Meeting the Others[Open]

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Underground bunkers. Roy Harper's life was being lived in underground bunkers. Sure they were supposed to be safe houses left over from this Nick Fury guy or whatever but he didn't like the vibe. Maybe it was being so up close and personal with all of these...well Roy wasn't too sure what to call them and had decided that it was best to simply refer to them as the other heroes. Not exactly the best way to go about things and he wasn't going to make any fast friends doing it but it was hard not to hold a grudge. Their world was the reason that this was all happening. Well not the whole reason and the fact that Supes and the rest of them were going along with this at all was nothing short of ridiculous. He had guarded his most of all from what Roy understood and wouldn't he of all people have the most to lose by giving it up? There was no point in asking questions though especially since what was done was done. It had after all gotten him in this underground bunker despite him not really needing to be here.

The government knew who he was and while he was no longer Arsenal they had to be keeping tabs on him there was no doubt about that. Roy didn't really have a problem with that his problem was more so with the fact that they were forcing people to give it up. It wasn't long ago that Lex Luthor was president so what was to stop him or some one like him from getting into the White House and a hold of every hero across...well all three Earth's identities? It wasn't that hard for Roy to fathom and Supes of all people should know better but it seemed that he didn't which was slightly disappointing. Glaring at the ground Roy stood knowing sitting here and dwelling wasn't the best way of going about things. If anything he should probably go out and try to meet some of these other heroes so he at least knew who he was fighting beside. He wasn't overly fond of not being able to trust these people and if he was going to be palling around with them he had to be able to do that.

Standing Roy adjusted his pack gazing around the base. It was well equipped and spacious he had to give whoever set it up that much but he didn't like it. It was far too cramped and was no place for Lian to be holed up in. She was just a casualty of all this though Lian had nothing to do with this war or for that matter the act but because he was against it she was forced to stay down here. It wasn't as if he could simply leave her with anyone or for that matter leave her on her own. He sure as hell wasn't going to leave her with Cheshire either that was out on all counts. At least here she was safe, from what he could tell, and with him that was a comfort. Sighing Roy milled through people waving hello to those he knew and simply nodding to those he didn't. Unsure of just where he was going to go or for that matter how he was going to strike up a conversation with any of them. He'd manage of course but right now picking out someone at random just wasn't going all that smoothly for him. This was a bit harder then expected.

Tags:Anti-Registration/Open
Setting:One of Fury's safe houses.
Notes:Feel free to throw as many people as you'd like in here.[/size]

[Laura Kinney]

Laura did not particularly care one way or the other about the registration act. The government had created her; they already knew more about X-23 than she knew about herself and she'd been killing operatives sent to track her down most of her life. So, the fact was that the act changed almost nothing for her.

However, she had none the less taken the opportunity a few months back to beat some information out of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had made the mistake of accepting an assignment to tail her. Part of that information had been the location of a few safehouses set up by Colonel Nick Fury that apparently most members of the organization he used to direct didn't even know about; Laura had, of course, filed that away as possibly advantageous.

And now the time had come to draw uppon that. She wanted to swiftly and discreetly acquire a weapon, preferably a high-powered rifle. Would it be too much to hope for that the installation she was headed towards might have a DSR-1 Sniper or a firearm of similar quality? Given Fury's former resources, probably not.

Even with the minimalistic description she had been given, the entrance to the bunker was child's play for Laura's keen senses to locate. Unfortunately, her tail had not known the access code. Oh well, Laura sniffed the door, reinforced as it no doubt was it wasn't made of Adamantium.

With a near-silent *snikt*, she extended a single claw from one hand and made short work of the hinges and locking mechanisms with equal subtlety. However, Laura decided to then abandon stealth in favor of speed, not considering that this bunker might be inhabited and took a few swift steps forward before launching herself into a flying kick. Heavy though the door was, once relieved of its connections to its framwork, her strength was sufficient to send it skidding upright several feet before it slammed to the ground with an almighty clang.

One step through the doorway, Laura's nostrils flared and her eyes left off scanning the weapons racks to narrow instead in search of a very different quarry. She smelled someone else here... male... human. As her upper lip peeled away from her teeth in a feral snarl, Laura's training took over and she shifted fluidly into a battle stance; all of her claws, on hands and feet, extended instantly, ready for blood.

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Roy pushed his way through people sighing at the fact that he didn't know where to start with this whole ordeal. It was so pointless and it almost made him wish Wally or Dick was around. Hell any familiar face would do even if it was one that he wasn't overly friendly with. Roy found no one though and that was the price he had to pay he supposed for holing up with these people instead of someone like Bats. Well Bats wasn't exactly the best idea at the moment. Hell Roy would take Bats in a crisis situation but not out of one. He was sure his and Dick's relationship was great but quite frankly when he was a kid Roy nearly pissed himself every time he saw Gotham's protector. Now he wasn't so quick to do that but that didn't exactly mean he wanted to hang out with him in the Bat Cave or any type of Bat related hang out. The man was just far too intense for him to handle on a day to day basis. How Dick did it was beyond him and quite frankly Roy had no intention of finding out. Dealing with Ollie was enough trouble as it was.

Still he had to start somewhere with these people and picking one at random probably wasn't the best choice Roy decided. He needed something to at least talk about with them. Common ground was some what essential here or at least Roy liked to think so. Of course if he was looking for a good running mate he'd need someone who complimented him and the best way to find such a person would of course be to head of to the armory and hope he could strike up some common ground or something of that like. It wasn't as if it would be all that hard for him to compare weaponry of his world with theirs after all he was once Arsenal and had access to more weaponry then anyone else on earth. His foot steps felt heavy though as he made his way to the armory some what unsure of whether this was a right move for him period.

When other worlds collided and superheroes merged two things happened. There was always the brawl that usually occurred when they showed up and then the possible team up afterwords. The only problem with this was that the brawl had or more correctly was currently occurring. This wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for the fact that the brawl wasn't exactly as clean cut as it usually was. Sure they were fighting them but they were fighting people from New Earth to. Topping it all off was the fact that people from this other Earth were on their side to. The lines were blurred and nothing made all that much sense. Of course this was not aided at all by the fact that the government barged their way into this and forced this Super Human Registration Act down their throats which Roy didn't altogether understand. He didn't have any powers he was just the guy with a bow and arrow why exactly was he supposed to register? Roy Harper didn't have much more time to think about that though.

The flurry of movement as hero's rushed past him to vacate the safe house was enormous and it took everything for Roy to hold his ground. Shouts were heard and grabbing one of the younger female heroes he spoke in harsh words, "Lian Harper you'll find her in the room towards the back make sure she gets out of here." Roy saw the girl head for the back and turned notching an arrow in his bow. The intruder it seemed was what appeared to be a teenage girl. Roy said appeared because of the metallic instruments protruding from her hands and feet. Pulling out another arrow Roy notched it also and let the two fly with little hesitation. There was no aiming and they were meant as distractions more then anything else. Gimmick arrows it seemed were what would make the difference here although Roy could be wrong. Notching a net arrow Roy loosed it hoping that it would do it's job. He wanted to get out of here before the Cape Killers showed up.

Tags:Anti-Registration/Open
Setting:One of Fury's safe houses.
Notes:Feel free to throw as many people as you'd like in here.[/size]

[Laura Kinney]

The man who confronted her appeared to be in his early to mid twenties. It was difficult to say with any degree of certainty because he wore a crimson domino mask. He also had a bow, and quite a full quiver of arrows. Laura bared her teeth, the canines of which were rather sharp, in response as he swiftly raised his weapon and let two projectiles fly; different though his armaments may be, they reminded her far too much of Kimura's crossbow.

However, he was better than Kimura with this weapon: probably better than herself. She could see that immediately simply by the way he stood, drew, and released. Despite his obvious skill, the first two arrows were poorly aimed: cheap distractions. Barely thinking about it, Laura shifted her body weight slightly and they whistled past her.

The third arrow however, was dead on target. Not a problem really; she'd learned how to deal with projectile weapons before she was five. Arm snapping forward almost faster than the human eye could follow, Laura's fist closed around the haft of the arrow before the head could reach her. She was about to toss it aside when it opened. The next thing Laura new, a net had dragged her to the floor.

A low growl escaped form her throat. There were few things which made Laura angrier than being imprisoned in any form; she'd grown up in a cell and now that she was free had no interest in experiencing anything like that ever again.

This entire confrontation thus far had taken mere seconds. So, it was only now that Laura's ears finally discerned the other sounds in the bunker: many feet, running. This man was not alone but, about to slice her way to freedom she hesitated, the footsteps were moving away from her. Now that she payed more attention, she smelled more fear than aggression on the archer even.

What..? As Laura shredded the net and rose into a defensive crouch, it clicked. This was a safeshouse; there were people using it for sanctuary. This man was clearly a costumed fighter of some sort and, judging from his non-lethal tactics thus far, not what most would call a villain; these were heroes hiding from the registration act. And she'd barged in, not once considering someone else might know this location much less be using it; they thought she was here to kill or bring them in. Idiotic! What an obvious factor to not take into consideration! Were she still working fo the facility, Kimura would have dismembered her for such a stupid mistake!

*snakt*

As one, her claws withdrew and Laura stood straight backed. Her expression was stoney and blank, except for a slight twitch of the corner of her mouth; she was so disgusted with herself for making such a rookee mistake that it practically left a bad taste.

"I'm not here for you. Any of you."

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Seconds seemed like hours but that was always the way it seemed at moments such as these. From the time the arrows left his fingers to the time they hit the target it as all in slow motion. It was never that way with fighting or for that matter any other aspect of his life just when he let one of his arrows flied. It was an odd sense one that lingered even after they had reached their intended destinations. Nothing that would stop him from actually losing a step or anything of that nature just enough to make him watch as the arrows flew at the girl across the room. Roy couldn't help but take that small window of time to notice how young looking she was. It didn't matter though Roy had found out that these 616 chumps had no issues sending children out to do their own jobs. It wasn't beneath them it seemed and with the way she barged in she had earned whatever she got. It was a harsh way to view the situation but it was the truth of the matter and it wasn't as if he was shooting to kill, they wouldn't make him sink that low.

The first two did their job though as she adjusted her stance. She was paying attention and she was putting herself right where he wanted her to. Roy felt a smirk cross his lips though as she caught the last arrow. It was almost too perfect. As the net sprung forward Roy knew he could run, knew that he could make a break for the door and try and get away from this situation as fast as possible but knew better then to do that. Not everyone was out and he had dubbed himself the distraction at that moment. If she thought this was going to be an easy fight she was sorely mistaken. The worst part of it all though was that Roy wasn't knocked off kilter by the fact that she had caught the arrow. It wasn't something he would usually let happen and he didn't have to worry about it actually making contact but he didn't know what he was dealing with. He knew nothing about these new heroes and villains. Roy made a serious mental note to make buddies with one of them and soon.

She shredded the net but that two was expected if only because of how heavily she was armed. Besides the guns she had weapons protruding from every inch of her body it seemed and there wasn't a whole lot that he could really do to combat those. Drawing another arrow from his quiver Roy watched and waited as the girl emerged from the net. I was all about timing here. All about where he put his arrows and how he put them there. She was fast but Ollie had taught him long ago to choose his shots and waste arrows if his supply allowed and Roy's supply defiantly allowed. Watching intensely though Roy saw the girl...well put her weapons down so to speak but that didn't make him but his own away. Quirking a brow at her words Roy felt like asking her how stupid she in fact thought he was? She could be stalling, for what he wasn't sure, but for something or that matter anything. Before he could say a word though or for that matter even blink he heard them coming. The shouted orders were enough to give them away.

She had lead the Capekillers right to them. Whether that was her intention or not they were here and now he had to worry about them. "You know you say that but everything else occurring right now proves otherwise. So you want me to believe otherwise? Prove it." Narrowing his eyes Roy saw the first one enter and loosed the arrow. It had been intended for her but it would suit his needs for the first Capekiller in the door. The name was in bad taste and Roy savored it as the foam filled the door. It was typically meant for foes with fire powers and filled with a fair amount of the foam that was usually contained in fire extinguishers. Another temporary distraction. Enough time for this girl to either throw in her lot with him or get the hell out of his way. He didn't care either way right now all Roy cared about was making sure everyone was out of here and then getting out of here himself. Well that and taking care of these so called Capekillers.

Tags:Anti-Registration/Open
Setting:One of Fury's safe houses.
Notes:Feel free to throw as many people as you'd like in here.[/size]

[Laura Kinney]

His suspicion of her statement was not unreasonable. After all, he could not hear her heartbeat or smell her scent; to Laura, it was easy to know when someone was being truthful or not. However, were she in his position without such enhanced senses, all of her teachings about tactics and human psychology would have suggested to her as well that she was decieving him.

And then she heard them coming; enforcement agents of the Superhuman Registration Act. All of her claws once more extended as he, also realizing the approaching threat, spoke. Prove it? Yes, she would help him. It was her fault they were here; a factor she hadn't really considered at first as she had simply intended to be in and out before it was an issue. Moreover, Laura did not want to be captured or even have her presence reported by them; no doubt, they would be more than happy to trade her or information about her to H.Y.D.R.A. for the right price.

He fired an arrow towards the doorway. Like the last projectile he had sent her way, it seemed to possess advanced technology. Foam filled the gap, blocking the SRA agents. It wouldn't stop them long, but it would slow them down and make them incapable of seeing where their attackers were coming from. It would not however impede her accuracy as she could hear their movements from where she was and pinpoint their locations accordingly.

Laura gave the archer one curt nod of acknowledgement before she crouched with a low growl and, before they could get through the foam themselves, charged through the obstacle first. It parted like mist before her claws and she came through with teeth bared. The first two were caught totally off guard and didn't stand a chance; Laura neatly decapitated them before her feet even hit the floor.

These soldiers were trained and equipped to deal with metahumans. She wasn't worried; Laura had spent most of her life dealing with just as well funded agents whos skills and armaments were tailored specifically to her. She twisted around as soon as she landed; the claws extending from the knuckled of her left clenched fist sliced off one man's hand before he could pull a trigger, her leg snapped straight at an inclined angle and her left foot claw shattered another's visor and drove through his eye into his brain.

Never stay still. Constant motion is the best defense and the most unpredictable offense in combat. Laura lept high even as shots rang around her and descended on her attackers as she twisted and struck in midair with a feral snarl. A minimal part of Laura's attention tracked the actions of the archer to see whether he would aid her, flee, or try to use this as an opportunity to kill or capture her.

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Roy knew that he had little time to handle these Capekillers, the name still sounded dirty in his mind, and then get out of here before more showed up. With almost everyone evacuated they had to have reported back by now that all they were facing was some guy with some arrows and no one else. Well possible no one else Roy didn't want to be cruel but it wouldn't surprise him if this girl ditched and ran after all this wasn't her fight it was theirs she had just decided it'd be a good idea to ruin their hiding place for some odd deluded reason. Roy stopped asking himself stupid questions and decided that it was probably for the best if he simply focused on the here and now. Not doing so could very well be the end of him after all and Roy, despite it's highs and lows rather liked his life or at least didn't want it to end now. With that in mind Roy paid little attention to the girl and pulled more arrows from his quiver. Standard model this time. Simple distractions for the Capekiller suits so he could test out their weakness.

While Roy wasn't about to admit it out loud he was rather glad to have this girl on his side or it seemed as if she was at the moment anyway. Roy knew that this could change rather quickly with little warning and wasn't about to turn his back on her but he still knew better then to focus on her and nothing else. Loosing the arrows Roy gave the girl space to do whatever it was she needed to do at that moment an paid attention to his own targets. The armor had no notable weakness it seemed to the standard model arrows and all the foam ones would do is slow them up. In his possession he had arrows armed with an electronic pulse but only four or five tops not enough to take out all these guys. Throwing caution to the wind though Roy launched the first two arrows at those closest to him and delivered a choice kick to one of the capekillers heads. It wasn't exactly the result he had hope for but it seemed that his kick had at least knocked the man off balance. Throwing a punch through the hole in his visor Roy silenced the man and turned to his next target.

Letting two more pulse arrows fly Roy watched them do their work and grimaced at the fact that only one remained. Really this wasn't his ideal way to perish in a fight especially to something named in such bad taste. Roy ducked gunfire though and rolled behind the door that had just been cast aside moments before. Firing arrow after arrow Roy hoped for the best saving the last pulse arrow as a last ditch effort should he really need it. Firing a net arrow Roy wondered if such weaponry was sufficient against his new foes and how much Supes had been able to tell the about his and Ollie's arrow technology. Roy didn't like to think that he had sold them out but it was always a possibility and one that they had to be prepared for. Putting a side the thoughts of what upgrades he would need to do Roy wondered if the girl had ditched him yet or not and if it was even wise to look what she was doing with...whatever the hell it was that was coming out of her skin. Roy thought it better not to.

Tags:Anti-Registration/Open
Setting:One of Fury's safe houses.
Notes:Sorry it's shit this whole being sick thing is kicking my ass.[/size]

[Laura Kinney]

Constantly changing positions with a variety of acrobatics so as to always be in the center of a thick collection of her opponents, Laura impeded their ability to shoot her. Forced to engage the mutant assassin in melee for the most part, the SRA agents were at a disadvantage.

Laura diced a baton aiming for her head then kicked the man in the groin with her claw extended; he dropped to the ground gurgling. At the same time she sidestapped a punch, grabbed the soldier's arm, and used his own momentum to hurl him into three of his comrades.

Backflipping up and away from the bullets of one who had gotten a clear shot, she landed on the shoulders of another. Before he had time to register her, Laura's claws had pierced through his skull from either side of his head.

Apparently the archer had decided to stay and fight, Laura acknowledged, as several of the armored men engaged him and subsequently fell to his arrows. A moment later, a group of six were incapacitated by a net like the one which had briefly held her. One of them reached for a knife in his boot to cut them free, but it was too late. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Laura pounced on the pile of restrained soldiers where it took her all of 3.4 seconds to fatally stab each of them.

Unfortunately the maneuver had allowed the others to regroup to one side of her, allowing them to safely open fire. Deciding to simply suffer the pain rather than slow her assault, Laura charged headfirst into the barrage of bullets with a bloodcurdling scream.

She was hit at least 5 times despite the short distance she had to cover. Ignoring the burning of the bullets tearing through her torso, and one ripping a hole in her cheek, Laura attacked her enemies with renewed fury. Two swift slashes weakened the chest plat of one, followed by a straight strike with all of her strength where her fist smashed through the weakened armor and her claws ripped out his back. Tossing him aside, arm drenched up to the elbow in his blood, Laura smashed in the visor of another.

And then her body betrayed her. Muscle siezing, limbs spasming, she dropped to her knees in shock. Recovering swiftly none the less, Laura whipped her head around to see that one of them was holding up a cattle-prod weapon of some sort that channeled one hell of an electric current. With a snarl, she surged upwards and sliced off the man's hand.

Then another lunged at her with the same weapon. Laura sidestepped and brought her elbow in to place just so to shatter his visor and drive his nose back up into his brain. Yet now all the remaining soldiers not involved in trying to pin down the archer with heavy fire had such devices drawn, and were advancing in a wide semicircle. Having seen that the shock at least temporarily slowed her down, something even the bullets had failed at, they had devised a strategy meant to bring her down.

Laura knew it could work too. At the Facility she'd been subjected to electroshock torture many times; if the currents were kept more or less constant, it didn't give her healing factor a chance to regain control of her body. With as many of the weapons as they had, a similar effect could be induced and give them a chance to contain her; true, Laura knew she could take out many of them before that occurred, but that was hardly reassuring. So, shifting into a defensive juditsu stance, Laura gave a low growl as she began to slowly back away and assess the situation.

There were 18 SRA agents left alive and not incapacitated. Ten were advancing on her warily, due to the bodies of their comrades strewn around them, but with a well-thought-out plan of attack. Eight were alternating their fire to try and keep the archer pinned down behind the door, which he had selected for cover. It should not take her long to take out this number of soldiers, provided she could avoid being incapacitated by their shock rods; she just needed...

"Do you possess any explosive projectiles?!?" Laura called out to her temporary ally.