Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth

[elementsoul]

Tyson was sitting on the ground with his back to one of the aged walls. Looks like everyone had made it through into the next hallway. Tyson's back was bleeding and his shirt was torn on the back due to the claws he received in the back earlier. The blood from his back was seeping onto the wall. He winced in pain as he sat there while the others argued over who should open the door. Tyson was then blinded by another white light as the door opened.

As the white light cleared from his vision Tyson found himself now in steam punk attire looking out through the door into a Victorian World. Tyson examined his new clothing. He now had a white dress shirt that maintained the rips in the back but there was an undamaged black waist coat over top of it hiding the blood. In place of his standard steel toed boots he now had a set of black boats that went up to the top of his shins with straps holding them tight to his body. Next was a pair of black dress pants that went over top of the boots only letting the bottom of the boots show. Getting up from the ground Tyson started to walk forward. "Lets keep on moving. I don't like how much control Victor already has over this place. Sitting around only gives him time to gain more." Tyson said starting to walk towards the open door.

 

[NeoAC]

Brian looked around the old timey place. It looked almost familiar, like something out of Bioshock, but he had never played that game. Pity, it would have probably helped.

As he came out with the others, he clothing had been changed as well. His sneakers had been replaced with a low cut pair of dress shoes, with high riding socks to match. His blue jeans were now brown slacks, held in place with a pair of suspenders that went over the white dress shirt that had replaced his "I may not be perfect, but I'm Canadian, and that's close enough" shirt. He also somehow acquired a red vest that went over the suspenders. To top it off, his now trademark red toque had been replaced by a brown newsboy's hat that was now pulled over his forehead. The pipe he was holding before, also changed into a heavy walking stick, decorated with a golden stag head at the top.

"Oh what the....god damn it. All right, yeah, I'm with Mike Tyson over there, let's get on with it," he said as he followed Tyson.

 

[Lizmichi]

Alex looked down at her self and blinked seeing a long white suit type shirt with a dark brown vest that was buttoned all the way. Her pants where a darker brown then the vest with the white shirt tucked into it. She felt something around her neck and checked noticing a red silk neck tie around her neck and tucked into the vest. She looked at her hands and saw red leather gloves on her hands then put her hands to her face feeling the same color mask on her face that went up to her nose.

"Damn I really like this look and these boots are amazing as hell." Alex said looking down at the knee high leather boots. I think I have to help you make these clothes popular again." Alex said pulling down her mask and went to crack her neck. "Wait..... my hair is up as well." Alex said putting her hands in her hair and felt it was put up. "And I have a pair of really nice goggles. Hmmmmm" Alex said thinking some.

Spoiler: What Alex is Wearing

Spoiler: Over All Look

Spoiler: Goggles

Spoiler: Boots

 

[Lefthandofgod]

"I'm getting really tired of this," Steven sighed, as he appeared in the steampunk world. "Being sober is bad enough. I'll even take being attacked by penguins. Now I'm playing dress up." He focused for a moment and tried to change his outfit, but it stayed in the new outfit of a suit, top hat, and monocle. He brought a sword to his side and held it ready. "Next time something talks to us, lets just kill the damm thing and be done with it."

 

[CounterAttack]

"What in the world..." Rowan mused, wincing as a result of his injuries as he twisted to look around the place. "Looks like some kind of steampunk do-up... at least, as far as I can tell. Don't know it that well." He shifted back into his normal appearance, healing his injuries, only to find that instead of his regular clothing, he was wearing a Victorian-era military uniform, complete with a shako on his head.

"Huh. I just hope they don't mistake me for an officer or something, especially at my age," he added.

[hr]

"Holy mother," was all Katie could say before she felt a strange tightness encircling her chest. Looking down, she found that her plant armour and civilian clothing had been transformed into a corset and matching skirt, the latter of which felt pretty heavy. That explained the tight sensation; she had never worn something like this before. Her head felt unusual as well; when she brushed it with one hand, she realised that she had received a hair extension and was wearing some sort of hat she didn't recognise.

"Oh, God. Can't breathe," she murmured, clutching Leland's shoulder for support and trying to take deep breaths to bring herself back to what passed for normality in Levi's mind.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Jason and Erebus quickly looked around their surroundings, taking in the warm, unique environment.

"Cool. We've never been to London!" Erebus exclaimed, excitedly looking around.

"Bully! I say old bean, check out these spiffy new clothes!" Jason replied in a semi-regal tone, checking out his new outfit. Instead of the flannel shirt, skinny jeans, and hi-tops, his new outfit consisted of a blue collared shirt [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002766.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] (rolled up at the sleeves, like the flannel) and black brigade vest [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002196.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] over it, with a black tweed cap [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/003003.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] fitted upon his head, and black leather gloves [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002038.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] on his hands. The bottom half included a black pair of fall front trousers [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002950.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] tucked into black preacher boots [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002012.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887]. Feeling around his neck, Jason noticed that a pair of brass goggles [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/001805.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887] dangled from his neck as well.

"Cool, I even have goggles!" He said, trying them on and looking around, the dark tint of the lenses obscuring the sun with proficient efficiency. As he looked around, he pulled the goggles down from his face once he looked at Erebus.

"Erebus...do you have a mustache [http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/store/002939.php?__utma=1.738891208.1295373272.1295903801.1295923521.3&__utmb=1.5.10.1295923521&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1295923521.3.2.utmcsr=escapistmagazine.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/forums/read/362.246986-Society-of-Justice-3-Crisis-on-the-Earth-Started&__utmv=-&__utmk=198275887]?" He asked, pointing at the fancily styled hair where his upper lip would be...if he had one.

"A mustache? That can't be right. Hair can't grow on me."

"Yeah...I know, but you have a mustache now! And it's blonde, and like...one of those curly, barbershop quartet 'staches too!" Jason replied touching it before ripping it clean off.

"Oh, it's fake. Makes sense."

"Ah. Guess it must be some type of disguise."

"Yeah. You don't fit very well in this universe. Maybe this might help." Jason said, placing the mustache back on Erebus' "face".

 

[Captainguy42]

Nevermind

 

[RBMidknight]

Taryn blinked at the Victorian crowd and tugged on the suddenly layered sleeve of her jacket [http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/Cirrus_Maximilian/Fashion/Steampunk/Steampunk_jacket.jpg]. Tearing her gaze away from what appeared to be an alternate London the technopath inspected her clothing. Her outfit had been transformed almost completely. And was rather...unnerving. She still had a jacket, albeit quite a bit more stylized than before. And her white shirt was plain. 'But probably not shock proof anymore.' Taryn knelt down and pulled up her pants leg to inspect her boots. Sturdy and rubber soled military boots had become slightly heavier black leather boots. And there were straps holding it together instead of zippers and velcro. 'Interesting...'

"Not bad." Taryn muttered quietly. She pulled her pant leg back down over the boot. Her Indescructopants seemed to have changed material but not function. 'Though I'm not sure I want to know what the mithril turned into.' Taryn thought with a slight grimace.

The ends of Taryn's long sleeves flapped as she began to check the various pockets of her outfit. Like the boots, her jacket was heavier than it had been before. But she kind of liked it. She would have liked it a bit more if there was something in just one of these pockets. 'Maybe...'

In her attempt to check one of the smaller pockets something caught Taryn's hand and wrenched her finger painfully. 'Gyah! Ow, ow, ow.'

Yanking her jacket sleeve up with her free hand Taryn quickly looked for the problem. 'Oh. huh.' The prong of one of the buckles had caught on a ring she hadn't noticed yet. And it hurt. Wincing, Taryn tilted her hand and carefully pulled her hand back to unhook her finger. She curled her hand into a fist and held it against her jacket.

After a few seconds the pain died down. Taryn flexed her fingers and then spread them out flat. On the middle finger of her left hand was a ring [http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.197003727.jpg] that appeared to be made out of a small metal coil. A blue and purple tinted stone was set in the center of the ring. It was quite beautiful, in Taryn's opinion. And it fit this rather Steam-punk era. The only thing that bothered Taryn was that...she didn't wear rings...and she certainly hadn't had one on before they entered this area.

"Weird." Taryn mumbled quietly to herself. She shook her head abruptly and reminded herself where she was. Lowering her hand Taryn turned toward the team. She became sidetracked again when she noticed the team's wardrobe changes. 'Monocles and fake mustaches. Wow. Guess everyone's a bit different.' Taryn thought to herself.

 

[tsatoma]

"Ah Katie, hold on for a moment. Just breath, I'll try to alleviate the tightness of it," Leland replied as he turned her around to see the back of the corset. After a few minutes of loosening it as much he could he asked if it was any better feeling. "That's as far as it goes, any more and it'll basically be just taking it off. Which I wouldn't mind either way, though you look quite gorgeous with it on," he told her, taking a step back before looking down at his own change of outfit. His pants had turned into black slacks, and his shoes were now black and silver wingtips. He had on a white dress shirt with a silver embroidered vest on top along with a dark puff tie. Instead of a jacket he now had on a black tailcoat with velvet trimming, and on his head was a gray top hat and dark glasses(*).

"I look downright snazzy in this. Ohh such soft velvet~," Leland said excitedly, touching the velvet on his jacket.
"I could just see you wearing something like that in the real world, including making your beard look like Green Arrow's," Garrus said, pointing out Leland's fancier beard.
"Ohhh~ perhaps I'll start dressing myself up like this more often...or at least wear more things with velvet. You look good yourself brother," Leland replied, looking at Garrus' new clothes (dark green tweed cap, dull green duster, pinstripe pants, goggles, and boots (**)).

"I know right? Not sure why I'm dressed like this, but whatever," Garrus said with a shrug, hearing some ticking behind him and turning, "Oh god! Oh...Ethan. Oh god you're all...not hi-tech."
"Tik tok!" Ethan replied back, the normally sleek and shiny robotic parts being replaced with bronze plates with numerous gears underneath them like a clock.
"On the clock?" Leland asked with a snicker, getting elbowed by Garrus.
"Now isn't the time! Just translate what he said!" Garrus shot back, getting a shrug from the dumbfounded Leland, "So wait...you don't know what he's saying? Crap..."

"TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKK!" Ethan said as he fell to his knees, getting dust on his bush jacket and pith helmet(***).
"You might have a way to talk to us Ethan...I just don't know what it could be. At least you have a nice rifle with you," Leland said, pointing out the elephant rifle slung on his back.
"TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKK!"

Spoiler: OOC

Outfits:
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[CounterAttack]

Once Leland had loosened Katie's corset up a bit, she tried to breathe normally. It was still a little tight, like wearing the shirt equivalent of skinny jeans, but she was certainly more comfortable... and she took additional comfort from the fact that her clothing wouldn't suffocate her. That was always beneficial.

"Much better. Thanks, Leland," she answered, quickly reaching up and kissing his cheek as a thank-you. "And for the record, I don't think you'll catch me wearing one of these anytime soon. It's not worth the aesthetics; women in these times must have learned how to stop breathing for ten hours straight." She grimaced at the idea.

 

[tsatoma]

"Such a shame, but I understand not wanting your clothing to kill you. You just never know when it's going to strike," Leland replied back, looking at the others and their outfits with interest.

"Well at least you now have inspiration for your Halloween costume," Garrus told him with a slight chuckle as he messed around with the goggles he had.
"Pfft I already have my outfit~! Though I only have a little bit of it done. I have time though, and no I won't tell you which favorite character of mine it is... I doubt you even remember who my favorite super hero was," Leland grumbled slightly.
"...Batman?"
"No! That's Ethan's favorite. See you don't even remember! Gah whatever, let's just find out where we need to go," Leland said with annoyance, looking to the group for the answer.

----

The Doctor didn't reply to Lillian, instead showing her a picture drawn in crayon of a gun. He asked if his new weapon, "The Sedative Gun", looked at all familiar. He couldn't help but feel that he had seen it somewhere before, and he was worried about copyright infringement.

 

[CounterAttack]

Katie giggled a little at Leland's comment about her clothing wanting to kill her. While she didn't like the fact that a corset could do so, it was a little good-looking. Perhaps she'd have to have a look at something along those lines, although the skirt was too heavy for her liking.

Bringing her mind back to the task at hand, she added to Leland's comment. "Yes, you're right. We've got to save Levi."

[hr]

Rowan shot a sideways glance at Requiem, whose cybernetics appeared to have been transmuted from electronic to clockwork. It fit the theme, he presumed, but it still gave off a vibe of weirdness. Briefly he imagined adding upgrades to the guy's metal parts, like a collapsible blade built into the hand or wrist, à la Altaïr or Ezio from the Assassin's Creed games. Or a miniature flamethrower instead of a hidden blade; that would be awesome.

"Anyways..." he muttered, experimentally taking a couple of steps away from the others, towards a nearby factory entrance. They wouldn't have been placed in a certain area without having some purpose to it.

 

[Captainguy42]

Tommy found his vest had turned into a breast-plate with his crest on it, it also seemed to along with him with some clever clockwork mechanisms underneath. It also included a timepiece in the sternum and various pressure gauges and valve switches. There where four switches, each with a different symbol above them, a fire symbol, a lightning symbol, a symbol of a snowflake, and the symbol of a gust of wind. His enchanted gloves where now replaced with some clunkier bronze gauntlets, that had had a hose running from the gauntlets to a machine on his back. The machine had three tanks full of different colored liquids, and was connected to all the other pieces of armor.

Finishing his outfit was a black derby cap with a blue ribbon, a pair of black slacks, and a some matching dress shoes.

"Huh," Tommy said as he flipped the fire switch, fluid pumped through the hose from the back and the gauntlet was wreathed in flame just like if he was using his usual gloves. "Nice," Tommy grinned, there was a certain industrial charm to it that his regular gloves just didn't have. He turned the switch off and followed Rowan.

 

[NeoAC]

"That would be a good idea," Brian agreed with Katie, fiddling with the suspenders. There were really uncomfortable. Already he was missing his toque as well. The task at hand had to completed if he was going to get his original clothes back though. "So what way do we go then? Levi could be anywhere in this city. It's going to be impossible to search all these places in time. Victor could have him turned into stew meat by the time we find him."

 

[socialtangent]

The pedestrians gave strange looks to the strange people, especially the the clockwork machination who was tick-tocking loudly at the heavens. Nobody asked anything, however, as the crowd seemed to have something else occupying their attention now. They began talking amongst themselves, excitement in the air from their chatter. A makeshift stage of some kind was being set up in the center of the town square, perhaps for some kind of show. A banner unfurled above the stage, reading

"The Great Hephaestus"

Through the din of the crowd, the group could hear people describing this mystery performer. Some said that he could work miracles with metal and could bend any and all kinds of metal to his will like "some kind of sorcerer". Others said that he could even levitate himself using the same forces he used to manipulate the metal.

 

[elementsoul]

Tyson kept moving forwards towards the crowd at the sound of the announcement of a man that can bend metal. The people staring at him was extremely unnerving and he wanted to just scream at them to stop looking at him like he was a fucking alien. Instead Tyson held it in and walked up into the crowd and tried to make his way forward. This was a task easier said than done as no one was willing to budge and even when he did move forward someone from behind him would slam into his back sending a large amount of pain shooting through out his body. Why the fuck didn't I get my wounds healed?

 

[Captainguy42]

Tommy didn't have half the trouble Tyson was having making through the crowed, people tended to give berth to a 6'7" thuggish looking chap wearing a pair of fire spouting gauntlets. He caught to Tyson and helped him along. Soon he was close to the edge of the stage, and he began waiting for

 "The Great Hephaestus"

to appear.

"So, do you think this is gonna be Levi? Or should we expect Victor again?" He asked Tyson.

 

[elementsoul]

"As a standard I normally say that it isn't going to be either and I'd consider this a good chance to find a clue to find either one of them. But considering we are in Levi's mind trying to find a second personality in his mind in order to rip it out after we just had our minds switches into each others bodies. I'm going to say Victor will come out and start to saw Levi in half claiming it as a magic trick." Tyson said letting his feelings the ridiculousness of this whole come out at once. Tyson shifted a little to the side and pulled the back of the dress shirt out of his back wounds.

 

[NeoAC]

Metal Manipulator? What the fuck? We fighting Magneto now? Ian McKellen going to pop out onto the stage? Fucks sake, we'll need to get a giant tree or something to fight him then.

Brian watched Tyson cringe a bit. "Need some help there? Could have told me you were hurting before. Course I don't know if I can heal you now. Was going to say something about that before you knocked me unconscious, but hey who knows what I can do here? Nothing physical or nothing is there?"

He sarcastically touched Tyson's back, not expecting anything to happen, however the blood did slightly pull up back into his wounds. "Huh, guess you lucked out there, Lennox Lewis. Hold still for a second then." He put all his energy to work, there were mostly superficial scratches, so it didn't take much to heal them. Being a big baby over these it looks like. Big military man. In a matter of seconds the wounds were gone. "There, try not to get scratched up again, OK?"

 

[Lizmichi]

"Tommy honestly I'm but my money on it being Victor. Ether way I'm staying the fuck back in case, I don't know, a giant ass steam punk spider comes out of now where. I'm keeping my eyes peeled." Alex said tapping her fingers on her leg some it making a faint drumming sound. She felt uneasy about the whole mission but knew it was something that had to be done. If not for the Society but for Levi.

"I think I'm with Alex on this one. I'd rather not mess with the stage if we can help it. The stage might as well have death trap written on it." Eric said looking at the new clothes he had on. The blue tie was faltering on him and the idea of having a cane he well might have liked too much, he thought of hitting people over the head with it really. The top hat he would have loved to burn but everything from the coat to the pants and shirt; still it wasn't something he's want to wear out in public.

Spoiler: Eric's Look