Kill Your Heroes

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Never Too Quiet || Open

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HQ could get remarkably hectic during the best of times. But with Eren now in the custody of the Survey Corps and the new recruits just arriving…well things were understandably nuts. Fortunately for Hanji, they worked incredibly well under pressure. In fact, the scientist-soldier practically thrived on it. Unfortunately for them, they were forced to sit on their hands as far as experiments went until the corps was sure Eren’s identity was no longer a secret. That left them pouring over the few notes they did manage to get and just…waiting.

They supposed things could never be too quiet outside the walls, but it sure was much more boring than usual. They sat alone in the mess hall one mid-afternoon, listening to the of the birds outside as they took in a cup of tea. They perked up slightly when they were joined by another. 

"Ah, good morning!" They paused for a moment, pursing their lips. "It is still morning, I hope?"

Levi had been up since dawn working.  Although the Survey Corps couldn’t yet move forward in the plans Erwin had undoubtedly put in motion, that still didn’t mean that there wasn’t plenty to do.  The new recruits were arriving and were promptly put to work making everything clean and presentable. He himself was working on training the rookies, making sure HQ was well organized, the usual.

He made his way to the mess hall to find Hanji already there, sipping a cup of tea.  Levi huffed slightly though his nose and silently went about setting up his own cup.

"It’s mid-afternoon," Levi commented with a passive annoyance.  "Not morning at all." 

Hanji’s eyebrows shot up, wide blinks hooding their eyes. Despite their surprise, an amused expression quickly coloring their features. “Goodness. Someone didn’t get a good shit in this morning.” They sang. 

It was universally known that Hanji never had to get up as early as Levi, and generally refused to do so. Their duties were better suited to the afternoon and evening anyway. Plus now that things were so slow…well they just tried not to gloat about sleeping in.

Not that Levi would sleep in, even if he were able to do so. He seemed genetically wired to wake with the sun. 

"You should have coffee. It will help."

Levi wasn’t surprised at all that Hanji hadn’t noticed what time it actually was.  If it wasn’t a Titan, Hanji didn’t actually care.  A small twitch of his lips was as far to a smile that Levi got.  ”I’m still waiting for the rest of it.  Nothing as annoying as an interrupted shit.  Almost nothing,” he replied simply, giving Hanji a pointed look.  ”You look like you shit too early.  I blame coffee,” he added, picking up his cup of tea again.

"I don’t know why you even bother coming down here at this time," he said.  "There’s usually nobody here, and I know how you get when you don’t have fresh blood listening to you talk first thing after you get up."

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Filed under Character: LEVI squadleader-no Character: HANJI /quietly restrains self from shipping too much /i have to get better at poop jokes

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Never Too Quiet || Open

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HQ could get remarkably hectic during the best of times. But with Eren now in the custody of the Survey Corps and the new recruits just arriving…well things were understandably nuts. Fortunately for Hanji, they worked incredibly well under pressure. In fact, the scientist-soldier practically thrived on it. Unfortunately for them, they were forced to sit on their hands as far as experiments went until the corps was sure Eren’s identity was no longer a secret. That left them pouring over the few notes they did manage to get and just…waiting.

They supposed things could never be too quiet outside the walls, but it sure was much more boring than usual. They sat alone in the mess hall one mid-afternoon, listening to the of the birds outside as they took in a cup of tea. They perked up slightly when they were joined by another. 

"Ah, good morning!" They paused for a moment, pursing their lips. "It is still morning, I hope?"

Levi had been up since dawn working.  Although the Survey Corps couldn’t yet move forward in the plans Erwin had undoubtedly put in motion, that still didn’t mean that there wasn’t plenty to do.  The new recruits were arriving and were promptly put to work making everything clean and presentable. He himself was working on training the rookies, making sure HQ was well organized, the usual.

He made his way to the mess hall to find Hanji already there, sipping a cup of tea.  Levi huffed slightly though his nose and silently went about setting up his own cup.

"It’s mid-afternoon," Levi commented with a passive annoyance.  "Not morning at all." 

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Filed under CHARACTER: Levi CHARACTER: Hanji Never Too Quiet //im sorry levi is hard and also isn't exactly verbose //hes also a cranky butt squadleader-no

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Not Technically Illegal || Ted Kord

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Ted looked offended.  ”What do you mean until you know you can trust me? Haven’t you ever heard of the Blue Beetle before?  I’m kind of the only hero stationed in Chicago right now.” The only one worth talking about, anyways!

When Grumpy Cat read back the sign over the door, Ted narrowed his eyes in thought.  ”There has to be some valuable stuff in here,” he said slowly, “it makes sense that even if the doors are open, not everything’s gonna be up for grabs.  Does anything look bomb-shaped to you?”

It became clear that she was not going to help him out on her own accord, so he needed to make amends.  ”Hey, look, c’mon,” he held his hands up placatingly.  ”I’m sorry for using my extremely impressive acrobatics to sneak up on you.  I thought you were a criminal doing criminal stuff and it’s kinda my job to make sure people don’t actually do stuff like that.  If you or someone you spoke to thinks there’s a danger to the city, I’d like to work with you.”

He gave her a pleading smile he hoped would be adorable, “please?”

Felicia leveled him with a glare. “I didn’t exactly bother to read much about the masks in this city, considering the stuff that’s written about them is basically non-existent.” A little harsh, and a pointed blow to Ted’s ego, but Felicia really  just wanted him to get lost at this point. 

She had’t really wanted to know what a middle-aged (was he middle-aged? The parts of his face she could see vaguely indicated it, but he was awfully spry for someone ten years or more her senior) Peter would be like. Ever. 

"If it’s your job to stop crime then why don’t you go find some, Beetle?" She pointed out. "It’s not like you’re getting any work done around here, just keeping me from mine."

okay so he was a little adorable.

Felicia wrinkled her nose at him, looking him over once or twice. She finally gaze a heavy sigh and a defeated roll of her eyes. “I’ll be in touch if I find anything or for some ungodly reason need your help. My train home leaves in the morning and I need some sleep if I’m going to do anything productive since I’m obviously not doing that here, thanks to a series of annoying interruptions.” She looked over her shoulder at a clock.

"Plus I haven’t eaten."

Ted pressed his hand to his heart dramatically, unfazed by the glare.  If CatGirl thought her glare was bad, she should never see Beatriz daCosta on a bad day, was all Ted was saying.  ”You wound me, lady,” he said in a fake-poncy accent.  ”Anyways, I’m basically Chicago’s main mask, and I sort of take that job seriously, despite my debonaire attitude and rapier wit. And if you think there’s something MacGuffin-y that might be dangerous to Chicago, I gotta know about it.  Professional courtesy?”

He wasn’t…really sure where she fell on the Good Guy-Bad Guy scale, but he wanted to believe she was more leaning Good Guy, at least today.  And The Question always thought he was too trusting. Hah.

Ted’s smile burst onto his face when Grumpy Cat gave into his ineffable charm.  Or something.  His smile grew even more eager when she said she hadn’t eaten.

"Have you ever been to Chicago before? I know some good eats," Ted offered.  And he did indeed know some good eats.  Food was super high on Ted’s priority list, okay.  Food was so important.

And eating food with a pretty girl was pretty important also.

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Filed under CHARACTER: Ted Kord CHARACTER: Felicia Hardy Not Technically Illegal //ted dont you have crime to fight

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Not Technically Illegal || Ted Kord

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Felicia dropped nimbly to the floor from the rafters, her own ziplines retracting a few feet before her feet touched the wood. She was obviously light on her feet, managing not to wake anyone sleeping. She gestured to where two homeless men rested in the pews.

"This is a sanctuary, there’s no such thing as loitering." She growled, the acoustics of the church enough to carry her voice. "And if there was, they’ve been here much longer than I have." Felicia planted her hands on her hips, looking up to the Beetle with a wrinkled nose. 

"The name’s Black Cat and you can leave me the fuck alone or you can get your head in the game.” She gestured to the altar. “I was hired to find something that’s hiding here, for safe-keeping out of the hands of someone who would use it to level your shitty town.” 

Ted shrugged, stubbornly refusing to be as grouchy as she was being.  ”Yeah, but they’re less fun,” he said.  ”And less in costume and therefore less easy to get away. Also they stink and you don’t.”  He shrugged grandly, still perched up on the rafter.  If she tried to make a run for it, he could catch up with her.

He grew serious when she explained why she was here.  Ted may be a loveable goofball, but not when it came to something that might potentially blow up Chicago.  He lived there.  He leapt in the air, flipped once, and landed quietly on his feet, just as nimble as she.  ”All right, Grumpy Cat,” he said, “I think it’d be a good idea to tell me who hired you and how they know there’s some Macguffin that might blow up my city.”

Felicia clicked her teeth. “There’s always some Macguffin somewhere ready to blow up a city. And people pay me good money to shut up about it.” She raised a finger, the glint of a razor sharp claw pricking the air in the low light. “And that means I’m not telling you shit about the employer until I know I can trust you, which I can’t.” 

What the hell kind of name was Grumpy Cat? What was he? Five?

She looked around the church. She hadn’t done much reading on the supers in Chicago before she showed up and certainly didn’t recognize any name like “Blue Beetle.” But he hadn’t done anything but try to stop criminal activity yet.

Could be a ruse. A really clever one.

She pointed to the entrance way. “This whole place is alarmed despite the fact that the doors are open to ‘Whoever may need the grace of God,’ That’s what I’m looking into right now and that’s what you can puzzle over while I Keep looking around.” She had recited the words off the small plaque at the front of the church, still wondering why this guy was hassling her.

The casing was over. She needed to split ASAP. But she didn’t want bug boy following her, so she needed to think.

Ted looked offended.  ”What do you mean until you know you can trust me? Haven’t you ever heard of the Blue Beetle before?  I’m kind of the only hero stationed in Chicago right now.” The only one worth talking about, anyways!

When Grumpy Cat read back the sign over the door, Ted narrowed his eyes in thought.  ”There has to be some valuable stuff in here,” he said slowly, “it makes sense that even if the doors are open, not everything’s gonna be up for grabs.  Does anything look bomb-shaped to you?”

It became clear that she was not going to help him out on her own accord, so he needed to make amends.  ”Hey, look, c’mon,” he held his hands up placatingly.  ”I’m sorry for using my extremely impressive acrobatics to sneak up on you.  I thought you were a criminal doing criminal stuff and it’s kinda my job to make sure people don’t actually do stuff like that.  If you or someone you spoke to thinks there’s a danger to the city, I’d like to work with you.”

He gave her a pleading smile he hoped would be adorable, “please?”

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Filed under Character: TED KORD Character: FELICIA HARDY theyactasballast //please he says //throw him in a trash can felicia

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Not Technically Illegal || Ted Kord

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Whatever kind of asshole sneaks up on a cat burglar using cables must be a special species of idiot. Felicia heard the telling whisper of the cables as they unwound from whatever belt he was wearing (of course it was a man). She couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling when his sentence was suddenly halted by a whoa. It had been a long time since a nerd in a mark had done something like that.

Unfortunately for this prick, she wasn’t exactly on happy terms with that nerd. 

Without even having to use her expert gymnastic abilities, Felicia reached out and gave him a right hook strong in the jaw. The force of the strike gave him a little sway and with pursed, unamused lips, she shoved him roughly at his shoulder.

Most cables were designed not to tangle, even in rotation.

Most masks weren’t stupid enough to use that kind of equipment around her. 

Anyone who knew her wasn’t stupid enough to pull that spider bullshit in her presence.

"Can it, Bug Boy." She whispered. "We are all God’s children."

Her fist hit his jaw with such force it made his head spin and his vision white out for a moment.  ”Ow!” he squawked as she shoved him away, spinning over the church floor for a moment before he sorted himself out.

She glared at him and he gave her a wounded look.  Okay, so she was Not Nice.  Not like he was expecting her to be Miss America.  She was definitely almost doing something illegal after all.  It wasn’t like she was gonna be happy to see him.

"Name’s Blue Beetle," he said, giving her a jaunty salute as he nimbly alighted on the rafters next to her, looking friendly but also poised to fight if he had to.  "Not Bug Boy.  I’m pretty sure that’s another guy.  Tick, or something.  Bugman? I don’t know, you’d be surprised how many insect themed guys run around."

"Anyways, I think this is technically loitering, so you better clear off or come clean," he continued, mostly oblivious to her venomous tone.  "Either way works for me."

Felicia dropped nimbly to the floor from the rafters, her own ziplines retracting a few feet before her feet touched the wood. She was obviously light on her feet, managing not to wake anyone sleeping. She gestured to where two homeless men rested in the pews.

"This is a sanctuary, there’s no such thing as loitering." She growled, the acoustics of the church enough to carry her voice. "And if there was, they’ve been here much longer than I have." Felicia planted her hands on her hips, looking up to the Beetle with a wrinkled nose. 

"The name’s Black Cat and you can leave me the fuck alone or you can get your head in the game.” She gestured to the altar. “I was hired to find something that’s hiding here, for safe-keeping out of the hands of someone who would use it to level your shitty town.” 

Ted shrugged, stubbornly refusing to be as grouchy as she was being.  ”Yeah, but they’re less fun,” he said.  ”And less in costume and therefore less easy to get away. Also they stink and you don’t.”  He shrugged grandly, still perched up on the rafter.  If she tried to make a run for it, he could catch up with her.

He grew serious when she explained why she was here.  Ted may be a loveable goofball, but not when it came to something that might potentially blow up Chicago.  He lived there.  He leapt in the air, flipped once, and landed quietly on his feet, just as nimble as she.  ”All right, Grumpy Cat,” he said, “I think it’d be a good idea to tell me who hired you and how they know there’s some Macguffin that might blow up my city.”

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Filed under character: FELICIA HARDY character: TED KORD theyactasballast //even serious he's not serious

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Not Technically Illegal || Ted Kord

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Technically speaking, what Felicia was doing wasn’t illegal. Suspicious, yes, but not illegal. This particular church was open 24/7 for sanctuary reasons and actually had a bum or two resting in it’s pews. So why the outfit? For one thing, Felicia liked it. For another, it came equipped with the kind of stuff that could get her out of a fix, and fast. 

What kind of fix might a New York girl get into in a church in Chicago, you might ask? Well there was always cops, and if her employer was right, this church was little more than it appeared. She was supposed to be looking for some kind of jewel or chalice or something equally lame and auspicious that had something to do with the destruction of the universe. As usual. 

She figured that something like that wasn’t going unprotected, even if it was in a church. So here she was, suspicious as hell, casing the joint. She’d caught sight of a few security measures at the entrance: cameras and an alarm. The cameras made sense. The alarm didn’t, not if the doors were always open. 

Felicia pondered the conundrum in the rafters of the church, a pretty, vintage building on the outskirts of the city. Perfect megalomaniac lair stuff. It had stained glass windows and everything. 

This wasn’t usually Ted’s beat.  Actually, Ted didn’t really have a beat, per se, since he was one of the few superheroes operating out of Chicago anymore.  Especially since The Question didn’t take him up on his offer to stay in Chicago instead of going back to Hub City.

But Ted Kord was an expert superhero, which meant that he had instincts. And his instincts told him that something was going wrong in Sacred Heart Church.  Something totally illegal, probably.

Okay, he got lucky and happened to see someone in costume sneak suspiciously into the church as he was passing overhead in The Bug.

Using his expert gymnastics abilities (that actually were expert) and his superspy moves (which mostly facilitated him being very, very quiet), he managed to sneak in through the roof and hang out on the rafters right above the criminal’s head.  He grinned to himself. This was his favorite part.

Using the cables connected to his belt, Ted looped down over the rafter he was crouched on and hung upside down in front of his target.

"Hello there!" he chirped with a shit-eating grin. "This is your Don’t Do Crime Service—whoa."

Pretty girl. Time for some Ted Kord charm.  He flashed her a cheerful smile and said, “excuse me, ma’am, but I’m afraid hanging out in rafters isn’t churchgoing behavior.”

Whatever kind of asshole sneaks up on a cat burglar using cables must be a special species of idiot. Felicia heard the telling whisper of the cables as they unwound from whatever belt he was wearing (of course it was a man). She couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling when his sentence was suddenly halted by a whoa. It had been a long time since a nerd in a mark had done something like that.

Unfortunately for this prick, she wasn’t exactly on happy terms with that nerd. 

Without even having to use her expert gymnastic abilities, Felicia reached out and gave him a right hook strong in the jaw. The force of the strike gave him a little sway and with pursed, unamused lips, she shoved him roughly at his shoulder.

Most cables were designed not to tangle, even in rotation.

Most masks weren’t stupid enough to use that kind of equipment around her. 

Anyone who knew her wasn’t stupid enough to pull that spider bullshit in her presence.

"Can it, Bug Boy." She whispered. "We are all God’s children."

Her fist hit his jaw with such force it made his head spin and his vision white out for a moment.  ”Ow!” he squawked as she shoved him away, spinning over the church floor for a moment before he sorted himself out.

She glared at him and he gave her a wounded look.  Okay, so she was Not Nice.  Not like he was expecting her to be Miss America.  She was definitely almost doing something illegal after all.  It wasn’t like she was gonna be happy to see him.

"Name’s Blue Beetle," he said, giving her a jaunty salute as he nimbly alighted on the rafters next to her, looking friendly but also poised to fight if he had to.  "Not Bug Boy.  I’m pretty sure that’s another guy.  Tick, or something.  Bugman? I don’t know, you’d be surprised how many insect themed guys run around."

"Anyways, I think this is technically loitering, so you better clear off or come clean," he continued, mostly oblivious to her venomous tone.  "Either way works for me."

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Filed under character: TED KORD character: FELICIA HARDY theyactasballast //he's sO OBNOXIOUS HELLO EVERYONE

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Not Technically Illegal || Ted Kord

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Technically speaking, what Felicia was doing wasn’t illegal. Suspicious, yes, but not illegal. This particular church was open 24/7 for sanctuary reasons and actually had a bum or two resting in it’s pews. So why the outfit? For one thing, Felicia liked it. For another, it came equipped with the kind of stuff that could get her out of a fix, and fast. 

What kind of fix might a New York girl get into in a church in Chicago, you might ask? Well there was always cops, and if her employer was right, this church was little more than it appeared. She was supposed to be looking for some kind of jewel or chalice or something equally lame and auspicious that had something to do with the destruction of the universe. As usual. 

She figured that something like that wasn’t going unprotected, even if it was in a church. So here she was, suspicious as hell, casing the joint. She’d caught sight of a few security measures at the entrance: cameras and an alarm. The cameras made sense. The alarm didn’t, not if the doors were always open. 

Felicia pondered the conundrum in the rafters of the church, a pretty, vintage building on the outskirts of the city. Perfect megalomaniac lair stuff. It had stained glass windows and everything. 

This wasn’t usually Ted’s beat.  Actually, Ted didn’t really have a beat, per se, since he was one of the few superheroes operating out of Chicago anymore.  Especially since The Question didn’t take him up on his offer to stay in Chicago instead of going back to Hub City.

But Ted Kord was an expert superhero, which meant that he had instincts. And his instincts told him that something was going wrong in Sacred Heart Church.  Something totally illegal, probably.

Okay, he got lucky and happened to see someone in costume sneak suspiciously into the church as he was passing overhead in The Bug.

Using his expert gymnastics abilities (that actually were expert) and his superspy moves (which mostly facilitated him being very, very quiet), he managed to sneak in through the roof and hang out on the rafters right above the criminal’s head.  He grinned to himself. This was his favorite part.

Using the cables connected to his belt, Ted looped down over the rafter he was crouched on and hung upside down in front of his target.

"Hello there!" he chirped with a shit-eating grin. "This is your Don’t Do Crime Service—whoa."

Pretty girl. Time for some Ted Kord charm.  He flashed her a cheerful smile and said, “excuse me, ma’am, but I’m afraid hanging out in rafters isn’t churchgoing behavior.”

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Filed under theyactasballast character: FELICIA HARDY //screams it begins //im so sorry felicia character: TED KORD

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Levi | Heishichō | Captain of the Survey Corps (“Heicho”) | 43 years old # thug turned soldier # humanity’s strongest # skilled fighter # tiny clean freak | faceclaim: none. Images/gifs taken from the anime/manga

"if you don’t want to die, think."

Levi’s blunt and often very rude mannerisms make him seem initially unapproachable and cold. Broadly, this is correct.  He is vulgar, rude, abrasive, and dismissive of others.  However, Levi is, first and foremost, a soldier and a leader.  He commands great respect from his subordinates because he earns it.  He is a phenomenal fighter and very pointedly dislikes “useless deaths”, and leads the men and women beneath him in accordance to this. He is clever, cold, and distant, but he will do his best to see you come back alive from a mission.  Even if he will comment on the state of your uniform.

"the difference in judgment between you and me originates from different rules derived from past experience."

Not much is known about Levi’s past, except that he lived as a thug in the underground city below the capital.  He was eventually captured by Erwin Smith who was so impressed by his fighting skills and his prowess with stolen 3-D maneuver gear that he blackmailed Levi and his two companions into joining the survey corps.  The rest is hazy until his appearance later on, when he saves Eren, Mikasa and Armin from a Titan after Eren comes out of shifting himself. From that point on, he has worked to hone Eren’s Titan shifting abilities, and generally keep people alive. It’s an uphill battle.

Because of Levi’s sketchy backstory, we have basically a lot of room to play! I am willing to play at any point of Levi’s canon.

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Ted Kord | The Blue Beetle II | 44 years old # legacy hero # nonpowered # genius-level intellect # inventor # prankster extraordinare | faceclaim: Paul Rudd

"oh come on! It’ll be fun!"

Ted Kord is nothing if not good-humored.  Always ready with a very witty (tactless) and hilarious (bad) joke, Ted Kord prides himself on his sense of humor almost more than his intellect, which is canonically higher than Batman’s (it’s true! An alien told him once! And then tried to eat him…). Although he often comes across like a jerkoff who doesn’t take anything seriously, he isn’t callous, or cruel.  On the contrary, Ted is kind and loyal to the people he sees as friends and will do just about anything for you.  Including steal your Oreos, drop a bucket of water on your head, or hide your underwear all over Headquarters. He’s just that kinda guy.

"what’s the worst that could happen?"

Ted Kord’s life has been…hard.  His mother died early of illnesses, leaving him alone with a distant father who was far more interested in running the family company, KORD Industries. He went off to college to pursue degrees in Engineering and took an Archaeology class because he was a huge nerd.  Such nerdery paid off—in a way.  He met professor Dan Garrett and befriended him.  Dan became the father Ted never had, and before long, Ted was probably spending more time helping Dan with his research than doing his own Engineering work.  But Dan wasn’t the only adult interested in the very obvious genius present in the young student. Ted’s favorite uncle, Jarvis Kord, connected with him soon after Ted started college and enlisted him to help him with what appeared to be an experimental robotics project.  Pleased to be helping his uncle—another father figure in lieu of his actual father—Ted’s work in Jarvis’ project was revolutionary.  Although he was young, he demonstrated an advanced understanding of the technology and robotics at work.

However, Ted wasn’t satisfied not knowing what this project was for.  Finally, he discovers that his uncle is using his research and Ted’s assistance to create an army of super-androids to be used for his own megalomaniac means!  Ted, not knowing where to go, seeks out Dan Garrett for advice. Ted really couldn’t have chosen a better professor to go to, because Dan Garrett revealed his identity as the Blue Beetle—a crimefighter with an insect motif.  He agreed to help Ted stop his uncle.

The showdown happened at Pago Island.  Jarvis and Dan were killed, and Ted swore to uphold the Blue Beetle legacy no matter what.  Although the magical scarab that powered Dan Garrett never worked for Ted, that didn’t stop the young inventor, who instead relied solely on gadgetry and his own athleticism.  Trained in gymnastics, aikido, and boxing, Ted Kord debuted as Blue Beetle II in his hometown in Chicago and continued ever since, at the expense of his relationships and his business (his father had relinquished KORD Industries to Ted after graduation).

He teamed up with other superheroes—famous, infamous, or obscure—and his heroics caught the attention of the leaders of the Justice League.  He spent some time with the Justice League before finding his home in the Justice League International.

Ted Kord’s history gets increasingly depressing after that point, resulting eventually in his death (and re-death, and re-death…) at the hands of his old friend Maxwell Lord.  I am basically game to play any part of his history, including post-death, if we really wanted to get wacky.

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