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Post by razor on Dec 23, 2021 23:06:17 GMT -7
Kid Omega "It's all fake and illusion. That's what cool is. That's what charisma is. That's what everything is." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Quire would lounge in the bubble as they flew away to The Dove and plopped onto the ground when they landed. He'd take his place up in the cockpit with Julian, making it as awful as possible for him to fly the thing, mostly because he could just save all of them if they wrecked. It was clear that Hellion was speaking in general... To himself, really, but it was directed to Quentin only by proximity of who was closest. He'd initially think to keep quiet and ignore the rambling of the madman, but he'd decide to continue to antagonize... He was also stressed out by the situation, and he had to vent by being verbally abusive as well. "Well, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation if Pixie didn't literally stab two people. Hell, I dunno if this was even worth it... It just looks like we went out to get another Wolverine... Who wants that, we can barely handle one. What, we're just gonna raise up the next Horseman of War?" He'd sneer, leaning on the doorway of the cockpit. AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by razor on Dec 23, 2021 22:55:31 GMT -7
Mister Sinister "What a Sinister turn of events this was, eh?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sinister couldn't help but chuckle when Maker mentioned everything said. He continues to forget that intelligent minds consider the same plans. Everything that Maker had suggested were things that Mister Sinister had already planned to do if this Genosha plan panned out. Experiment the Mothervine on Omega Level Mutants? Yes. Replicate the vial a damn near million times? Yes. Show good will to the X-Men to help with this Genosha plan? Yes. Work alongside Magneto to give himself relevancy? Yes. Nothing got past the man in this sense... No sense in hiding all of his motives even further, but there was still one benefit that the man was most definitely missing. The constant flow of dead mutant bodies... Hell, he didn't even have to actually get them killed at this rate. He'd just need to request highly dangerous missions that got them killed and he could bring them in without worrying about anything beyond that. It was a lovely world to imagine. "Ah, yes... It seems that you have seen right through my ruse... I apologize. You must know more than anyone that keeping your secrets hidden is a valuable skill to have. Which is why you have the telepathic blockers..." He'd say, turning his charming smile to the man perusing his tower, "Yes, my plan was to team up with Magneto to give myself credibility to the X-Men. To them, I am a freak of nature that all mutants should fear... But if Magneto backs me, they will be inclined to listen. This will provide me with a steady stream of mutant bodies... Though it is a dice roll on how much Omega DNA I will be exposed to. Though, you can rest assured that it is my goal to get the DNA regardless of this vile of Mothervine.""You raise a good bargain. Though I must know the timeline in which this is needed. I am brilliant... Hell, I am even a miracle worker... But I am not any form of a god just yet." AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by razor on Dec 20, 2021 23:55:43 GMT -7
Iron Man "I am Iron Man..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Stark had to navigate carefully when it came to this. This is what democracy got you, a psychotic president ready to shoot down anything that breathed against American soil. If his answer wasn't satisfactory, he had no doubt that Osborn had a missile ready to launch at the threat at any given notice. It was something he'd hoped to avoid, if he could help it. Especially because he had agents on that ship. "We currently have agents and heroes on the ship in hopes to communicate that we don't have what they came for, or that we won't give it to them. If diplomacy fails, we have an attack plan to destroy this fleet, and we will have to begin to prepare our defense against this threat. SHIELD has a plan for such an event, and we will keep you informed on what happens when it does. Excuse my bluntness, but I would appreciate it if you didn't fire a missile at these people. We will lose many American lives along with it, as they are already within the ship."Maybe Stark should run for President next election...
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Carnage "In my experience I've found it isn't the 'alone' part people are scared of... It's the dying part." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cletus was in a rather compromised position. That stupid power collar meant nothing. He got the same amount of power regardless of what happened. They knew that little bit of symbiote wasn't enough to help him escape this thing... They just made him wear it because it was uncomfortable. Rhino, on the other hand, got the full force of his power back. With this little bit of symbiote, he knew that he could take the hits. He couldn't tank them, but he wouldn't die because of them. He'd be slightly faster, and he could draw blood... If he could draw ENOUGH blood though... Every rational thought in his twisted brain told him that this was a bad idea and he can't win. Every rational thought in his twisted brain told him to stand down for today. Too bad he only had about one or two of those per year. "Sorry, big guy... You've got something that I want..." He'd say with a wide, toothy grin as a thin symbiote lining covered his body, "I'm gonna steal yer blood." AppTrackerVoice Example
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Razor "I don't smile for me, I smile for you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Razor has had a specific hatred for the Purifiers for a while now. First, they were literally anti-mutant... Pretty easy to hate them as a mutant. Secondly, they stole his best friend from back home and made her hate mutants and him in particular. Thirdly, they made her beat the shit out of him and leave him for dead in an alleyway... Three strikes and now they are OUT for sure. Typical of the human police to not do anything about this... Literally mutant children were being abducted by a corrupt force and what were they doing? Sitting on their asses, eating donuts or something. Normally he would've asked Quentin for help with this, but Quentin wasn't really much of a stealth guy. He wanted to deal with this quietly and get out without causing much of a scene. Plus, Quire had mentioned that they had gotten data on telepaths, so the bulk of his abilities would be kind of useless here. He'd sneak into the alleyway where there was a handful of mutants hiding out. A couple would cower away from him, which was understandable because of his threatening glare with the spiked mask, but he'd take the mask off to show his face with a shush gesture. "Hey, hey, no need to panic... Where are they? I'm with the Brotherhood, I'm here to help.""Y-you mean like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants?" The middle aged woman would ask. "Propaganda. We're just the Brotherhood of Mutants. You'll be hearing from us really soon. Regardless, you're being saved by us right now, where are they?" He'd say with an annoyed sigh. "They're in the west wing of the church. The big one, you can't miss it.""Stay put, I'll make sure you know that it's safe." He'd say with a nod, pulling his mask back up. He'd begin to slink back into the shadows, but hear commotion at the outside of the alleyway. There was a mutant mother pulling her child away from someone... With a shift of angle, he'd see that it was Spider-Man. Not THE Spider-Man, but Spider-Man. Gosh, they really need to get their names in order, this is so confusing. Knowing that this guy might be a very big help to this, he'd place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Spidey. I know where they're at. Could really use your help with this, I'm sure they've got guns..." He'd say, looking off to the family walking away from him, "Don't worry too much about them... It's hard losing your home to the people that arguably saved your life. It's a weird thing to process." Other Information:AppTracker
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Post by razor on Dec 19, 2021 17:04:39 GMT -7
Razor "I don't smile for me, I smile for you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Razor began walking forward seemingly unknowing of the creature that was skittering by him. Something that the small creature had failed to notice was that the boy scouting also had a network of thin tendrils snaking out along the grass that were coming out of his pant legs. The small creature would hover over the tendril for a split second, and then it'd immediately snap up and wrap itself around the creature. The small, writhing creature would be pulled up to Razor's face as he inspected it for a moment. "Hey there, little guy... You wanna tell me who you're working for and why? Not that you're gonna live through this, but you could do the right thing and make it quick or you could not tell me and make this slow and very VERY painful..."Two spiked bone tendrils would be poised at the creature's face. "Which is it gonna be?" Other Information:AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by razor on Dec 19, 2021 15:56:21 GMT -7
Ghost-Spider "We can play 'what if' forever. I've met people who look at our whole universe as a big game of "what if." What if Gwen Stacy didn't die? What if she got super-powers instead? What if she, just once, she got to be the hero?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Spider-Woman's eyes went wide in shock for a moment as the name Miles Morales came out of his mouth, and her Spidey-Sense went crazy right at that moment. Even though there was a distinct rumbling that told her that it was Rhino, she also felt it coming from the general area of Miles as well. She'd fire a webline at Miles, hopefully attaching to him before Rhino came out of the attack. She took the hit and flew out of the entrance with Rhino and hopefully Miles in tow. She'd slam into the ground with a painful thud, and groan. "Well, Rhino... You weren't wrong. You definitely killed us... And you too." She'd sigh, looking up at everyone surrounding them. Even with her ability to move around, there was no way she was going to be able to save herself AND Rhino at the same time. She wasn't too worried about Miles, as he had the ability to displace himself... Rhino wouldn't cooperate with her though... This was looking pretty bad.
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Razor "I don't smile for me, I smile for you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Malik Withrow was doing some patrols for right now. He was honestly kind of fearful for what he had heard from Mister Sinister when he took Ziggy Karst from him and the X-Men. Not only that, but she was going willingly. They were going somewhere as a base, and it really troubled him to know that this base that he was talking about was Genosha. Yet, he was here, and Sinister was seemingly not. Maybe Magneto had beat him here? He had mentioned that he had been working on reclaiming Genosha for some time now, but that doesn't mean that Mister Sinister hasn't also been making moves for a good amount of time as well. He'd normally kept a perimeter around the area the brotherhood was using, but he was getting to be a little more adventurous today. He wanted to expand. Maybe he could find Sinister. Surely the mutated freak wouldn't kill him. He couldn't help but despise that Magneto was even in question of working for this guy... So much dead mutant blood ran through his veins. All those powers were stolen, even further offensive that they were given to him by Apocalypse... The worst kind of mutant... The one that felt that not all mutants were created equal... He'd push on, keeping a watchful eye around. He'd lost his enhanced senses in exchange for unlocking the true potential for his bone powers, but it didn't mean that he didn't have the training from Daken, Warpath, and Nightcrawler to help him scout out for things. He was mostly just hoping that whatever he was looking for wasn't tiny and stealing his DNA... Because Sinister just LOVED doing that. Other Information:AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by razor on Dec 17, 2021 19:28:16 GMT -7
Ghost-Spider "We can play 'what if' forever. I've met people who look at our whole universe as a big game of "what if." What if Gwen Stacy didn't die? What if she got super-powers instead? What if she, just once, she got to be the hero?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This guy was really offering a team up now? After punching him multiple times in the stomach. Even further, this guy was also kind of putting her in an odd position. She could sit here and fight this painful fight and then they both run into the cops, or they could both leave and not have to deal with this... Plus, this guy could also just disappear and leave before the cops got to him. He has her in a very tough position right now. "Judging from your getup and tone, I don't really think you're on the good side of things... So, how about you just do the right thing and tell me what you're fighting. I can handle it, and you can turn yourself over, because I don't really work with those who want the help of murderers..."
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Ghost-Spider "We can play 'what if' forever. I've met people who look at our whole universe as a big game of "what if." What if Gwen Stacy didn't die? What if she got super-powers instead? What if she, just once, she got to be the hero?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Spider-Woman blinked a few times as the wooden tables flew across the room. Why was he so upset about this? He was a bad guy. What was she supposed to do? Let him win? Would he do that for her? Idiot. "Sorry, not gonna lie to you, Rhino..." She'd grunt as she webbed to two of the tables being thrown at her, "You're kind of an easy target."As the right hook came, she would use the momentum from the tables to move out of the way so that she could kill two birds with one stone. She aimed for the strong legs of the man, hoping to throw him off balance. "Ya know, I'm usually one for banter, but you're not doing anything but whining, so let's fix that." As she backed away from her target, she would shoot webbing at Rhino's mouth, specifically about three shots, then two more at each eye. "You ever play peek-a-boo? I'm a huge fan of that game, honestly..." She would pull down a light fixture with webbing on one side of Rhino while webbing in for a full-force strike to his jaw.
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Post by razor on Nov 29, 2021 14:55:24 GMT -7
Mister Sinister "What a Sinister turn of events this was, eh?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ah, so it WAS Richards... That was kind of a shot in the dark, but the sensors did give him a TINY bit of confirmation there. Skrull threats were in abundance, but this... Didn't seem to be what that was. This Richards was legit, but not his legit Richards... This was a Richards who had taken note of his skills, though it had made Sinister sad to know that the Sinister of the alternative Reed's universe was plagued with lunacy. A true shame indeed. He was no fool and knew how dealing with more than one of yourself was difficult, especially when you're trying to constantly backstab and kill yourself. He could see merit in not wanting to meet with his counterpart from this universe. "Ah, yes, I would very much like to avoid Reed Richards as well, though our definitions of avoiding may be a tad bit different..." He'd say in agreement to what was mentioned. This Richards then got down to business, the meat and potatoes of the argument. The man lacked the verbal foreplay he typically engaged in to gain the upper hand, but there was merit to getting to the point. One must always be upfront with someone you are forced to trust. The man wanted to know of the mutant that crossed over to the world he is in, and he was offering a large sum of something to do it... Mothervine. "My my... Something to enhance mutant genes... Or infect others with it if done right. As a fellow geneticist, you know the value of this vile alone, even within its incompleteness?" He'd question, thinking momentarily before continuing, "And all you want from me is an army of disposable clones? That seems too good to be true, my friend."He'd mill around his space for a moment, admiring his own architecture. It was something of the future, truly. His literal blood, sweat, and tears were in this place. His biologically enhanced city was a blessing. He could connect and disconnect as he saw fit, with no harm done to him. If and when Magneto decided to lay waste to this place, he would be in no pain if the site fell. That reminded him. "Well, I would normally accept this idea in its entirety. Sadly, I find myself in a battle of wits with another intelligent and powerful being... Big moves are being played here. The mutant 'messiah' or tyrant, depending on your worldview, Magneto is on this island, not too far from here. While he is reclaiming the island, I am also doing my own reclaiming. Hopefully, this place will become an equal split of work done, though I fear Magneto is going to beat me to the punch... Therefore, I will be gathering useful resources to make this place a utopia for all mutants, under the single premise that I can be the mortician and use the recently deceased. Some may hate it; others may love it... It matters not. I want a place where I can get mutants without the hindrance of the X-Men, and this is my best chance. It's like treating your cows better. Fatten them up and let them live a happy life, and then be left with the spoils."His arms would cross, looking to the simmering green liquid. He was fascinated with it, yet also disgusted. Of course, the key to mutants as a whole was green. Why wouldn't it be? "That vial could be the catalyst to the entire country, and having me on it... The sad part is, I may not be able to use it the way that I normally would. If I had to guess, I would need to use it so Genosha could gain some political power.""Normally, I would try very hard to trick you into just giving it to me and backstabbing you on the clone deal... Be lucky. I respect and plan to steal the schematics of your gadgets. In the meantime, I can tell you that I have yet to reach the 'perfect' mutant chimera. I can tell you, I can make you an army of me, which is the closest thing you can get to a perfect mutant chimera. Complete with telepathy, endopathy, and peak physical strength, to name a few. Not sure how big this threat is, but I'll be able to get you a small army of those within any timeframe you need."A delicate, paper-white hand would extent to the Richards. "So, what do ya say? Business partners?" AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by razor on Nov 3, 2021 12:38:45 GMT -7
XNEW YORK CITY SUBWAYMalik wasn't one to let people into his mind recently. Even though he had relayed the idea that he didn't plan on betraying the X-Men, he'd still get the stray telepathic thought reach into his mind. It frustrated him, because it made him a liability to Magneto and his brotherhood. They weren't going to be able to grow if he was always giving away their location. It didn't help when someone disguised as Quentin tried to reach his mind... Of course that was proven false when it actually was Quire, and he didn't want to turn him in to Professor X. Instead, it was about something very serious and the reason why he was here with Magneto in the first place... Helping mutants and freeing them from their human bonds. So, he was here is, teleporting from an unknown place with tech beyond his knowledge to the streets of New York City... He had to say, it felt like the most bittersweet thing to be a part of... He wouldn't have wanted to leave so bad if Wilson Fisk wasn't literally red-lining mutants. He couldn't stand for that, and he couldn't just kill Fisk. While he technically didn't have any moral objections to it, he wasn't going to stand there and take that lying down. He'd stay somewhere with Magneto and fight the good fight... He found himself standing face to face with his old roommate and friend, Quentin Quire. Quire had looked better... What he saw was legit. Trap or not, he saw something. That much was obvious. The bags under his eyes, the paler than normal skin, and the fact that it looked like he already thrown up at least twice. "You look like shit.""Well, I might've missed you, but not anymore.""Cool. I didn't."The two grinned at each other before hopping the oppressive turnstile to get into the subway train. It was something to note that they were not the only ones to have done it. It was very odd that it happened, but that's just how New York was. God New Yorkers were wonderful. They sat down in the subway and caught up as much as possible without seeming vulnerable. Malik asked about Chaka, Quentin told him that she was annoying and came to cry in their room every day. Quentin would ask how Magneto and Mister Sinister were, Malik would tell him that they were both full of themselves and annoying to listen to when they argued. It was typical life things. One worked for two sociopaths and the other worked for one. Pretty simple, to be fair. It was a nice way of catching up, which took them the entire way to New Jersey, neither one of them skipping a beat. It was almost as if they hadn't been apart for years on end. It was good though... The two of them would save the child in question and bring him back. Where they would send the boy was still to be determined.
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Post by razor on Nov 1, 2021 14:44:59 GMT -7
XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERSQuentin Quire wanted out of this school. Furthermore, he didn't NEED TO BE in this school. The teachers here just didn't know it yet. Not that the teachers were great or anything, hell very few of them had their teaching license. Not that it mattered, mutants will always be a systematically oppressed race. That wasn't going to stop him from being powerful enough for the human scum to leave him the hell alone. All he had to do was prove to them that he was pretty much better than all of them, and there was nothing they could do to teach him. Thus, he was crouched down outside of the Cerebro room. Mr. Clean himself was sitting in the chair (not that he could get up anyways) and looking for mutants in distress. If Quentin could mask his presence while also intercepting the messages, he could send subliminal messages to Xavier to graduate him now. He had to sift through many odd and offshooting thoughts. Random dirty thoughts about Captain Marvel that were creepily accurate to her body type, an entire grocery list, a wall of pineapples, theft of a diamond, Scott Summers' melodramatic shower thoughts. Just when he was about to give up and start with the subliminal messages, he heard a faint screech of pain. At first he let it shuffle to the back of his mind, but that changed as the screaming persisted. He honed in on this sound, knowing that he was the only one that could hear it right now. The sound was coming from New Jersey, giving down to the street in which the boy was being held. The boy was strapped to a table with multiple drills going into his back. These drills were attached to something that he couldn't see from this angle. The boy was struggling to stay conscious during the ordeal, as he caught a glimpse of some white-haired man in a purple robe before passing out. "Shit! f**k f**k f**k!"Quentin would immediately bolt back to his room and slam the door behind him. His hands pressed up against the sides of his head and ruffle his hair. "It's fine Quentin, just forget it, forget that it was there. You didn't hear it, you didn't hear it at all." He'd repeat to himself as he began sweating and holding back tears. It wouldn't leave his head. The image flashed over and over in his head. Was this what Xavier watched every single day? What kind of sick freak does he have to be to see things like this? What an awful and miserable way of living. That thing was a curse to everyone it touched and, apparently, whoever was in proximity of it. "Okay Quire, we've got to get you in touch with someone who could help..." He'd sigh, trying to calm himself down. He knew someone perfect for this job. He would reach out to his former roommate, Malik Withrow, but he was better known as Razor. He was currently working with Magneto, but he had already established that he would not be betraying Xavier's school in the process. He felt that he was being pessimistic, but also being idealist and just overall wrong, but who was he to try and stop someone from being happy? The guy wanted to be a criminal, let him be one. It seems that Razor had gotten better at his psychic defense, as Quire was unable to reach him. Telepathy was different to everyone. For Quentin, it was like the desktop of a computer. There were certain permissions you had with varying people. Some people would be completely okay with you opening the childhood memories folder while others have multiple walls around it, barring you access. Most mutants could resist one form of telepathy or another, and control where it is. It took skill or to be another telepath to protect the entire computer. Right now, Razor had a block on receiving messages right now to not disclose his location... SO Quentin just needed to Trojan Horse the guy's brain. He disguised the thought as him thinking about that one time with Ziggy on the forbidden rock. While Razor resisted and tried to avoid the thought, his deepest desires drew him towards it. That was when he was bombarded with the imagery, so much so he fell out of his chair. Wakey wakey, turncoat.Quentin, what the hell?!So, I might have just messed up.Yeah, you just knocked me out of my chair, what the hell was that?I picked it up off Cerebro, we gotta go save them. Or else I've got to tell them I was snooping.Dammit, Quentin. You knew I wouldn't be able to let you turn this over to them either... Screw you. Where are we headed?New Jersey. Meet me at the Subway close to here.Got it. You owe me for this one...The connection ended and Quire would sigh. "Yeah..."
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Post by razor on Oct 8, 2021 8:01:59 GMT -7
Ghost-Spider "We can play 'what if' forever. I've met people who look at our whole universe as a big game of "what if." What if Gwen Stacy didn't die? What if she got super-powers instead? What if she, just once, she got to be the hero?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Spider-Woman watched as Rhino made a fool of himself yet again and couldn't help but stifle a laugh. The threat being cut off immediately by the sound of getting punched was always funny. That didn't last long though, as she felt her Spidey-Sense go crazy... But it felt like it was all around her? Without being able to think of what happened, she would take a punch straight to the gut and have to fight back losing her lunch. She'd hit the wall behind her and crumple to the floor for a moment. "--Agh, where in the world..." She'd say, standing up slowly. She couldn't let herself get trampled by Rhino... Speaking of Rhino. "Okay, so Rhino, are we gonna team up against this invisible person or are you going to make it harder for everyone?" She would call out from a little ways away Rhino.
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Post by razor on Oct 7, 2021 10:34:44 GMT -7
Carnage "In my experience I've found it isn't the 'alone' part people are scared of... It's the dying part." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cletus' body would revolt at the electricity coursing through his veins. He had half a mind to skewer the man's larynx with the little bit of symbiote he had left in his body, but he knew that he couldn't. If he did, they'd take it from him. He was getting glimpses of attacks on some small, urban town in the mountains. Fighting some air girl. What the hell was that? Whatever it was, it was invigorating. Cletus would lunge at the man, hoping to strangle him, but was struck down. After the assault was over, he'd scream out at them many creative slurs, curses, and ways to kill them. While he couldn't fight what was happening, he knew he'd try. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU WANT TO THROW DOWN WITH OL' CLETUS, EH? I'LL TAKE ONE OUTTA YA SO HARD YOU'LL HAVE THAT DUMB BITCH SMILE COMING OUT OF YER NECK, YA HEAR ME? I'LL END YOU!!!" AppTrackerVoice Example
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