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Post by DocQuantum on Aug 4, 2019 1:37:43 GMT
Junior JSA versus Spam!
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 17, 2022 1:11:03 GMT
Pt 8
“An angel, huh?” Flare said skeptically as they watched the enormous mansion from a distance.
“That was the closest approximation that I could think of that you would understand, mortal,” Ariel said in an echoing voice.
“Then what are you?” Arrowette asked.
“A being not unlike the Spectre,” Ariel answered. “Like him, I serve the Presence, but not out of penance. I serve out of love… of worship and gratitude as do all who follow him.”
“Sounds like an angel,” Superboy said.
“Call me what you will,” Ariel said. “Your earthly senses would not be able to comprehend our word for ourselves.”
“Well, whatever you are, we’re certainly glad to have you amongst us,” Static said. “I didn’t bloody relish the thought of facing someone like Faust. I can wrap my head around super villains. But magic?”
“Have no fear of Faust,” Ariel said. “Since he is not expecting me, he will not have warded his home against me?”
Whiz Kid suddenly appeared. “I took a quick spin around the perimeter. I was moving too fast to be seen, but there are cameras everywhere.
“Great,” Superboy said. “Unless we figure out a way passed them, so much for the element of surprise.”
“It’s not as if they aren’t expecting us,” Arrowette said.
“They don’t know when we’ll show up, though,” Damage said.
“So they’ll be ready, but not ‘too’ ready,” Flare laughed ruefully. “Awesome.”
“So does anyone have a plan?” Whiz Kid asked. They all looked at each other in awkward silence.
“I wish Batwing were here,” Superboy said.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 17, 2022 1:33:37 GMT
Pt9
A bound and gagged Batwing struggled against his bonds. His cry of frustration was muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth.
“Stop shaking the table!” Dollface scolded. “You’ll make me spill the tea!”
The two of them were sitting at a pink child’s tea party table. The other seats were occupied by dolls and stuffed toys.
“You wouldn’t have to wear that duck tape if you weren’t such a Mister Potty-Mouth,” Dollface said.
She turned to a doll in a princess outfit and said sweetly, “Princess Pollyanna, would you care for some more tea?... why yeas, it is chamomile.” She then turned to a stuffed T-Rex. “You about you, Mr. Rex?” She then poured the stuffed dinosaur a cup of imaginary tea.
Just then, a large figure loomed in the doorway. “Doll-ee no invite Kid Grundy to tea party?”
Dollface, for once, appeared to be at a loss for words. “Well, … uh…”
“Doll-ee and Grundy always have tea parties together!” the zombified youth said. “You forget Grundy!”
“I… uh..”
“Doll-ee loves new boyfriend more than Kid Grundy!” he said with hurt in his voice.
Dollface gestured to Batwing, tied to his pink wooden chair. “Of course, Dolly doesn’t love him more than her chalky-baby! We were just waiting for a free chair.” Kid Grundy started to point at the various in confusion.
“One just became free!” Dollface said, shoving a Teddy Bear in a jacket and tie out of its chair. “Mister Bearrister has to be in court to help his client beat a murder rap. So you can have his chair!”
“Yea!” Kid Grundy exclaimed. He sat down in the undersized chair which began to creak under the strain.
“Tea with my two favorite guys,” Dollface said blissfully. “How lucky can one girl get.”
Batwing began to sweat nervously as a jealous Kid Grundy stared daggers at him.
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Post by jonclark on Nov 17, 2022 18:16:44 GMT
Enjoyed catching up with this story. Glad to see the JSAJr and their villainous counterparts return.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 17, 2022 22:08:24 GMT
Thanks, Jon. I've been meaning to get back to this one for years!
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Post by dans on Nov 17, 2022 23:27:39 GMT
Wow, Starsky, I dropped the ball on this one. It is awesome to see you picking it up again. For a while, at least, you shouldn't count on me for new chapters - maybe there is someone else who can work with you?
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 18, 2022 2:06:40 GMT
Wow, Starsky, I dropped the ball on this one. It is awesome to see you picking it up again. For a while, at least, you shouldn't count on me for new chapters - maybe there is someone else who can work with you? I've got at least the next couple of chapters thought out, so hopefully more will hit me.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 18, 2022 17:34:47 GMT
Pt 10
Star Sapphire awoke to find herself in a dark room. The lights suddenly turned on, causing her to blink rapidly as her eyes adjusted.
“Oh good. You’re awake,” an all too familiar voice said with an aristocratic flare.
When her vision cleared, she found herself in an octagonal room with a mirrored ceiling, floor, and walls. “I’m sure your cell seems very familiar,” Faust said.
“Yeah, it looks just like the place where I kicked your slimy butt!” Star Sapphire called out to the disembodied voice of Faust.
“That’s your version of events,” Faust said drolly. “Mine is that you got lucky. Very lucky. It won’t happen again.”
“You think so?” Star Sapphire said defiantly. “Well, mirrors can be broken!’ With that, she fired an energy blast at the mirrored wall directly in front of her.
The room filled with Faust’s laughter as the blast bounced off the mirror, bounced off another, and began ricocheting around the room until it struck Star Sapphire across her upper arm.
She let out a startled cry when, instead of being reabsorbed, it burned her. “AAGH! What the hell?”
“I should mention that these mirrors have been enchanted to change your blasts, making them dangerous to you. So every attempt of yours to leave this room will give you a little taste of what you did to me. Do keep trying, though.” The room was filled with Faust’s taunting laughter and then the PA system cut off.
Star Sapphire sat on the floor, cross legged, and rested her chin on her knuckles. If he expected her to just give up, he was sorely mistaken. This would require some thought, though.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 18, 2022 19:07:10 GMT
Pt 11
Coral’s mouth was so dry it felt as if it were filled with cotton. Her arms ached from the chains holding her up by her wrists. Her vision was cloudy, both from her own sweat and the haze created by the heat of the sauna serving as her cell. The heat was turned up to the maximum level.
She had no idea how long she had been imprisoned there. Her head was swimming, so time had lost any meaning.
Suddenly, a face cut through the haze to appear before her. He wore aa blue and white mask covering the top half of his face and he had a blue mohawk.
“This is bulls—t,” he said. “I didn’t sign up to kill anybody.”
He lifted her chin gently and brought a glass of cold water to her parched lips. “Here. It’s the best I can do right now. I’m going to do something about this, though. I promise.”
Coral drank the water eagerly. Somehow, it was the best tasting water she had ever had.
“I’ll be back,” Bluestreak said, fading from view. “I’m going to do something,” he repeated.
“Wait…,” Coral said weakly.
“I’ll be back. Just wait,” he said, disappearing. She heard the sauna door close behind him.
What else could she do but wait? She pulled against her chains uselessly. The water had removed the cotton feeling from her mouth and throat and helped clear her head. It had been nowhere near enough to give her back her strength, though. At least she now knew that not all her captors were monsters.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 21, 2022 2:45:39 GMT
PT 12
Bluestreak charged angrily into the living room where Faust and R-Ban were watching television. “Hey, Faust!” he shouted. “I have a big problem with what is going on with Coral!”
“Mitch… Mitch…,” Faust said calmly. “Don’t worry. There will be other cute redheads.” R-Ban snickered at his reply.
“That’s not it and you know it,” Bluestreak snapped.
“Are you saying you don’t like fried fish?” Faust said wryly.
“I didn’t sign up to be an accomplice to murder!” Bluestreak exclaimed.
“You were here helping our friend Mr Jupiter set up for our captives, so you didn’t see her go toe to toe with Kid Grundy,” Faust said. We need to make sure she stays depowered.”
“Well, you’re overdoing it!” Bluestreak exclaimed. “It’s killing her!”
“We do need her alive,” Faust said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I suppose we should turn down the heat.”
“Really?” Bluestreak said.
“Yes, really,” Faust replied, making R-Ban give him a stunned look.
“Well, … uh… good,” Bluestreak said in surprise before turning to leave.
“You’re actually giving in to the scrawny blue-haired one?” R-Ban exclaimed.
“He’s right about one thing. I have no plans to kill the captives,” Faust said.
Then what is the point of all this?” R-Ban said, outraged.
“I said ‘I’ had no plans to kill them. Once we have the whole team, I plan to auction that privilege to the many enemies of the JSA. I would think one of them would pay quite handsomely to be able to hit the JSA where it hurts the most. Don’t you?”
R-Ban broke into a wide grin. “I like the way you think.”
“I thought you would like that,” Faust said. The two of them went back to watching television.
“I still do not know why these two are called the Duke Boys!” R-Ban said, gesturing to the TV set. “I have watched three of these episodes with you so far and they have yet to give any indication at all that they are of royal bearing!”
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Post by DocQuantum on Nov 21, 2022 8:43:58 GMT
Ooh, new chapters! Thanks for a good read! That Faust is such a fun character to write, isn't he? I always picture the voice of Sebastian from that Cruel Intentions movie, which I think was the original inspiration back when we wrote the first Junior Injustice Society story.
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Post by starskyhutch76 on Nov 21, 2022 18:27:59 GMT
Faust is really fun. He has a definite voice when writing him. Also fun is the insane friendship of Dollface and Kid Grundy!
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