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Post by Martyr on Jan 3, 2024 18:59:33 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR. PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE "Superhero charity? Hm. That's exactly the kind of thing Spider-Man would be all over. Think of it:MASKED MENACE STEALS TOYS FROM HOMELESS ORPHANS AND SOUP FROM KITCHENS!""They're probably orphans! Every time around Christmas a bunch of orphans usually show up! Damnedest thing! Anyway, it's just the kind of Grinchery that web-shooting fool with a mask three-sizes-too-small would come up with! Of all the scams, he can't just steal from the rich he has to steal from the poor too! It's the reason the whole damn city hates him!"Yes, that was the reason."Hell with his red suit he'll probably pretend to be Santa Claus like that one movie, not by the Edward Scissorhands guy, the other guy! He'll have Doc Ock as his reindeer! Eight tentacles instead of antlers!""HOW THE MENACE STOLE CHRISTMAS!" get the headline ready and Parker, go out there and catch that blasted criminal in the act and I'll give you $300!"Slightly more than the going rate per hour for a professional photographer.Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Jan 3, 2024 18:45:46 GMT -7
YELLOWJACKET in APPROPRIATIONS 🐝
He made a mental catalogue as she talked. Who hadn't? Reed? Stark? Well, they weren't blamed for their mistakes the same way he was. She then mentioned each of them, albeit out of order from his own self-pity.
"Richards is definitely a scientist. He just doesn't really do peer review because he doesn't exactly have peers."
She mentioned how she got around the omnicidal machine intelligence thing. "How long until it decides it has to protect humanity from its own self destruction through destruction of free will? I've thought about these sort of things a lot since Ultron. Every avenue I consider, I consider ten ways it screws up. If I'd thought of that years ago, I'd not be where I am now with . . . him."
She mentioned that her roundabout praise of his mistakes lead to her own breakthrough.
"You're right, it did sound sarcastic."
Helpful, Pym. Very helpful.
"Well, it's easy to stand on the shoulders of Giant-Man. I'm tall." Don't explain the joke, idiot.
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Post by Martyr on Jan 1, 2024 7:48:00 GMT -7
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Post by Martyr on Jan 1, 2024 7:40:06 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 January 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 October 16, 2023. 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, detect the second 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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Post by Martyr on Dec 21, 2023 10:24:00 GMT -7
Ruby Thursday in Last Meal -- -- -- 🔴 -- -- --
Nothing had changed. In so long nothing had changed. This was not a reference to the monotony of prison. That was not an issue for a machine. It was not a reference to the politics of the place. She was a supergenius among intellectual insects. She could navagate the soft sciences with a subroutine. No. The uniform for women behind these bars, or more correctly given the technology plasma-infused hard light barriers, was canary yellow. Meanwhile, and this was key, as a direct slap in her spherical face, the men were given uniforms very near a ruby red.* Hers also had SHAPESHIFTER in big black letters across her right leg. It was somewhat true, even for them to exercise due caution.
There was one change since the last time she was here. In years past, at least for the heavy hitters, each inmate was fed individually within their cells. Fed of course was a relative term for an autotroph but the point remained. Now, they were herded three times a day into the common module at the center of their cells. Ruby Thursday pondered the reason for this change. It wasn't new management. Maybe they decided to device some new petty inconvenience: conversing with morons.
Her breakfast consisted of a package of off-off-brand cream of wheat, two slices of bone dry bread, a small container of skim milk, two little packages that should barely be called jelly, margarine, one of the few places that still used that, fake sugar, and the saddest excuse for an orange in the Western hemisphere, all slopped out on a black styrofoam tray. Pathetic.
Ruby Thursday sat down and assessed her conversation options more than the meal itself.
Template adapted from Silv. * Her complains date back to Time Served. - Ed.
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Post by Martyr on Dec 19, 2023 0:05:06 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR. PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE J. Jonah Jameson, Jr. could do with a lot less complaining. These damn millennials and gen z kids didn't know what true cold was! They weren't here for the time frost giants sent the city into an endless winter back in '82. So, they had to wear a light coat to work. Boo hoo! So, it was cold enough to see your own breath indoors. Frankly, that's just motivation enough to work faster! They should frankly be thanking him!
When Peter Parker walked through the door after so many years of not being on staff, having long ago moved on from his time at the Bugle, it might have been the assumption that Jameson would have forgotten him."PARKER!," "What are you doing back? If this is about your last check, why the hell are you waiting so long to clear things with accounting? You left years ago. Not very punctual on your part! Frankly, I'm disappointed."His one-sided monologue was interrupted by a long sip of coffee. Another thing, by the way, that would warm those complainers! Coffee! Drink it, stay warm. Pretty simple. His charcoal-gray suit and red tie were accented by a green sweater thrown over his shoulder.
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Post by Martyr on Nov 23, 2023 8:24:51 GMT -7
As long as Ben's player is fine with it, sure. Reply to this thread when the thread's over.
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Post by Martyr on Nov 20, 2023 22:44:35 GMT -7
ROGUE IN THE BICAMERAL MENTALITY -- -- -- -- HEY, SUGAH! ⦻
"If y'all want a little bite to eat, it'll have to be from here. Like Ah said before, Ah ain't leavin' this place. Holdin' down the fort in case somethin' comes our way. We do have a kitchen, but it ain't going to be nothin' fancy. Probably better'n an MRE though. An, Warpath, you can eat too if you're so inclined."
There were certain heroes, him, Wolverine, who sometimes choose to get what they could in the vast woods around the property for a variety of reasons.
Rogue wasn't a gourmet. She wasn't Gambit. As she'd said, what cooking skills she picked up were utilitarian. They were forged to feed criminals on the run. Mystique and her incarnation of the Brotherhood.
She made spaghetti. It was simple, paired with black pepper and parm. The perfect thing for a half empty pantry even if the one at the mansion was fully stocked.
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Post by Martyr on Nov 19, 2023 21:14:43 GMT -7
OH, MY STARS AND GARTERS!🔬 ⨂ 🧪
The Beast did notice the red little imp, and although the Nightcrawler's couplet had been cut short, it didn't take a lot to complete it given the basic rules of poetic symmetry. There was something wrong with the red imps. They may be of an enemy, perhaps due to the taint of this Baroness Blood.
"Did you see that?", he asked the Bamf without elaboration. If the creature had surely seen something extraordinary, he would not need to give any additional information. If nothing had been seen, it wouldn't require explanation.
In merest moments, it would not matter if the Bamf had seen the disturbance or not. Everything would be purely academic, because three of the fire-red fiends appeared with the familiar scent of sulfur. The trio of terrors swiped and spat and clawed and swatted with arms and legs and teeth and tail.
"We must be close to something if this violent intrusion into our abode is any indication!" Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Nov 4, 2023 12:41:26 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR. PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE J. Jonah Jameson, Jr. was not a happy man. There was so much that went on around him that was idiotic and asinine. So, damn much. It's why he spent most of his time fraying his vocal cords whenever he spoke, and why he was on half a dozen different medications for his blood pressure.
Still, sometimes a thing reaches a level where it crosses the event horizon of stupid to become something of bliss. This would explain his response to Deadpool Girl carting out cash for a buy out that he had neither asked for or authorized with a five minute long laugh. "First, a resent the implication that I would steal a suitcase full of money. I'm not some idiot in spandex. I WORK FOR A LIVING AND DON'T RELY ON OPPROTUNISM AND THEVIERY TO GET BY!"
"Second, you're nearly as ridiculous as your father, kid!" Jameson joined the long list of people who presumed that Gwenpool was any sort of relation to the Merc with the Mouth. "One of the many, many things they teach your in journalism school is how to read a room, It helps with reporting, immensely. You get to your sources easier and are able to get out of bad situations as well. This, this right here, you in this moment, well, it's NOT READING THE BLASTED ROOM!"
"Your patron, so called, not only sends you out here to my office, a man noted for my loathing of idiots in stupid costumes in a costume, plus, instead of setting up this nonsense business meeting as Jane Smith, she sends her costumed representative to entice me with money, in all likelihood STOLEN, by the way, given the costume sets' propensity for THEFT that I already mentioned, using a name the Queen in Yellow! Is she going to come into a meeting dressed as a bee with a little crown on her head? DO YOU REALIZE THE LEVEL OF STUPID YOU ARE BRINGING INTO MY BUILDING?"
"Oh, and if her malignancy's next step is some sort of hostile takeover attempt, know that the list of fools who have tried and failed at that very blasted thing is longer than the list of people who have tried to bash your father's head in with a baseball bat because he doesn't know how to shut his blasted mouth!"
"So, this is my one and only offer. Listen closely, kid."
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Post by Martyr on Nov 1, 2023 18:07:43 GMT -7
Vote for your favorite story in the writing contest. As a reminder, we ask that you consider these criteria in your vote. Exact weight is up to you: quality of writing - is it technically all together? (few angle/angel mix ups). quality of story - is the story itself good? quality of characterization - do the characters behave as they ought to? adherence to theme - does it have a connection to the theme of deception? originality - was this something that felt new? Aquarius GOING GREEN, SEEING REDJohn Kilroy BEFORE I GORift LUNAR LUNACYRift THE SONG REMAINS THE SAMEGood luck to all the contestants! Note: As Rift submitted two entries, he will get the prize for whichever his higher ranked entry is. The DEADLINE for voting is Wednesday, November 15 at Noon CST
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Post by Martyr on Oct 15, 2023 7:52:16 GMT -7
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LYJA THE LASERFIST IN THE CALLING [Earlier.]
For any individual Skrull, being called by the High Command, by the Empress, to serve the empire's needs was not something to be taken lightly. She had been ordered many years ago to infiltrate the Fantastic Four, disgusted as a close confidant. One thing let to another, and she fell in love, not with her intended target but with Johnny Storm, the Human Torch. So, began their tumultuous relationship. She was at times his ally and his enemy, depending on where their hearts happen to set.
At this moment, Lyja was fully aware of her husband's current adultery. She did not have the strength to confront him about it, not yet. She was currently disguised as a human working at a bookstore in Manhattan called "Second Star".
She was not Lyja the Lazerfist, no. She was Sara Sofer. Her hair wasn't green, no, it was curly and brown. Neither was her skin, not at all. Sara was dressed in layers to protect against the ever-inching encroachment of fall weather. She wore a tan blazer over a sweater the shade of pumpkin spice. While her ankle-high boots matched the whole ensemble, her jeans were just plain old jeans, faded and comfortable.
The little bell dinged as it was struck by the front door, the age-old call of a customer in a shop. A short, stocky man walked past a display of spooky stories and horror tales. He was dressed in that particular way that both blended in and also showed clearly that he was trying to hide in plain sight, like a fedora and trench coat might have been decades before. He wore a black hoodie as well as a baseball cat. His hands were tucked into cargo pants.
"Welcome to Second Star, how can I help you?", Sara called out with a sing-songy voice.
The customer spoke some words to her in a foreign language, and Sara flipped the store sign from OPEN to CLOSED a few minutes early.
"How did you know it was me?"
"We actively monitor the activities of every loose asset."
"Why now? Why are you here?"
"The Fantastic Four know our operations better than any other heroes, and you know the Fantastic Four better than anyone else. We cannot afford for them to interfere with what is coming. Your empress requires that you watch them closely once more."
"I'm not the most welcome person with them right now."
"Not as yourself. As another of their confidants. As Crystalia Amaquelin, the inhuman."
"What of her?"
"It's already taken care of. She is in our possession, all we need is you, the one who knows them the most. The one who has already gotten closest the one who has already been -- betrayed."
"I want to give him, I want to give them, a second chance. Surely our empress would allow me to try and bring them over, the real them, not Kl'rt. It could only help our cause."
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Post by Martyr on Oct 13, 2023 5:40:50 GMT -7
Ruby Thursday was a thoroughly insane. She had, decades ago, removed her own head and replaced it with a small crimson sphere. That feat was not the source of her madness, however. She believed that this aesthetic was one that would be preferred by every person on the planet. Sure, they'd fight it at first, but once their heads were replaced by techno-organic malleable orbs, they would appreciate all that Doctor Thursday Rubinstein had done for them. Again, thoroughly insane.
Her plan today was a big one. Taking a cue from Madison Avenue, she decided to advertise to the city and to the world what a better life would be. She had set up devices across the city. There was one near the monuments to Joan of Arc, José de San Martín, and William Tecumseh Sherman, and there was one for the Atlas Sculpture. She was personally at the big one, the Statue of Liberty.
The devices, a trio of small free-floating plus-shaped silver robots for now were just coursing with ruby red energy. They had to charge up. They always had to charge up. But soon, very soon, her cranial superiority would be demonstrated to all!
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Post by Martyr on Oct 8, 2023 17:15:58 GMT -7
YELLOWJACKET in APPROPRIATIONS 🐝
[Posting out of turn due to long hiatus] She respected him as a scientist? That was new. Usually he got shortchanged when compared to Banner or Stark.
"That's surprising."
Self-deprecation, Pym. That's always a winning formula.
Wait, what was this? This was a strange sort of thing. He usually didn't get fangirls, at least not since . . . since his younger days. Also, this fangirl wasn't really a girl, it was a machine. That was never a good thing if his dozens and dozens of failed AI were any indication. Well, one failed AI and all of the offshoots it built. Maybe it was just him? Did Richards' AI ever go homicidal? The fact that he couldn't think of one that did off the top of his head meant that even if one happened once, his were much worse or . . . wait, how long was he staring off into space? A minute? Five? Was it more than five minutes? "Wait, did you program your AI to like superheroes while you loathe them, or is that some sort of glitched you haven't worked out? Because I'm going to say, that sort of stuff can turn ominous."Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 8, 2023 16:11:02 GMT -7
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