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Post by Martyr on Jul 27, 2023 16:50:48 GMT -7
I'm going to say no to Apoc and co. because they just had a storyline. This isn't to say Gambit (or whoever) couldn't be involved.
Likewise, demon versions of various characters would be fine as a sort of demon earth or something. If they're in plain sight, that's a bit closer to the current Secret Invasion.
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Post by Martyr on Jul 5, 2023 10:24:17 GMT -7
HAIL HYDRA
Captain America was not the Red Skull's only enemy. He represented evil, of course. The evil of democracy. The evil of freedom. The evil of equity. He was the monster that the Reich sought to destroy so that it may flourish. Then, as now, he had allies and he had Allies. As the Axis powers gathered together their greatest examples of strength, the weak, the Allies, tried to fight back. Through treacherous betrayal, they pushed back their betters, ending the war. Ending, for a few years, the quest for order. One of Captain America's more abhorrent cohorts wasn't even a man. It was the result of the depravity of a lonely fisherman. It was half deplorable man and half repugnant fish. It was also a mutant, a further degeneracy of its genes. While it was unworthy as an opponent, even when compared to a brainwashed lackey like Captain America, sometimes a dog off its leash attacked the hand that fed it. During the War, the creature had attacked Allied naval vessels. It had caused chaos before it found itself a master. History would repeat itself, and its trident would serve as a welcome distraction from a much larger stake. The Red Skull set a trap. There were many things that would draw the creature out. One of them, ironically given how polluted it itself was, was pollution to the oceans. So, just outside Chile's territorial waters, a bomb tore a hole in an oil tanker. The Last Vanguard of the Reich waited on a nearby ship, smoking a cigar. His troops took pot shots at any survivors.
"Wherever there was injustice, tyranny, ruthlessness, the RED SKULL was there leading the attack on the weak and helpless!"
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Post by Martyr on Jul 2, 2023 19:41:49 GMT -7
OH, MY STARS AND GARTERS!🔬 ⨂ 🧪
The key to a laboratory was knowledge. Even if the Beast himself moved through his lab in ways that were not foreseen by anyone designing the equipment within, where he gripped and grabbed it from the ceiling with dexterous feet, he still knew exactly what was in every beaker, every graduated cylinder, every container that was touched or moved.
This was not true of someone not familiar with their contents, or of even more concern, one unfamiliar with chemistry at all. Most certainly this would include the little interdimensional imp that was currently waiting in his lab, even an interdimensional imp with very careful and very specific instructions.
The Beast entered his lab as he often did in a lab coat. He also wore black trunks. Beyond this he was covered in blue-gray fur, much like his little visitor. While he lacked the spaded tail of his visitor, he instead had massive hands and massive feet.
He noticed his visitor between sips of coffee from a plain white mug.
"I take it from your presence here, that Kurt needs something. I shouldn't have to remind him that if there is something wrong with his image inducer, that's more of Forge's specialty."
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Post by Martyr on Jun 30, 2023 20:08:30 GMT -7
THE BLOB IN
Dinomania!
The triceratops hadn't ever met anything like THE BLOB before. Hell, it probably hadn't ever met anything in the last 65 million years! It charged at him and the immoveable object just stood and took its horns into his gut.
"GLUUURRGH!"
His fat gurgled with the impact but it did not seem to hurt his near-impenetrable body or break his immoveable stance.
He slowly pushed against the dinosaur so that its horns receded. It was disoriented, stumbling against a nearby tree.
Meanwhile, magic tried to find where these things had come from.
There. They had a direction the dinosaurs were coming from if the magic girl's magic was actually right. Really, he didn't deal with magic types all too much, except back when Phantazia was alive, if what she could do wasn't actually mutant powers. It was hard to tell with her.
As the glowing beacon did it's glowing thing, the Blob commented, "I should call you next time I lose the remote, kid."
There. A giant portal was opened in the city. On the other side was a jungle expanse. Peaking from its foliage was giant metal tower with a glowing blue light at the top. Beasts from this other land were wandering into the city itself. By who and for what purpose, this is what they would find out.
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Post by Martyr on Jun 25, 2023 11:27:37 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 LinkBLOB LinkRUBY THURSDAY Bye LYJA Bye BEAST LinkSPOILSPORT Bye VIV LINKROGUE LinkWOLFSBANE LinkKRAVEN LinkRED SKULL LinkYELLOWJACKET LinkSupport and OCs I wish to keep: J.J. Jameson, Jr.; Argent Arcanist CHARACTERS I WISH TO DROP:
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Post by Martyr on Jun 25, 2023 10:45:10 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 July 15, 2023 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 ( NOT your character application) either as part of a thread or as part of a solo you have done for that character since April 17, 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 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]
[b]Canon characters:[/b] Character 1 URL Character 2 URL Character 3 URL
[b]Support and OCs I wish to keep:[/b]
[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 Jun 14, 2023 15:16:54 GMT -7
♦ The truth, they say, well set you free. It may seem like a good idea to explain the situation to the large machine, to tie it up in logic, like a spoken word CAPTCHA. It surely would understand logic, if it could understand anything.
SPEAKER SCANNED: MUTANT! BIOMETRIC DATA NOT FOUND WITHIN MUTANT DATABASE! UNREGISTERED MUTANT IN VIOLATION OF SUPERHUMAN REGISTRATION ACT: HALT MUTANT! It scanned the other robot and came to the same conclusion with the same speech. Well, Vision Girl knew that she wasn't a mutant. Even if it was right about her temporary companion, something was very wrong with this Sentinel.
YOU ARE IN ERROR. I AM THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF ULTRON, NOT OF MAGNETO.
If nothing else convinced Verity to run, that combination of robots might be it.
For its part, the Sentinel shot an old school net at the smaller robot from a compartment on its shoulder. Vision Girl was in no condition for a head-on fight. Whatever energy fueled her burst from the jewel in her forehead. A golden beam burned and singed the netting.
The Sentinel tried a second time with an energy net against both Vision Girl and Verity.
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Post by Martyr on Jun 6, 2023 17:59:12 GMT -7
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Post by Martyr on Jun 5, 2023 15:15:17 GMT -7
ROGUE IN THE BICAMERAL MENTALITY -- -- -- -- HEY, SUGAH! ⦻
Her voice. Her voice was always in the back of her mind, one of dozens really, but it was there. Like a festering wound that just would not heal completely.
"Apocalypse swept through again." Speaking of festering wounds that wouldn't go away. "He is the reason Jean is gone, after all. Logan was turned against us. He's not quite returned. Scott ain't been the same. He's lost her all ovah." Captain Marvel used their real names instead of their codenames. It was a mark of familiarity. One that was shared more as part of the superhero community as a group rather than the X-men specifically.
Left unsaid was that Remy was in the same sort of darkness that Logan had fallen into. He too was lost and wondering. He had not come to them. He was not at any the usual haunts that doted cajun country. She'd checked every one of them.
She no doubt knew it if only from contact between the X-men and the Avengers. She no doubt knew about their relationship. Battlefield couples tended to be pretty obvious.
Wait, evening out?
"Ah don't know what you mean, sugah. Ah'm right here." Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on Jun 5, 2023 13:36:25 GMT -7
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
They couldn't risk it. Another incident caused by any manner of emotional instability or psychological distress. If public relations were already fragile, another major incident would leave them shattered. So, here they were in a small room.
There was not the infamous couch. There were, however, a number of chairs some short, some tall, some upholstered, some not. Around them were a variety of things. Tissues, should it come to such things. Both water and coffee and the means to drink them. No alcohol. Coffee was the only vice being indulged here.
She sat in one of those many chairs, Doctor Leyla Demir. Her hair was prematurely silver was worn fully up in a crown braid. Both of her stud earrings depicted a seven-pointed star. She wore a midnight blue sleeveless dress with knee-length skirt. It had a contrasting silver trim in a pattern similar to a belt. Around her right wrist was a bracelet with a series of blue beads covered in white eyes with blue stylized corneas.
"Good afternoon. I am here because I have been asked by your organization to talk to you a bit and assess your mental state. Before we begin, do you prefer Ms. Foucault or Finesse?"
But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d - Shakespeare Sonnet 27
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Post by Martyr on Jun 5, 2023 12:54:12 GMT -7
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
They couldn't risk it. Another incident caused by any manner of emotional instability or psychological distress. If public relations were already fragile, another major incident would leave them shattered. So, here they were in a small room.
There was not the infamous couch. There were, however, a number of chairs some short, some tall, some upholstered, some not. Around them were a variety of things. Tissues, should it come to such things. Both water and coffee and the means to drink them. No alcohol. Coffee was the only vice being indulged here.
She sat in one of those many chairs, Doctor Leyla Demir. Her hair was prematurely silver was worn fully up in a crown braid. Both of her stud earrings depicted a seven-pointed star. She wore a midnight blue sleeveless dress with knee-length skirt. It had a contrasting silver trim in a pattern similar to a belt. Around her right wrist was a bracelet with a series of blue beads covered in white eyes with blue stylized corneas.
"Good afternoon. I am here because I have been asked by your organization to talk to you a bit and assess your mental state. Before we begin, do you prefer Ms. Danvers or Captain Marvel?"
But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d - Shakespeare Sonnet 27
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Post by Martyr on Jun 4, 2023 17:12:11 GMT -7
So, I talked a bit about the idea of a debriefing for Avengers folks. I think a large thread'd be too hectic and doing it one at a time might not work if something happens. So, I'm going to make multiple threads with similar beginnings. I might later put them as their own miniarc if enough threads go anywhere. Anyway, the idea would be for Argent Arcanist to have a session with multiple Avengers as a character building sort of thread. I've already had an explicit call for Finesse, Captain Marvel, and She-Hulk. If you otherwise expressed interest, great, just not sure which character(s) you'd want to be involved. Sessions: Finesse | Captain Marvel | She-Hulk |
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Post by Martyr on Jun 2, 2023 21:06:32 GMT -7
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive, with fiery breath
Mary Walker asked if the two of them had met before.
"Perhaps, it's been in passing."
Perhaps, perchance, in a dream.
Her guard showed concern when she was waved away. The doctor did not share it.
"If I had anything to fear, I would not have come. Thank you."
She turned her attention to Mary Walker.
"I am Doctor Leyla Demir. I would like to talk to you, if you don't mind. If you do not wish to talk, at any time, say the word. You will be returned to your cell, and I will leave. You control rather or not we have this conversation."
Mary Walker didn't respond. She spoke, but not to the doctor. There was a pause, but for a moment.
"Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem.", the doctor said, knowing this walk through the pains of a prophet through study rather than personal devotion. These sorts of things, these sorts of personal prayers, were often important to the dreams of man, so she found time to find them in as many forms as she could.
As Mary was moving through the stations of the cross, the doctor observed her. Her concentration seemed very intense. This was because her soul had moved from her body. She was a statue as her astral form moved. It didn't move far, just across the table. She hoped that in a moment or two, this different angle might see something in and of the patient that her normal eyes would not.
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death. - Bob Dylan "I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine"
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Post by Martyr on May 30, 2023 10:03:29 GMT -7
YELLOWJACKET in APPROPRIATIONS 🐝
His eyes wandered around the room as his mind tried to focus on something, anything but the crunching of the tacos in his mouth. He glanced to a woman reading, well him. "Pym's an idiot." Self-deprecation, that was the ticket. Just throw those insecurities out there. It's fine. Before he could really get more into it with the PDF reader, he was misidentified as a very different Avenger. At least it wasn't Steve again. The man was a gem but he didn't necessary like having to live up to that sort of legacy. He couldn't even if he tried. The team just fell apart when he tried to lead. Every time. It was better than the Hulk. How the hell does anyone think he's Hulk even when he's walking around as a giant. He wasn't even green! It was so, wait, back on track. "No. No, I'm not THE John Walker. I'm the Hank Pym. Doctor Hank Pym, doctorates in entomologist and physicist. I'm also a self-taught roboticist. Ultron, the omnicidal robot that invaded Slorenia? That. That was mine. I discovered and named Pym particles which allow people to shrink and to grow, so I've also been Giant-Man and Goliath. I might have been Hawkeye at one point too, it gets fuzzy sometimes. But, really, I'm just usually the ant guy. I shrink. Talk to ants. Although right now I'm called Yellowjacket for reasons that are, complicated. Oh, and no. I'm not an exterminator, so don't ask." So many people asked. Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by Martyr on May 21, 2023 16:53:16 GMT -7
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WOLFSBANE in Road Trip
Magik questioned why Wolfsbane switched from a black mustang to a mere Sonata.
"It was not inconspicuous. I also used to have a motorcycle but y'dinnae ask after it."
The sorceress asked if Rahne would like a new mustang. "I would not, even if it didn't come with any strings or whiff of black magic."
When they did reach the halfway point, there was again a conversation after a large lull of silence beyond the sounds of the open road.
Mann's Choice. The name alone made Illyana uneasy. "A little further down the road, there's a Berlin, but that seems somewhat worse."
They reached their destination of the moment. The floor was checkerboard patterned tiles in red and white. The interior fit the western theme of the menu, covered from top to bottom with wood. It had an old style bar in the corner with a big mirror. In the corner there were a few pool tables not currently in use. Right above them was a false street sign for "3 Earnhardt Rd.".
Restaurant. Bar. It was probably the closest thing here either way.
The waitress was about 160 cm tall and probably half as wide. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulders. All the rest of her outfit was also black including her shirt with the restaurant/bar logo on it. Her arms were covered in tattoos from wrist to presumably her shoulders.
"What's your poison?"
She looked over the menu once, twice. Fishtail sandwich. That can't be literal. She went with a hot beef sandwich and tea. Template adapted from Silv and Jaymi.
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