Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
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“Because I actually look at the world. You’d be surprised how much people miss because they aren’t looking,” O said.
“You said you had something we might be interested in,” Kaldur’ahm said.
O shook his head, “Nope. Nothing. Had to make sure Cronus didn’t kill you so I needed an excuse to get you out of there.”
“Cronus?” M’gann repeated.
“Guy with the scar. So, I sell magazines, newspapers. There’s probably something in this pile you’re interested in.” He gestured vaguely to the cart.
“What’s your name?” Kaldur’ahm inquired.
O rolled his eyes from behind his glasses, “Call me Oracle.” He grabbed a newspaper and tossed it to the pair, “Here, you’ll find this interesting. Business section. That article about Sinclair Ranches.”
Kaldur’ahm raised an eyebrow and flipped the paper to the business section. He scanned through it until he found the article declaring Sinclair Ranches expanding their work into Saskatchewan and the fact that Thadius Sinclair visited the prospective fields himself.
“I don’t understand,” M’gann commented.
Kaldur’ahm looked back at Oracle, “What do mean this will interest us?”
Oracle looked at them, puzzled, “What? You’re still here? Go! Go make the flying rodent and princess happy!” He glared at his drink, “This isn’t right. Grab me another drink, will you?”
“Apologies, but we must be…going,” Kaldur’ahm said lamely, turning and striding away from the man named Oracle. M’gann hurried beside him, confused beyond all belief.
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Apparently, OP/authorAnon fails at character-counting as well as titles. And restraint. Wally and Conner and the COTT guys (+ a COTT incidental character) will come soon!
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/ Does the name Thadius Sinclair, or Sinclair Ranches, mean anything to anyone? / M'gann questioned over their com-link.
/ Thadius is the guy in charge of Sinclair Ranches, / Robin pointed out.
/ Is there any connection between him and New Olympia? / asked Kaldur'ahm.
/ Let's see, / Robin paused, scanning through the information he had picked up on his wrist computer in the alley in Chinatown. / Yeah, actually. His daughter, Theresa, goes to Olympus High School. /
/ Makes sense, it is a boarding school, / Artemis commented.
/ Conner, Wally, see if you can find her around the school. Ask her some questions. See what she thinks about the creatures and the Titans, / Kaldur advised.
"Sweet, got the picture Rob," Wally grinned. "Wow, she's hot."
Conner opted to not comment on Theresa's attractiveness. He just began to head for the school itself. Wally jogged to catch up and they crossed the road to reach the school with the status of Atlas holding up the planet in its centre court. The school looked normal enough. Especially in a city that was enamoured by Greek stuff. Normal kids milling about. There were no uniforms, the boarding school was pretty lax in terms of the stereotypical boarding school stuff. There were the usual groups, punks, preps, jocks, geeks etc. Conner and Wally blended right in.
"You new?" a girl with brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail and wearing a pink t-shirt questioned as they walked by the main office at the front of the school.
"Uh…" Wally paused. "Yeah. New students."
"Cool! I just thought I'd ask since, like, I know everyone here." She chuckled. "I'm Stephanie, Field Hockey Striker, Student Body Secretary and the usual person to show new people around. What're your names?"
"I'm Wally, this is Conner."
"You're both new? Are you related or something because usually it takes weeks before the new kids find each other. Well, except for Atlanta and them. They got together right away. Kind of weird, but whatev'. She's one of our best players."
"Yeah, uh, brothers," Wally said, plastering a wide grin on his face. "Uh, adopted."
"Cool. So this is obviously the main office, where we'll grab your schedules and stuff." She pushed open the door and led them into the standard main office as Wally blanched and hung back, hurriedly communicating over his com-link that him and Conner were apparently new students. "Hi, Angelia!"
Angelia, the main secretary, looked up and beamed as Stephanie walked into the office, "I thought you were leaving, Stephanie!"
"I was, but then I bumped into Wally and Conner. They're new students, apparently."
In the back, speaking to a plump woman who appeared to be in charge, the principal, maybe, was a small boy with a complexion at least four shades darker than Kaldur's in a red hoodie, brown pants and glasses who paused mid-sentence at Stephanie's announcement. Both him and the olive-complexioned woman in the suit turned and raised eyebrows. Angelia raised an eyebrow, "Really? I wasn't aware that we were expecting new students today. Just one moment boys. May as well take a seat."
"Must have been pretty last minute, huh boys?" the plump woman with the olive complexion chortled. "Call me Hestia. I'm the Headmistress here. But you already knew that, huh?"
"It was pretty last minute. Y'know, Dad got a new job, short notice and all," Wally shrugged.
"Well you'll enjoy it here! Never a dull moment!" She laughed then turned and headed back to her office, "C'mon Odie, we'll talk in here." The boy with the glasses and red hoodie followed her.
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Conner raised an eyebrow, "Thought that Atlanta girl was supposed to be good."
"She is! So's Theresa. They're two of our best players. I mean, Bella is awesome too, then there's AJ. She's one of the best goalies we've had. But Atlanta's the fastest."
"Theresa?"
"Yeah, Theresa Sinclair. She tried to buy like, fifty Balloon-O-Grams for Valentine's Day last year. Student Council couldn't let her though. It was hilarious. Took ages for her and Jay to get together. Half of the school was like, augh, someone just grab them and shove them in a closet or something! Y'know?"
"You know where Theresa and Atlanta hang out?"
"Them and the guys are usually by their lockers or in their dorms or on the field. Why?"
"I'm a big fan of her dad's ranches," Wally blurted out.
Stephanie gave him an odd look, "You're a fan of…cows?"
"Er..."
Conner cut in, "He likes meat."
"Don't say that to Atlanta," Stephanie advised. "She's a hardcore vegan. Green Alliance and everything. Keeps on trying to get her boyfriend to become a vegetarian. He isn't buying it. Does drink soy milk though." Stephanie paused and wrinkled her nose, "Why do I even know that? God, I know way too much about this school."
"Okay, here are your schedules boys. Wally and Conner Eastman," Angelia announced, handing the printed copies to them along with an envelope. "Then in the envelope are all of the extra sheets you need your parents to sign."
"Can I see?" Stephanie asked.
Wally handed her his schedule mutely. She raised an eyebrow, "AP Chemistry first. Hey, Odie's in that, right Odie?"
The guy in the red hoodie stepped out of Hestia's office and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Want me to show him the labs?"
"That'd be awesome," Stephanie nodded, glancing at Conner's schedule, "He's got the same. Hey, Odie, are you alright with showing them around? I've really got to meet with Gil."
"Student Body President," Odie explained for Conner and Wally's benefit. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Didn't you bring anything for class?"
Conner shrugged as Stephanie left, "Bring it later."
Odie raised an eyebrow, "Alright. AP Chemistry then." He questioned as soon as they started walking outside of the main office, "You're interested in Therri because you like meat? Seriously?"
"I really like meat," Wally maintained.
"Man, she's hot. I'm not blind. She knows she's hot. Everyone knows she's hot. But she's dating Jay. And man, you are not going to succeed in getting between them. Besides, Theresa and Jay are my friends. You don't get to mess with my friends without me crashing your computer to the point of no return."
"Dude, seriously, I just like meat."
Odie raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Odie! Little buddy!" a guy bigger than Conner proclaimed as he shut his locker.
"Hey Herry, just showing some new kids around."
Herry frowned and stared at Conner, "You look a lot like that Superboy guy."
Conner glared. Wally turned bright red, "Coincidences! Love'em!"
"No, I mean, you look a lot like Superboy. It's creepy."
"It really is," a guy with purple hair said, leaning forward past Herry's shoulder.
Herry barely glanced back at him, "Hey Archie."
"Hey."
Wally blinked. When had that guy gotten here? He was like a freaking ninja. Like Robin.
Conner's glare intensified. Neither Herry nor Archie seemed bothered by it. Herry just stared at him. Archie glared right back.
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Wally laughed, loudly, "As if he could be Superboy! That's so funny!"
Archie, Herry, Odie and the blond guy stared at him. The blond shook his head, "No. I'm never wrong about appearances. Appearances are my 'thing'. Like Archie's thing is wearing clashing sweatsuits." He ignored the glare Archie shot him. "Conner's Superboy, Oliver Queen's Green Arrow, you're Kid Flash, etcetera etcetera."
"You're just spouting off random guesses," Conner crossed his arms, glowering.
"Yeah, but I'm the luckiest person here."
"That's true," Archie nodded. "Neil is the luckiest person on the planet. Never toss a coin against him. He always wins."
"Scientifically proven," Odie added.
"So the question is…" Archie smirked, "What are Superboy and Kid Flash doing here?"
"Probably investigating that stuff about the Titans," Odie shrugged. "Standard stuff."
"Here?" Neil questioned. "Besides Mr. D's hideous toupee there isn't much sinister stuff here."
"Wally's interested in Therri because he likes meat," Odie added.
"Meat?" Herry repeated. "I like meat too but I'm not interested in the ranch, or Theresa for that matter. As long as it's edible it's good. Ugh, now I want a burger."
"So do I," another guy commented, joining the group.
"Jay, guess what," Archie said in greeting to the new guy, "Wally here AKA, according to Neil, Kid Flash, is interested in your girlfriend because he likes meat. A lot."
Jay raised an eyebrow and looked at Wally, "You know that could be taken a couple of ways, right? Either you want to eat my girlfriend…which is a really bad idea because she'll kick your ass, and then so will I, and everyone else here, plus Atlanta-"
"Who'll kick your ass double-hard," Archie interjected.
"Yeah, that. Or, you like her Dad's ranches. Which is just…really weird. Even by my standards."
"Batman's gonna kill us," Wally groaned.
"So Robin, Kid Flash and Superboy are here," Jay raised an eyebrow. "Probably Aqualad too then. Cool."
"Artemis?" Archie suggested. "As in sidekick of Green Arrow Artemis not our - er - that, Artemis."
"Probably," Odie shrugged. "Internet's all about the sidekicks forming a team. Especially since that whole adult's world and kid's world thing. Miss Martian's probably in it too. Rocket maybe. Zatanna."
"Crappiest day ever," Archie intoned irritably.
Murmurs of agreement spread through the group.
Jay pulled out his cell and frowned, swearing under his breath. He turned to his friends, "Hey, guys, we still have a group project to do. Due tomorrow, remember?" He waved the cell as if it was evidence of the group project.
"Ugh…can't it wait?" Neil complained. "I have a mani-pedi in an hour."
"If we go now we could finish it in thirty minutes," Archie pointed out as Herry grabbed him.
"Don't you have English in an hour?" Odie questioned.
"Yeah. Skipping it," Neil said with a shrug. Odie rolled his eyes.
"Odie, have you gotten that computer stuff done yet?" Jay questioned.
"Yeah, I'll come. You guys can find your "classes" yourselves. It isn't that hard," Odie said.
Wally and Conner watched them leave. Conner frowned, "They were lying."
"About a group project?"
"Yeah."
"Follow?"
"Yeah."
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Robin darted to the side, springing past the chimera as its stinger headed for him. The stinger hit air and Zatanna shouted a spell at a giant heading for her. He was promptly blindfolded and tripped over a fallen telephone pole with a grunt and a wince.
“Pathetic,” Cronus stated, striding out of the shadows and not even bothering to move his hands to shove his lead giant, Agnon, back to his feet and remove the blindfold. “Your magic is pathetic, mortal.”
Zatanna ignored his statement and shouted another spell, intent upon gagging him and tying him up with his own clothes. Nothing happened.
She repeated the spell.
Nothing.
“Zatanna, what are you doing?” Artemis shouted, notching an arrow and shooting at one of the three harpies circling above her like vultures.
“Nothing’s working on him!” she shouted, her eyes widening.
He laughed, “You can’t hope to compete with the power of a God, mortal witch. Especially untrained as you are.”
Gold sickles appeared in his hands. He sprinted straight for her, the blades glinting brightly.
A water whip wound its way around Cronus’ right arm, startling him enough for Zatanna to fly out of the way. The electricity that snapped up the whip did nothing to affect him though. He turned sharply, orange ribbons of magic winding around the whip and turning the water into two massive serpents that promptly began attacking Aqualad.
Miss Martian headed straight for the harpies, taking one out of the fight almost immediately and startling a second for Artemis to shoot her properly. Miss Martian moved to the Chimera.
The civilians had escaped ten minutes ago, some screaming for the Titans, others shouting about Robin’s presence in New Olympia, others simply running, irritated by the fact that they’d be late for their shift at work. They had grown used to the interruptions caused by mythological creatures attacking at random.
A red blur darted through the fight, eliciting a shout from Artemis, “Thought you were supposed to be fast KF!”
The blur knocked Cronus off his feet and turned, skidding to a stop next to Artemis. Artemis did a double-take. It was a teenage girl with fire-engine red hair, “Oh, I’m fast alright. Can I borrow an arrow?”
“Wha-?”
Atlanta grabbed an arrow from Artemis’ quiver and promptly pulled a collapsible compound bow from her right pocket. She sprinted towards Cronus. He lashed out with his sickles twisting in front of him. She leaped at the last possible second, propelled herself off his arms and flipped, notching an arrow in midair and shooting it straight for the Chimera focusing on Robin and Miss Martian. She landed behind Cronus and was out of his range before anyone could blink. The Chimera’s stinger was covered in ice in the next instant, courtesy of the trick arrow.
“Thanks!” Atlanta shouted as she passed Artemis.
A red motorcycle roared through the fight. The rider, with red hair as long as Artemis’, twisted with the bike’s movement, skidding around Cronus in a wide circle.
“Ah, Theresa,” Cronus smirked, playing with the blade of one of his sickles.
She didn’t reply and the motorcycle headed straight for Cronus.
BOOM!
The explosion was blinding.
Theresa had flipped backwards off the bike, just barely managing to get a shield spell up to protect herself from the debris. She landed in a crouch and tossed off her helmet.
“You just killed him,” Artemis breathed.
“He’s immortal,” Theresa corrected.
Cronus walked out of the flames, a delighted smirk spreading across his face.
“Fantastic.”
“You get used to it,” Theresa promised, darting forwards, murmuring a spell under her breath.
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“Relax,” Neil said, leaning against the wall behind her as he fixed his hair. “She’s the great-great-great-great…there are a lot of greats, granddaughter of Poseidon and Persephone’s training her using Hecate’s big book of witchcraft. Plus there was that whole thing with making the Gods mortal and…yeah. Theresa’s got it.”
Zatanna just stared at him, “Who are you?”
“Oh come on!” Neil exclaimed, exasperated. “I’m Neil! Supermodel! Hello! I’ve been in like, fifty commercials and modeled fifty times that!”
“Neil, get your butt over here or help Atlanta and Archie!” Jay shouted, moving into a defensive position as Theresa snapped up a magical shield to block Cronus’ blast of magic.
“Alright, alright! I’m coming! Don’t get your panties in a bunch, sheesh,” Neil didn’t even pocket his mirror as he walked over to the group attacking the Chimera.
Robin tossed a few explosives beneath the Chimera. The explosions jarred it, flinging it onto its back where it promptly rolled over and dart towards Robin. Atlanta skidded into its path, dropping a series of explosives created by Odie. The chimera scurried atop them and exploded. Violently.
Neil stopped in his tracks as the Chimera’s guts and goo covered him, head to toe.
He twitched.
Atlanta and Archie stared. Silently, they turned to one another. In the next instant, they were laughing, unbothered by the Chimera’s innards covering them.
A spasm ran through Neil’s body and he let out a bloodcurdling shriek. “EAAAGHHHH! MY HAIR! MY CLOTHES! OMIGOD! THIS IS DISGUSTING! EAAAGHHHH! MY SHOES! MY BEAUTIFUL MIRROR! AAAARRRGGGHHH! ATLANTA! YOU MADE THE CHIMERA COVER ME IN ITS INSIDES! THIS IS THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I HAVE EVER - SON OF A MOTHER-”
Atlanta and Archie stared. Archie commented, “I didn’t know he had such a wide vocabulary.”
“OMIGOD GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF! SOMEONE’S GONNA DIE GODDAMMIT MY HAAAIIIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!”
“Go kill Cronus, Neil! Cronus brought the Chimera here! It’s all his fault!” Archie shouted.
“Yeah!” Atlanta joined in. “Not Robin’s or my fault! We didn’t bring the Chimera here!”
“I CAN’T FIGHT LIKE THIS! I’M HIDEOUS! THIS IS PRIME MOCKING MATERIAL!”
“Cronus looks like a corpse, Neil,” Atlanta pointed out.
“…” Neil blinked. He turned, slowly, to face Cronus, “CRONUS! YOU ASS! YOUR FUCKING PET MESSED UP MY GORGEOUS HAIR!”
Cronus stared. Theresa stared. Jay stared. Odie stared. Herry stared. Artemis blinked. Miss Martian looked concerned. Aqualad swore in Greek and Zatanna succeeded in restraining one of the serpents.
Odie chuckled, “Oooo Cronus, you’re gonna get it now. You messed with Neil’s hair.”
Cronus shot a glare at Odie, “Oh be quiet.”
“And clothes,” Odie added. “And skin. Face it man, you’re screwed. Right Jay?”
“Yep, pretty much screwed,” Jay nodded, leaning on his collapsible staff leisurely.
“RAAHH!”
Neil stopped abruptly, squealing, as a mass of muscle landed in front of him, heading straight for Cronus.
“Wait!” Jay shouted, nearly tripping over his staff in his haste to stop Superboy from charging Cronus. Herry got there first, tackling Superboy out of the way and managing to pin him to the ground as Atlanta intercepted Kid Flash and Aqualad shouted something violent in Greek as the remaining serpent was ripped off him courtesy of Archie’s Hephaestus whip.
Jay raised an eyebrow at Aqualad’s Grecian profanity while darting towards Herry and Superboy as Theresa continued dealing with Cronus. Archie, Artemis, Aqualad, Miss Martian and Robin were heading there anyway. Neil just seemed frozen.
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Superboy grunted. Jay decided to take that as a ‘yes’. He turned to Kid Flash, who was staring at Atlanta, shocked, “Got it?”
“What? Yeah, yeah, alright dude. So you guys are the Titans, right?”
“We don’t call ourselves that, but yeah, I guess we are.”
“How’d you pin me?” Superboy questioned as Herry released him.
“Hercules is my great-great-great…there are a lot of greats, grandfather. It’s a family thing, superstrength,” Herry shrugged. “My Granny has it too.”
“Dude, Hercules is mythical,” Kid Flash said.
Herry snorted, “I wish.”
“He doesn’t like you?” Superboy questioned, looking puzzled and hopeful.
“What? No, he likes me. He’s just disgusting. Boxers and muscle shirts and socks all day long. He’s not very godly, even for a demi-god.”
“Oh.”
“Superman really isn’t good to you huh,” Atlanta said, ignoring the fight that was occurring. The others were handling it alright and Cronus hadn’t summoned a portal yet to retreat. She counted that as a win.
“He completely ignores Supey,” Kid Flash frowned.
“So, what, Superman doesn’t even train you in how to use your strength in a fight?” Herry asked.
“Well, no.”
“Wonder Woman does though, right?”
“…no…”
“...” Herry looked at Jay and Atlanta. Atlanta smiled. Jay exhaled and nodded. Herry grinned and turned to Superboy, “You’re gonna meet Granny. She trained me first. And then Hercules. And then we could train together, which will be awesome because the only people near my strength level are the Gods and that is not a fair fight.”
“Batman-”
“I’ll handle Batman,” Jay cut in.
“You’ll handle Batman,” Atlanta repeated with raised eyebrows. She crossed her arms, “Please. Hera will.”
“…that’d probably be a better plan.”
“Yeah - Therri!”
Jay whirled around. A bolt of purple energy shot over his shoulder and collided with Cronus’ back, sending him staggering forwards as Theresa slowly pushed herself to her feet amidst the debris of the shattered wall, wincing. Atlanta brought her wrist crossbow down.
Jay turned to Atlanta and Kid Flash, “Think you guys can distract him?”
The speedsters nodded.
“Throw me at him when we hit top,” Atlanta said to Kid Flash. He nodded and they sprinted off, blurs of colour.
“I need you two to come at him from either side. Start with the side then move to front and back. Herry, you’re at front. We’ll get some restraints on him then, Herry, your rope.”
Herry mock-saluted him then pushed Superboy to the right.
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He shot her a grateful look, :: Thanks, yeah. ::
:: Telepathic link established. ::
:: Speedsters running distraction. Strongest on attack from either side. Odie, do you have the restraints with you? ::
:: No, but I can definitely make some with some of the stuff here. Robin and Neil could help. :: Odie responded.
:: Do it. Artemis, Archie, you’re on long-range, make him angry and hit any projectiles he tries and throws at us. Theresa, Zatanna, think you can try and keep him from making a portal out of here? ::
:: On it. :: Archie and Artemis agreed.
:: How do we do that? :: questioned Zatanna.
:: Follow my lead. :: advised Theresa as a purple glow surrounded her body.
:: Aqualad, Miss Martian, you’re with me. We’re going in- ::
:: Aw hell… :: Atlanta swore as she careened through the air, slightly off-kilter, and Cronus managed to twist and swat her towards Theresa. Cronus, ever good with timing, snapped a hand up and a black portal rimmed in orange spawned in front of him. He stepped through an instant before Kid Flash would have reached him.
“Theresa, Atlanta, you two okay?” Jay questioned, jogging over to them.
“Yeah, we’re good Jay. Bumps and bruises,” Atlanta reported, getting to her feet.
“And a sprained wrist,” Theresa winced, cradling her wrist from where she had landed on it wrong. “I’ll need to wrap it.”
“Well that sucked,” Artemis commented.
“He always runs when he’s backed into a corner and know he’ll lose,” Odie explained. “And it’s taking me ages to rebuild that last portal restrictor so we’re relying on Therri’s magic right now.”
“And I’m nowhere near his level,” Theresa sighed.
Herry squeezed her shoulders, “Aw, don’t beat yourself up Theresa. Last week your shield couldn’t withstand an explosion like that. That was an awesome explosion, by the way. Glad it wasn’t my truck.”
“Thanks.”
“Ah, hello?” Neil pushed forward. “Can we speed it up here? I’m still covered in Chimera guts and I have-” he checked his cell, “fifteen minutes to get to my mani-pedi.”
Jay looked at Theresa and gestured to the League teenagers, “Therri, think you could…y’know?”
“Doubt it,” Theresa grimaced. “I’m not skilled enough to overcome the shields.”
“Don’t think we should anyway,” Odie added. “Theory Gamma, remember Jay?”
“Yeah, you have a point,” Jay turned to the League teenagers, clearly having a telepathic conversation. “Odie, call Hermes. Tell him we need Hera over here and the usual clean-up. Also, tell Chiron he needs to look at Theresa’s wrist. Therri, Neil, Archie, you three head back to the school.”
“Finally,” Neil exhales.
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