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Post by Marco Mardon on May 20, 2021 11:29:38 GMT -5
Participants: Marco Mardon & Frances Kane Open/Closed: Open threads allow members to jump in. Closed ones have set participants. Location(s): Iron Heights Penitentiary, Time of Day: Midmorning Weather: [insert Lenny face] Summary: Weather Wizard makes a probably unwise, one-man attack on Iron Heights. He has a reason, though! Is it a good reason? Eh.
Keeping a leash on his temper would've been impossible a handful of months before. He'd never even so much as claim that therapy worked, even if he knew that was a lie. One voice in Marco's head pointed out he should've tried to rope in the other Rogues, given the target in mind. Others said that they'd tell him he was an idiot for trying (and maybe they were right), or else that it was his problem and he could handle it.
Iron Heights Penitentiary rose out of the landscape far, far below where he was amidst the clouds. Marco's fury tried to escape his control and bleed into the atmosphere around him at the sight. He'd wanted nothing more than to stir up a miniature hurricane and march on the place during his entire approach. But Iron Heights was the place built, designed and perpetually updated to house him, specifically, among others. Abnormal, extreme weather phenomena rushing at the joint was as good as marching through the front gate with a flare gun.
But now? Now it was directly below his feet. Marco smirked, cruel and cold. His brown eyes were consumed with white/blue light and his back arched. Every muscle in his body strained as he let the leash off of his barely contained anger. With all the abruptness of a rock being chucked in a still puddle, a black and boiling thunderhead exploded outward from Weather Wizard. Thunder shook loud enough to burst eardrums, if Marco wasn't immune to those kinds of meteorological side effects.
"You dumb f***s," he growled, hair already plastered to his scalp from the driving rain he'd loosed. Marco dropped faster than a stone, hurled by the wind. He zeroed in on a specific wing of Iron Heights and a breath before colliding with the outer wall, a massive bolt of lightning struck, carving him an entry point.
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Post by Frances Kane on May 20, 2021 17:53:29 GMT -5
Frances sat curled up in a chair down in one of the socializing lounges. Guards were stationed as always around the room and though they eyed her warily, Frances didn’t mind. It felt… validating and in many ways, comforting. With their diligent eyes watching her, she knew that if her alternate personality made an appearance, it would only be a matter of time before she was subdued. Everyone would be safe from her under their watchful eyes and that thought put Frances at ease.
It was a calm and still morning. If there was wind at all the leaves barely fluttered in it. Even the birds seemed slow to sing. Frances was having a hard time waking up that morning and it seemed the rest of the world might be feeling the same way. Frances took a sip of her coffee to verify that it was still too hot to drink and sighed, blowing on it.
“...what the?” Frances blinked as the lazy clear morning very abruptly shifted to anything but that. Almost out of nowhere the sky had opened up and the rain began to pour down, slowly at first but that swiftly changed to buckets of water coming from the sky. The morning had been a little overcast but nothing that looked like rain, certainly nothing like this. The wind picked up and suddenly and the rain began to pound against the window.
Frances looked over and thought she saw the guards frantically talking on their walkie talkies. She put her full mug down and started to ask the guards what was going on but was startled by an exceedingly loud crash of thunder that seemed to shake the building. She frowned. Usually when it’s that loud and that synced with the flash of lightning it means it struck close. She stood up at a sudden flurry of activity from the staff as the rain continued to pour from the sky. “Everyone back to your rooms.” One of the guards hurried over to Frances and she flinched as he grabbed her arm. “Now!” He shouted.
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Post by Marco Mardon on May 21, 2021 11:38:04 GMT -5
He'd heard stories about how sideways the security at Arkham Asylum was. Marco wished that Iron Heights was prone to the same corruption and malleability. It would've made getting out of it more like the revolving door that Gotham's kooks had. To prove the two places's differences, Marco had hardly passed into the wing of the building he'd blasted a hole through when guards were on him.
Weather Wizard scoffed as a taser blast pelted one of his rain-drenched shoulders. The guard who'd shot it seemed to put the pieces together, then, eyes going round. Marco glanced sideways at him, eyes still lost to pale blue light thanks to the storm he was still spinning in the skies above. The gun in his hand exploded with a flash of electricity that snaked over the guy, making him convulse and drop like the sack of sh*t he was.
More commotion came from down the hall. Shouts over the driving rain, blasting thunder and whistling wind IDing Marco for who he was. But there was confusion, and he watched with no small amount of relish as startled eyes searched him and found his hands empty. Weather Wizard hadn't been chucked in Iron Heights since the Top shattered the mental blocks on him that made him believe he needed the weather wand to use his powers.
Without his very, very well-known Achilles heel, the guards didn't know what to do. "I opened a window," he snarked at their stunned expressions. Marco thrust an arm out and through the opening at his back the wind screamed, the gale force of a tornado threaded through the needle that was Iron Heights's hallways. Guards were kicked into the air like trash, knocked into walls and ceilings and thrown further and further away from him.
Marco, meanwhile, didn't want to push his luck. He wasn't sticking around longer than necessary. The kind of resources (and speedsters on speed dial) that Iron Heights had, he felt far from invincible. They'd adapt and give him a headache if he f***ed around.
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Post by Frances Kane on May 21, 2021 13:56:02 GMT -5
The only way to describe the situation Frances found herself in was, “chaos.” Guards were running everywhere and inmates were scrambling, some to get back to their rooms, and others trying to take advantage of the diversion. For her part, Frances was trying to follow the instruction to go back to her room. If she could just get there and lock herself in, she could be certain that she wouldn’t become part of the problem.She hurried down the hallways as best she could trying to dodge the others scrambling to get wherever they were going.
“Heya Frankie,” Came a voice from behind her, “Where're you heading in such a hurry?” Frances went cold swallowed nervously. With the natural order of things currently in an uproar, some of the other inmates were getting… brave. And most of them did not have good intentions like Frances. She turned warily to see a large man approaching her.
“You stay away from me,” She warned not feeling at all certain of what she was going to do if he didn’t comply.
“Or what? Everybody knows you’re just a scared helpless little girl.” He didn’t hesitate to continue approaching her. Frankly he was right. Frances scrambled backward and turned to run but slipped in a puddle. He snatched her arm and smirked. “I’m bustin’ out of here. How about you come with me?”
“Let go of me.” She snapped, fruitlessly trying to pull her arm away.
“I don’t think I will.” He said and started dragging her her along and Frances stumbled along trying to keep her footing. She felt panic overwhelming her. If she didn’t do something it was more than likely very soon she wouldn’t have much say in the matter. If “Magenta” was going to reassert herself anyway, was there any point in holding back?
“I said, let go.” Frances commanded, her tone unwavering.
“And I said-” The man didn’t even finish his sentence as an old metal radiator burst through the wall and hit him square in the side of the head. Stunned he staggered backward and released his hold on Frances. Frances pulled herself up to her full height. She took in a deep breath and let it out, feeling her magnetic powers pulsing through her. It had been so long… but her powers were still there as if waiting for her to come home. She hated how good it felt to use them, but reveled in it at the same time.
Responding to Frances unspoken command, one of the railings from the stairway pulled itself out from the wall. It coiled itself around the still dazed man’s torso and legs, tight enough to restrain him but not enough to actually hurt him. She advanced on the man who’s eyes were wide. “Your parole’s been revoked.” She snarled. Drawing back her arm she slammed her fist into the side of his face.
Frances swallowed, her heart fluttering in her chest at the exhilaration. She stared down at her open palms and watched the pink magnetic energy radiating from her. She closed her hands into fists and frowned. “I don’t want this.” She murmured. But she did. She took a deep breath and let it out suddenly feeling sick. Was Magenta influencing her even now? Was she just as bad?
The lights in the building suddenly flickered and another loud noise drew her attention back down the hallway she’d come. ...why was there water in the hallway? How could the rain have gotten this far into the building? A sudden wind kicked up as well furthering Frances confusion. All of the strange unnatural weather seemed to be coming from the hallways and not a hole in the ceiling or anything. Like the storm was inside the building somehow but that didn’t make any sense? Or did it.
“It’s not possible.” Frances whispered, a chill winding down her spine as fear crept into her heart. There was only one logical explanation for this but even it made no sense. Frances stood poised unsure whether to run towards the situation or hide away. If she turned… she would just make things worse for everyone. Iron Heights was supposed to be built to handle superhuman threats… right?
Yet here she was surrounded by screams and panic and chaos. If the Weather Wizard was here, and there was little doubt in Frances’s mind that’s who was behind this, he was already inside and punching through their defenses. And whatever he was here for, it was likely he wanted to get something OUT. Could she let that happen? She slammed the side of her fist into the wall. “Even in prison trouble finds me.”
A pink magnetic aura formed around her and lifted her up. She leaned forward and pushed her way down the hallways through the oncoming wind. Maybe this was a terrible idea but she had to at least investigate this breach.
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Post by Marco Mardon on May 21, 2021 16:59:15 GMT -5
The bulk of the guards that'd first met him were pressed flat against a sealed set of doors at an intersection of hallways. Marco summoned moisture, shaped it with wind and then plunged the temperature in that choke point to Antarctic levels. Within moments a barricade of thick, glacial ice had solidified from floor to ceiling. He had to take careful seconds in the process to make sure the guards's various mugs were poking out of the frost.
The Rogues were really doubling down on that list of rules of theirs after a period where they'd... Really sh*t all over them, to be perfectly honest.
Weather Wizard moved and the micro-storm did with him. The room he stepped into next was a security checkpoint - a place where several arms of Iron Heights came together. His lips snagged in a vicious scowl at the automated turrets that'd popped out from concealed panels in the wall, aiming his way. Rubber rounds bounced off a pocket of compressed air he dropped in front of him.
The turrets's programming determined that approach wasn't working. Their barrels rotated, shifting to charge up an energized kind of infantry instead. Weather Wizard had already hurled brick-sized hailstones their way, though, sending them at lethal speeds on the wind. The turrets buckled, sparked and were pulverized. "Gotta make things so f***ing complicated," Marco grumbled, and blasted the next pair of doors inward with a lance of lightning from his fingertips.
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Post by Frances Kane on May 21, 2021 19:15:31 GMT -5
Frances propelled herself with as much haste as she could down the hallways making turn after turn following the wake of destruction left by the infiltration. It was not an easy journey. Rain and wind still pelted the area. It shouldn’t come as any kind of surprise to her that Weather Wizard, if this was in fact his doing, had such a far reach with this abilities. She’d both worked beside him and fought against him in the past. Sometimes she couldn’t remember thet things she’d done when her other personality was dominate but other times she could. Memories would come to her abruptly same as the memory of a dream triggered by an event during the day. She hated to remember but it was also important that she did. It helped her to understand that side of herself, and also those allies that would now be her enemies.
Another turned corner and Frances stopped cold. Almost literally. A wall of ice trapped a handful of guards. She could see them trying to move and fight their way out but until things started warming up that wasn’t very likely. She frowned as they tried to call out to her for help, but they could barely speak, their lips starting to turn blue.
Frances looked down toward the open passage that had clearly been busted through and then back at the guards. There was no telling when help was going to come seeing as they kind of WERE the people that would come to help in this case. If they stayed in the ice too long they’d lose some fingers or a limb or simply freeze to death. Frances noted that they were not in fact dead already which wasn’t usually Weather Wizard’s M.O. Odd that he would leave them alive. She frowned at their situation. Reaching out with her mind she picked up some large sharp pieces of nearby metal and started trying to chip away at the icy prison.
This isn’t fast enough, she thought and felt a fleeting smile pass across her lips. Wally would have said the same thing. Also he would have had these guards out of here already and be moving on. Closing her eyes she again reached out with her mind her smile intensified. “Hold on,” She said and held splayed hands in front of her body before giving a violent shove at the air, grunting at the effort. The door that imprisoned the guards from behind when flying off its hinges. While the passage was still sealed by the ice, the guards were able to peel themselves out the back way.
Frances hovered to one of the openings in the ice and looked at the still shivering guards, “What happened?” One of the guards- the one that had told her to get back to her room- managed to relay Weather Wizard’s attack through his chattering teeth. She frowned, hating that she was right. “I- I’m going after him,” She said, unsure where this resolve had come from, “Call Flash or someone that can actually help with this mess.” She turned and made ready to launch herself through the open door, “Also,” She added pointedly, turning back to the opening, “You may want to figure out better containment for people like me that can control metal. If I ever go rogue this place is a death trap for you.” Turning again she once again allowed her magnetic abilities to propel herself forward and through the busted doorway.
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Post by Marco Mardon on May 21, 2021 21:53:52 GMT -5
Marco stepped into the next portion of Iron Heights, and with him came the storm. This was a wing of offices - some cubicles spaced in a pretty wide room with more senior faculty getting private rooms that ran along the exterior wall. With the wind that Weather Wizard had at his back, most of the central floor was upended and tossed in a moment. He caught sight of one straggling doctor or nurse or shrink darting around a corner that lead to a panic room further in.
He ignored them.
Instead, Marco stalked toward one of the more ritzy offices. He paused at the door to glare at the plaque with the name "Doctor Edmund Pickery - Meta-Criminal Tech Specialist." The bronze of it sang a shrill, screaming note and melted as electricity rippled through it. Weather Wizard blasted in the next door with more force than even remotely necessary.
There was only one place that the underground black market tech ring he'd been drawn to in Star City could've got information about the weather wand. And Marco was standing in the sh*t bag's office. Weather Wizard again fought the urge to vent his anger. Instead he walked to the computer terminal there and pulled a device from the inner, water-proofed chest pocket of his coat.
He jabbed the thing into a port on the terminal and watched it turn red and start smoking. A progress bar started skittering along the central screen. Marco turned to face the filing cabinets lining one wall in the meantime. Another bolt from his dark fingertips turned them into plumes of flame. Wind fed the fire, but kept it and its heat contained.
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Post by Frances Kane on May 22, 2021 11:18:50 GMT -5
It wasn’t exactly difficult to figure out what direction her quarry was headed in. Walls and doors were broken and smashed. Glass was shattered all over the floor mingled with large pools of water. Twisted metal poked out from various places all over and Frances was aware of every bit of it. Even the tiniest piece sang to her as it waited patiently to spring forth and carry out her will if needed.
Frances began to pass through another doorway where the pelting rain and howling wind seemed strongest and she froze, dropping from where she hovered and crouching near the ground. Her stomach twisted and a panic threatened to consume her as she beheld the form of her old comrade and nemesis, Weather Wizard. She went cold inside at the sight of him.
What was she thinking? She wasn’t a hero. She barely had any training. The last time she’d faced him he’d destroyed her with barely a thought. Why should this encounter go any different? It was better if she just cut and run now. Then again if he outright killed her, wouldn’t that solve a lot of the problems of her miserable incarcerated existence? ...Okay true or not that wasn’t exactly the healthiest of thoughts. If she and her therapist lived through this she knew what she’d be bringing up in the next session.
She took a deep breath. There was no telling why Marc was here or what he wanted. But whatever it was it couldn’t be good. He wasn’t exactly a nice guy. The lack of other heroes here suggested that no one else was coming. If she didn’t help- try to intervene somehow- who else would? Frances peeked around the corner again, both watching him and looking for others. Generally the rogues didn’t work alone and she felt barely equipped to handle ONE of them let alone the entire crew. But she saw no one. It was possible they were elsewhere in the facility but she had seen no evidence to back up that theory.
Frances pulled away from the door as Marc started moving around the computers, worried he might turn and see her. She felt concerned that he was already messing with the computers but was also confused by it. What in the world was he up to? Was she already too late? The smell of smoke further incited her to action.
Steeling her nerves, Frances took a deep breath. If she was going to engage the situation she was going to have to fully commit. For the moment she had the element of surprise but the longer she waited, the quicker the window would slam shut. Taking only another moment for a quick final assessment, she reached out her magnetic energy across the room from where she was currently hunkered down and took hold of one of the office chairs with her mind. Maybe if she could disorient him she could restrain him.
Attempting to remain hidden she mentally lifted the chair from the far side of the room and yanked it hard and fast towards Marc ready to lift another from a different side of the room for another assault.
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Post by Marco Mardon on Jun 4, 2021 11:21:35 GMT -5
Patience. Patience. Be patient. Stay patient. Marco kept the mantra running in his ears as constant as the whistle of the wind. He'd made it this far. No Flash had popped up. He just had to hang on, see it through, not get antsy or do something brash. Just as soon as the progress bar was at one-hundred percent, Weather Wizard could make his exit and hoped to be far, far away by the time any hero or law enforcement showed up at Iron Heights.
Still, with the counter creeping past thirty-five, Marco gave a growl in his throat. The filing cabinets in Pickery's office were nothing but ash and ruin, extinguished through a combination of water and lack of oxygen. He turned on his heel and prowled into the broader room, needing something to shore up his patience. His glowing eyes noticed the glimmer of other plaques on the walls beside higher-ranking staff offices.
Marco sent out a web of electricity from his fingertips, each tongue snapping to one of the bronze plates and melting them along with Pickery's. Thud-! Weather Wizard grunted and was suddenly on one knee. For the first time since he'd arrived, the crisp blue light faded from his eyes and brown irises looked incredulously at a chair that'd knocked him down. "The fu-"
Thud!
Both knees now. Marco didn't know what was going on, but to find out he'd need to be able to stay upright. Weather Wizard grit his teeth and a bubble of pressurized air fell into place around him.
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Post by Frances Kane on Jun 11, 2021 16:38:40 GMT -5
Well… that didn’t work exactly as planned. If Frances could have dazed him or otherwise knocked him out it would have made things so much easier or even solved the problem. But now that Marc knew something was up, she no longer had the upper hand. It was unfortunate. What had she even been thinking trying to take him on alone? She’d told Wally and the other Titans a hundred times that she wasn’t a hero. She wasn’t brave. All he had to do was get one good shot in on her with his lightning and she’d be unconscious again just like last time they encountered each other. Though it was unlikely this time he would stop at unconscious this time.
He still didn’t know exactly what was going on or how many of her there wasn’t. So in that way she still had at least a little bit of an edge, dull as it might be. But with his guard up the way it was there seemed little that Frances could do on her own to get through his defenses. She still couldn’t quite figure out what he was doing here. From her limited vision he seemed rather focused on one particular office. Whatever he was after, Frances was fairly certain he hadn’t gotten it yet or he wouldn’t still be here.
Steeling herself she decided to make one more big move while she still had cover. This was probably crazy and not the best idea but there didn’t seem to be a lot of good options for her in general aside from running away which… maybe she should do anyway. “Here we go,” she murmured quietly to herself. She knew it was unlikely she’d be able to stay hidden for much longer but maybe just enough time for this…
Frances closed her eyes, allowing the power to flow through her. She could almost feel the aura around her growing larger and stronger. She could feel every piece of metal around her from the smallest thumb tack to the huge girder supports in the building. The metal called to her softly and sweetly and her whole body sang and tingled with the connection. She reached out to the girders lining the floor above the room and she took hold of them like a lover, wrapping her power around them.
Then, she yanked down hard with her mind and in response to her call the large metal beams crashed through the ceiling literally bending to her will. Her eyes felt bright with the power and she sent every one of the beams surging toward Weather Wizard, each attempting to wrap itself around him. Frances clenched and unclenched her hands, coaxing the beams to keep squeezing harder and harder as she tried to penetrate his defenses. The magnetic power coursed through her, she could feel it in every part of body. She felt strong. She felt powerful. God it felt so good.
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