgrown monster in a hazmat suit!? C'mon, this is the man of steel we're talking about here." Hal Jordan chimes in.   "Okay… I'll just say it. This is the third movie of the Justice League series. I've watched Justice League War, which was about all of you coming together for the first time on the big screen and forming the Justice League. Justice League Dark where you guys - well, Batman mostly - teamed up with Zatanna and John Constatine, Teen Titans Judas Contract where you guys got possessed and fought the Teen Titans, and now the series is on the Death of Superman movie. I hadn't gotten far into it at all, but I'm sure the name spells out the big ending…" Righteous Lad explains. He leans forward into his seat while presenting a solemn stare. The others were looking on speechlessly. "But maybe there's more to this than I thought. I'm not a character in this movie. You guys do not know me at all and I have never met you until today. You guys should be scripted… following a plotline to the very end. Especially since you weren't pulled out from the movie."   "Then perhaps the media in your world serves as a symbolic window to ours? You see what we do, but it's still subject to change should an outside element intervene." Diana proposes her theory. It's then the large monitor in the room shifts to present a web search page - one bearing an insightful info form about Righteous Lad himself.   "Doing a little digging while the conversation was carrying on, I found this. An information dump about a fictional comic book character named Righteous Lad. Adopted by Misses and Mister Luthur, biological son of the Goddess Help and the Sun God Apollo. Age 23, height five-eleven and one-half. Real name, Konnence. I'm not quite sure if you're telling the truth, but that's definitely your face up there. You wouldn't happen to be a martian, would you? They can gather information via reading minds and that possibility makes more sense than what you're telling us." Batman speaks up this time.   "Oh… so he's not a kryptonian." Kal-EL murmurs with a hint of disappointment.   "There's files of me in the DC universe? And… I'M the fictional character here? That's kinda' sick!" Tyson enthusiastically comments.  "But I can see why this makes things complicated. I'm not a Martian at all. Any way I can prove it to you?" The young man asks.   "There is one way." Batman confirms as he rises up from his seat. He circles around the large table while reaching to retrieve an item from his utility belt. A lighter. He stands beside Tyson and pushes down on the igniter, allowing fire to take form. Momentarily confused, Tyson blinks at the peculiar sight. Then it dawns on him!   "Oh, right! Martians are afraid of fire!" The young man blurts out before lifting a hand and holding a finger within the flame. "See? I'm not burning at all. Can't really feel it, either." He affirms. It's all the convincing Batman needs to put the lighter away and return to his seat.   "Okay, so he's not a martian. But instead a God?" Aquaman questions.   "Uuuuhhh… I prefer Unusual American. I don't really see myself as any sort of divine figure." Righteous Lad corrects.   "But there's nothing wrong with accepting what you are. I hail from Mount Olympus, too. Zeus is my father." Wonder Woman tells him.   "I was born in Niflheim, as claimed by my birth mother, and was given away to a couple a month after I was born. Asgard and Olympus are not my homes, nor are their residents and rulers familiars of mine. I'm just a guy from Illinois located in America, and I'm proud just being a fellow American. That's more than enough for me." Tyson reaffirms. It's an answer that resonates with Superman enough to draw a genuine grin across the kryptonian's lips.   "Very well." Diana forfeits the topic.   "This is nice and all, and I do respect your answer, kid, but I think what we should be asking is: Do we have any leads on where these two troublemakers went?" Hal Jordan chimes in.   "No, none at all. I've been trying to find any trace or sightings with various satellites and cameras around the world. There's no telling where they went. As much as I hate to say it, we'll just have to wait for them to make a move and reveal themselves again." Batman explains. template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

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