Home Invasion #1- Old History
====Gotham City Records Room====
Super powers. They're a gift some say, though you ask me- it's really all the luck of the draw. It's what separates the likes of Superman from that guy who melts people, Clayface... whatever. I lucked out myself. In more ways than one. Y'see, my power, is luck, plain and simple. I was three when we first knew. My dad, a carpenter by trade, used to take me to all his jobs, before his heart gave out- poor bastard. He let me bring my favourite toys to this place, this old, old house, the best house in Texas once upon a time, while he fixed up the place. Turns out Lionel Luthor was buyin' the place and he had a very specific vision in mind. Now my dad was a real good carpenter, you'd have to be to get calls from the likes of Luthor. So I'm playing with my toys- my favourite was this big yellow digger, while above me this old shelf was rotting away. Dad saw it of course, he knew rotting wood when he saw it, and called for me to move. And just as it gave way, it missed. One in a million chance. Right above me too! Shoulda crushed me! He told Ma about it that night- she could hardly believe it. From then on, these things kept happening. Cars that shoulda hit me, suddenly swerved away. Never had a detention even though I deserved plenty. Passed exams with flying colours, never having to study, and I never failed to impress the ladies. Then I met the Misfits, and my luck ran out. A bullet that should have killed me, instead put me in a coma, and my damn powers have been glitchin' ever since. Mind, I can't *tell* anyone that, that little gift of mine is the only thing keeping me in Moth's favour. I did try killing him after all...
That brings us to the here an' now. Walker wanted some information on Arkham City- y'know, the kind of thing that will force the place to shut down so he can get his buddies back. ... *Our* buddies. So yeah, Day's a psychopath, Len's a hard case and Blake may be a fucken' sex offender but they're our mates. And some of them- Rigger, Chuck, that blind Christian fella, they don't deserve any of it.
This place is the Gotham Records Room. Every blueprint, every map and every law is all written and recorded here, including everything on Arkham. You just need to know where to look. "A" for Arkham... Easy peasy.
*Chancer wanders towards the closest shelf, and takes copies of each file, from Amadeus Arkham himself, to the Asylum and of course, the City on his phone, taking quick glances at each while he works. Then he looks over at the "C" shelf, curious as to what they'd said about him, if anything. As he approaches it, he steps on a particularly weak marble slab, and then, the entire shelf slides away to reveal a small passageway. He mutters "The hell-?" then continues through the tunnel. Maybe there's some gold down here? he thought. He'd got the files now, so it wasn't really like he was betraying Drury, he was just... exploring, yeah.*
Strange though, someone had to know about this place. Like, with the amount of politicians and cops and civil servants coming in and out of here, someone had to have found this place.
*Sharp didn't even consider that they *all* knew. Even while walking through the marble corridor he was sure this was his own little secret. But then, he opened the next door, and was greeted with hundreds of coffins*
Jesus... What the hell is this place, some kind of fancy morgue? A kiddy morgue?
*He looked at the photos placed on each coffin. All children. He couldn't possibly open them, but he didn't have to. They were already stirring. He looked at the dark figures rising from their tombs, and he ran*
====1631. Before Gotham====
*They came to the New World as hunters, miners, explorers hoping to settle. One of these such men was Uriah Boone, and he was quick to search the area for food. For a man of this time, Boone took good care of himself, and was fiercely loyal to the nobles he served under. He was chasing a deer, venison proved to be a favourite of the townspeople, when he fell through the weak cave floor, and happened upon a stream of greyish liquid. Some of this would seep into the marshlands, where, two centuries later it rechristened Cyrus Gold as Solomon Grundy. The next day, Boone returned to the growing village where he told the noblemen of his discovery. They were quick to gather as much of the strange liquid as they could and studied it as best as was possible, but still, they could not explain it's bizarre properties. It's fumes alone had healed Boone's broken bones. One month later, a strange man visited the town, and talked to the nobles in private. They were wary of the stranger, but his promise of gold kept them in his graces nonetheless. And when they showed him the liquid, he said plainly "You're using it wrong"
What the townspeople didn't know at the time, was that Uriah Boone had died. He split his skull and shattered his spine in his fall. Like Gold centuries later, the waters resurrected him, but at a price. His skin turned paler over time, becoming something of a light grey. He talked less, and he thought less. Not only had the waters resurrected him and repaired his broken bones, they had strengthened them. Every wound he suffered healed remarkably fast, and the outsider was quick to see his potential. Others joined Boone, as the noblemen, tutored by the outsider, set about creating more of his kind. They made contact with other countries, back home in Britain and even in the Vatican. Across the world, the Noblemen established themselves in secret. They would be a Parliament, and here, in Gotham, this would be their Court.*
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*Sharp had fled. But he had already seen too much. As the rest of the Talons awoke- from Boone all the way to Cobb, one stood by its coffin, looking at it's grey skin, touching it's scars- still not fully healed, and asking itself "What am I?" It was not the first time it had been awoken- but each time was the same. The Judge of Owls spoke in it's ear. "You are free child. You have a mission. Your time is now. Our intruder has stolen files from us. Find him. Find the ones he answers to. And kill them all."
Home Invasion #1- Old History
====Gotham City Records Room====
Super powers. They're a gift some say, though you ask me- it's really all the luck of the draw. It's what separates the likes of Superman from that guy who melts people, Clayface... whatever. I lucked out myself. In more ways than one. Y'see, my power, is luck, plain and simple. I was three when we first knew. My dad, a carpenter by trade, used to take me to all his jobs, before his heart gave out- poor bastard. He let me bring my favourite toys to this place, this old, old house, the best house in Texas once upon a time, while he fixed up the place. Turns out Lionel Luthor was buyin' the place and he had a very specific vision in mind. Now my dad was a real good carpenter, you'd have to be to get calls from the likes of Luthor. So I'm playing with my toys- my favourite was this big yellow digger, while above me this old shelf was rotting away. Dad saw it of course, he knew rotting wood when he saw it, and called for me to move. And just as it gave way, it missed. One in a million chance. Right above me too! Shoulda crushed me! He told Ma about it that night- she could hardly believe it. From then on, these things kept happening. Cars that shoulda hit me, suddenly swerved away. Never had a detention even though I deserved plenty. Passed exams with flying colours, never having to study, and I never failed to impress the ladies. Then I met the Misfits, and my luck ran out. A bullet that should have killed me, instead put me in a coma, and my damn powers have been glitchin' ever since. Mind, I can't *tell* anyone that, that little gift of mine is the only thing keeping me in Moth's favour. I did try killing him after all...
That brings us to the here an' now. Walker wanted some information on Arkham City- y'know, the kind of thing that will force the place to shut down so he can get his buddies back. ... *Our* buddies. So yeah, Day's a psychopath, Len's a hard case and Blake may be a fucken' sex offender but they're our mates. And some of them- Rigger, Chuck, that blind Christian fella, they don't deserve any of it.
This place is the Gotham Records Room. Every blueprint, every map and every law is all written and recorded here, including everything on Arkham. You just need to know where to look. "A" for Arkham... Easy peasy.
*Chancer wanders towards the closest shelf, and takes copies of each file, from Amadeus Arkham himself, to the Asylum and of course, the City on his phone, taking quick glances at each while he works. Then he looks over at the "C" shelf, curious as to what they'd said about him, if anything. As he approaches it, he steps on a particularly weak marble slab, and then, the entire shelf slides away to reveal a small passageway. He mutters "The hell-?" then continues through the tunnel. Maybe there's some gold down here? he thought. He'd got the files now, so it wasn't really like he was betraying Drury, he was just... exploring, yeah.*
Strange though, someone had to know about this place. Like, with the amount of politicians and cops and civil servants coming in and out of here, someone had to have found this place.
*Sharp didn't even consider that they *all* knew. Even while walking through the marble corridor he was sure this was his own little secret. But then, he opened the next door, and was greeted with hundreds of coffins*
Jesus... What the hell is this place, some kind of fancy morgue? A kiddy morgue?
*He looked at the photos placed on each coffin. All children. He couldn't possibly open them, but he didn't have to. They were already stirring. He looked at the dark figures rising from their tombs, and he ran*
====1631. Before Gotham====
*They came to the New World as hunters, miners, explorers hoping to settle. One of these such men was Uriah Boone, and he was quick to search the area for food. For a man of this time, Boone took good care of himself, and was fiercely loyal to the nobles he served under. He was chasing a deer, venison proved to be a favourite of the townspeople, when he fell through the weak cave floor, and happened upon a stream of greyish liquid. Some of this would seep into the marshlands, where, two centuries later it rechristened Cyrus Gold as Solomon Grundy. The next day, Boone returned to the growing village where he told the noblemen of his discovery. They were quick to gather as much of the strange liquid as they could and studied it as best as was possible, but still, they could not explain it's bizarre properties. It's fumes alone had healed Boone's broken bones. One month later, a strange man visited the town, and talked to the nobles in private. They were wary of the stranger, but his promise of gold kept them in his graces nonetheless. And when they showed him the liquid, he said plainly "You're using it wrong"
What the townspeople didn't know at the time, was that Uriah Boone had died. He split his skull and shattered his spine in his fall. Like Gold centuries later, the waters resurrected him, but at a price. His skin turned paler over time, becoming something of a light grey. He talked less, and he thought less. Not only had the waters resurrected him and repaired his broken bones, they had strengthened them. Every wound he suffered healed remarkably fast, and the outsider was quick to see his potential. Others joined Boone, as the noblemen, tutored by the outsider, set about creating more of his kind. They made contact with other countries, back home in Britain and even in the Vatican. Across the world, the Noblemen established themselves in secret. They would be a Parliament, and here, in Gotham, this would be their Court.*
=======
*Sharp had fled. But he had already seen too much. As the rest of the Talons awoke- from Boone all the way to Cobb, one stood by its coffin, looking at it's grey skin, touching it's scars- still not fully healed, and asking itself "What am I?" It was not the first time it had been awoken- but each time was the same. The Judge of Owls spoke in it's ear. "You are free child. You have a mission. Your time is now. Our intruder has stolen files from us. Find him. Find the ones he answers to. And kill them all."