Dc x dp idea 82

Bernard has a new online conspiracy theorist friend.

Tim is at least happy bernard has less conspiracy theories about the bats. However him going off about a whole branch of the government deemed as guys in white is a bit much.

Now. He sure the two are just feeding off one another.

But it gets a tad too specific at times. Bernard going into detailed accounts of different ghost then ways they may have died?

A tiny ghost in a suit of armor. He is even claiming that his online friend is actually king of an entire dimension of elite ghost warriors? But his friend hadn’t realized it yet.

Honestly if his friend whose username is d3as0rAliv3? wasn’t coming to visit Gotham. Which he has no idea why anyone would come here he’d be hunting him down right now.

He’ll still do his research of course. Tim will also accompanying Bernard for the meet up. Just to be on the safe side.

Now when they got to the library. He most certainly wasn’t expecting a kid their age with a black eye and bruising around the wrists.

Especially not that Danny actually had proof of this GIW and the fact they were actively hunting down beings from a dimension called the infinite realm.

Maybe it wasn’t all a conspiracy theory. How on earth did Bernard find the one person who could prove their was a secret government agency hell bent on breaking the meta protection acts.

* ◟ : 〔 RICKY WHITTLE, CIS MAN, HE / HIM 〕 ATLAS COSMATOS , some say you’re a FORTY FIVE YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both CHAMELEONIC and BRUTAL, one can’t help but think of SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL by THE ROLLING STONES when you walk by. are you still the VULTURE, LEADER, ACTIVIST SHAREHOLDER for THE NEON PARIAHS, ARGUS MANAGEMENT, even with your reputation as THE VULTURE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and GROTESQUE SCARS AND BURNS HIDDEN BENEATH PRESSED THREE PIECE SUITS, HOLDING BACK BILE AT EVERY INHALE OF UNFAMILIAR POLLUTED AIR, SEAMLESSLY SWITCHING BETWEEN BRUTAL AND BIDDABLE; AMENABLE AND CRUEL, although we can’t help but think of TOM RIPLEY ( THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY ) + THOMAS SHELBY ( PEAKY BLINDERS ) + MAD MAX ( MAD MAX: FURY ROAD ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

Name: Atlas Cosmatos Age: 45 Gender: Cismale Pronouns: He/his Orientation: Bisexual Affiliation: The Vulture, Neon Pariahs Civilian Occupation: Activist Shareholder at Argus Management History (TLDR below): tw - mentions of violence

Life in the wastelands, a harsh and treacherous sculptor, whittles existence to its barest form. Here, in this unforgiving expanse, what starvation and desperation do not erode into oblivion, mutates, sprouting teeth and thorns. His memories do not stretch beyond this barren theater; recollections of boyhood, tenderness, or a family that should have been, are as elusive as shadows at dusk. He is a child of the brutal winds and the cruel landscape, claimed wholly by their merciless embrace; hunger, too, stakes its relentless claim on him. In this desolate realm, survivors cluster like moths to the faint glow of hope. They glimpse the neon shimmer of a distant city, a beacon in the darkness. Yet, to their discerning eyes, these luminescent promises are but harbingers of a more insidious demise—luring them into a complacency that whispers of a slow, unnoticed death. In this seductive embrace, their hard-won teeth and thorns are dulled, their very essence smothered in a deadly ambrosia, filling their lungs and dreams with a sweet, suffocating fragrance. In the wasteland's crucible, one among them is shaped into a leader, his voice the loudest in denouncing this illusory Eden. The replicants, mirroring man's form yet surpassing him in lethal prowess, become the fallen angels of this dystopia. Anunnaki, the purveyor of this numbing nectar, weaves dreams laced with poppy seeds, its CEO a mere idol of false salvation. Their scornful laughter soon transforms into rallying cries of freedom and revolution. Survival—collective, unyielding survival—demands the dethroning of these deceptive beacons. Navigating the city's labyrinth, they adapt with a predator's grace. To blend into this urban jungle, to mimic its inhabitants, is a lesser challenge for those sculpted by hardship. They are artisans of survival, wearing many guises. Atlas, among them, embodies this adaptability. Armed with fabricated credentials and a magnetic charisma, he infiltrates a hedge fund as an activist shareholder. His mission: to wield his stake like a weapon, pressuring corporations to sever ties with Anunnaki. His tactics are manifold: proxy wars, media blitzes, resolutions, legal battles, and negotiations. His shadowy work extends beyond the boardroom—sabotaging Anunnaki's supply lines under the cloak of night. His next stratagem looms: to amass a significant share in Anunnaki itself. But Stoneage, a privately owned company, a fortress impervious to his financial arsenal, presents a more formidable challenge. Here, the Neon Pariahs must innovate anew. Their directive is clear: to dismantle the replicants by any means necessary, a relentless war against the shadowy figures of this new world order.

Wanted Connections

Any and all replicants for him and the pariahs to hunt. He's made sure to equip all pariahs with tasers hehe

Enemies of the Neon Pariahs - aka those loyal to Anunnaki and Stoneage

Companies he has pressured with shareholder activism

Detectives who may be suspicious of his records and sudden appearance - careful of what you may find. Perhaps those hired or working with Anunnaki/Stoneage?

Circumventing partial omniscience

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Coup.

Summary: Pariah Dark has become a megalomaniach warmongering tyrant, and must be stopped. But how can the Ancients begin anything if he has partial omniscience? Well, it's not as hard as it might seem at first sight.

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Things were bad, very bad, and the realms wouldn’t be able to deal with it much longer. The Infinite Realms were destabilizing slowly but surely, and the mad conquest Pariah Dark begun centuries ago is taking its toll on everyone within it, not only affecting the veil between the realms, but also any ghost newly formed within this new dark era. Some ghosts dealt with this crisis by running away, others by hiding, many more simply bowed their heads in order to avoid getting themselves ended by the megalomaniac Ghost King, and the Ancients? The Ancients were sleeping.

However this didn’t mean that they didn’t want to do anything, the reason they were sleeping was due to their desire to have a reunion without the mad king knowing of their intentions. Within the realm of the dreams a round table was set up, tea was being served by an invisible hand and cookies remained at the center of it. Surrounding the table were all of the Ancients, Ancient of Time Clockwork, Ancient of Hope Pandora, Ancient of Medicine and Care Frostbite, Ancient of Life Undergrowth, Ancient of Weather Vortex, Ancient of Safety Marduk, and finally the owner of the dream realm everyone was residing in, Ancient of Dreams Nocturn.

“It is very rare for everyone present to allow themselves to come to my realm, it is such a pity that I won’t be able to weave precious dreams for any of you today”

“Worry not Nocturne, I’m pretty sure we can get everyone to sleep sometime soon.” Undergrowth comforted his friend a little, it is well known that for life to thrive they need to sleep a certain period of time, and as the Ancient of Life, Undergrowth also follows their patterns in order to be more attuned with them.

“While sleep and dreams are often important for maintaining one’s mental state healthy, I’m afraid that your dreams have a tendency to overextend themselves into a coma-like state, and those are not healthy, they actually indicate a problem that must be taken care of.” Frostbite offered a rebuttal, yet still maintained his amicable attitude against them.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a few days of sleep causing mayhem with my tornadoes, but them leaving no consequences after their actions ruins half the beauty of my precious natural disasters.”

“We should return this meeting’s purpose back on track. We’re here to discuss how we’ll dethrone Pariah Dark.” Observant Marduk reigned in the conversation.

“Yes, I predict we only have 15 more minutes before he notices we’re all asleep in your realm and tries to make a move against you.” Clockwork relied the worst case scenario he could see at the moment, and that got everyone to shut up for a few seconds before Pandora opened her mouth.

“Well, I certainly hope that we’ll be able to find a solution to our problem with the mad king today.”

“And that’s our cue to start talking about a way to get rid of him. Any ideas?” Frostbite clapped his hands together, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“I’d say we end him once and for all.” Vortex let his opinion be clear, his swirly tail reflecting his opinion of wanting to be done fast with this by spinning faster than usual.

“No, if we do that we’ll be forced to find a new ruler, and the realms are not ready for that, especially if we need to fix all the problems brought by the mad king first.” Observant Marduk shut down his idea.

“In that case a seal would be for the best. If we can find a way to trap him before he attacks us it would be for the best as well.” Undergrowth proposed next, smelling a flower he was holding in his hand all the while.

“That’s a brilliant idea, the thing is how to seal him though.” Pandora congratulated the plant ghost. After that comment she spun towards Clockwork, and everyone casted their gaze in his direction.

“I foresaw this possibility, and have already talked with Kagu-tsuchi in order to create something strong enough to contain the sealed Pariah Dark. I’m sure you’ll find it enjoyable as well Nocturne.”

“Oh? Are we putting the mad king to sleep then? I can’t say I won’t enjoy every single dream and nightmare he might have then.”

“Yes we are, according to Kagu-tsuchi, the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep should be done in about 2 weeks, we need to resist until then and plan for a way to knock him out when the time comes so we can seal him away without any troubles.”

“Considering his ability to oversee everything that happens in the realms, that won’t be an easy task.” Ancient of Safety Observant Marduk noted

“But that doesn’t mean that it’ll be impossible, we just need to distract him.” Pandora, ever the strategist, proposed her idea. “We can’t do any concentrated attacks however, otherwise he’ll focus on us since we’d be the biggest threats.”

“So causing chaos throughout the whole realms? That’s exactly what I like to do .” A grievous smile appeared across Vortex’s face, him already imagining the different things he could do and incite.

“In order for us to knock him out we’d need to attack all at the same time at almost point blank.” Frostbite continued, “It’s feasible, but hard enough that we’ll have to coordinate very well before delivering the final hit so as to avoid giving Pariah any chance to strike back.”

“Once we wake up, come to my realm, I'll give everyone a communication flower so as to allow us all to talk with each other without having to depend on dreams like now.”

“I’ll make sure to oversee Pariah Dark’s movements.” Marduk said, separating himself from the round desk.

“Leaving so soon? And here I was going to say I’d go to Kagu-truchi to engrave some runes in the sarcophagus to incite sleepiness and keep whoever’s trapped inside in a deep slumber.”

“It is time for us to leave, Pariah Dark is beginning to be suspicious of some of us.”

“I’ll make sure to let my people know of the dangers that are coming afloat.” Frostbite finished the conversation, stood up as well, bowed to everyone, and woke up. Everyone else soon followed his example. It might not begin today, but soon the crown will be put in eternal sleep and the realms will be free of the reign of the mad king.

The Jedi are looking for the king of the infinite realms, Pariah Dark. They need to negotiate with him in order to gain passage to a doorway to the planet, Mortis.

Problem is… Pariah Dark has been dethroned and no one will tell them who the new king is. Ahsoka and Rex were gathering intel at a local market when they meet Phantom, a local banshee. Phantom is nice enough to guide them around and no other resident attacks them when he is present. But he also has no idea what happened to the king.

Shenanigans ensue