HP: 2 Cond: Utterly Clueless & Surprised
Willy was incredibly nervous, and he could almost feel the sweat that was surely streaming down his face. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of Danielle, and he knew that things were strange enough as they were, but here she was, always at his side, always telling him that he was someone great to be around ... the only others who said that were his parents, but, being parent's, it was like they were expected to say that. And the best part of it was, William I. Northrup meant every word she said she had a really nice time. He wished he could do better for her, but she was happy, and that was all that mattered right now. His heart skipped a little at the thought, and sped up.Heart rate has elevated. Danger? Host is threatened? Activate weapons?
the ever present voice of Khaji Da sounded in Willy's head. The strange, sentient alien weapon that had fused to Willy's back never ceased to complicate his life, despite the benefits it gave. Nevertheless, Willy ignored Khaji Da. The voice of the scarab's AI had grown more sophisticated over time, and Willy could see that it wasn't a demand so much as a query. Without an answer, Khaji Da would need more than speculation to over-ride command systems...Willy hoped. Besides, how could he hurt Danielle? The lovely, pretty, smart, popular, lovable...
"Hey, why did you miss Becky's Mardi Gras party, anyways? I was really hoping I'd see you there." Danielle's blue eyes stared into Willy's brown ones and he swallowed a lump. She traced her finger along the front of his shirt, back and forth, in a rather distracting manner.
Willy's heart rate raced as Danielle asked the question, and he could feel his neck moistening with sweat. It was mostly guilt. He could recall the night of the party rather vividly. Someone had broken into the vault of the bank on Third and Wesson downtown, a couple blocks away from the party. Willy chosen to be the hero rather than the object of mockery at the party. Besides, the thieves had gotten their hands on some old Freeze Rays - which Khaji Da's database's had identified as those belonging to a former villain named Mr. Freeze who was doing time in Arkham Asylum - and were holding civilians hostage. It was better than going to a party ... he thought.
Then there was the slight touch of her finger. It was thin and slender, lovely in the low light, and a warm shiver ran down Willy's spine, and his heart raced with a more... primal
"I mean, I know Becky and the rest are kinda mean to you, but we could have had fun, right?"
Willy's heart plummeted. He hated it when Danielle tried to guilt him like that. He had his duties as a hero, but he couldn't tell her that! She would be in danger! Willy felt the urge to scream at himself, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Of course, Khaji Da just had
to take things the wrong way.
The female suspects. Terminate her existence immediately!
"NO! Uh, I mean.. I couldn't; I had a lot of homework and I had to watch my little brother."
Willy screamed at himself in his head, mentally facepalming. It always upset him when he had to lie to her, and all his lies had made them grow quite a bit apart. After becoming the host of Khaji Da, Willy had never been the same, and he knew that. He could vividly remember when Danielle had said she just wanted to be "friends" with him. They had been closer, but ever since he had taken up the whole 'saving-innocents-and-being-a-hero' thing, she always seemed like she was unsure of whether or not to trust him or not. And that lie might have just widened that crack between them... he looked at her face. Wait...she's not giving me that 'are you telling the truth' look...she bought it?
A gang of four or five teenagers in baggy pants and hoodies bopped along the path, shoving each other and laughing. One of the spied Willy and Danielle and started making 'kissy' noises at them to the hilarity of his companions.
The intruders are ill-organized and crowded together; they are tactically compromised. A single plasma blast would suffice to dispatch them.
"Will you shut up!?" Willy muttered
Willy's heart fluttered, and he blushed slightly. The hoodlums were just ruining things, and it greatly embarassed Willy to think that he
of all people was close friends and once dating one of the most popular girls at school, the one sitting next to him on this swing, tracing her finger along his shirt ... For once, Willy felt like actually listening to Khaji Da's advice. But the feeling died down as Danielle spoke.
What? What does that mean...
Danielle glared at the gang then mischievously grinned at Willy. "It's not such a bad idea, you know."
Willy thought, when Khaji Da interrupted.
The female concurs, a tactical observation I did not predict. Threat assessment updated.
Willy stumbled a bit as she pulled him to his feet from the swing; his arm (now a blast cannon, charging up) had caught on the chain.
Willy swore to himself, angry at Khaji Da for not only threatening to blow his cover and reveal his secret identity, but also for inferring that it wanted him to blast Danielle! He struggled to hide the fact that his hand had turned into a black and blue energy cannon by throwing his arm behind his back as Danielle pulled him to his feet. That gave him another reason for surprise, and confusion.
With an effort, Willy forced his hand back to normal. Danielle caught him and didn't let go when he regained his balance. "I mean it is Valentine's, right?" She turned and put her arms around his neck, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Her mouth parted slightly as she leaned in.
The female is carnivorous! Incinerate her now!
Willy's protest to Khaji-Da was muffled by the kiss. Finally he broke it off and gave her a shy, nervous smile.
Willy stared at her for a minute. He was stunned. He tried to fit a sentence together, but his tongue was heavy as lead, and his brain seemed to be overheating. If this was a cartoon, he was sure that steam would be blasting from his ears and the top of his head and his heart would be leaping out of his body to thump back into his body only to leap out once more. (thank goodness he wasn't in a cartoon, a small part of him, the bit that he never paid attention to thought, that sounds like it would hurt).
But the kiss brought more than joy and a rush of adrenaline to Willy, but a state of bewildered confusion. [Whu...she said...'friends'...not dating...dating?...she likes me?...more than likes me?...Why?...strawberries...
Each half formed question brought forth more incomplete questions as Willy's brain struggled to overcome the shock of the sudden and overwhelming kiss, and return to some manner of sanity.
You act unwisely, William Northrup. A genetically-tailored toxin could be easily prepared from that DNA sample.
Willy muttered back to Khaji Da, blushing furiously.
Willy watched Danielle's door close. To the left, her father glared disapprovingly. Willy swallowed, hunched his shoulders and turned away, heading towards home.
Willy sighed. It seemed like people disliked him universally, and Danielle's father wasn't any exception. Willy figured it was because it was just because he was protective of his daughter, which brought him some consolation, but he always wondered. He still couldn't come up with any explanation of why Danielle had kissed him. There was nothing to lead up to it, and she had been keeping her distance from him at school as well, so why?...
Allow that parental unit to deal with the female's threat. I am picking up many broadcasts from law-enforcement officers. A situation has arisen in the city of Gotham. Investigate the threat and eliminate. We can dispatch the female with ease afterwards.
Willy muttered aloud. Something to take my mind off things...
Then came Khaji Da's ever paranoid remark about Danielle. How many times must I explain myself? We are not killing Danielle!The female is a threat to you - and us. Her presence is distracting, and your reaction to threats is diminished. The female also shows signs of being carnivorous, possibly cannibalistic, and may attempt to attack you while you are vulnerable.For the love of...
Willy exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, but calmed himself down. Argh. Let's just get to Gotham and see what's up. Okay?Affirmative. Activate Scarab suit?Yes, please.Classification & Weaponry Serial ID.
Khaji Da intoned mechanically.O come on! We have been through this a dozen times, I'm the only one can activate you, and I've already told you to armor-up!
Willy said, annoyed, as he ducked down an alley way and hide behind a dumpster.Classification & Weaponry Serial ID.
it said again, tone constant.Stupid AI.
Willy thought to himself.Scarab Armor & Weapon Systems Activate. Classification: Reach Infiltrator - Khaji. Serial ID: Da.KHAJI DA!!!
A sudden pain rushed down Willy's spine and he let out a pained gasp. Something was growing down his back, the azure scarab fused to his spine was expanding, and tearing out of the edges of his skin. He could feel the growth of the the weapon on his back, growing, stretching out and over his body. A solid black sheath began to grow and shimmer down his body, erupting pain as it rippled over his skin, and enveloped him like a second skin. The armor then began to grow, hard plates that quivered and segmented over his body, the colors expanding and growing, even covering his entire face, closing in on his eyes, which he closed as the pain rushed through his body. There was several *snaps*
as great pincers and segments that looked like scarab legs lashed themselves into place with the armor that had grown over his body, Willy screamed as he opened his eyes, which were suddenly invaded with the spread of the armor which covered his vision in a transparent sheath that glowed blue.
Slight blue steam rolled off the armor, the heat of the transformation being released into the air, and Willy could see the world again. It always surprised him that the change only took a second or two, the pain he endured made it seem much longer.
Small letters and stranger symbols were splayed in trawling messages in an alien language that Willy did not understand and flickered at the edges of his vision. One of the strings of symbols glowed slightly, then expanded over Willy's field of vision as it projected a map of the city into his inner eye, and had a large blue dot with radiating waves in the middle.Broadcasts appear to be centralized around the law enforcement headquarters in Gotham. There appears to be a strange light that the broadcasts are talking about.Got it.
Willy said. Scarab Wings.
Willy heard a slight *flick*
and felt something at his shoudler bones twitch as two large pairs of translucent blue and gold wings expanded from his back almost instantaneously. The wings were gossamer thin, yet impossibly tough, and had slight blue veins running through them that Willy knew didn't have blood running through them. He felt a slight loss of weight, as he lifted off his feet, and left the ground behind. Straightening his back and puffing out his chest, he felt power coursing through him, as he rose above the skyline of Queens, and turned for Gotham.
Willy was elated by the feeling of flight. It was every little boy's dream, to be able to soar in the skies and touch the clouds. He wondered if the main reason everyone always thought that superheroes were so cool was because they could fly. The sensation of flight never lost it's grandeur, and it brought about a sense of nostalgia to Willy. It was the first amazing power of the Scarab that Willy had ever used consciously, and it felt just as amazing as it did the first time. Willy couldn't help but feel jubilant at that.
As Willy neared Gotham Central Police Dept, the first thing he noticed from his vantage point in the sky was the signal. It was dull and murky, but it was clear on the clouds. A giant spotlight aimed at the sky, with a silhouette in the middle. A Massive Bat.No...It can't be...
Willy said aloud, his jaw dropping in amazement. He had heard rumors about the signal, but...it couldn't be...
Khaji Da had apparently taken notice of the bat-signal as well, for it immediately began to recite it's database archive of the famed superhero - the Batman.Batman: Gotham City masked vigilante and 'super-hero'. Justice League member #2. No abilities beyond that of human capacity. Master level martial artist. Uses a plethora of gadgets, and is extremely skilled in combat. Numerous proteges. Despite a lack of super-human ability, has maintained his position as the number 2 hero on the Justice League through sheer skill and tenacity, coupled with intelligence and ingenuity.
Then the AI began to recite it's own entries about dealing with the Batman: Disarm him of his Gadgets and engage him away from tools. Keep him on the ground, then assault from range with Blast Cannons while he is disarmed. Suggestion: Strobing Flares coupled with High Precision blasts should disable "The Batman" and keep ...I don't want to fight the Batman!
Willy exclaimed. Just finish the archive entry.Vanished approximately 10 Earth years ago, similar to the disappearance of archenemy: Joker. Both presumed Dead.I guess we are going to see if he really is dead or not...
Willy wondered to himself.
Willy landed on one of the tall towers that surrounded GCPD, hiding in the shadows of the building where he was offered a clear vantage point of the top of the building. The wings retracted back into the Scarab, and Willy ducked behind a low wall, giving himself cover in case he was spotted. Multiple other figures seemed to be swooping about, staying hidden, apparently waiting like Willy was.
The bat-signal. It was a legend. The most iconic way to signal the greatest detective Willy knew to have lived. It was a cry for help, a sign requesting aid, a way to summon one of the greatest heroes of Willy's childhood. The Batman.
Willy scanned the roof of the building, his vision enhanced by the Scarab's sensors and lenses, to pierce through the shadows and quickly identify things at a glance. He did not have to wait long before his sensors blinked, and a rough shape was outlined. It was dark and black, and glided on the air, swooping into the shadows of the tall building illuminated by the spotlight. Willy's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. There was no mistaking those pointed ears, that spiked wing glide, the ease of slinking through the shadows, and the symbol - strangely in red - emblazoned upon his chest.The Batman...He's alive!
OOC wrote:Perception check (1d20+10 = 28)
I spy with my little (DarkVision & Analytical Vision Senses) eye a sneaky bat! I figure I would pick up other shapes, but the fact that there is a Batman seems significant, so it got the highlight of my first post. Don't worry, I don't play favorites