Okay it was suggested that I move the slowly restoring WildC.A.T.s stuff in the new 52 'verse from the Krystonian Keitaro thread to a thread of its own so here it is. This is still in the KK 'verse with Keitaro mistakenly awakening the clone Voodoo, that thinks she's the original, and will now be searching out the rest of her team. First up will obviously be Grifter being he's the easiest to find on Earth, is being hunted by the Daemonites (that Voodoo was working for before being "awakened"), and let's face it, he's already picked up his old mask be cosmic coincidence so that will resonate with her when she finds him.
On a side note, Midnighter has suddenly had his old history restored within the new 52 universe according to wikipedia. It seems that Midnighter and Apollo are back to "normal" and had their history brought back due to aliens mucking with the timeline while trying to create a "New" Stormwatch. This seemed to erase the new costumes for Midnighter and Apollo and restored some of their Wildstorm-era history. Could someone be pulling a Keitaro here and trying to set the Wildstorm section of the DCU right? And more importantly, given his connection to Zealot in the new-52 would that mean that Midnighter could be an in for Voodoo and Grifter to wake up our favorite sword-happy Coda Queen?
Oh, and here's the first snippet I wrote with Keitaro waking up Voodoo's clone in the other thread.
As always I live this up to be round-robiny much like Krytonian Keitaro has been. Let's bounce ideas off each other and see what sticks.
On a side note, Midnighter has suddenly had his old history restored within the new 52 universe according to wikipedia. It seems that Midnighter and Apollo are back to "normal" and had their history brought back due to aliens mucking with the timeline while trying to create a "New" Stormwatch. This seemed to erase the new costumes for Midnighter and Apollo and restored some of their Wildstorm-era history. Could someone be pulling a Keitaro here and trying to set the Wildstorm section of the DCU right? And more importantly, given his connection to Zealot in the new-52 would that mean that Midnighter could be an in for Voodoo and Grifter to wake up our favorite sword-happy Coda Queen?
Oh, and here's the first snippet I wrote with Keitaro waking up Voodoo's clone in the other thread.
Okay, simple enough. I just follow Ollie in, wake him up, and leave. Don't look at anything and make sure Motoko and Naru never learn I was in here, even for work, Keitaro thought to himself as he made his way carefully through the strip club. He really didn't want to be there, but Oliver Queen, aka Green Arrow, had entered while doing surveillance on a mobster he was shadowing and it was the best opportunity for Keitaro to get near the billionaire since he had no access to any of Ollie's regular contacts to try to awaken him.
Now if only he could get closer to him without seeming too creepy. And try to forget hearing Kara grumbling about how it was her luck that he's run into Karen working there or something. Which was ridiculous of course. Karen had never worked as an exotic dancer that he knew of even if she was a bit flamboyant sometimes. And he certainly never pictured her naked. That would be like picturing Kara naked since they were essentially the same person at slightly different ages and Keitaro did NOT need to be picturing his best friend in the nude. No siree. Never. Uh-uh.
He was so going to hell for even having this train of thought. Especially as a VERY comely blonde in a white bit of lingerie that hid NOTHING smiled at him in a way that reminded him of Karen.
Keitaro shook his head as he returned her look with a nervous smile and milled through the crowd toward Ollie. God, he just knew he would never hear the end of this if Dinah-sensei ever heard about it once they had fixed the timeline. Well, after she "sparred" with Green Arrow for "leading" him in here, at any rate.
Ronin steeled himself as he concentrated and bringing the red aura into his right hand and moved closer to Ollie from behind, who was talking with a very attractive purple-haired dancer. Just a few feet closer and he'd be able to do it. He just hoped it worked and Ollie didn't make too big of a scene...
"So anyway, handsome, you can call me Voodoo. Are you sure I can't interest you in a two-for-one right now?" Voodoo asked with her best come-hither look. It didn't take a genius to see the blonde man scanning the room was both looking for something in particular and practically oozed money. Money she would need to better serve the Daemonite cause as she gathered intelligence on the meta-human threat.
"I appreciate the offer, miss, but I'm not interested at this moment," Ollie responded with a charming grin.
Voodoo, or rather Priscilla Kitaen, huffed a bit but accepted the rather polite dismissal. There were plenty of other gullible humans in the room for her to take advantage of and every dancer got rejected from time to time. It was better to move on rather than keep pushing.
And speaking of pushing, a rather rude and fat human took that moment to bump in to a cute if somewhat gangly bespectacled younger human male that had been trying to make his way through the crowded room to am empty seat, causing the young man to bump into her and take her hand to steady himself. She felt a flush of warmth for a moment and everything seemed red before he straightened himself with an awkward "excuse me" and moved to find a different seat.
Voodoo dismissed the whole event for the most part, although she started to feel an odd headache and decided to head back to the dressing room to catch her breath instead of fighting the crowd. She stumbled in and took a seat and she held her head and fought off a wave of dizziness.
Another dancer looked on and clicked her tongue before remarking, "I thought you knew better than to party too much during work, Pris. Save it for when you get one of these saps to take you to a nice hotel."
"Can it, Margaret," Priscilla snapped as she tried to get a handle on the mounting headache.
"That's Marguerite," the obviously surgically-altered bottled blonde corrected.
"Sure it is," Voodoo snapped sarcastically, causing the other dancer to sniff indignantly before storming out of the room and leaving Priscilla blessedly alone. God she hated humans sometimes. The world would be so much better when Daemonites ruled it all. It just had to be.
And with that thought in mind Voodoo moved to look at herself in the mirrors before going to her locker to take some pain killers and get back to work. Only something was different as she looked at her reflection. Everything seemed to... ripple for a moment before coming back to reality with a frightening clarity. "Jeremy...Maul. Warblade. Spartan. Grifter. Zealot," she recited as images seemed to flood her mind. It was all too much to take as her headache became more intense and she grunted in pain, falling to her knees as she clutched at her skull. Voodoo bit back a scream as the pain reached and crescendo before finally receding.
"Oh God. What happened?" Voodoo thought aloud as she got up and looked in the mirror. Had she been captured? Brainwashed? Well of course she had. She was working as a Daemonite agent with a full compliment of false memories. Who else would set her up like this?
But what had freed her? Had she managed some kind of... self-depossession to fight off whatever was done to her? Or had something triggered it? Now that she thought about it, she did think she had seen a flash of red from that guy with the glasses earlier. Was he a Kherubim with a gift similar to hers? Or maybe one of the peaceful Daemonites she had encountered since her visit to Khera? She supposed it didn't matter for the moment. For now, the best thing she could do would be to track down Jeremy and the others. They must be worried sick about her. God only knew how long she had been missing to be implanted with such a full compliment of false memories. With any luck, Jeremy would be able to get in touch with Grifter and warn the WildCATs. She had a feeling this was going to get ugly.
She didn't even bother to mention that she was leaving to the club manager as she quickly dressed and headed out the back door. This was more important than her dancing and she knew she needed to hurry. As she headed down the street she muttered to herself that she hoped Jeremy forgave her for how she had ended their relationship and failed to notice a front page headline entitled "CAN WE TRUST CAPTAIN ATOM?" with an accompanying picture that was vastly different than the Captain Atom she and the other WildCATS had recently encountered. Had she seen it, she might have had a better understanding of just how scrambled[/i] the world truly was at the moment.
Now if only he could get closer to him without seeming too creepy. And try to forget hearing Kara grumbling about how it was her luck that he's run into Karen working there or something. Which was ridiculous of course. Karen had never worked as an exotic dancer that he knew of even if she was a bit flamboyant sometimes. And he certainly never pictured her naked. That would be like picturing Kara naked since they were essentially the same person at slightly different ages and Keitaro did NOT need to be picturing his best friend in the nude. No siree. Never. Uh-uh.
He was so going to hell for even having this train of thought. Especially as a VERY comely blonde in a white bit of lingerie that hid NOTHING smiled at him in a way that reminded him of Karen.
Keitaro shook his head as he returned her look with a nervous smile and milled through the crowd toward Ollie. God, he just knew he would never hear the end of this if Dinah-sensei ever heard about it once they had fixed the timeline. Well, after she "sparred" with Green Arrow for "leading" him in here, at any rate.
Ronin steeled himself as he concentrated and bringing the red aura into his right hand and moved closer to Ollie from behind, who was talking with a very attractive purple-haired dancer. Just a few feet closer and he'd be able to do it. He just hoped it worked and Ollie didn't make too big of a scene...
"So anyway, handsome, you can call me Voodoo. Are you sure I can't interest you in a two-for-one right now?" Voodoo asked with her best come-hither look. It didn't take a genius to see the blonde man scanning the room was both looking for something in particular and practically oozed money. Money she would need to better serve the Daemonite cause as she gathered intelligence on the meta-human threat.
"I appreciate the offer, miss, but I'm not interested at this moment," Ollie responded with a charming grin.
Voodoo, or rather Priscilla Kitaen, huffed a bit but accepted the rather polite dismissal. There were plenty of other gullible humans in the room for her to take advantage of and every dancer got rejected from time to time. It was better to move on rather than keep pushing.
And speaking of pushing, a rather rude and fat human took that moment to bump in to a cute if somewhat gangly bespectacled younger human male that had been trying to make his way through the crowded room to am empty seat, causing the young man to bump into her and take her hand to steady himself. She felt a flush of warmth for a moment and everything seemed red before he straightened himself with an awkward "excuse me" and moved to find a different seat.
Voodoo dismissed the whole event for the most part, although she started to feel an odd headache and decided to head back to the dressing room to catch her breath instead of fighting the crowd. She stumbled in and took a seat and she held her head and fought off a wave of dizziness.
Another dancer looked on and clicked her tongue before remarking, "I thought you knew better than to party too much during work, Pris. Save it for when you get one of these saps to take you to a nice hotel."
"Can it, Margaret," Priscilla snapped as she tried to get a handle on the mounting headache.
"That's Marguerite," the obviously surgically-altered bottled blonde corrected.
"Sure it is," Voodoo snapped sarcastically, causing the other dancer to sniff indignantly before storming out of the room and leaving Priscilla blessedly alone. God she hated humans sometimes. The world would be so much better when Daemonites ruled it all. It just had to be.
And with that thought in mind Voodoo moved to look at herself in the mirrors before going to her locker to take some pain killers and get back to work. Only something was different as she looked at her reflection. Everything seemed to... ripple for a moment before coming back to reality with a frightening clarity. "Jeremy...Maul. Warblade. Spartan. Grifter. Zealot," she recited as images seemed to flood her mind. It was all too much to take as her headache became more intense and she grunted in pain, falling to her knees as she clutched at her skull. Voodoo bit back a scream as the pain reached and crescendo before finally receding.
"Oh God. What happened?" Voodoo thought aloud as she got up and looked in the mirror. Had she been captured? Brainwashed? Well of course she had. She was working as a Daemonite agent with a full compliment of false memories. Who else would set her up like this?
But what had freed her? Had she managed some kind of... self-depossession to fight off whatever was done to her? Or had something triggered it? Now that she thought about it, she did think she had seen a flash of red from that guy with the glasses earlier. Was he a Kherubim with a gift similar to hers? Or maybe one of the peaceful Daemonites she had encountered since her visit to Khera? She supposed it didn't matter for the moment. For now, the best thing she could do would be to track down Jeremy and the others. They must be worried sick about her. God only knew how long she had been missing to be implanted with such a full compliment of false memories. With any luck, Jeremy would be able to get in touch with Grifter and warn the WildCATs. She had a feeling this was going to get ugly.
She didn't even bother to mention that she was leaving to the club manager as she quickly dressed and headed out the back door. This was more important than her dancing and she knew she needed to hurry. As she headed down the street she muttered to herself that she hoped Jeremy forgave her for how she had ended their relationship and failed to notice a front page headline entitled "CAN WE TRUST CAPTAIN ATOM?" with an accompanying picture that was vastly different than the Captain Atom she and the other WildCATS had recently encountered. Had she seen it, she might have had a better understanding of just how scrambled[/i] the world truly was at the moment.