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Post by Vincent Stark on Oct 11, 2012 5:06:45 GMT 1
After spending the better part of the clean up effort being briefed on the casualties, destruction and general cost of repairs to Stark Tower Vincent Howard Stark had then spent the last four hours crying into the Armani clad shoulder of her father. The two of them had worked so hard to make the tower more than a building, it was a base, it was a home it was a lab it was their entire world.
Vincent was now sitting in a bunker that was now serving as a meeting room for the Justice League of Avengers surrounded by the others, and waiting for the stragglers to make their ways in.
The JLA would be deciding what to do from here, where to go. Vincent's first vote was to stay in Stark Tower, not to cower to the threats and attacks by villainous men like Black Adam, but there was the safety of all the civilians working in Stark Tower to consider as well.
Eyes baggy and waiting for some comfort Vincent sighed waiting for the others to start talking, for a genius level intellect, she was stumped.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Oct 12, 2012 0:27:39 GMT 1
Octavius had been in Latveria when the battle at the Tower took part. While generally speaking fighting Black Adam was usually the sort of thing one would expect him to get involved in, there was just too much he could do in Latveria. His rains had put out fire, his strong arms had moved debris and he had been able to run around the capital city giving his aide everywhere.
Now he was in the bunker with the others. One arm wrapped around Vincent's shoulder and pulled her close into his large chest. The Tower wasn't just her base of operations, it was her home. At least her father had many properties so they would now be without a place to stay.
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Post by Flameshadow on Oct 12, 2012 1:48:05 GMT 1
Jamie was sitting there silently with the others she had been doing her what she would to help. She was involved with the battle as well. The tower was also her only home she has she is with Charlie who she is staying with at moment . She puts her hands her lap and stared off she was waiting for what is going be said.
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Post by James O'Grady on Oct 15, 2012 5:16:36 GMT 1
Though much of his research had carried him away from the Tower often, James did make a point of trying to check in. Especially with the recent events such as the assault of Black Adam on the JLA Tower occurring. Though he wouldn't openly say it, James was also concerned with the well being of his teammate, Jamie Starflame. He used a secure line to cam call in to the team. "Hey everyone. Is Ja-- everyone OK?"
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Oct 16, 2012 3:01:08 GMT 1
Ayame sat silently in the corner, knees pressed to her chest and arms wrapped around them, chin resting on her knees with her eyes downcast, a decent amount away from everyone else - well, as decent an amount as possible in such a small space. Normally, she would have adored it. If she was alone. But there was a chance of accidental touches and brushes, and it made her uncomfortable. Even with these people she'd been living with for more than a year, she felt awkward.
There was also the fact that the tower was gone. Their home, their refuge...the place they could be themselves. Gone in an instant. She couldn't crawl around airvents anymore with ease and knowledge of them like the back of her hand. She couldn't stand on the very edge of the roof, teetering dangerously as the wind whipped around her.
She'd been lucky enough to find a fair amount of her things. The most precious was, undoubtably, the well loved white plush toy rabbit, Usa-chan, which was wedged between her chest and her thighs, along with a fair amount of her weapons, but knew others hadn't been as lucky.
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Post by Raphael Strange on Oct 20, 2012 18:22:23 GMT 1
[/color] Standing up he removed the black trench coat he wore, reviling the black suspenders resting on his shoulders over his white dress shirt. Making a slight sigh as he walked over to Ayame to crouch down near her to look at her. Saying in a soften hushed tone. “Are you alright Bunny-chan?” Saying his nickname he had for her in hopes of lifting her spirits. Looking over his shoulder to make a suggestion he had on his mind to speak to the team. “I can offer a safe place to stay for those that need it at the Sanctum Sanctorum.”[/ul] |
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Post by Erin Brown on Oct 23, 2012 4:04:39 GMT 1
Stepping back into the room, the tension was still thick and everyone was still doing the same thing; moping, crying and straining with angry and unanswerable questions. Balancing trays of coffee, some crackers and small pasties in her hands, Erin didn’t make eye contact with anyone as she stood there for a moment.
What had happened was unthinkable and it made her feel hurt, violated and disgraced. The tower was destroyed, like a giant wrecking ball had smashed through it and their lives. The hard headed Black Adam had done more than just destroy the tower; he left a big hole in the JLA. The world was questioning them and their capabilities, there was anger and blame circling them like piranhas and they were lying in the water, ripped open like a flesh wound.
It was an excuse to get away for a moment, but making coffee and preparing snack didn’t take away anything. No one was probably hungry anyway. Erin let out a sigh and set the trays on the table. Looking down at the table, there was tears starting to drip down her face. She whipped them with her sleeve and slowly looked up.
She knew a lot of bad feelings and predicaments from her life but this was new. Yet she knew there was one thing that never stopped; she never gave up; her stubbornness was something she hold onto and which got her this far. She wasn’t a motivational speaker for much but no one seemed to have anything. “We will get through this.” She stuttered a bit through the tightness in her throat.
“We are going to get through it!” She cleared her throat and looked around the room. “You guys, from the short time I’ve been on this team I’ve seen extraordinary things from you people. You’ve become my family and families stick together and fix things. We can’t let this break us. I know I can’t let it keep holding me down. What happened happened and we need to get back up.” She spoke to them and then sighed and sat down. “Of course the How might be the problem.” She said and throw her head back and kicked her feet back and forth.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Oct 24, 2012 3:55:18 GMT 1
The Stark woman watched the others beneath her limping curls, her back still pressed firmly into Octavius' chest. If she were to face him she might burst into tears once more, and she refused to cry like that in front of her team mates, the people she should probably be most comfortable with.
Grief did funny things to people, Vincent who would normally be the biggest advocate of trust and openness among the team was suddenly shrinking back against her lover, and even in front of him she was truly afraid to look weak.
"Thank you all for your support..." Vincent started, some how feeling she should take the lead on this meeting as it was her childhood home that was blown up. "And thank you Raphael, for opening the Sanctus Sanctorum to us." She pursed her lips and stood, gently patting Octavius arms for him to release her before she did so. "This is hard for me to think, and even harder for me to say, but the attack on the JLA Tower, and by Proxy Stark Tower showed our ability to protect New York as a failure. Simply by being vunerable in our own home we allowed some one to get the jump on us, and for that we lost team mates, civilians... men and women who were murdered by Tsade simply because the showed up to work."
Her face looked pained as she recalled the death toll scrolling by on her hand held device. It was never easy to look at it, but some how it really struck home when you saw your secretaries name on that list. She remembered asking her to rearrange a lunch appointment before she'd left for the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier, she also remembered the pictures of her son on her desk. The woman's name was Mary-Anne, she was the first woman in her family to graduate college, her son was the first child she'd had out of three miscarriages, she had been a friend to Vincent, and now her son would never see her again just because of that fact.
"We can not put civilians at risk again, we must truly protect the people we claim to protect... I'm making a motion... to move the JLA base from New York."
There it was out, and she didn't feel any better for it, she almost felt worse. The Stark Towers had opened their arms to the JLA, put up with Ayome crawling in the Vents, Erin coming in through windows at all hours of the night, Raphael's magical mumbo jumbo in the staff fridge and Vincent and Octavius' pranks on chinese food delivery boys, and despite all of the grinning and bearing it they'd done they still payed the price.
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Post by James O'Grady on Oct 25, 2012 21:02:17 GMT 1
From his location on the screen, James caught sight of it all. The new relationships formed in his absence from the team during this time was evident. The loss and the rising number in the death toll from the attack really made it hit home as well. James heard the offer by Raphael to move the JLA's base to his Sanctum Sanctorum, but what stunned him was the attempt by Erin to rally the team together followed by Vincent's statement that headquarters be removed from New York.
Over the team's history the JLA had moved very little... at least to his knowledge, he decided to ask any way, "Where are you thinking headquarters will be moved to?"
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Oct 27, 2012 1:50:06 GMT 1
The Thorson kept his position solid, nodding to others that arrived but at this place and at this time he felt his role was to be a pillar of strength for the others so that perhaps they could lean on him in their time of being down. The defeat at home was a most bitter one. It was not just a physical wound but also an emotional one. It was hard to feel safe when the enemy could strike in what should be the safest of locations.
Vincent informed that she had the idea of moving the Justice League of Avengers base to another location, the Thorson raised an eyebrow. He was as curious as the Silver Scarab. Where would be an ideal location when the heart of New York was clearly unsafe? Another realm mayhap?
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