Disclaimer: Don't own Titans, do own Gene, seriously wish I owned a gundam.
It's been tough coming up with ideas lately, but this one provides a fair description of something no hero can do without: The costume and name. Without these a crimefighter is just a citizen with powers whose families are at risk. I will be putting Price of power up by tomorrow, but for now I have to make some adjustments. I must thank Ronin Drake, without whom I'd be putting up huge blocks instead of paragraphs. I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with some explanations about the powers, but if you really want to know what most of the powers are, leave a review. I'll personally reply within the day, unless I am unable for any reason, or as soon as possible. (Reviews left after nine thirty at night will be answered the next day, as that is when I sleep.) I may be posting a Megas oneshot in the future. I'm not sure. Anyway, on with the show, already in progress.
Raven sat in the whirlpool bath, trying to re-connect with her powers. Jinx had went to the infirmary to get her backpack. Gene had brought his backpack with him and was now looking through it for something.
"What are you looking for?" Raven had been watching him the whole time and was now wondering why he would spend so much time digging through his bag.
Gene pulled out several small pouches, a ragged black cloak, a beautiful cloak made of blue feathers, and a skull mask. He then pulled out a rather large bag, filled with more small pouches.
"I'm trying to find some metal I bought a few weeks ago." He pulled out a gray pouch, followed by a pair of metal guantlets. "Aha! There we are." He pulled out yet another pouch, this one blue with a large silver 'G' embroidered on it. He opened it and pulled out a large piece of sheet metal, far bigger than the pouch it was in.
Ravens mouth hung open. Jinx walked in, looking through her backpack. When she looked up she saw Gene pulling large pieces of metal out of a bag less than a third as big as any given piece.
Gene didn't notice and went about his work. In all, he had pulled out fifty or so pieces of metal. "That should do for the metal, now I need the straps, buckles, and chains. Once I have those I just need the staff and I'll be ready."
Raven had regained her voice, but waited to see what else Gene had in the pouches. Jinx however had dropped her backpack, alerting Gene to her situation.
"What?" Gene was about to pick up a small black cloth off the ground, when he noticed the girls staring at him. 'They must not sell these here.' He stood up and dusted his knees off. "I guess you've never seen bags of holding before."
The girls shook their heads. Raven was the first to speak. "No. What are they?"
Gene picked one out of the sack. "A bag of holding allows people to carry vast amounts of objects in an extremely small area. The ones in the bag are empty, but I plan to fill them later. They also make for good hiding places. They may look small, but they have enough room to fit several hundred pounds of object inside. I don't know exactly how the work, but I know how to make them. I won't demonstrate, but if you want one, by all means go right ahead. I went a little overboard and bought too many." Gene turned around and put the bag back in the sack.
Jinx walked over and picked on up and opened it. She looked inside and saw what looked like a whole room. She stuck her head inside and fell in, the bag dropping to the floor.
"Jinx!" Raven climbed out of the whirlpool tub and ran over to the bag and picked it up. She looked inside. "Jinx? Are you okay?" She looked too far inside and vanished into the bag as well.
Gene watched the whole scene and started laughing. He stood up an picked up the bag and peered inside, careful not to lean too far. "You really ought to be more careful. I did say that they made great hiding places. The bags have a slight pull to them, so you have to be careful when getting something out."
Jinx and Raven were standing at the bottom of the bag.
"Get us out of here!" Jinx was laughing while Raven was shooting death glares up at Gene.
"Hold on, I'm going to set the bag on its side so you can walk out." Gene set the bag on its side, and after a few minutes Raven crawled out of the bag, followed by Jinx. Gene helped them both up, grinning. Raven swatted him up the side of his head.
"Next time, warn us." Raven walked back to the whirlpool while Jinx picked up the bag and tied it shut.
"This thing's awesome Gene. Thanks." Jinx hugged Gene, who blushed. "Aw. And here I thought you were a brave guy." She giggled as Gene went back to the black cloth on the floor.
"Raven? How thick is the floor? About ten or fifteen feet right?" Raven looked over at him, still glaring.
"About twelve feet. Why?" Gene picked up the cloth and unfolded it until it was a ten foot circle and laid it on the floor. He stood up and jumped, not on it, but into it. Jinx walked over to the edge of it and looked down when a long black pole came out of the hole, followed by Gene jumping out of it. Raven was again stunned.
"Thank you Raven. I had to get this staff or my plans wouldn't work right." Jinx giggled again, clearly amused with the hole.
Gene the picked up the hole by one edge and folded it into a handkerchief. He put it in his back pocket and picked up the staff.
"Why didn't you put the hole in one of the bags of holding?" Jinx had an innocent smile on her face.
Gene smiled. "If I did that, we'd all be in deep trouble. A portable hole, when placed into a bag of holding, creates a vortex that sucks everything into the astral plane and disappears forever." Gene walked over to the pile of metal and picked up a small piece while Jinx stood their with a blank expression.
"You're kidding, right?" Gene responded by chuckling. "Gene?"
Gene held the metal against the staff and they both glowed, before the staff reappeared as a metal staff. He set it down and held up another sheet of metal, slightly bigger this time. before the girls could ask, the metal disappeared.
Raven still couldn't get used to seeing Gene do that. She wondered the night before, but came up with no answer, even looking through her books. There wasn't a single spell that could do what Gene was doing now.
"Gene? How are you doing that?" Gene looked over at Raven, smiling.
"This?" He picked up some some leather from the floor, along with several buckles. They all disappeared just like the last piece. Raven nodded, not wanting to speak. "This is one of the few spells that I can use without being weakened. It's called 'Fabricate'. I take the raw materials, focus small amounts of Mana through them, and the turn into the finished product. I am currently making a suit of armor."
Jinx tried to pick up one of the metal sheets, but couldn't. "What kind of metal is this? I can't even lift it off the ground!" She tried again, but only succeeded in tiring herself out.
Gene walked over to Jinx, who was now sitting on the floor covered with sweat, and picked up the metal sheet as easily as he had the first two.
"This is a custom metal hybrid. I call it Mythic Titanium (Sound of Titan). It was made by a friend of a friend, and it is the strongest metal she ever made. It's a titanium base fused with Mythril, inlaid with some steel for added weight and durability. It's non-magnetic, highly bullet proof, and amplifies Mana and Mani charged through it. It also makes for excellent cookware. It's able to withstand heats up to, and higher than, atmospheric re-entry. I find that using Fabricate on it works better than usual." The metal disappeared again. Jinx looked at Genes ankles and saw something odd. His ankle seemed a bit smaller than his leg, which seemed oddly large.
"Gene? You said you were making armor. Did you directly make it on yourself?" Gene responded by taking off his shirt. Under it was a suit of metal armor. Jinx looked down and saw that the leg armor was also present. "That is the most awesome spell I've ever seen."
Gene spent the next few minutes picking up and transmuting (Yes, I'm using that word for lack of a better one.) the Mythic Titanium into armor until all that could be seen of his own body was his head.
"I think I have some cloth in one of the bags. I'm going to check out one of them. Let me know when the others get back, I might be a while." He picked up the gray pouch, opened it, set it on the floor, and jumped into it. "Geronimo!"
Seconds later the other titans walked through the door. Robin was the first to address the pile of metal on the floor.
"What happened? Why is there a pile of steel on the floor? And where is Gene?"
Genes head popped up from the gray bag on the floor. "Someone calling me?" He floated out of the bag carrying a large bundle of black cloth.
"Gene? Where did that armor come from?" Robin looked at Gene as he set the bundle on the floor.
"Made it myself. Just finished a few minutes ago. I just need to cover it with this, and I'll have something to wear into battle." He placed his hand on the bundle and it turned into a straightened piece of cloth, then it suddenly appeared on the armor, making it seem like he was merely overly muscular. He started humming Queens 'Don't stop me' as he put on a ragged black cloak.
"Dude, you look like a bouncer, except fancier." Beast boy walked over to the blue feathered cape and picked it up. "This isn't made of real feathers is it?" He felt the material, which felt like feathers, looked like feathers, but was actually made of silk. "Wow. Feels like feathers, but it's like silk at the same time."
Gene looked over at beast boy. "Try it on. I'm going to use this one, and I have a few more. You can keep it if you'd like, just take care of it."
"Really? Thanks." Beast boy put it on. "How do I look?"
"You look almost complete. Now you have feathers to match your bird brain." Cyborg snickered.
"Looks good on you. That is one of my cloaks of flight. If you think of wings, the cape turns into a pair of them on your back. Allow me to demonstrate." Gene picked up the skull mask and put it on, followed by his cloaks cowel. He picked up the metal pole and turned the metal into a scythe blade. "I've been wanting to do this for some time." His voice was deeper, almost scary. The skulls jaw moved as he spoke. Suddenly the cape of the cloak turned into large leathery looking wings. "All superheroes have names right? I've chosen the name 'Grim-scythe'." The wings returned to their cape form, and Gene removed the skull mask. "What do you think? Scary as hell, but much more forgiving. I won't use the scythe though, that'd be overkill. I'll just keep the metal staff and use the scythe form to take care of machines."
Beast boy looked at the cloak he wore. "This won't change my voice will it?"
Gene laughed. "No. It just turns into feathery wings, like those of an angel."
Cyborg was looking into the bag Gene had floated out of. "There's a whole room in here!" He, like Jinx and Raven before him, fell in. "What, w,w,whoa!"
"Cyborg!" Robin was going to pick up the bag, but Gene grabbed his wrist.
"I'll get him out. It's full of cloth and other soft objects." Gene jumped back into the bag. Several seconds later Cyborg climbed out, holding five feather cloaks of flight.
"Thanks Gene. I guess I should have been more careful." Everyone laughed. Cyborg didn't notice that some of the cloth had stuck to his head. It was a fuzzy brown bundle of yarn, and it looked like a wig. "What."
"Nice 'do. It really works on you." Beast boy was clutching his sides when Gene flew out of the bag, now as Grim-Scythe, demonic wings and all.
"What'd I miss?" He looked over at Cyborg and just stood there for a second. He started snickering, the teeth of the mask clicking together. "Sorry man. But this is too good." He started laughing as he took off the mask, which was now silent. (a talking skull mask would have been too much. Sorry if this doesn't please you.)
Cyborg went to scratch his head when he found the fuzzy yarn. "Oh, go on, laugh it up."
The next few minutes went by full of laughter. Unknown to the Titans, somewhere else in the city, someone was planning something big.
Hope that will tide you over. It's 1:44 in the morning, and I sit at my computer listening to Queen as I write this. I'm calling it for the day, so I hope you all enjoy this. Ah, my favorite: Another One Bites The Dust. Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low. B-E-A-Utiful. (In sotto: Bruce Almighty) Anyway, I'll be posting Price of power after this, so I hope you all read it. Good night. (Walks away.)