(01/28/10 - 22:41:27 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : The bedroom was dark.. her hair was spread out on the feathery soft pillow, her hand tucked under her cheek. she was asleep, but it was anything but restful. behind closed lashes her eyes darted left and right, her muscles tensed in her legs, and she took quite a few aggitated breaths. she was dreaming.. but was it really a dream, or her worst nightmare? The axe split the air with razorlike precision. The sound that it made as it impacted the mighty helmet he wore rang all across the Themysciran landscape. The men stood and stared, their jaws on the sand. Her mother and the other Amazons simply wore looks of pride... for she had done something they'd never themselves been able to accomplish. Not even as a group. She let out a fiercesome scream that was as mighty as it was terrifying, the handle of the axe slipping from her grip. He screamed.... something unearthly sounding.... and fell. Then there was silence back in the darkened bedroom, her forehead was damp from prespiration. she tossed and turned in the bed, throwing her arm across the other side of the bed, she was unaware how cold the sheets were. but then, that side of the bed often stayed cold. she let out a moan and tossed again, this time her hand connecting with the bedside lamp, knocking it to the floor. the crash roused young Stephanie Wayne from her sleep and she pulled on a robe and slipped from her room, running down the hall. she wouldn't hear the knock at the door or the knob turning. all she could hear was the scream.. that unearthly, unending scream. "Diana? Hey Di.. are you okay? I heard a crash?" the young girl's voice drifted into the room through the silence, but she received no answer. creeping into the darkend room, she made her way to her adopted father's empty side of the bed and climbed up. reaching out, she touched the princess' shoulder and shook it gently "Di... Di it's Steph. Wake up. Please wake up. You're having a nightmare!" there came a stopping of her breathing and then one sharp, deep gasp, before she shot up in the bed, her eyes wild. it took her a moment to figure out where she was and when she finally saw the blonde girl's concerned face through sleep hazy eyes, she swallowed softly "Stephanie? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" Steph simply shot her a look and curled up beside her in the large bed "Di.. you were having a bad dream. I heard a crash and I came to see if everything was okay. Do you.. remember any of it? The dream?" while it was more than vividly clear in her memory, she shook her head and smiled faintly

(01/28/10 - 22:41:36 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : "No, no I'm afraid not. I'm sure it was nothing. I'm willing to bet your father has plenty of bad dreams. Please don't worry about me. And.. could we keep this between you and I? Bruce has enough to worry about." the young girl bit her lip, a sure sign she was unsure if making this pact with her almost stepmother was wise or not. after a moment, she nodded softly "Okay Di. I won't tell Dad about this, but.. I think you should talk to him yourself. You know? Just cause of how you feel about each other?" she shrugged a bit and shook her head "No. I.. I don't know Stephanie. Lately your father and I barely see one another. I'm really uncertain as to.. what's really going on. Everything started off fine, but since the prostitution ring involving the Amazons, he's really been avoiding me. Or maybe I'm avoiding him. I wonder if it isn't time to.. take a bit of time away?" the girl's eyes widened and she shook her head "No way Di.. no. That just can't happen. We need you around here. Dad's just.. well he's Dad! Just talk to him okay? For real. What can it hurt?" she glanced at the young girl and sent her another smile "You are your father's daughter, Stephanie. A credit... to be certain. You run on back to bed now. I'll be fine." pecking the girl on the cheek before she slid out of the bed, Diana leaned back against the pillows and sighed quietly. glancing at the empty side of the bed, it tug at her. She missed him. It hurt to not have him be there when she really needed him, but she was Wonder Woman. she could handle anything. Even if it meant handling it by herself

(01/28/10 - 22:46:38 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -It has waited since the dawn of time. It has sat silent and still and it has waited. Mankind... has such potential for self destruction. It watches a group of children in the street. Some dressed in camafloge clothing, playing with G.I. Joe figures. They fly their jets in their hands and make machine gun sounds and explosions. One boy, kicks down the fort of the oppossing side. The game is war and every youth is taught it in the most early stages of childhood in the most innocent of ways but every child is taught... As another boy pretends to shoot another, the child being 'shot' grabs his chest and falls down, pretending to be dead... ...to kill... The children look around a wind blows and they feel someone there with them. An over whelming presence like a parent proud of their own children. Then it is gone. It begins to take to shape with a punch. Followed by a kick. The combatant brings their elbo down into the back of his opponet. Men huddle around, bills in hand, betting on who will be the winner. Smoke and dim lighting cascade this arena of underground fighting. From out of the eye of one of the spectators, a dim blue haze hovers in the corner watching... and vanishes... -In the Middle East, Palenstinian troops square off against Israelie soldiers. Tanks tear up sand, mortars explode. The campaign is another attempt to try and reclaim the Gaza Strip. Private Arab Abdul would later have an incredible tale to tell. As the battle was nearing to the end, Private Abdul caught sight of what looked like a civilan in the midst of the desert. Abdul ran down into the querary to grab this stranger only to find it wasn't a person at all but a simple... brain with eyes attached with nerve endings, a faint circulatory system Just floating there. The brain stem turned and those free floating eyes stared back at Private Abdul. A mortar went off and sand erupted up all around. The brain swivelled and the floating eyes stared up at the planes flying over head. But Private Abdul saw it... he saw it clear as the blue sky... this... whatever it was... it was enjoying this conflict as if thriving from it.-

(01/28/10 - 22:52:37 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : she couldn't get back to sleep. she'd been having the dream regularly since she slew him. she'd taken Maxwell Lord's life, yet he didn't haunt her dreams this badly. why.. why then could she simply not get this out of her mind? as evil as Lord was, this creature was worse... much worse! the embodiment of evil and hatred and war...... the bringer of his partner in crime, Death. yet even Death had honor, but this creature had none! she slid out of the bed and walked to the window. pulling back one side of the curtains, she glanced out into the darkness. the moon had an oddly blue haze surrounding it tonight.. odd. that was most certainly odd

(01/28/10 - 22:57:15 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -It began during the dawn of time. When a body dies and soul passes on, time becomes a two-way street of linear progression. For mortals and Gods alike. It waited and fed, each small skirmish just a nurishment of food to hold it in place. The year was 1932, the atom is split for the first time... like a man and a woman meeting for the first time. In 1945, the ending of a brutal world war waged in the East. Two bombs were dropped on two unsuspecting cities... Hiroshima and Nagasaki It becomes a sexual act! The bomb is dropped as if the city is a woman's sex, ripped open by powerful manhood! The explosion is the seed and the destruction the womb of a woman! Dessolation is the child. As the physical splitting of atoms is a symbolic splitting of cells during pregnacey. The world is once more carrying a child of war in its womb... Anyone can slay someone in cold blood... in self defense, Princess but it is nothing compared to slaughtering part of nature. You murdered a God... Deicide... First Degree... deprieving the world of war and battle is a crime against nature, like stoping the heavens from raining and snowing. It's a stock and over used saying, 'Death is not the end but the begining' however for Gods, death is never an end... The moon hung in the sky, a bright metalic blue glow. Like in the play, you feel a chill run down your naked spine as you remember the blind beggar warning of 'The Ides of March!'

(01/28/10 - 23:08:31 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : she watched that blue haze as it gripped the moon in an almost icy death grip. despite the temperature in the room being quite comfortable, she shivered. drawing away from the window, she walked to the large closet and pulled out a tshirt and jeans. she slipped the tshirt over her head and pulled the jeans on. walking barefooted from the bedroom, she crept down the stairs and into the large kitchen. as she began to prepare herself a cup of tea, a light flickered on behind her and she turned "Alfred! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I.. was just needing a cup of tea to help me get back to sleep." he walked over and took the kettle from her hand and pushed her into a bar stool "You sit Mistress Diana. I'll handle the tea. Why don't you tell me what has you roaming my kitchen in the middle of the night." she slid a hand through her hair and leaned back slowly "Alfred, do you believe your dreams... can be a message for you?"

(01/28/10 - 23:15:13 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -Five children of an Immaculate conception were born a while ago on Themyscira. Four males and one female, taken under the cloak of Ares. A God when defeated... slaughtered... murdered... A sound of an axe splitting a skull down the middle. The lowest depths of Hades. The tortured souls of those who have died in living Hell of war claw at his naked soul, his being. It has taken a long time but the God of War has pulled his torn soul back together. However a God's immortality has a price. He may be reformed incoporeal but his coporeal form is not an option. Without a cult or temple to manifest within, Ares is no more a threat as Casper the Friendly Ghost. And that is where the five Immaculate children play their role. Seperated, sent to foster homes, aging gracefully, quicker than normal children would, all have entered their late teens. Their purpose fast becoming clear. The five teens meet in Gotham City, the home of the prize. An abandoned warehouse, the female watches as the four males square off against one another. The act of fighting over the right to a woman is something that all females deep down find... allurring...

(01/28/10 - 23:24:28 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : "A message of what sort, Mistress Diana?" speaking with her as he kept his eye on the water now filling the tea kettle "That's the thing of it Alfred. I'm uncertain. I've been having a reoccurring nightmare for some time now. It is always the same, always leaves me shaken. I simply do not know what to make of it. Or the reason I cannot stop having it." he shut the tap off and put the lid on the kettle before placing it on the gas oven's burner plate. a few "clicks" and a "woosh" as the burner ignited, he turned to her once more "Mistress Diana, perhaps this dream is meant to make you aware? I am no expert on the nature of our dreams, but one typically does dream when their mind is preoccupied with a subject of some nature. Would this subject be.. Master Bruce?" she shook her head lightly and frowned just a bit "I wish it were. I wish it were something I could confront, but it isn't Alfred. This dream is replaying nightly an act I committed in the name of honor.. and in protection. Yet when I dream, it never seems to feel this clear cut any longer. I wake up some nights with a feeling of.. guilt." he walked over and eased himself down in the stool opposite her own. reaching across the counter, he patted her hand reassuringly "Mistress Diana, you have an enormous heart. Your sense of what is right and wrong is almost as large as that heart of yours. I would be quite surprised to find you lacking guilt. For anything you've done. Even things done in the name of good... carry guilt."

(01/28/10 - 23:35:50 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -A private fight rages. Four young men all out for themselves. The prize, writhing in ecstasy awaiting her Master. Crates crash as one male is kicked through a wooden crate. Another grabs a wooden splinter, a jagged edge and fends off two of the larger males. As one male lunges at the armed one, he thrusts the wooden make shift weapon up into the air. With a sickening rip, it tears one of the males open. Blood spilling and spraying all over. The female sits up, attenative like a bitch in heat in her hind legs, 'BLOOD! Blood has bene spilt!' The other remaining three fight. They punch, they grab, thrust and kick. They use their elbos and palms, knees, everything available to them until two others are dead and one remains. As he approaches the female, his body covered in gore and sweat, she sits up on the edge of a crate and watches him attenatively. He has won her, won the right to claim her. Grabbing her body with soiled hands, he hikes her skirt, she uses her hands and frees his manhood. Ragging and pulsating in her grip. He is huge and she is wet. Huge with desire and wet with need. She screams as he thrusts his cock into her and takes her. Repeated thrusts, Their coupling almost like an act of war. The winning the right to spread... his seed. As he arches his back with one final thrust, screaming out and seed her he does! He collapses onto her and they kiss. He pulls from her as she caresses his cheek and with a smile, she snaps his neck! She is now covered in blood, sex and gore... the three parts of war... The Immaculate Plan! Four warriors and one spoils of war! Her hand cups her stoamch as she feels it, growing, it has begun to grow as her belly swells... Five Immaculate Children... Four males fight till one remains, the ultimate warrior... one female, a spoils of war meant to carry the seed of the fallen warrior. The Spoils of War screams as her belly has become huge in minutes, her water breaking and spilling on the warehouse floor!

(01/28/10 - 23:47:43 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : the tea kettle whistled and he released her hand and slipped off the barstool to remove the kettle from the burner "Stephanie says I should talk with Bruce about these nightmares. I'm not sure I can speak with him about anything. How.. do you do it, Alfred?" he was pouring the boiling water into a mug as he spoke, his back turned "How do I do what, Mistress Diana?" she rested her cheek on her hand and sighed "Love him. How.. how can you Alfred? Knowing how he is? How do you know that you are loved in return?" he turned and set a small tray down on the bar, complete with her mug of tea, creamer, and a small bowl full of sugar cubes "It sounds like to me, Mistress Diana, this is weighing just as heavily on your mind as is your dream. You are concerned he is not here to depend upon. Not when you truly need him. Is that it?" as she spooned the creamer into the tea and added the sugar, she swallowed rather hard. it was obvious he'd struck a nerve "Yes Alfred. I believe no matter what, I am going to come in third for him. The "Bat" comes first, then Stephanie, and lastly me. And there are some times I worry if I'm even making the list at all."

(01/28/10 - 23:56:49 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: The Mother of War stumbles. She screams and cries as her womb is shredded. Out from the torn female body drops a small baby, born in blood and amniaotic fluid. The female drops dead, like her four brothers, her purpose served. The baby stands. It grows as it stumbles, slowly walking as it ages. The ambilical cord drops, detatched from the body. Soon a baby to a young infant then growing to a small boy, a tall teen and then into a full grown adult. Reeling in the ambilical cord, wrapping it up as one would... a lasso. His body covered in blood and gore, he sees the bodies of his Immaculate Children. Reaching down he drags them closer... In the morning, the Gotham Police will find five bodies skinned! Human flesh makes excellent armor!

(01/29/10 - 00:06:16 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : he sat quietly for a moment, as if he were thinking of a reply. she took a sip of her tea and cradled the mug in her hands "Mistress Diana where are you right this moment?" she straightened and looked at him softly "Where am I? I am in the kitchen, with you Alfred." he laughed and smiled at her "Yes you are, but I was referring to the building Mistress Diana. This is Wayne Manor is it not?" she nodded and took another sip of her tea "Yes Alfred it is, but what are you trying to say to me?" he slid off the stool and took her by the arm and pulled her off her own. gesturing for her to step out of the kitchen, the two walked down the darkened hall. stopping by the library door, he flipped on the light and asked her to step inside "Mistress Diana, I would like for you to look around this room for a moment. Look hard, for I believe you have never really stopped and looked at it before." she walked around the room, taking in the decor.. the arrangement.. and as she walked past the large wooden desk there in the center of the room she saw the photograph. it was one of her. and there by it was another photograph of Stephanie. no other photos adorned the room. she turned and looked at him as he stood by the door "My photograph. But when..." he smiled at her and walked across the room to her "Right after you moved in, Mistress Diana. There used to be one photo on that desk. The one of Miss Stephanie. Now there are two. And you ask me how do you know you are loved in return? I say... I do believe a picture is worth a thousand words."

(01/29/10 - 00:14:30 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -A picture is worth a thousand words?- A flash bulb goes off. The Gotham Coroner's Office seals up the five skinned bodies into bags. Loading them into a truck. Commissioner Gordon slaps the back of the van. As it pulls off, the rest of the press come running up to him. He waves them aside, 'no comment' being the logical word for the press these days. Honestly he had no explanation and no clue where to begin to deliver a conference. The only answer was the signal, let him make heads or tails of this. He just hoped that alien predator thing wasn't back... * * * * * The thug tried to knief him with a metal shiv. A powerfull hand caught the thug's wrist! His other homeboys in schock ran off. Not every day you find a blonde white boy wearing rawhide for clothing and carrying around a bloody whip of sorts. The reborn Ares lifted the thug up off his feet. "You... assualt me?" The first words of the new born God. 'Fuck... you man... just making... a living.' The thug choked. Ares turned his head side to side. "So... you gain profit from preying on the weak?" The thug nodded. Ares shook his head and crushed the thug's throat. Dropping the body. There was no honnor in that. Survival of the fittiest wasn't War... no... War was a game or skill and creativity. He could feel her near, sense her. She wore her guilt like corsette, it was obvious his resurection had touched her on a subconscious level in her mind. He grinned for if this was true then she would know... He was coming...

(01/29/10 - 00:21:36 ) -=-=Gotham City=-=- ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC finds themselves in one of the many rooms of Wayne Manor... Bane of the Gods : she set her mug of tea down and reached for the photograph of herself. sliding a fingertip across the glass, she let out a quiet sigh. she sat it back down in place and turned to him. offering him a smile, she slid her arms around him and brushed his cheek with a platonic kiss. so this was what it was like to have a Father. what.. a uniquely wonderful feeling "Thank you, Alfred. Thank you for pointing out what was so very much right in front of me. Sometimes it takes another's perspective." she caught the sight of the glimmering Bat symbol over the Gotham skyline and she stepped back "Looks like something has happened in the city. They're signaling for him." as the light sliced its way across the moon, she was sure that once blue haze surrounding it was no longer blue. a shadow seemed to appear over it, almost claw like... and as the two red drops of blood dripped from the claws, they seemed to burn into her. the mug slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor

(01/29/10 - 00:26:28 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -Gordon met you on the roof.- "Is.." He looked around the roof and even in the air. "Is he... with you?" The wind howled and blew across the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department. Gordon scratched his head. It was rather evident he was trying not to stare at your... legs.

(01/29/10 - 00:30:00 ) ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC -=-=Gotham City=-=- The wind howls and fights against them as they travel along one of the many Gotham rooftops... Bane of the Gods : despite the wind tearing at Gordon's trench coat, she didn't seem affected by the cold at all. she reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she rested her other hand on her hip, touching the lasso reassuringly "No sir. As of right now, I'm unaware of his location. He has failed to get in touch with me. However.. in his absence please allow me to be of some assistance. How might I help?"

(01/29/10 - 00:36:44 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: "He's not... dead again is he?" Gordon asked. A little more of a joke than an honest question. * * * * * He had returned to the warehouse to find his children missing! He was enraged, he had yet to finish taking his spoils of war. He would fashion his helmet from his mother's pelvis. He would take the ribs of his father and a fema to forge an axe! His own imbilical cord would become his new weapon, a lasso, a special lasso to bind the bitch who put him in this prediciment to have to go through all this. The human flesh creaked on his body as he flexed his right gauntlet, fashioned from the ass of his mother, the left from the ass of his father. He would find these bodies, he would find his parents. As his most hated enemy was born of clay, his weapons of war would be crafted from the flesh and bone of his 'parents'. * * * * * "Come, Wonder Woman, let me show you the morgue." Gordon opened the roof door for you.

(01/29/10 - 00:43:31 ) ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC -=-=Gotham City=-=- The wind howls and fights against them as they travel along one of the many Gotham rooftops... Bane of the Gods : the color drained from her face and the blue of her eyes seemed to dim "Please Commissioner. Let's be serious. Now is not the time for jokes. Especially bad ones." she'd been around Batman enough to take on some of his finer qualities. a lack of any viable sense of humor being one of them. as he opened the door leading from the roof, she stepped through "The morgue? That's new. I've yet to have to pleasure of visiting that particular part of your establishment. If you are inviting me in, this must be something serious."

(01/29/10 - 00:47:57 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -It takes some time in the elevator. Each ding of each floor. Gordon tried not to make eye contact. What did you do with a woman like Wonder Woman? She was part Goddess, right? Do you ask her, "How's the weather? Oh yeah you can probably change the weather or at the very least, ask one of your God pals for help." He laughed inside. "Um could you be a dear... My wife has her rose garden compettion on Saturday, could you talk to whoever about that?" He laughed and then looked at you. Shite! He was laughing aloud. "Umm... sorry." Just as he was about to put another show in his mouth, the elevator dinged open... as the doors slid apart, the hall was dark save for a blinking light from the ceiling... blood everywhere. "What the fuck?" Gordon drew his gun!

(01/29/10 - 00:53:56 ) ==::Warrior Princess::== Diana Prince ==-Wonder Woman-== Of all people, you know who I am.. who the world needs me to be Obsidian Age @ DRC says to Bane of the Gods : the elevator was painfully slow. at this rate, she could have simply flown down and been there twenty minutes ago. she kept noticing Gordon trying to avoid looking at her, refusing to make eye contact. she cleared her throat softly "Commissioner if you have a question, please feel free to ask it. You would be surprised, but.. I have heard just about everything. Including, "Are those real?". So rest assured. You won't offend me." she heard him nearly choke on his tongue, but the 'ding' of the elevator saved him from further humiliation. as the doors slipped open, he noticed immediately the darkness.... and the smell of blood. she heard his exclamation and as he drew his gun, she put her hand on his wrist "Holster it, please. Get back in that elevator car and go up. Right now, go back up. Get the people out of this building. There's something down here.. and I need to know when I confront it there won't be any further casualties." she slid the lasso from her hip and gripped it tightly as her boots left tracks in the pools of blood

(01/29/10 - 01:00:03 ) Bane of the Gods =Ares= says to ==::Warrior Princ: -Gordon knew not to fuck with a Goddess or the woman of the Bat, so he did just that, reholstered his gun and stepped back in the elevator. As you walked out into the hall... it was dark and the lights made an errie presence fall over everything. Dead attendants laid scattered all over. While in one of the morgue rooms, the skylight was broken. Something big crashed through. On the tables laid five bodies or well... three and what was left of two. One female, four males. The males were well endowed, you just notice. Not that you're looking or checking them out but something about it jumps out at you. Missing from the female was her pelvis and other bones. The other fourth male was missing ribs and other bones. Turning around you found one of the coroners dead, slumped down against the wall. His head split in two... and written on the wall in his blood and brain matter... "S O O N!"