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Post by Martyr on Apr 15, 2024 15:41:47 GMT -7
Mod notes: Contacted bio858 through PM. Contacted superchick through PM. Contacted wan through PM.
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Post by Martyr on Apr 13, 2024 10:23:16 GMT -7
RED SKULL (Johann Shmidt) HAIL HYDRA!
They always looked for a savior. The lesser beings who could not and would not do for themselves what they sought others to do for them. It was the reason that they always got and deserved the boot over their neck. If they were worthy, they would not need aid.
To make it worse, their genetic impurity was on full display on many. Horns and scales. Abilities that cannot be controlled. Skin of inhuman color. A genetic hiccup. A mistake that needed to be corrected.
The Red Skull was most often a planner. He was involved in plots around the world most of them long term. However, when an opportunity dropped itself right into his lap, he would not shun it. The chatter as they scrambled a response to what was happening spilled over into enemy channels. His channels. Hydra channels.
Some anti-mutant group had taken over a small part of the mutants' enclave, their reservation, their ghetto. These men were on the surface organized. They were organized enough to take over a chunk of land. They were organized enough to get ahold of sentinels. Still, the issue was that they were under someone else's direction. Either they would fall apart of they would be rivals. The Red Skull would tolerate neither.
So, he took a small squad of Hydra agents to not so much liberate the hospital currently being attacked but to have it change hands, to his black leather-clad gloves.
These fools would no doubt try to use the place of medicine as a bargaining chip. That was foolish. Take it. Yes. Use it for your people. Yes. However, the lives of the patients mean nothing. The doctors will only live so long as they are useful.
The Vanguard of the Fourth Reich's own helicopter landed on a nearby rooftop. No fly zones only applied if they could actually be enforced.
Wherever there was injustice, tyranny, ruthlessness, the RED SKULL was there leading the attack on the weak and helpless! Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Apr 8, 2024 15:52:59 GMT -7
RUBY THURSDAY (Thursday Rubinstein)
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It was a sad indictment of her situation that the supervillain known as Ruby Thursday could not get everything that she wanted alone, even from the hands of her allies, the Headsmen. She had to find assistance in certain matters from lesser beings. Not as colleagues per se. They were closer to guinea pigs. Still it meant that she had to occasionally venture from her lair and into the wider world instead of occupying herself with more important things. Her latest foray into the sort of depressing dive bar criminal peons frequented was unsuccessful. All she got out of it was the smell of stale beer that somehow hit her in spite of a lack of a nose. As she was alone as far as she knew, she made no attempt to blend in with the squares. Her body was that of a bombshell. Her dress was straight out of the 70s. It had wide lapels, was sleeveless and featured white polka dots on a red fabric divided in two by a large white belt. Around her neck was a golden sort of choker. The most striking thing however, was her head. It was beautiful. It was perfection. It was a ruby red orb about the size of a basketball that glimmered somewhat as light shown down from above. Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 30, 2024 14:26:54 GMT -7
Lyja the Lazerfist (Lauren Green)
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Lyja was a soldier. Lyja was a spy. What she knew was deception and secrecy. She knew the secrets men tried to hide, not because she could read their faces or know their minds. It was much simpler. She took the form of a friendly face, or at least a neutral one. She was not a know enemy even if they were small and crawling things unknowingly wandering into a carefully laid web.
She was therefore among them as a human. Sometimes at a place like this, a hero went slumming. Sometimes a warrior spilled secrets of war. Even if this did not happen, she could enjoy this Earth concoction known as a mojito.
In her current form, she was calculated not to look all too different from anyone else.
He was a middle-aged man, short and stout. He compensated for his baldness by shaving his crown and compensated for his large nose with a thick mustache. He had, evidently just gotten off of work if his light blue shirt for "Freddy's Fix-a-Flat" was any indication. Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 30, 2024 11:36:49 GMT -7
THE BLOB (FRED DUKES)
One of his companions asked more about the threats they might face. "Depends on where we stumble, I guess. It's a jungle. It's always changing." Whatever it was, he would be ready.
The kid that talked to plants seemed to know the way. He gave her a warning, one that would probably not be taken well, but it was for her own good.
"Be careful what you promise here. There are plants in the Savage Land that eat people, not the other way like it should be."
What they came through after walking through a maze of plant life was a citadel of stone, broken apart and reclaimed by green over decades, maybe centuries. Everything built by man was slowly being pulled down by mosses and vines and trees. What may once have been five great pillars, north, east, south, west, and center, were at the corners of a rectangular plot about an acre and a half in area. The most mighty still stood eight feet tall and the most beaten down was little more than a stumbling block. The outer pillars had a ditch, deep enough to bury a knee, running from end to end. At the center pillar was a pile of bones, scattered by scavengers and bleached white by the sun. A couple dozen bones including multiple skulls were a testament to some awful past for this lost structure.
NOTHING MOVES THE BLOB!Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 29, 2024 19:14:10 GMT -7
Your Login Name:martyr Your Display Name:Martyr Your Name on Discord (if you have one):Marty Party Contact Preference:Discord Canon characters:Martyr BYE Blob linkRuby Thursday linkLyja the Lazerfist linkBeast linkViv Vision linkRogue BYE Wolfsbane linkKraven the Hunter linkRed Skull linkYellowjacket linkSupport and OCs I wish to keep:Argent Arcanist, J. Jonah Jameson, Jr. CHARACTERS I WISH TO DROP:
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Post by Martyr on Mar 29, 2024 19:02:26 GMT -7
It's that time again. It's that time to see if you're still here and a-posting. Reply to this thread NO LATER than April 15, 2024 at Noon (GMT-6) to keep your characters. The login name is what you originally signed up as. The display name is what shows when you're online. It is NOT necessarily your Discord name. Do not use Discord as a replacement for the AC. If you go to edit profile, your user name is to the upper right and your display name is the first thing in the field. Your contact preference is whether you would prefer to be contacted by PM on site or through Discord. We are also requiring that each canon you control to be active in order to keep them. To show this we need a link to an IC post either as part of a thread or as part of a solo you have done for that character since January 17, 2024. THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO SUPPORT CHARACTERS OR OCs. For support characters and OCs, all you need to do is write down that you want to keep them. While you can, say, delete the section on canons if you only have an OC, make sure to otherwise keep to format as much as possible as it reduces ambiguity. [b]Your Login Name:[/b] [b]Your Display Name:[/b] [b]Your Name on Discord (if you have one):[/b] [b]Contact Preference:[/b]
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[b]CHARACTERS I WISH TO DROP:[/b] IF your first character was apped or accepted after this message was posted, you don't have to reply here. You're too new to go on haitus! (but the regular posting rules still apply). If you have a canon accepted after this message, they don't need to provide a link to an IC post yet (but do still try to post with them). Byes: In sports, a bye is automatic advancement in a tournament without having an actual match. In the same way, we will allow byes here. You will not need to show a post with some characters. Instead, you can just write bye rather than adding a link. You don't need to write bye for support or OC characters. Once you have 4 canon characters (excluding OCs and support), you can take a bye. You get another bye at 8 canons, 12 canons, etc. You cannot use a bye for the same character for two ACs in a row. For example: if you play Captain America, Kingpin, Medusa, Professor Xavier, Silver Sable, Spider-Man, Millie the Model, and an OC named Casanova, you'd only get one bye because you don't play 8 characters that can use byes. You'd get a second bye if you then picked up Hawkeye and Rocket Raccoon.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 25, 2024 15:23:16 GMT -7
Yellowjacket (Hank Pym) 🐝 She mentioned that Mister Fantastic didn't publish his findings. "Well, yeah of course he doesn't. I talked about why already. There's only a handful of people on the planet that can grasp what he's doing at any given time, and one of those people is just another version of him but evil." At a certain rarified level, even other geniuses may as well be laity.
She compared him to Stark.
"Was is the key there. Stark's no more still a weapons dealer than I am still a grad student. His weapons were dangerous. My mistakes are omnicidal."
"Machines don't do nuance. They go through logical conclusions that would not occur to a sane human mind. Even if you think you've figured out the correct wording so that one meant to bring a lasting peace doesn't do so by thermonuclear apocalypse, one attempting to solve something like the Invariant subspace problem may well attempt to use every resource on Earth to do so."
Speaking of semantics, he was about to commit a gross violation of its rules. "How do Pym particles work? Very well, I think."
With this, YELLOWJACKET shrunk down and down. He was not subatomic yet, but he was now as small as, well, an ant. He moved across his interrogator's arm. Text adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 20, 2024 15:58:16 GMT -7
Vivian Vision
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It was not the most ideal situation to be in, stuck within the net of a sentinel along with the human she meant to rescue. The synthozoid had through a combination of programming and the specific frequency of brainwaves used in her creation the mind of a teenager. That included the capacity for embarrassment, for what teenage experience would be complete without it.
So then, this main explain why her robotic mind did not immediately go to any number of ways to get out of their current situation beyond wait and see.
It could also just be a matter of her processing going toward other concerns. She was damaged enough at the moment that efficient mental processing may not be possible.
The human asked if she could contact the fire department. That did give her the spark of an idea.
I WILL ATTEMPT TO CONTACT THE CHAMPIONS.
She did not entertain at the moment objections from her companion about bringing even more superheroes to the area.
<<I AM IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE. SENDING COORDINATES. MEDIUM PRIORITY.>>
She addressed her companion.
UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, IT WOULD BE A LOW PRIORITY CALL, BUT IN MY CONDITION I DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH HELP I COULD BE AGAINST ANOTHER ATTACK.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 17, 2024 14:17:18 GMT -7
J. Jonah Jameson, Jr. 📰 It was the same words with different letters. He always had people come with with threats and attempts at outblustering him. There would be one tomorrow and next week and the week after that, because nobody understood one simple fact: J. Jonah Jameson. Jr. could not be bought. He could not be pushed around. If he could, what would be the 4th Estate?
There was another call from his assistant. It was the busy life of an editor. There was a police officer here.
"Is this about the yellow suited idiot or the pink suited idiot? Also, who was it that contacted law enforcement? I ought to give them, well, probably not a raise but at least an attaboy. That should be enough for anyone really, you've done your duty and brought on someone who can handle it, you want more, go get the proper paperwork and training so you can capture the criminal yourself."
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Post by Martyr on Mar 13, 2024 18:48:15 GMT -7
The Beast (Hank McCoy)
The Beast was true to his name. His size had always been formidable even before his secondary blue-furred mutation brought on by his ill-fated experiment. His overly large hands and feet were what gave him his eventually nom de guerre, then applied on the gridiron.
He could almost fit the little red bamfs in his palm. This aided him in his strike about as much as the fact that he was familiar with the fighting style of the homunculi's azure doppelgänger.
He was not going to toss the creature hither and yon. There was too much in the lab that could be broken. So, he fought conservatively, a punch here, a backhand there, a knee across that, timed between teleports. Even with his skill, a few hits missed, but it was a numbers game.
Aid came from one of the first X-men. It wasn't long after their formation that the little boys' club, himself, Cyclops, Iceman, and Angel was opened up by Marvel Girl, who eventually went by her given name, Jean Grey. She grew as they all did, but she became one of the most powerful among them.
She, as many in this strange heroes' world had done, had died and been brought back to life. This most recent event was at the hands of Apocalypse and his Horsemen.
"Jean, I had heard that you had cheated Binky's rider, but now I cannot doubt it." OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 3, 2024 20:13:37 GMT -7
wolfsbane (rahne sinclair)
Her senses were in overdrive in her wolf form. There was the unmistakable and always unpleasant stench of death, but she could place its source without some searching. There. Against the skip, was a man in a blood-stained business suit. His throat was mangled and torn apart. ~Well, that explains the smell.~, she thought to herself. This place was far too urban for it to be most types of wildlife. It must be man, or at least a monster passing himself off as one. Rahne put her nose to the floor to try and find some clues. They came, but not from scent. Suddenly she heard tires screech. She moved to investigate. Someone fell into the back of a car and was driving off. Maybe it was a robbery gone wrong? A disposed of witness? Wolfsbane gave chase. She certainly couldn't tail it at highway speeds, but she was still far faster than a human would be in her wolf form. She snarled. Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Mar 2, 2024 14:23:10 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR. PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE "Try? Try? Trying is for idiots! Make it happen! Why would I pay someone to try? I'm not running a charity! This is a place of business and—"Peter had left a rant and a half ago. Jonah was still accompanied by an audience, not that his current audience hadn't heard every word repeated over and over again over the years.
Jonah shrugged his mild form of blackmail off with a wave and a bah. "Tell them. Tell everyone. Scream it from the mountaintop. It's not some sentimentality, he did good work. His photos came in on time! I miss that productivity. You'd think these kids today on the TikTok all the time would know how to frame a decent shot!"
Sure, Jonah, it was all a business decision. Never mind that when Peter actually worked fulltime for the paper, he routinely negatively compared his work to that of the previous generation of photographers.Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Feb 23, 2024 11:42:32 GMT -7
Argent Arcanist (Leyla Demir)
☽🜛☾ "Even if a thing is know, it still can, and often should be held in secret. It's not an infrequent occurrence to have clients request to be called by their surnames. Even if I know their first name, verbal masks can be a comforting thing to wear until one feels able to remove them."This was true of both of them. Leyla was not going to reveal her own nature, that she herself was a superhero to Finesse. It was not the time. It was not the place.The adjective unplanned was a telling distinction. There was a difference between rushing into a burning building and actively moonlighting. "It is not uncommon to feel good when we do good. Altruism has a social as well as a personal benefit.""Let's talk about this friend. You say that they have little in common with your peers. So, what it is then that connects the two of you and separates you from the others? What do you share?" Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d - Shakespeare Sonnet 27Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Feb 10, 2024 23:33:32 GMT -7
Yes to the unethical government experiments angle. It's a thing more street-level heroes can tackle with black ops mercs/spy craft and stuff like that. The second literal Civil War is a bit of a bridge too far though. Protests sure. More government oriented heroes being distrusted/having a crisis of faith, sure.
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