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 Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 1:27 pm
In the 4TH Avanue, not far from Wayne Enterprises, stands the Main Branch of "Shar Khar" Company. This facility belongs to one of the older skyscrapers of Gotham City. Formerly used by a TV News service it was closed due to a fire that had spread in the upper floors. Three years later, the trade service "Shar Khar" under Ming Tzu Haotzu bought the facility and renovated it completly, making it their station of operation. The leader of the company worked closely with Wayne Enterprises, the S.T.A.R. Labs and Lex Corps. With the renewal of this building he hoped to set foot in Gotham and make it a better place. The building has 24 floors and 4 basement levels. The lobby is bright and comforting. Leather seats and coaches for the clients coming to the company, autumn colors and golden ornaments decorate the hall and the staff is friendly and polite. The security and information center works with high tech gained from Wayne Tech and the S.T.A.R. Labs. 18 of the floors are used by the staff. They work day and night delivering informations to clients, dealing with delivery problems, establishing trading routes from the east lands to the west lands or sorting the wares that are brought to the market by their company. Each of the staff seems always to be in a good mood and helpful to anyone having a question.
The last upper 6 floors are part of Ming Tzu Haotzu's private apartment. He lives there with his son and overlooks the state of the city. The apartment is decorated in central asian style. Furnitures and walls are quite dark, but the rooms are always covered in the bright light of the candeliers. White lilies are placed on tables and shelves. The room of Ming is always locked, even for his son. Joan's room is filled with electronics, stuffed with books and tools and stuffed with toys and tech. The walls are often covered in the blueish light coming from his many PC lights.
The basement is used for stocking the wares and keeping check before delivering them to the open market. However, the last basement level is restricted and used for underground deliveries to the black market. It is a high tech cargo bay, highly protected, secured and only accessable by a handful of company members. From here weapons, illegal medicine, chemicals and drugs are delivered to the low life of Gotham's streets.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 2:14 pm
Joan Haotzu
Son of the Devil
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Haotzu Loft Apartment - Living Room
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: uncertain about the situation
The darkness of Gotham's night had befallen the streets. From the pristine glass windows of the living room, Joan was spying upon the small world beneath. He sighed and turned his gaze to the monitor on his left, looking upon numbers and letters rushing over the screen. His tired eyes caught the light of the tiny lines. It made him sigh anew. "Huh... So boring..." The boy rubbed his eyes and looked outside once more before turning his back on the window. He steered his wheelchair towards the coffee table in the middle of the room. Slowly touches the monitor and realised that the energy of his very existence was flowing underneath his fingertips. "No real work to do... Guess I have some spare time..., he smirked slightly sour, "What to do? Placing false charges on a police officer? Stealing precious science blueprints? Charge some military rockets towards a small, useless village? Huh... No... It's just no fun..." Within his arms embrace he held a little plush toy. A panda bear, smiling into the emptiness. "You think so too, right Boris?", the boy asked it and stroke its head gently, "I just wish someone like the Joker would call in. IOr maybe our old friend Lex Loser... Ha. Killing his goons would be a nice color change for this grey day..." The system alert sounded and caught the boys attention. He checked the numbers and the tiredness of his eyes vanished under a layer of anger. "Argh. Those buffoons! Can't they do anything right!? He steered the wheelchair around the table, levitating towards the elevator. Inside he pushed the button towards the deepest basement level. He frowned and took the paw of his plush toy. A sadistic smile covered his face as the doors closed before him. "Looks like we have some punishment to deliver, Boris..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 2:02 am
Joan Haotzu
Son of the Devil
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Haotzu Loft Apartment - Living Room
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: uncertain about the situation
The elevator went down. The music played inside the cabine was some sort of electro tune. The boy hummed along and smiled delighted over the wonderful punishment he might deliver to the responsible person. Finally the elevator stopped. He pulled a card from his trouser pockets and pointed it at the opened door. There was another steel door right in front with several holes in it. A ray of light came forth one and scanned the card he held within his grip. "Scanning complete. Joan Tzu Haotzu. Body Scan initiated. A mechanic voice stated and another ray beam covered the whole cabine. It went from the deepest point upwards. Again the voice answered to the kid. "Scanning complete. Personal recognized. Welcome Joan Tzu Haotzu." The doors opened and the kid steered his wheelchair outside. Two soldiers saluted him as he passed by a controlled area. He lifted his hand and looked at down into a giant warehouse. Soldiers, workers, thugs and scientists were running around, delivering crates to certain areas. Each area was separated by laser light fences. Battle drones and miniture helicopters flew over the huge basement area, keeping an eye on everthing around. The boy steered his wheelchair to a platform across a bridge, that was hanging above the center of the basement. He saw the subway trains and street tunnels that connected this area with the outside world. On the platform was some sort of control center with several monitors and security staff keeping a watch on things. One of them came up to the boy and handed him several papers. Lists with names, times and places on them. Wares coded with letters and numbers. "I want a status report. Now.", he demanded and the officer nodded and went to the other side. The boy checked the list and muttered the numbers silently to himself. As the staff returned he whispered to his ear and the kid looked at him angered. "Bring both of them here. Now." The officer waved at the east side of the bridge. Two heavily equipped soldiers dragged two workers over to the platform. They struggled and tried to ran. Standing before the child send shivers down their spine as they were forced to kneel before him. The boy stroke gently over his plush toys nose and denied them to look him in the eyes. "Ts, ts, ts.", he shook his head and spoke with coldm sharp words, "Such flaw...in a perfect system... Human error, others would say and smile at it. But not me... I hate failures... So tell me...who is responsible for the trashing of one crate of high quality guns? You know that at least ten of them are now useless and won't be shipped anymore... Not only that... This was part of a delivery to the Joker. Might want me to take you into the payment folder and leave him to judge over your incompetence?" He laughed and waved at the man annoyed. One begged for mercy, the other one yelled that is what not his fault. Both excuses tired the boy much and he made his decision. "Feed them to the dogs... They can use some fresh meat. Swap the delivery of those low rated bunch from sector 16. They've got the same, but I doubt that they will pay fully. It does not matter if half of their wares is broken." The soldiers took the workers away and the kid kept yelling orders across the basement warehouse. "Move it! Delivery 12 to 17.8 have to go out tonight. I won't allow more failures. Understand?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:18 pm
1 Week On 16/01/2014
After The Reign of Fear and the eternity it seemed to last, time once again began to fly by like normal until eventually, a week had passed. The main areas that bore the brunt of the assault: Coast City, Metropolis and Gotham easily begun their repairs and using their experience in cleaning up after super-powered individuals shortened the process to take little time at all.
Now that it was all over, the heroes now united could return to their normal lives. They could go to school. They could work. And eventually they could go back to their duties as superheroes; what's more is that more and more Legacies also began to develop. The world was finally recovering, the Void filling.
But just as the Crystal Grave was now inscribed with the word "WEAK" across its beautiful face, more and more things began to change. The White House shuddered. The President was unsure. How was he meant to deal with the Gods Now Amongst his people again? How was he meant to reign in people so powerful that they could decimate a whole army with a shoddy construct and a misfire?
The World was on the edge of its seat...
And the Universe looked on expectantly...
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:53 am
Joan Haotzu
Son of the Devil
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Haotzu Loft Apartment - Living Room
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: irritated by the incompetence of his father's service men
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"Get the truck ready.", Joan yelled through the hall, "I want Joker's delivery to be on time." The guards and goons ran over the place. Quickly crates and boxes were placed carefully into the trunk of the truck that stood on a road, waiting for its engine to roar with power. The young lad steered his wheelchair over the platform, hovering down gently next to the truck. "Five guards...", he ordered to one, "I won't be needing more... His fragile hand strokes over the side of the truck as he passed by towards its end. He stopped his wheelchair on the back end and typed a code on the panel of its left arm rest. "Station C-7... Activate R-11. I will take it with me..." The guards looked at him scared as he mentioned that number. His gaze turned towards them, when answer arrived on his headphone. The cold coming from his stare was giving them shivers. Finally the last crate was brought and placed in the truck. Joan steered inside the trunk and locked the wheelchair onto the metal surfaces of wall and ground. A buckle snapped around his body and left him in a weird, sci fi seat construction. Three armed men entered the trunk with him and checked the crates, so they would not be damaged of would fall from their place. Then they gathered all over the trunk and readied their fire arms. Before the doors were closed a long silverish rope crawled into the trunk. It was a huge metallic snake that curled its body around the chair. "Perfect...", he nodded, "Close it now. And let us move on." The trucks back was sealed shut and the two remaining guards went to the drivers seats. Finally the Truck roared towards a tunnel in front. Door opened and granted passage for the transport. The road went underneath the streets and released them in a small passway close to the road. The truck fit nicely between the two houses walls and left for the streets, leaving the secret pathway and its mystery behind. "Make sure to stay on time, boys. The Monarch Theater is our meating point. I don't let him wait on us... And leave the talking to me... Right, Boris." He cuddled the Panda and his smile seemed gentle and caring, but the cold of his gaze was not yet gone. ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: :::
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 1:02 am
Joan Haotzu
Son of the Devil
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Coming from the Monarch Theatre - Entering the underground Road
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: frustrated, annoyed by the duty he has to attent - curious and interested in the outcome of the deal with the Joker
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"Hm...", Joan yawned in the back of the truck. They finally returned to the HQ, passing another hidden underground Road. The truck rolled down into the side street and stopped at a wall. The ground opened beneath them and settled the wheels down on an elevator platform that took the vehicle with them into the darkness before closing again. Joan used a pannel from his wheelchair to call forth a screen. There was a man with short white hair and a gentle smile on it. He was dressed in fine clothing fitting for a butler. "Get the car ready, Jin... And prepare some fresh clothes for me." The man on the screen bowed and the communication ended. After a short moment of numbers floating up on the screen, another face appeared on it. This time it was an elderly man with a labcoat on. His expression was like stone. "Jackson. Get the R-09 Form C3 ready. I have some spying to do..."The elevator stopped at the storage section and quickly men came and started loading off the truck. Joan came out of the back and stared at the busy workers in cold disgust. "Get those corpses over to the lab... They know the drill. You.", he yelled and then looked at the last surviving soldier, "Report back to the command station. Let the captain know of the details and tell him it was my decision. He should remember well what happened the last time his former superior went through after defying our corporations methodes... Dismissed." The solder saluted and went on his way. Joan left for the nearest Elevator and went to the 18th floor. There he was greeted by the butler, who bowed before him respectful. "The car is ready and your garment is prepared, young sir.", he said with a soft voice and gentle smile. "Good. Let's get this out of the schedule... Dad should be back soon, too. Here." The boy handed the plate with the bloody signature symbol to the man. Place it by the others and then help me with dressing..." "Of course. Your father will be most pleased with the success of the deal." "Only if the Joker keeps his end of the bargain...", the kid smirked and petted his plush toy, "But I see no point worrying about that. The Joker at least never broke a contract so far... I doubt that he will start now. Not with all the fun we provided him with. The kid sighed. After getting dressed, the boy send his mechanical snake through a traveling pipe behind a painting. "Back to the lab with you.", he ordered and the snake crawled down the pipe. The hole closed and the painting placed back on the wall. Joan entered a code on his wheelchair control pannel and the heavy side blocks fell off. He rolled backwards and Jin, the butler, pointed a pen at them. He pressed a button and the two heavy boxes pulled themselves together. They morphed and formed into a suitcase. "It sometimes surprises me how I found means and ways to stuff enlarged objects into more handy sizes...", the kid laughed weak, "Take it with us, Jin. And don't forget the donation money and delivery documents." "Everything meaningful to this meeting was already packed, sealed and taken to the car, young sir. I also took the time to control and reorder your schedule to the newest dates and deals that entered the company today. And your drone has arrived undamaged as well." The man answered with a gentle and mannerful tone, presenting a small robotic spider to the boy. "Huh...at least one besides father and Boris who can keep up with me. Good work, Jin...", he praised the man dull, but sencerly, "R-09 C3. Mission Objective - controlled observation of contract 198/335/2-0. Dubbed 'Punishment and Annihilation-19006'. Primary Mission - Spy-Code 17D-E-1. Mission Completion setpoint 1 - All hostiles terminated. Report back to lab after setpoint 1 is aquired or 24 hours passed. Mission start - 10 seconds from now." The robot waited for a short while before its tiny camera eyes opened and it jumped from the butler's hand. Jin pointed his pen to the wall and pressed another button on it, opening a small hole on the wall where the spider machine could crawl outside. "Let's go, Jin. This is going to be a long and exhausting week, I assume." The two went to the elevator and down to the first floor. Both exit the building. They get into a fine, black Cadillac that was waiting for them in front of the entrance. Jin helped his young master into the car and stashed the luggage on his other side before getting behind the wheel. >> Leaving for Wayne Enterprises << ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: :::
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:08 am
LordBloodySoul Joan Haotzu
Son of the Devil
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Coming from the Monarch Theatre - Entering the underground Road
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: frustrated, annoyed by the duty he has to attent - curious and interested in the outcome of the deal with the Joker
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>>Coming from Wayne Enterprises<< After returning home, Joan stayed there for the rest of the week. He barely showed his face in public, and when he did, he was at his stepfather's side. The boy retreated into his lab every now and then, working on new robotic entities and avoiding contact with others. Since his drone was still on duty, he knew That the work was still not done or That it may have been spotted and destroyed. Lesser was unlikely in his eyes. he had confidence in his delicate machinery. One afternoon, he was again sitting at his workbench, welding metal parts together. He sighed deeply frustrated, wondering How he could spice his routine up a notch. ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: :::
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