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It's really not much, I just wanted to get SOMETHING up to show that I was in this. I'll make the other posts more interesting.
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Recently, Andy Whippoorwill, the hero known as Glory Nights, had been suffering from terrible nightmares. Horrors beyond the mortal ken. Visions of dimensions encircling our own, creatures from the deepest of abysses, the darkest stars. Most of it was beyond description…seemingly mundane things laced with an air of menace. Or visions of his TRUE childhood, not just the part he experienced…images of Yog-Sothoth pulling the threads of fate to mold Glory. Wilbur Whateley's true form. Things that were enough to drive many men mad. Glory Nights was sane, but barely. He had deep circles under his eyes, his hands shook. But he was much, much too stubborn to ask for help, tell people what he saw. Dreams were just dreams, right? No point in fretting over them. All he needed was a mission to clear his head. Then he'd be fine.
Champion Tower, Champions of Peace Meeting Room
Mistress Redhead had assembled them all. Glory Nights had scrambled to get ready as soon as he heard the call. This was just what he'd been looking for. Didn't matter what the mission was…could be a milk run for all he cared. He just needed to get OUT. (From where? A voice in his head whispered, but he payed it no heed). Turns out this was WAY important. Bigger than anything Glory Nights had been part of so far. This was about a dragon. A dragon that some very diabolical people were after. The old I.C.E Dragons were after it too, and Glory would be helping them. He had heard of the Dragons a bit as a kid, but then again, who hadn't? They had faded out of the spotlight then, and recently disbanded…only to form the Champions of Peace which Glory had managed to earn a spot on.Mistress Redhead plugged a cable into her computer, and there was a brief burst of static. Then the computer spoke, it's flat tones contrasting sharply with the importance of its information. " Long ago the world was in need of heroes, and so the ICE Dragons were born. I called to you for more than just companionship and friendship. For a bond more than blood. To save one of your own I gave up my life, unintentionally stripping you of your guardians. An act that I forever mourn to this day. But the time is at hand. A rebirth may begin. Some of your may have wandered off the beaten path, however the light still shines. It is never too late. Come to me my family. The world is in dire need. " Huh? What was that? Glory Nights frowned slightly. Sounded more like a spiel to join the army or something than any major mission. Luckily Mistress Redhead explained, " I believe, and I think as does the others that this is the voice of Icing Death, the last remaining ICE dragon". Oh, that's what what this had to do with dragons! Seemed a little fishy though…Glory Nights felt a chill rippling down his spine. There was definitely something subtly wrong here, like in one of his dreams. Could just be residual paranoia though. "I am aware of course that not all of you hold a loyalty to ICE, or in some ways even to Andferne. But we have to follow this call, the pull is greater than we can describe" Sounded more like a fishook…they got snagged, now reeled in. Glory didn't like the image, and shifted restlessly. " Mike and I believe that there is a greater threat here, several ICE members now belong to the darker side of our world, and I fear that they will also have received the call" Wait…Glory already knew this. Deja vu, in a major way. Crazy. Eh, no big deal. Science had proven it was just brain lag, or something like that. Probably just lack of sleep. "We feel that we must go to the egg and do our best to rescue this dragon before others would come and corrupt it" Were dragons all that bad really? All you needed to do was stick a sword in their heart, problem solved. Good ol' Saint George was doing that long before I.C.E. "The question here is, who will follow us, who will help us on this great journey?" Glory Night's sense of deja vu ended. New territory here. " If anyone here would say nay, you will of course have a place in our team, you will not be rejected or removed, we simply ask for you to help us" Why not kick 'em off the team? It's not like they were pulling their weight. Then Glory remembered that he had been MIA during the most recent crisis. He had really good reasons…he just couldn't remember what they were. Or where he was. It was like someone had wiped his mind clean.
" We had an inkling none of you would want to miss out on this so we have made a list, pairing each of you off with someone else, we hope this will help to keep you all safe" HECK YEAH! Glory wouldn't miss this for the world. Pairings though…meh. He looked at the list with his partners, tilting his head so he could read it with his good eye. Oh, this wouldn't be so bad; he was teamed with Closure and Hesperus. He liked the kid, he didn't take any nonsense. Closure he had barely met. "We know where Icing Death is located but getting there is going to be hazardous" Mistress Redhead pulled down a map of the Arctic. "we have everything we need to get there, but we are unable to use our transporters, the distance is fine, but there is something protecting it, no magic or technology will get us there, we must make the journey ourselves" No big deal. Would give Glory a little time to prepare. He'd have to find out some way to add another layer to his costume anyway. He was going to freeze if he couldn't. "Our other worry, is that one of us MUST get there, by separating you all, we hope that as each team takes a separate journey we will be able to have a chance to get there safely, I have located vehicles and planes for all of us, and our coms will be in use until we get close to the dragons cave, we cannot locate it exactly, only that it is in the Arctic, somewhere, We believe its somewhere in the Arctic circle, so each of you will be landed in cities nearby and trek from there to the hazardous Ice around there, I have an inkling the egg lies beneath one of the large glacier"
" After the meeting we will all take off, but each of you will be issued with a gem" Mistress Redhead opened a box, in which several stones gleamed. “I have been made aware that the closer we get to Icing Death’s location the stronger these will glow, follow their lead and you will get there, whatever you face along the way be safe and remember that we are a family, each of us are here with our own agendas, but the greater goal, the greater promise of a world without evil is what drives us. I know and trust each of you with my life, and hope, nay trust that we will all get through this with everything intact" Glory wondered if the former Dragons had these stones too. This is why he didn't like magic so much. Way too unpredictable. Problems were best solved with fists.
Glory was going to be taking a plane with a few other groups. Wouldn't leave for a little bit yet, giving everyone time to get their stuff together. Glory threw a few things together, not much. He was about ready to go when hit with severe abdominal pain…kind of like before he had his appendix removed. He grit his teeth, trying to remember if he had been hurt recently. Probably. He didn't really keep track of his injuries anymore. He should probably stay back, he wasn't fit to go to the Arctic right now…no, no way was he missing this. As quickly as it had started, the pain ceased. Glory Nights shrugged, finished packing his bag. Then he boarded the plane, ready to go save a dragon.
Posted….I'm sorry that it's not very good, but I wanted to get SOMETHING up and I'm feeling really uninspired today.
Andy Whippoorwill, the vigilante known as Glory Nights, lay sprawled on the pavement. His face contorted angrily as he dreamed…it was a terrible dream. He was behind a desk. A pair of glasses kept slipping down his nose…but worst of all, people kept trying to return books! He awoke with a start, breathing hard. " Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" Glory Nights looked around for the source of the voice, moving his head at strange angles so he could see everything obscured by his missing eye. He did not have to look far. There were monitors everywhere. "WAKE UP!" Considering that Glory had already been up for a few minutes now, there were probably other people here…wherever here was. He looked more carefully at his surroundings. Ferris wheels, roller coasters….this was an amusement park. Glory Nights HATED amusement parks.
How did he get here? Last thing he remembered was having a little street fighting match…totally wiping the floor with his opponent. Had someone rigged the fight, and sent him here as some form of punishment? Wait…he had been hit in the back of the head by a bystander. Then everything had gone black. Something had stepped in front of the flickering lights of the fires lighting the fight…that would be whoever brought Glory Nights here. Well, they just made the worst mistake in their soon-to-be-short lives.
" You five are my guests of honor. Welcome to the grand opening of Tankworld! In case you uglies are dumb and blind, there's a fence of my own design surrounding the park. But just in case any of you super-bozos try to fly over it or something, I also gave you those pretty little collars. If you get outside the perimeter of the park, those collars around your necks send four five inch adamantium spikes into your throat. I spent a lot of time and effort stealing those, so don't try anything. If, after all that, you still try to cheat, I go nuclear and wipe out everything in a hundred miles. I'll be watching you at all times and my... associate... will see to it that Tankworld meets all your expectations. Run along, now. Enjoy the park. And remember, everyone plays my game... or everyone dies. HA! HA HA HA AHA HA AHA HA HA HA! " Glory Nights felt at his neck. There was indeed a metal ring there. Glory smirked. He could have it off in five seconds…but he couldn't as long as there was a threat of nuclear annihilation. Sure, he could just absorb the fallout, but most people couldn't. He'd have to play along with this madman's game for a little while…but as soon as he found an opening of any kind, WHAM! One-two punch, and they'd be out cold!
Where to start? He didn't really have to go on any of the rides or anything did he? If Glory Nights had to go on even one ride, there would be hell to pay. In an effort to stall, Glory began walking along the path, pretending to search for something that piqued his interest, while actually scoping out this abysmal place.
Glory Nights watched his new teammates fret over a simple question and answer session. It was all bull$#!^, Andy just didn't see the big deal. Hell, you could always lie…These heroes seemed like good folks, but they valued etiquette and taboos. They didn't see the uselessness of those outdated customs. Some laws kept people in line, sure…but others were just a waste of time. Not the kinda laws you'd go to jail for breaking…those were necessary. But all the things those musty old politicians wrote up, smoking hundred dollar cigars and driving fancy cars? Those were bull$#!^.
Andy was sprawled in an armchair, which he had steadfastly refused to offer to any of the rest of the team. In place of his costume, he was wearing torn jeans, black cowboy boots, a faded Pearl Jam t-shirt under a leather jacket. His eyepatch was flipped down, and he had a toothpick in his mouth. The guards had looked at him distastefully, and Andy had stared right back at them. Screw them. Didn't matter what they thought. They weren't the ones handing crime its @$$ on a silver platter.
Eclipse suddenly teleported somewhere. Andy glanced at the spot where he had been, then went back to resolutely staring at the wall. Meh. Teleportation wouldn't impress him. Andy flicked his toothpick onto the floor. He was going to prove exactly how little this bothered him. He was going to take a nap.
Andy awoke as a blinding flash of red light enveloped him. He was standing in front of a metal door, with a small, slitted window. They wanted to watch him? Okay, they could watch him. Andy stretched deliberately before kicking lightly on the door. It opened, and he went and slumped in the chair facing the desk, placing his feet on the iron surface. Andy turned his head and glanced lazily at the 'intimidating' man in the corner. Yeah, not so scary…he didn't have tentacles, he didn't have fangs, and Glory Nights could probably K.O him with one punch.
The female agent on the other side of the desk looked at Glory Nights distastefully…obviously she had had some scare tactic or other that he had just totally ruined. Instead, she glanced at a sheet, and began the questioning. " Your name for the record...full name please including whether you are registered" Andy made sure his boot was in just the right place on the table to cause maximum annoyance. "Andy Whippoorwill…not Andrew, not Anthony, just Andy. And registered? What the hell issat supposed ta mean? I'm not some food product." The agent looked at him, and pursed her lips. "How about I put this in language you'd understand? Is your identity public?" Andy shrugged. "Pro'ly. I don't wear a mask or nuthin'." This was not quite the response the agent was looking for. But it was clear enough that this surly vigilante was not registered.
"Moving on then; What is your current source of Income?" Andy yawned. "Nothin' at the moment. I take odd jobs from time to time when I'm pressed for cash. You know, fixing stuff, bounty hunting if I happen to run across a criminal, body-guarding…just what I can find." This answer at least seemed to be okay with the agent. Andy definitely looked like the kind of person who would just take random odd jobs.
" What is your place of Birth?" Andy didn't have to think at all about this one…he was always drilling it into other people's heads that he wasn't some country hick. "Chicago…the windy city. Or near it anyway." The agent leaned forwards slightly. "Near it?" Andy shrugged again. "Yeah. Don' have any hospital records, or any of that. I coulda been born anywhere within a few days radius. Not like I'd remember, I was a freakin' infant." The agent glanced at her clipboard. This man was not fitting in any of the little boxes the government preferred people to be inside. Well, maybe the other questions would provide more satisfactory answers.
" What is your mothers maiden name?" Andy rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Are you dense? I JUST SAID that I don't #$@%ing know! It could be anyone! It could be YOU for all I know! Does 'single dad' ring a bell?" Rather than being offended the agent smirked…."And what if I told you that we here know who it was? Would you like to hear that?" Andy did want to know…more than anything…but he wasn't going to admit it. He wasn't going to let the government think they had ANYTHING he wanted. So, much as it pained him, he refused. "%$#@ no! What would be the point? Some woman I never met? Someone who wasn't there for any of my life? No point. Let her remain a stranger to me." Almost as soon as Andy had said this he regretted it…but he was not going to beg for his mother's name. He'd find out who she was on his own…someday. The agent looked at him like she knew something he didn't. "If you insist…" Andy interrupted. "Just ask the next question already." The agent placed a piece of paper to the side, and continued.
" Tell us more about why your father chose to ignore your families’ long history of working within libraries…. For wrestling " The agent said this like the words left a foul taste in her mouth. Andy would not give her the pleasure of watching him get upset…he would keep a cool head…he would prove that she was stupid, and wrong, using logic…not his fists. "Because no one wants to spend their lives dealing with dusty %$#ing books. Who in their right mind would? From what I know of my family, they were just too 'quaint' to do anything better. Probably dad only even learned there was something outside of Dunwich from the cable TV that his parents eventually installed." Andy had never put much stock in books. The only thing they were good for was burning if you ran out of tinder, and hitting people over the head. He could read, but didn't find much use for the skill.
"If you say so…" The agent said, rolling her eyes. She could tell that she was hitting a sore spot by mentioning Andy's father. " Continuing on from the previous questions, why did you let your father die? His doctor was corrupt, why did you not do more to save him?" Andy grit his teeth, took his feet off the desk so he could lean towards the woman menacingly. The big agent standing in the corner shot him a glance, but did not move. "My dad didn't see a doctor. My family doesn't TRUST doctors. And why did I let him die? Because I was a %$#@ing KID and didn't know he was in trouble! He was a professional wrestler…he knew how to hide his injuries. I didn't know he was dying until it was much too late." This seemed to create a spark of interest in the agent. "And why doesn't your family trust doctors?" Andy scowled. "Because some quack killed my grandfather and stole his body. Which was later seen lumbering around without a head. That's why." The agent had lost interest midway through his sentence, and was already shuffling her papers.
"Your powers… were brought upon you in a way that causes us concern, how is it that you are able to control them? " Andy tilted his chair back. "My aunt taught me some tricks. Self-control stuff. Basically second-nature by now." The agent laughed once. "You? Self-control? But you once killed a man did you not?" Andy made a noncommittal gesture. "Yeah, what of it? I was still learning boxing, and I accidentally punched his nose into his brain. Any martial artist could have made the same mistake. Well, I know what I'm doing now, so that kinda thing doesn't happen any more." The agent looked at him disapprovingly. "Why have you done no jail time?" Andy looked back at her disapprovingly. "Because it was deemed manslaughter, and the court decided I did more good than harm. And the jail had just burned down thanks to some crazy pyro." That kind of answer was completely infuriating to government people, who wanted everything to run like clockwork. Andy was the kind of person who like jamming sticks into clocks to make sure they couldn't work. Still, the agent needed to keep her cool…it was part of the job description. Showing extreme emotion made people like Andy think they'd won. And that was most certainly not the point of this interview.
" Explain the situation surrounding the loss of your eye" Andy had been hoping she'd ask that…he flipped his eyepatch up, revealing the mangled socket. "You mean THIS eye?" He tapped the edge of the wound, eagerly searching the agent's face for any reaction. Andy thought he saw mild disgust, but he could have just been projecting. "Yes. That eye." she finally said as Andy refused to say anything. "Weeelll…I was just heading home after futilely trying to find something to do in the dump which is known as Dunwich. An' these freaks jumped me…five or six of 'em. Some of Whateley's mutant spawn. They have some sort of feud with my family. So these delinquents grabbed me with their tentacles, and kept me pinned to a stone slab. Got all crazy, chanting and whatnot, and then one of them stuck their tongue in my eye. Completely destroyed it. Not that I'd want one, but apparently the socket is too misshapen for a glass eye. And that is how I lost my eye." The agent checked something off.
" What was your involvement in the Skrull Invasion?" Andy squinted at her, confused. "What's a Skrull? Is it like a Whateley? Do they have tentacles an' stuff?" The agent put down her clipboard and glowered at him. "Really Andrew, you don't know what a Skrull is? The aliens who almost took over Earth, led to the extreme sacrifices of your teammates?" Andrew looked at her blankly, not even bothering to correct her on his name. "Never heard of 'em. Are they like the Mi-Go? I know those. Oh, and is this about that Constantine guy? I'm pretty sure I was given his slot on the team. Not sure though, I don't really keep up with politics". Glory Nights was hopeless. And he hadn't really shown the hot-temper he was known for…the agent was beginning to suspect that he was not who he said he was. Still, one more question...
" What can you tell us about your other team mates here, is there anything... or anyone among them you feel is a threat to the government?" Andy leaped to his feet, balling his fists. This was the last straw"How dare you doubt them! Those heroes have saved your sorry hides more times than I can count! And you wonder if they're a threat to you? Shouldn't you be throwing them a parade? Giving them medals? But you ask if they're a THREAT?!" The menacing agent in the corner stepped towards Andy. "And you! Get back! You don't scare me! But you both…are worthless WORMS! All you do is serve a system meant for…what? Not the good of the people…if you don't even recognize the good of an organization like the Champions of Peace. I'm done with you people!" Andy stormed towards the door, only stopping to flip off the agents. War Killer could deal with these ingrates. %$#^ the consequences.
After Glory Nights had left, the agent marked another box on her clipboard…that was him alright…yes, he was a rude and uneducated individual, but he was not a malignant alien. And the bureau had plenty of information to hold over his head….like who his mother was. An individual named Ivy. Ivy Whateley.
Storms out
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