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Post by dans on Jul 21, 2017 23:21:27 GMT
Hey, Starsky, the last sentence in this paragraph needs a touch up:
"“This is Kid Grundy and the Darkling.” He nodded to the two girls and said, “Your lovely dinner companions are Dollface and Tigress. I’m sure out which one is which.”"
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Jul 22, 2017 1:29:08 GMT
Good idea to bring back R-Ban. He would hold a genuine grudge against Superboy. U-Ban is R-Ban's father, but who is his mother? I don't think it was mentioned in the story in which he first appeared. Perhaps U-Ban seduced (or kidnapped) a woman from Thoron to be his bride, since that is the Earth-2 version of Daxam, and thus has compatible genes for Kryptonians. I think Goosegansler did make a woman from Theron be U-Ban's bride.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Jul 22, 2017 1:34:41 GMT
Hey, Starsky, the last sentence in this paragraph needs a touch up: "“This is Kid Grundy and the Darkling.” He nodded to the two girls and said, “Your lovely dinner companions are Dollface and Tigress. I’m sure out which one is which.”" Thanks. I fixed it.
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Post by johnreiter902 on Jul 23, 2017 12:28:39 GMT
Good idea to bring back R-Ban. He would hold a genuine grudge against Superboy. U-Ban is R-Ban's father, but who is his mother? I don't think it was mentioned in the story in which he first appeared. Perhaps U-Ban seduced (or kidnapped) a woman from Thoron to be his bride, since that is the Earth-2 version of Daxam, and thus has compatible genes for Kryptonians. I think Goosegansler did make a woman from Theron be U-Ban's bride. R-Ban says in his first appearance that his father sired him on a captured Thoronian woman, and manipulated his genetics while he was in the womb so R-Ban would be genetically 100% kryptonian.
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Post by johnreiter902 on Jul 23, 2017 12:36:28 GMT
pt 3 R-Ban stood on the edge of a sheer cliff, looking down at the expanse below. His once proud countenance had become crazed and desperate. His fine Kryptonian attire was now torn and ragged. His once neat hair was now shaggy and matted, hanging nearly to his shoulders and his once fair complexion was tanned and weather beaten due to the harsh red sun. The first two months he had been trapped upon this world, he had sworn to make Superboy pay. Eventually, he began to focus less and less on the boy of steel and more on his own desperation. Had his father noticed he was gone? Was anyone looking for him? Desperation gave way to despair. If no one was looking for him … if no one was coming … then he would end his torment on his own terms. He wondered if this time, he had finally reached a point high enough to end his ordeal. Each prior attempt had simply left him bruised and bleeding but with no serious injuries. Kryptonians in this universe weren’t completely powerless under a red sun, but he had been horrified to discover that Superboy, hailing from the Krypton of the Earth-prime universe, had kept all his powers and would have continued to do so as long as his cells maintained their yellow solar charge. So, while he was stranded there, his enemy was simply able to fly away after delivering a humiliating defeat. He raised his hands up in a T formation and prepared to launch himself into the air. His feet left the cliff edge and air whipped past him as he soared upwards into the air. Then gravity took hold and he began to fall. As he plummeted, he thought of his father. Would he think him a coward for taking the easy way out? Would he be ashamed of him? No, he reassured himself. He would think he was leaving on his own terms. It’s what he would have done. Suddenly, a large black hole appeared in midair beneath him. With the rate of his descent, there was no avoiding it and he fell through. He was surrounded by darkness for a few seconds and then he suddenly landed on a carpeted floor. His eyes blinked rapidly at the sudden reappearance of light and he discovered he was laying on an oriental rug. When he rose to his feet, he was startled to see two blonde girls kneeling at a coffee table. One was dressed like some sort of baby doll. The other wore tiger striped spandex biking shorts with a matching midriff baring long sleeved top, black boots, and tiger ears. On the table between them was an open pizza box. “Hiya, handsome!” Dollface said. “Want some pizza?” Normally, R-Ban would have dismissed it as peasant food. Now, he quickly kneeled with them and attacked it like a starving man… which he was. “Hey, leave some for everybody else!” Tigress laughed. “Everybody else?” R-Ban said, his mouth still half full. Part of him was disappointed to hear that it wasn’t just him and the two pretty, long-haired blondes. “She means us,” a distinguished voice said from behind him. “I am Faust.” When he turned, he saw a black haired young man who appeared to be in his late teens. He was wearing a red robe with a high black collar and wide black trimmed cuffs. Beside him stood a cadaverous, muscle bound, grey skinned youth dressed in rags and a figure who appeared to be made of shadow. “This is Kid Grundy and the Darkling.” He nodded to the two girls and said, “Your lovely dinner companions are Dollface and Tigress. I’m sure you can figure out which one is which.” “Why have you brought me here?” R-Ban asked. “Not that I’m complaining,” he said, taking in the opulent surroundings. “We have a score to settle with the same one responsible for stranding you on that world… both him and his friends. Are you interested?” “Oh, I’m interested,” R-Ban said. “Very interested.” Really great idea adding R-Ban to the team! You're really getting the all-stars of young villains. I assume this takes place between his first appearance and his appearance in "Black Magic Love"
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Jul 24, 2017 1:02:48 GMT
Is that story in the archives? I tried to make sure I was up on all references to R-Ban.
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Post by DocQuantum on Jul 24, 2017 1:07:25 GMT
Is that story in the archives? I tried to make sure I was up on all references to R-Ban. It's an unfinished story.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Jul 29, 2017 1:19:08 GMT
The teenaged boy let out a groan as sunlight cut through the crack in the vertical blinds and struck him in the face. The youth in question was Mitch Crandall, aka Bluestreak. The first thing he noticed upon awakening was that his head hurt. With his increased metabolism, the fact that he had a hangover spoke volumes about the amount he had to drink the night before. He climbed out of the large king-sized bed and slipped on a pair of tattered blue jeans as he sat on the edge. He ran his hands over his blue mohawk as he struggled to get his bearings. He reached for the Dead Kennedys t-shirt that was hanging off the lamp on the night stand and slipped it on. As he walked into the hallway, he saw that it was littered with beer cans and liquor bottles from the previous night. There was graffiti spray painted on the hotel art work.
When he walked out into the main living area, he saw the champagne bottle jutting out of the center of the suite’s large screen TV. Beer cans and cigarette butts floated in the large tropical fish tan, as well. “Well, this is going to cost me,” Mitch said, wincing.
“Yes, you have quite a few costs racing up. Don’t you?” he heard an aristocratic voice say. When he turned, he saw the red robed figure of Faust sitting at a table going through Mitch’s bills.
“What do you want?” Mitch said.
“Can an old friend not check in on another?” Faust said innocently.
“Is that what we are now?” Mitch said. “Old friends?”
“You wound me,” Faust said. “We might not be as close as you and your friend Stretch, Stretch, but we have been through quite a bit together.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been trying to put that behind me,” Mitch said.
“Yes, I see,” Faust said, looking at the bills. “… food trucks sent to the Gotham street kids you and Stretch used to count yourselves among…. How very benevolent of you. So are you and Stretch… what’s the vernacular… ‘good guys’ now?”
“I’m just trying to live my life the best I can, man,” Mitch said.
“Good to hear,” Faust said, flipping through the bills. “Super hero-ing is a rich man’s game and the way you apparently go through money …. Good lord! Did you really pay the Clash to play a girlfriend’s birthday party?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I hope you got lucky,” Faust said, shaking his head.
“Of course, I did,” Mitch said. “You’re loaded. Why aren’t you a super hero, then?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have your aspirations of nobility,” Faust replied.
“That’s what I thought,” Mitch chuckled. “Again, what do you want?”
“I’ll be blunt, then. I know you and Mitch had a big score a while back. And while he and his lovely wife are settling down for a life of mundane suburbia, you’ve been doing your best to turn the movie ‘Brewster’s Millions’ into a documentary of your life. Soon, you will be destitute and there will be no more food trucks to feed the hungry youth of Gotham.”
Mitch looked solemn. “So, what do you suggest?”
“Join up with me and your old friends,” Faust said. With a wave of his hands, the damage to the luxury hotel suite was suddenly fixed, returning it to pristine condition. Mitch breathed a sigh of relief.
“We will help you get back on your feet,” Faust continued. And you will help us with our endeavors in return. And once you are financially solvent, you can go back to making sure your street urchin friends never go hungry or bored again.”
“Okay,” Mitch said. With a flash, he was suddenly in his Bluestreak costume.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Faust said. With another wave of his hand, the two suddenly disappeared from the hotel suite.
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Post by DocQuantum on Jul 29, 2017 3:39:05 GMT
I love Mitch. He's such a "go-with-the-flow" kind of guy. Hopefully his lucky streak continues, or he might be getting himself into some biiiiig trouble.
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Post by johnreiter902 on Jul 29, 2017 12:59:26 GMT
And the gang's all here (I think). Now the fun can commence. I can't really say I'm surprised how easily Bluestreak caved. I never thought his reformation went more than skin deep.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Sept 2, 2017 3:54:11 GMT
It’s a little known fact that the most private room in Gotham City’s most exclusive restaurant has only one table. This was the prestigious Glass Room. It earned its name for its intersecting skylight and two glass walls, giving diners the illusion of being outside and offering a view that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the city.
On this night, the Glass Room had a table set for two. One of the diners was a silver haired man in his 60s. He wore an expensive, finely tailored Armani suit. The blonde he was dining with was nothing short of breathtaking. She wore a black silk mermaid style gown and a matching pearl choker and bracelets.
Like most girls with model looks, she was able to use make-up and the right clothes to hide the fact that she was what was commonly known as jailbait. She figured that most of the men she bilked out of their fortunes wouldn’t have cared anyway.
Henrietta King, known to the world as Savant, had promised John Garrick aka Whiz Kid that she would be good, but this was Lorn Jupiter a known underworld player. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to take someone like him for everything he had.
One waiter poured her another glass of champagne as another brought a silver platter to their table. “Oysters?” Savant said, raising an eyebrow. ‘What was this old coot thinking?’ looking at the rumored aphrodisiac.
“With any luck, we’ll find a few more pearls to go with the ones I’ve already given you,” he said, gesturing to the ones she wore.
“Yes, that was very sweet of you, Lorn,” she tittered girlishly, bringing a delicate hand up to her pearl choker.
She took the opportunity to make eye contact with him. When their eyes connected, a channel was opened between them. Normally, this would be when her mind would push forward and take control of the other person. She was unprepared, though, when she found an opposing force pushing back. Caught by surprise, her defenses were quickly overwhelmed and she found herself frozen in place.
A trickle of blood ran down from Lorn Jupiter’s right nostril. He brought a napkin up to dab at it as he let out an annoyed sigh.
Faust stepped out from behind the curtain leading to the private kitchen. “Is it done?” he asked.
“For now,” Jupiter said. “You might want to add a little of that bippity boppity boop of yours to keep her under control.”
“I can do that,” Faust said.
“If we hadn’t taken her by surprise, that little chippy coulda flattened me,” Lorn Jupiter said. “She’s probably as powerful as her old man. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get her to fight for you again.”
“We’ll see what we can do,” Faust said. “At the very least, she might make a handy hostage to bring Whiz Kid under control.”
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Post by johnreiter902 on Sept 2, 2017 14:22:54 GMT
I really liked this chapter. I'm glad you decided that Savant wouldn't join willingly. I have high hopes for her.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Sept 2, 2017 22:20:00 GMT
Thanks! I figured Whiz Kid had to have had some influence on her. Faust isn't very good at taking no for an answer, though.
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Post by dans on Sept 2, 2017 22:34:59 GMT
I really liked this chapter. I'm glad you decided that Savant wouldn't join willingly. I have high hopes for her. I agree, thanks, Starsky, for not having her go all the way back to her former ways. I can see her 'yielding' to temptation in order to punish powerful, evil men, though, as you showed here.
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Post by DocQuantum on Sept 3, 2017 2:32:42 GMT
Agreed. Great chapter. Good to see that bit of character development is still in play. Is Lorn Jupiter the Earth-2 Loren Jupiter?
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