Post by Batman on Sept 20, 2017 20:21:25 GMT -5
The Syrian desert felt like the metal on a grill with a bright sun overhead. The convoy of trucks moved through the desert towards a house. Brynjar would be handcuffed and walked with a black sack over his head as the ISIS fighters grabbed him and shoved him towards the house, guiding him into the adobe structure. A soldier would rip the sack off the man's head and shove Brynjar onto the ground. A translator spoke for the man standing in front of him. "You westerner wish to join our cause and devote yourself to the Allah? The true path? You must cleave those at the throat who deny our prophet of truth. Do you understand?" Each man wore a black mask concealing their features except their strong and thick eyes glaring down upon Brynjar. The man pointed his AKS-74 at Brynjar's head. "Answer!"
Another man then spoke and stepped forward, dressed in a brown robe. "We're told you have a gift...One must question why someone so young and talented would throw away their life to join a cause like this. This cause only serves one purpose, ISIS is but a part of something bigger." The man walked around Brynjar. "They serve to distract society and push our goals further. This revolution will never succeed, but it doesn't have to. The goal is revolution, for the oppressed, the desperate, the vengeful to feel vindicated in their destruction. Humans are animals, they need their emotions in check and controlled. Revolution is the only option for the desperate. But you are not desperate, you are angry and seeking an outlet for that anger."
Al Yatammal Those had to be some pretty strong handcuffs to prevent him from breaking them with zero issue, best to believe they were not police issued. Even he wasn't stupid enough to believe that he was being taken away by the police, nor any other law enforcement angency.... Well, maybe some Mutant haters organization, but this place, this was a completely different world he was in. He'd heard of people called Arrow, Batman, Superman eve, on his world, they didn't exist, at all. Ever since Kitty ended it between them, Brynjar had been completely different, that was to say the least, honestly, he was a changed man. He wanted to watch the world burn... The one woman who had stolen his heart, abruptly without reason, just ended it. Once the bag was ripped from his head, Brynjar tossed to the ground, his eyes scanned each individual within the room, drinking in their stature, from the way they carried themselves, to how they held their weapons.[C]
These people, he couldn't get a proper gauge of them. Listening to the man who spoke flawless English translate the Arabic words, he smirked. So, they'd heard he had abilities huh? Rotating his neck, he watched the man who decided to walk around him, not even bothered by the weapon that was pointing directly at his face. "Oh, I understand completely." he responded, paying very close attention to the figured glad in robe. Since when did ISIS decide that using a robe was the latest in fashion, especially in this particular environment. At least the ISIS on his world didn't wear such things, maybe it was different here? "Oh, yes. I have gifts," he noted, pondering his next words. Mind you, this gun to his head could kill him, easily, especially at the distance it was held from his head. "When one loses something as precious as I, the entire world comes crashing down upon them, as if that one particular thing was what held it up in the first place."[C]
It probably wasn't as great of a loss as others have suffered, but his heart was in agony. "I am quite inclined to agree with you humans are animals, self-serving sycophants who care only for themselves, who would throw their best friend under the bus if it benefitted them."[E]
"Humans have killed each other for less than friendship. The problem is nothing you can change by yourself. You see the world as a canvas to be destroyed because it has slighted you. All that mattered was taken away. We too were once as delusional as you are. That feeling of despair and helplessness. Nothing you do will ever impact or leave an impression on this world. So you find the darkest hole to crawl into and unleash all of your anger and frustration in hopes that your last stand will be a blaze of glory." The robed man removed his hood to show a face of age, a brown and gray goatee surrounding his mouth. "I am Ra's Al Ghul. Leader of an organization dedicated to re-shaping society and the world. To remove the pain naturally caused by humans."
"For centuries we've operated in the shadows, steering conflict in one way to maintain true Justice...This one you speak of, they have hurt you...Not because of who they are, but because what society has done to them. Forget about the pain they have caused you, it has only served to awaken you from your sleep."
Al Yatammal There was no denying that, since the dawn of humanity, man has killed man for minute things, like a fifty dollar dept. It was stupid really. Listening to the hooded figure speak, he clung to every word he spoke. He was starting to realize, maybe this man was right, maybe he was looking at the break up entirely wrong. Maybe she was freeing him, to be who he was truly meant to be. He had nothing now, nothing holding him back that is. "Going down for what you believe in, is never a bad thing." he noted, pushing his feet firmly against the ground. Just as the man begun to remove his hood, Brynjar slowly rose, as slowly as one could so that those viewing this wouldn't perceive him as threatening. "Brynjar Bjørn," he answered in return. Forget Kitty? That would be difficult, honestly; but it was worth trying. If this man was put here in front of him, to help mold him into who he was truly meant to be then so be it.[C]
"And what does this particular organization have to do with me?" Of course he could venture a guess, that this was some sort of initiation into the fold of this...whatever it was.[E]
"You have much anger and hatred." Ra's said as be watched Brynjar, the man with the aimed gun lowered it slightly at the glance of Ra's eyes. "My organization finds people like you and give them a second chance. A chance to be reborn, to shed the past so that you may build the future. We will teach you the skills necessary to become complete." Ra's spoke as if sure that Brynjar would accept and there was no alternative to this. "Those won't be necessary." Ra's spoke towards the handcuffs that a man quickly moved to unlatch freeing the man.
Al Yatammal ONe thing Brynjar had learned, was to never, ever how your full strength and abilities out the gate. Hence why he'd not attempted the handcuffs, even after learning this was no government organization that he'd ever heard of. Keeping quiet for a moment, he pursed his lips, his face molding to place on the guise of a man deep in thought. It didn't matter what Ras thought, this was still a decision that Brynjar had to make for himself. Of course they'd probably just kill him, or shoot him and leave him for dead if he declined. As the man took his handcuffs off, Brynjar did what any normal person would massaged his wrists. "When do we start?"
It would be some months later after the training was given to the man, he would be sent out on a mission to S.T.A.R labs in Washington DC, an intercept mission for a sample of DNA. The expected security would be high ranging from sensors, armored doors, and pressurized airlocks. The security guards were few in number, but enough to subdue any attempts at espionage or theft.
Al Yatammal THe months in question were excrusiating, even for someone like him. Midd you, Brynjar could push beyond the bounds of natural human peak perfection. However, even their trials tested him, most liekly tailored specifically for someone of his calliber. But, Brynjar was dead, gone, no longer going under the guise of his birth name, but donning a new moniker. Al Yatammal, due to him being strong like a bear. However, unlike most of the League, Al Yatammal did not carry a side weapon to go along with his bow and arrow. His fingers began to crack, the sounds of sinew and bone snapping resonated beneath his gloves as claws began to form instead of fingers. Slinking back into the shadows, he was gone, just like the rest trained like him, his feet never regestered a sound. The first to go, was the fat ass at the front gate. While he was busy watching his favorite show on the tele and munching on a donate, an arrow flung across, darting through the plate glass window, driving itself into his [c
neck. Over the gate, without a single trip of the camera, made an entrance into the security booth, taking down the guard with an easy snap of his neck, his claws slicing along his jugular for added effect. Al Yatammal had indeed changed, he was more vicious, more brutal. months ago, back when he and Kitty were together, he would have never even come close to doing something like this, not at all. With a few strokes of the key's across the control pannel, all the CCTV's went down. Just like that, once more he was gone without a trace. Another arrow flung across the skies, a line attatched to it, using that to scale the building to get in through the roof's ventilation system. This was one way he could see himself getting in easily. As everything had an air vent, with the exception of the specific rooms designated for pressurized air locks, which was one room he was to go to to steal this sample. He did'nt question why Ras required it, he was now a loyal member of the League of [c]
Assassins. Once within the ventilation shaft, he made his way around, creeping along the vents, listening to idle conversations, whilst looking for the specific lab it was in.[e]
Another man then spoke and stepped forward, dressed in a brown robe. "We're told you have a gift...One must question why someone so young and talented would throw away their life to join a cause like this. This cause only serves one purpose, ISIS is but a part of something bigger." The man walked around Brynjar. "They serve to distract society and push our goals further. This revolution will never succeed, but it doesn't have to. The goal is revolution, for the oppressed, the desperate, the vengeful to feel vindicated in their destruction. Humans are animals, they need their emotions in check and controlled. Revolution is the only option for the desperate. But you are not desperate, you are angry and seeking an outlet for that anger."
Al Yatammal Those had to be some pretty strong handcuffs to prevent him from breaking them with zero issue, best to believe they were not police issued. Even he wasn't stupid enough to believe that he was being taken away by the police, nor any other law enforcement angency.... Well, maybe some Mutant haters organization, but this place, this was a completely different world he was in. He'd heard of people called Arrow, Batman, Superman eve, on his world, they didn't exist, at all. Ever since Kitty ended it between them, Brynjar had been completely different, that was to say the least, honestly, he was a changed man. He wanted to watch the world burn... The one woman who had stolen his heart, abruptly without reason, just ended it. Once the bag was ripped from his head, Brynjar tossed to the ground, his eyes scanned each individual within the room, drinking in their stature, from the way they carried themselves, to how they held their weapons.[C]
These people, he couldn't get a proper gauge of them. Listening to the man who spoke flawless English translate the Arabic words, he smirked. So, they'd heard he had abilities huh? Rotating his neck, he watched the man who decided to walk around him, not even bothered by the weapon that was pointing directly at his face. "Oh, I understand completely." he responded, paying very close attention to the figured glad in robe. Since when did ISIS decide that using a robe was the latest in fashion, especially in this particular environment. At least the ISIS on his world didn't wear such things, maybe it was different here? "Oh, yes. I have gifts," he noted, pondering his next words. Mind you, this gun to his head could kill him, easily, especially at the distance it was held from his head. "When one loses something as precious as I, the entire world comes crashing down upon them, as if that one particular thing was what held it up in the first place."[C]
It probably wasn't as great of a loss as others have suffered, but his heart was in agony. "I am quite inclined to agree with you humans are animals, self-serving sycophants who care only for themselves, who would throw their best friend under the bus if it benefitted them."[E]
"Humans have killed each other for less than friendship. The problem is nothing you can change by yourself. You see the world as a canvas to be destroyed because it has slighted you. All that mattered was taken away. We too were once as delusional as you are. That feeling of despair and helplessness. Nothing you do will ever impact or leave an impression on this world. So you find the darkest hole to crawl into and unleash all of your anger and frustration in hopes that your last stand will be a blaze of glory." The robed man removed his hood to show a face of age, a brown and gray goatee surrounding his mouth. "I am Ra's Al Ghul. Leader of an organization dedicated to re-shaping society and the world. To remove the pain naturally caused by humans."
"For centuries we've operated in the shadows, steering conflict in one way to maintain true Justice...This one you speak of, they have hurt you...Not because of who they are, but because what society has done to them. Forget about the pain they have caused you, it has only served to awaken you from your sleep."
Al Yatammal There was no denying that, since the dawn of humanity, man has killed man for minute things, like a fifty dollar dept. It was stupid really. Listening to the hooded figure speak, he clung to every word he spoke. He was starting to realize, maybe this man was right, maybe he was looking at the break up entirely wrong. Maybe she was freeing him, to be who he was truly meant to be. He had nothing now, nothing holding him back that is. "Going down for what you believe in, is never a bad thing." he noted, pushing his feet firmly against the ground. Just as the man begun to remove his hood, Brynjar slowly rose, as slowly as one could so that those viewing this wouldn't perceive him as threatening. "Brynjar Bjørn," he answered in return. Forget Kitty? That would be difficult, honestly; but it was worth trying. If this man was put here in front of him, to help mold him into who he was truly meant to be then so be it.[C]
"And what does this particular organization have to do with me?" Of course he could venture a guess, that this was some sort of initiation into the fold of this...whatever it was.[E]
"You have much anger and hatred." Ra's said as be watched Brynjar, the man with the aimed gun lowered it slightly at the glance of Ra's eyes. "My organization finds people like you and give them a second chance. A chance to be reborn, to shed the past so that you may build the future. We will teach you the skills necessary to become complete." Ra's spoke as if sure that Brynjar would accept and there was no alternative to this. "Those won't be necessary." Ra's spoke towards the handcuffs that a man quickly moved to unlatch freeing the man.
Al Yatammal ONe thing Brynjar had learned, was to never, ever how your full strength and abilities out the gate. Hence why he'd not attempted the handcuffs, even after learning this was no government organization that he'd ever heard of. Keeping quiet for a moment, he pursed his lips, his face molding to place on the guise of a man deep in thought. It didn't matter what Ras thought, this was still a decision that Brynjar had to make for himself. Of course they'd probably just kill him, or shoot him and leave him for dead if he declined. As the man took his handcuffs off, Brynjar did what any normal person would massaged his wrists. "When do we start?"
It would be some months later after the training was given to the man, he would be sent out on a mission to S.T.A.R labs in Washington DC, an intercept mission for a sample of DNA. The expected security would be high ranging from sensors, armored doors, and pressurized airlocks. The security guards were few in number, but enough to subdue any attempts at espionage or theft.
Al Yatammal THe months in question were excrusiating, even for someone like him. Midd you, Brynjar could push beyond the bounds of natural human peak perfection. However, even their trials tested him, most liekly tailored specifically for someone of his calliber. But, Brynjar was dead, gone, no longer going under the guise of his birth name, but donning a new moniker. Al Yatammal, due to him being strong like a bear. However, unlike most of the League, Al Yatammal did not carry a side weapon to go along with his bow and arrow. His fingers began to crack, the sounds of sinew and bone snapping resonated beneath his gloves as claws began to form instead of fingers. Slinking back into the shadows, he was gone, just like the rest trained like him, his feet never regestered a sound. The first to go, was the fat ass at the front gate. While he was busy watching his favorite show on the tele and munching on a donate, an arrow flung across, darting through the plate glass window, driving itself into his [c
neck. Over the gate, without a single trip of the camera, made an entrance into the security booth, taking down the guard with an easy snap of his neck, his claws slicing along his jugular for added effect. Al Yatammal had indeed changed, he was more vicious, more brutal. months ago, back when he and Kitty were together, he would have never even come close to doing something like this, not at all. With a few strokes of the key's across the control pannel, all the CCTV's went down. Just like that, once more he was gone without a trace. Another arrow flung across the skies, a line attatched to it, using that to scale the building to get in through the roof's ventilation system. This was one way he could see himself getting in easily. As everything had an air vent, with the exception of the specific rooms designated for pressurized air locks, which was one room he was to go to to steal this sample. He did'nt question why Ras required it, he was now a loyal member of the League of [c]
Assassins. Once within the ventilation shaft, he made his way around, creeping along the vents, listening to idle conversations, whilst looking for the specific lab it was in.[e]